#i named my son in stardew valley after you

[ofmermaidstories]

you saying you’d write an au for stardew is the equivalent of getting a rabbits foot and multiple prismatic shards in one day omg. even if u don’t do it the idea popping in ur head is already fantastic! i’m so happy you love the game i think it’s the perfect distraction for life !!! if only we could all just pack our things and move to our inherited farms and become the richest in town… it’s nepotism at work lol

please tae, i literally daydream about someone giving me a deed to a farm or a plot of land somewhere. 😭 and the thing is!!! like!!! farming’s not an easy job, it’s so dependant on the earth/weather, and even before climate change was a tangible threat it was a hard, hard living. 🥺 i get stressed out with my video game, lmao, 10pm and im still out in the fields hoeing or planting seeds, like. 💀 imagining doing that for like, 40+ plus to make a living……. you’d have to have a good team around you. 😩 farmhands, or family. a good spouse LOL. even a little hobby farm would be stressful………. and yet i still want that life. 😔 an orchard by the sea. 🥹 still stressful, but maybe slightly more manageable lmao.

i am trying so, so hard not to give into the temptation (not yet) to fulfil this wish via a fic LMAO. 🥹🙏🏽 i’m trying to feed it by doing like, small things: naming it (from the valley), making a playlist for it. god, i’ve gotten to the stage where i actively pause the game to write down little notes (things in our backpack: pink cake. a orange poppy flower. goat’s cheese. four cups of banana pudding. a totem with a weathered, deeply carved face. the pock-marked head of a mushroom). i am fighting for my life!!! the only thing that’s actually, properly stopping me from the follow through is that i don’t have a romantic end-game in mind. because in my head i’ve already given Reader three potential boyfies: izuku, katsuki, and maybe shouto (maybe shinsou instead). like, i can picture how friendships/relationships would form among them (izuku the kind, helpful guy. katsuki in the background, wary. shouto the son of the man who founded the company we worked for, back in the city; our work husband, who we joked to about following us out to the valley and who does). the one thing i’d want to do is have Reader find their way to Skull Caverns, and realise that all the magic they thought was whispering to just them has been whispering to other people, too—Izuku, sword in hand, staring at us in horror when he finds us cradling a large, spotted egg. Katsuki, rounding the corner after him, swearing black and blue about ghosts—sdhjfgklsdjflsfgkjsflkgj. i wanna write it so badly, just to get to that moment, LMAO. the mutual horror when all three of you are face-to-face in this giant, deadly, underground maze. the boys making you swear to secrecy; Izuku tearing into you for being so stupid, how did you even find this place, how did you know, do you understand what could’ve happened? you should’ve told them, you should’ve told him. your relief in finally having someone to talk to about all the weird shit you keep stumbling across. the way this would give Izuku an excuse to drop in to you, on the farm. Katsuki turning up to help with the tilling or seasonal planting, the harvest. i want to write about it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! all of it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! being on the dock in the middle of winter as the snow is falling, all those festive, jewel-like boats bobbing gently before you, waiting with their… winter star trees, or their paintings. the sea salt and the charred warmth of coffee beans. the mermaid show with all it’s tawdry secrecy…… the worn carpet under your feet, the mismatched planks that hold steady despite the creaking. i just think!!!!!!!!!!!!!! it would be neat to do. 🥹 i just!! it’s such a good world to play in LMAO. and if i could come up with a ending for it—a true, stops-me-in-my-tracks kind of ending—not even my attempts at nail-digging self-discipline would stop me from writing it.

for now tho it’s just my yapping, lmao. my yapping and my threats. 🥹

[divine-knight-hand]

Time for a little game!!!

Finals week is already kicking my ass, and I'm tired of being a depressed little bitch, so I decided to do something fun!

...I'm airing out all my WIPs. All of 'em. Every. Single. One. (With the exceptions of requests and abandoned works. *womp womp*)

As soon as I post this, I'm deleting tumblr from my phone. Don't worry, it's not permanently! It's part of the game!

While I'm gone, I want you to send me asks about anything on this list. Or, you can just say hi and send hugs, too. I'd like that. <3

I'll be returning on Wednesday to check my inbox, so go crazy! Hehehe!

Without further ado... the list! (These are all smut fics, btw. Guess I really am a whore, lmaooo!)

Loki Laufeyson

Safely Endangered - Chapter 2: Meet the New Allfather-Godfather

Thor, Jane, Loki, and Y/N attend a meeting with Hela to discuss her newfound status as as the godfather of the Sons of Odin. Pleasantly surprised by the results, Loki decides to treat Y/N to a filthy moment in his office~

Lady Loki

Love to Bleed

TW: Knife and violence mentions (This one's kinda fucked up, lmao!) You shock Loki by asking her to carve her name into your back with a dagger. Filth ensues. I'm writing this as a distant second part to Live to Serve, but it honestly could be read as a stand alone.

Michael Afton

"It's Not Safe Here!" - Chapter 5: Tempting Demise

It's a new day at Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria, and William has a dangerous and terrifying favor to ask of Y/N...

Peter Quill

Untitled fic

No plot. Just you and Quill fucking in the Milano.

"Save Me, Baby"

Quill comes back to the Milano unwell after a failed negotiation with The Collector. Though the rest of the Guardians often look down on you as a member of the team, you’re the only one he trusts to save him from this strange affliction. (Mmmmm, sex pollen!)

May Parker

"I Don't Want to Leave"

Peter Parker was the brightest student you’d ever tutored. So, when it becomes increasingly clear that he doesn't need your services, it's time for you to finally tell his gorgeous aunt goodbye...

Haley (Stardew Valley)

Untitled drabble

No plot here. Just dicking down Haley. (Hehehehehe!)

[moonferry]

if it ends while i'm gone, be my only - the epilogue /lyr (fsioy chapter 19)

omg ??? the epilogue??? i cant believe it. theres only one more chapter left :( sadge. anyway, enjoy!

summary: it's been XX years, let's see how the neilson family is doing! watch as their family grows and they eventually move to the mystical "pelican town". they even run into an old friend.

warnings: none (i think??)

word count: 2766

other chapters: chapter masterlist

ao3 link: here!

anyway~ stay tuned for the next (and final) chapter. i have something special planned.

20XX | XX Years in the Future | Epilogue 

Kent, Jodi, and their son Sam continued to live in the city for the next few years. Eventually, when Sam was about four years old, the small family moved into a new apartment - one that was only a few blocks between Misty’s own and Diana’s store. Jodi insisted they should move closer to her mother - as a way to “watch over” her - and Kent agreed. 

Two years after moving into their new apartment, Kent returned to service - staying from the time Sam was six years old and returning when he was about eight. 

Then, when Sam was thirteen years old, Kent returned to service once more. This time, staying for three years and returning when Sam was sixteen. When Kent returned, he and Jodi were blessed with another child. A second son. One who they named “Vincent Daniel” to honor Kent’s friends, though Kent would have preferred to use the name “Lee” but it had begun to slip from his mind. The only reason he chose the name “Vincent” was because of the I.D. tags around his neck. 

At much as Kent hated to admit it, the war was taking a toll on his mental health. Time, and repeated exposure to traumatic events, certainly didn’t help. He was slowly beginning to forget the names and faces of the men who were once the closest things to siblings he ever had. It hurt. Kent didn’t want to forget them.

Kent eventually reached out to a therapist - as there were moments when his thoughts would overtake him. The therapist suggested a change of scenery would be a good place to start. With this in mind, the Neilson family (Kent, Jodi, a sixteen year old Sam, and a few month old Vincent) packed up their belongings and loaded themselves into the hand-me-down vehicle from Misty. 

Kent still remembers the mixture of confusion and hope as he read the giant billboard: “Stardew Valley – 10 miles”. He would’ve continued driving, but something about the valley seemed to compel him. It felt… familiar, in a way. As if he had imagined a life in this very valley all those years ago. Now, in his late 30s, Kent was finally allowing himself to achieve this life. He barely thought about the decision before taking the next exit - bringing them all towards their new, hopefully more peaceful, life. 

Everyone seemed to greet the family warmly - from the local saloon owner, the townsfolk, and even the nearby rancher. However, one man seemed to keep his distance. An older gentleman - one who Kent swore he knew, but he couldn’t quite place. 

He pushed the thought from his mind. He would worry about familiar faces later. For now, they had to meet with the mayor and secure a house big enough for their family of four. 

“Oh, yeah,” The mayor said. Lewis, he said his name was. Kent looked him up and down. He was another older man, though this one wasn’t as familiar as the other. Something kept nagging at the back of Kent’s mind, pulling his attention towards the strange man he had noticed earlier. 

“Mr. Neilson?” Lewis asked, concern filling his voice. He waved a hand in front of Kent’s face and tried to regain Kent’s attention. Lewis spoke once more, “Did you hear what I said?” 

“Huh?” Kent asked, shaking out of his stupor. He tore his eyes away from the spot he was watching - the spot where the man from earlier had been standing. Kent swore the man was eagerly watching him a few seconds ago, but now he was gone. It was as if he had just disappeared. Kent looked at Lewis and gave an apologetic look before adding, “Sorry. What did you say, again?” 

“Well, I mentioned we have the perfect house for your family!” Lewis chirped. He made an excited motion towards a light blue house - one that was placed a few feet from where they were standing. It looked relatively new (and well taken care of) and Kent wondered who had built it. 

“And, Miss Yoder lives next door - on the ranch down the street,” Lewis explained, moving to point towards the ranch-like farm building. Lewis looked back at Kent, squinting as he looked him up and down. Kent almost wondered if the man considered him some sort of “competition”. For what, he wasn’t quite sure. Kent raised an eyebrow. 

After some scrutinizing - and Jodi approaching Kent and wrapping a loving arm around his waist - Lewis nodded. The man looked around and tried to find any more “selling points”. Eventually, his eyes landed on the gentle stream and Lewis spoke once more, “Plus, there is an abundance of water! I’m sure that… a man like you loves to fish, huh?”

“What is that supposed to mean?” Kent asked, raising another eyebrow in Lewis’ direction. Kent enjoyed fishing, as it always helped clear his mind, but he didn’t like the tone Lewis used. It made him feel suspicious - as if this man had an ulterior motive with his “fishing” spiel. 

The older man seemed to ignore the question and continued speaking, “We even have our own local fisherman, if you need some tips.” 

Lewis pointed once more, this time aiming in the direction Kent had been staring previously. Curiosity overtook Kent and he was filled with questions.

“Oh, yeah?” Kent asked, tilting his head to follow the direction of Lewis’ finger. Another question slipped from his lips, “What’s this ‘fisherman’ like?” 

“He runs a shop down on the docks. You should check it out,” Lewis encouraged, a wide, inviting smile spreading across his lips. Kent gave a small hum of consideration but thanked Lewis for the information. 

He helped Jodi and Sam unpack their belongings. However, his curiosity began to slowly overtake him. Kent placed the box he was currently carrying down and turned towards the beach. His family members turned and looked at him, confused, but made no effort to stop him. They all knew that Kent wouldn’t do something like this if he didn’t have a plan. Despite this, Kent didn’t have a plan. Luckily enough, he seemed to be the only one who noticed his lack of plan, which allowed him to slip away unquestioned. 

He hadn’t really thought much about what he was going to do. He was going to the beach and then what? Talk to a stranger in hopes the man is who Kent thinks he is? Try to gain information about a man from twenty years ago? Kent knew it was a shot in the dark, but it was one he had to take. A wave of determination overcame him and he trudged across the small bridge that connected the mainland to the beach. He needed to find out. The lack of closure had always nagged at the back of his mind. And, with how familiar this man felt, Kent couldn’t shake the feeling that this would lead to the closure he’d been waiting for. 

Kent walked towards the shop, though he stopped as he noticed a silhouette of a man propped against the side of the building - two fishing rods in his hands. The man looked up at Kent and extended one rod.

“I knew ye would make it here eventually, son,” The man spoke, a knowing yet prideful look washing over his face. He watched as Kent eyed him, disbelief and distrust clearly evident on Kent’s face, and gave a small nod. It was a good thing Kent had learned to be suspicious. The man remembered how naive Kent had been in his youth. He remembered how it cost Kent. How it took away something dear to him. 

“Look, I’m not gonna hurt ya,” He explained, rolling his eyes slightly. The man took a small breath - debating if he wanted to do this - before speaking once more, “I just want someone t’ go fishin’ with.” 

“You’ll humor an old man,” The man asked, extending the rod once more. He gave Kent a look - one that Kent was sure he had seen before - winking. He laughed, the sound loud and boisterous as ever, and added, “Won’t ya, Kent?” 

 Kent looked at him skeptically. How did this man know his name? He had never introduced himself, had he? Regardless of how he knew his name, Kent was never one for rude behavior - especially towards someone acting so… friendly. He extended his own hand, though he hesitated before it reached the pole. 

“Well?” The man asked, raising an eyebrow. He motioned towards the rod and then the water. He spoke once more, “Ye gonna take it or not, lad?” 

At the last word, recognition washed over Kent. He couldn’t believe his eyes. In front of him stood none other than the William T. Dodgens. A small surprised, yet relieved gasp slipped past his lips and he approached the man, immediately wrapping him in a tight hug. 

“Willy?” Kent exclaimed. He felt tears well up in his eyes as Willy hugged him back - his grip as strong and fatherly as ever. Kent couldn’t believe that - after all these years - Willy was alright and standing directly in front of him. He pulled his head back and glanced over the man’s features - now, upon closer inspection, the man looked exactly as he did the last time Kent saw him, just older and less well-kept. There was also the lack of military uniform. Kent felt a rush of questions swarm his mind, though he settled on one for now, “Is it really you?” 

“Aye,” Willy responded with a small, curt nod. 

“What happened?” Kent asked. He held the man by his shoulders and looked around - taking in the surroundings - before adding, “And how did you end up here?” 

“Heh,” Willy started, a hearty chuckle slipping past his lips. Willy spoke once more, “That’s quite a long story. Here, grab a rod. I’ll tell ya while we’re fishin’.” He extended the rod to Kent once more, watching as the man took it enthusiastically, before walking towards the nearby pier.

“Hey, Willy?” Kent asked as the two positioned themself on the pier, their lines already cast and the bobbers carefully bobbing up and down on the bright, clear water. Kent always enjoyed the water. It seemed to fill him with a calmness that seemed almost alien some days. He was grateful for the rare moments when he could put everything aside - even his uproarious thoughts seemed to silence themselves momentarily. 

“Aye?” 

“Well, you mentioned how you ‘knew I’d come here eventually’,” Kent started. He looked over at the man and tilted his head in confusion. Kent continued, “What did you mean by that, exactly?” 

Willy smiled, his eyes crinkling up at the corners. For a split second, Kent’s vision blurred. Instead of Willy, he saw his father - the same expression plastered across his face. Then, Kent blinked his eyes. The image came back into focus - this time with Willy instead of what he had seen previously. 

“Remember what I told ye all those years ago - the day ye got in yer Mammy’s car?” Willy asked, tilting his head in Kent's direction. The memory was quite fuzzy and faded at the edges, but Kent still remembered that day clearly. It was the last time he had spoken to Willy - of course he would remember it. He had thought about it every day since. 

“Which part?”

“The part about ye knowin’ what I’d mean one day – about havin’ a duty to yer country an’ whatnot,” Willy explained. Kent thought back, trying to find Willy’s exact words. They came to him easily - as that was always the part Kent found himself mulling over most often. He hadn't understood it at the time, but he knew that whatever Willy had meant that day would come into fruition. Kent nodded, signaling he remembered that part. 

“Well, lookin’ at ye now.. I see I was right, wasn’t I?” Willy spoke, a small knowing look crossing his features. A small, dry chuckle slipped past the man’s lips. He sighed, looking at Kent with a remorseful look, before adding, “I was like that - when I was yer age. I felt like.. Yoba an’ their minions had set out a plan for me. I threw myself into service ‘cause I believed that’s what I was s’pposed to do, Kent.” 

“Ye an’ I.. we aren’t so different, lad. I knew ye would be just as stupid, recklessly determined as I was. As yer father was. But, I also knew I couldn’t stop ya. Y’see, Kent, I knew ye would end up here because that’s where I ended up. That’s where they always end up.”

Willy sighed once more, turning and staring off at the vibrant hue of the blueish green water. He smacked his lips together before giving a solemn nod - mulling over his own life choices and how similar they were to Kent’s. He turned back to Kent and spoke once more, “It got to ya, didn’t it?” 

“The war, I mean,” Willy explained, looking at Kent with a distant sadness. He pursed his lips into a thin line, shaking his head disapprovingly. He added, “And ye kept goin’ back - no matter the cost, didn’t ya?” 

“You Neilsons and yer damn pride,” Willy spoke, mumbling to himself sadly. He sniffled, and Kent heard slight anger in his next words, “It’ll get the whole lot of ya killed.” 

Kent moved to defend himself though Willy held up a hand to stop him. 

“I don’t blame ya, Kenty boy,” Willy started, waving his hand to dismiss any growing anger Kent might have. He continued, “I woulda done the same thing. I did do the same thing, in fact. The Dodgenses.. Ah, that’s a stubborn breed, eh? Fishin’ themselves to death.. All ‘cause of some greater purpose – an’ to keep the family legacy alive, of course. But me? I was more stubborn than most. I didn’t want a life of fishin’ - I didn’t want to be like me Pappy. So, I tried to fight against it. I joined the naval forces.. I kept puttin’ myself through all kinds o’ unimaginable hell. All because I believed that I was supposed to.”

“But look at me now,” Willy spoke, motioning towards the shop behind him and the fishing rod in his hands. Willy sighed and shook his head. He looked at Kent, a wide frown spreading across his lips. He added, “I went through all of that and - in the end - it didn’t even matter. Promise me you won’t lose yourself like I did, Kent.” 

Kent gulped, unsure of how to respond. 

“Promise me, lad,” Willy repeated, his voice much firmer than usual. Kent looked at his face - it seemed pained and remorseful, as if Willy was watching his own decisions play out all over again. As if Kent was a repeat of his past choices - good and bad. It made Willy afraid to see how badly it had already affected him. 

“I.. I promise,” Kent spoke, though he felt a deep pit build in his chest. That was the first time he had lied since his talk with Jodi. The lie tainted his mouth. It felt sour and wrong in his throat - as if he had swallowed a lemon whole. Willy had urged Kent not to “lose himself” but what he didn’t realize was that Kent already had begun to. He felt himself slipping into a state he wasn’t sure he could escape from. 

To make matters worse, the war was kicking up once again. Kent was consumed by fear that something awful would happen to his son. He couldn’t let that happen. Kent knew that, when the time came five years later, he would be the first one running into the arms of the Ferngill Republic military. He would do it for his family - to protect his son, who would be twenty one at the time. He couldn’t let Sam experience what he had. He wouldn’t let Sam experience what he had. Kent would do whatever it took to keep Sam from enlistment. Kent wasn’t given a choice then, but he would ensure Sam got one now. Even if it took everything from him. Even if it changed Kent beyond recognition. Even if it caused his family to disdain him - to harbor grudges and build up resentment because they believed he only cared about his job. Even if it caused Kent to lose himself. Kent would lose himself a million times over - as long as it meant his family would be safe. Because that’s what you do for the people you love.

[coolbeesbro]

Thank you @baambastic for tagging me in WIP Wednesday! Maybe this will finally hold myself accountable to finish this chapter.

The rules: Post an excerpt from your most recent WIP and then tag a bunch of people.

Here's a snippet from my Stardew Valley Fic "Distant Shore"

Nitya had been standing in the hallway of his parent’s home, nervously clutching a letter of acceptance in his hands, trying to figure out how to break the news to his parents that he didn’t want to be a doctor or a lawyer or any other profession they deemed “real jobs”. They’d spent so much time preparing him for the SATs and writing college application essays, and taking AP courses–

They were gonna be mad when he broke the news that the college he would be attending in Zuzu City wouldn’t be Bayside Law or Gully Harbor Technical Institute; but instead Greenwood College of Art & Design. 

From here, he could see into his mom and dad’s shared office space where his mom was sorting through papers or something on her desk, typing away on her laptop as she did so. He could only see the back of her head from here, watching as it shifted side to side as she looked between her notes and the laptop screen. 

His dad wouldn’t be home till later that night, which made now the best opportunity to bring this up. His mom was always more sympathetic, if not only a little bit more than his father. That and he also didn’t think he could handle them both head on at once. Not again after the coming out disaster.  

Granted, in the end it worked itself out; only making for a tension filled week as his parents did what they did best when they didn’t know or understand something. They sat down and researched.

He could only hope that things would work out that well for him again this time. But the logistics of grandkids and their son’s love life was one thing; his career choice and future was something completely different. His parents didn’t pay thousands upon thousands of dollars in the hopes of having a straight son. They did, however, spend that much for college prep courses, tests, tutors and so much more in the hopes that he’d take after one of them and go to a big name university and get a high paying job. 

“Mom?” Nitya’s voice was shaky and nervous as he stood in the hallway, debating whether to just back track and ask about how work went today, or just pretend he didn’t say anything and walk to his room. It wasn’t too late–

“Yes?” She said as she sat up and turned to see her son, and immediately she picked up that something was wrong, “Tya, sweetie, what’s wrong?” 

“I want to go to Greenwood.” The words tumbled from his lips faster than he could think of a different way to say it.

Her brows knit together, “I’m sorry, Greenwood?” She sounded confused as she stood up, “That art college we toured because you thought it would be fun to see the area?”

He nodded his head, clutching the acceptance letter in his hands in a vice grip, “Is… Is that ok?” his voice was just barely above a whisper, his heart thudding in his chest so fast that he felt like it’d either stop any second or he would get sick.

“Oh sweetheart,” His mother walked over and pulled him into a hug, “Do you think going there will make you happy?” She asked as she buried her face in his mess of curly hair.

“Yeah.” He choked out, not realizing he was shaking till this moment.

“You’ll be ok, Tya. If you’ll be happy there, I will support you.” She said as she squeezed him tightly in her arms.

“I’ll support you too.” He heard his father say behind him. He felt a firm hand on his shoulder give him a squeeze, “Whatever makes you happy, son.”

Except… That’s not how this happened. His parents faded away, leaving him to stand there trying to remember. 

No.

The correct scene flickered in front of him.

His mother was in tears, crying, pleading with him to not ruin everything he’d worked for, how it means so much for him and how he worked so hard and– 

His dad said nothing for a while. Quietly thinking to himself how much of a disappointment his only child had been, ‘An artist?’ his father would mutter to himself in disbelief, ‘A lazy man’s career. I can’t believe I raised such a lazy boy.’ 

Yeah, that was how it happened. It got better though. Why could he only see the parts of this milestone that made him so hurt and bitter? He missed them so much, what he wouldn’t give to just relive a pleasant memory with them? Like the paint class they took that summer, because when his parents didn’t understand, they did what they did best. They sat down and researched. 

They met him half way for the first time. Yet here he was standing here like a small creature, watching one of the hardest decisions, and the biggest argument he’d ever had with his parents play out. 

‘You think you’re an adult, ready to make a big decision like this on your own.’ his mother had said, ‘Well you’re not. Your brain hasn’t even fully developed, and you’re ready to throw your life away to go play with paints–

Nitya’s eyes snapped open and he shot up from his bed, almost knocking Dipper off in the process. His heart was racing so fast in his chest and he felt as though he might get sick. He needed to take deep breaths –inhale-exhale-inhale-exhale– he looked over to his phone to check the time.

3:08am

Nitya fell back into bed and tears began to well up in his eyes as a single thought stayed in his brain. Out of that whole dream, the unpleasant fight with his parents, the anxiety attack–none of that paled in comparison when he realized he no longer remembered what his parents sounded like. 

Those voices in the dream, it wasn’t theirs. It was missing his father’s accent, and his mother’s voice was completely different. He couldn’t remember it, he just knew that they were wrong. The thought that he might be forgetting his parents in any way was too much for him to deal with at 3:08am. His thoughts traveled to his old busted up phone that sat in the drawer of his nightstand, which once had old voicemails from them in it. Were they even there anymore? Was the device really busted beyond repair?

I'm not super sure who to tag for this, but @thereosheep and @the-artist-grimm since you guys have some cool COTL Au's going on?

[urmultideadfandomperson]

Discoveries

Fandom(s): Stardew Valley

Character(s): Vianne "V" Dela Torre, Harvey, Shane (only mentioned once), Delvin (currently Crisostomo)

Writing Style: Short Story

Pairing(s): Harvey X V (just a bit)

Genre(s): Adventure, Fluff, Mild Angst

Word Count: 5.2k words

Warning(s): Mentions of Blood, Wounds (cut, scraped off skin), Mentions of Abuse

Note: Okay. This is my first time writing a story that reveals a tad bit of lore of my farmer, V. She is confirmed to have an adopted son named Crisostomo, and here is the origin of how they met. May you enjoy the read!

(Read the AO3 version here!)

The golden sun was high in the skies when V was casually heading down to Cindersap Forest, her axe gently swaying on her side from left to right.

She has just received her axe from Clint, whom reinforced her weapon from copper to steel. This way, she can finally break down the logs around the valley. Robin needed those hardwood for her carpentry project, and the farmer was more than happy to help. She is the person who finds joy in helping others, after all.

She hums a soft tune as she walks down the path, thinking about the benefits and opportunities when there is enough hardwood. Not a lot of stumps and logs can be found in the valley, so it can be considered as somewhat lucky to get them.

She imagines it in her head: the near future would have more buildings, more equipment, more money... such beautiful fortunes from simple wood. It would bring a great reputation to her grandfather's legacy!

But these were not the only motives that drove her to collecting hardwood.

Recently, V has been sensing an aura around the place. It was strange yet inviting, a pleasant ambience that roams freely in the woodlands. If she told the residents about the phenomenon, perhaps she'd be described crazy.

It would only happen when she goes deeper in the woods of Cindersap Forest—the same area where V cuts down trees for wood. The aura was similar to a gentle blanket hanging on her shoulders. It would stay there until it eventually embraces her, gently dragging the farmer into the unknown.

It was an alluring spell, hypnotizing V to follow it toward its source. It was always the same place. She was led to an isolated log, sitting on the ground that seemed to block a path. It wanted—no, begged her to break the barrier in between.

But of course, she snaps out of the spell before the consequences occur. Who knows what delves deeper in that forest? No way would she fall into the dark side of what was leading towards danger.

However, V was braver now. She knew it was the perfect time to investigate, to unfold what was hidden within. If nobody was willing to explore the forest, then she will.

Because she was diving deep in her thoughts, V hadn't realized that the towering trees have covered the golden sunrays, the blue skies no longer in sight. The canopy blocked the atmosphere above, creating shadows that envelops her like a blank void.

"Well, would you look at that." V mutters under her breath. "I should've worn my glowstone ring."

Despite the difficulty of vision in the shaded areas, V needed to go forward. There was no point of turning back when her feet had led her in. She starts walking forward gingerly, eyes scanning for the isolated log on the ground. The forest was suddenly quiet. The birds' chirps fade, the wind's flow become silent. There was no noise aside from the crunching sound of grass beneath her leather boots.

As she walks, the aura appears out of nowhere as if it sensed that the farmer has arrived. It slowly slithered around her like a serpent who was carefully preparing to constrict her limbs. It made her feel a tinge of fear, but it sets her free before beginning to lead the way.

V only sighs at the earlier tension, running her fingers through her hair. "I swear this exploration will be the death of me." She grumbles.

It did not take long for V to find the log with the aura's guidance. Her feet take small steps, eyes locked on the log. Her heartbeat seemed to rise in her slow approach, though she simply assumes her senses were just going haywire. When she was close to the log, V swings out her axe, hands holding it tightly. The time has arrived to unseal the truth. She must be brave.

V swings it forward, beginning to chop the log. Then second, third, fourth...

And it completely breaks down at the fifth.

The aura goes in the path first, waiting for V to follow. "You know you can go first, di 'ba? Pupulutin ko lang muna 'to." She says to it in her native language. Still, the aura stays and V lets out a chuckle.

She starts collecting the hardwood, putting them along with the other bundles. Once done, she stands up and follows the aura that was eagerly leading the way.

The forest gradually lost more light, the shadows swallowing the farmer whole in its territory to the point she can hardly see anything. V has to admit, she felt a wave of anticipation washing over her in this moment of peril.

A few more steps. Then there was light.

It blinded V for a moment, eyes squeezing shut in instinct at the brightness that flashed in front of her. She slowly open them once again, her vision a blur. Fortunately, it did not take long for her sight to recover.

A gasp then followed. Her eyes widened at the scenery in front of her; a secret sanctuary that brought peace to the mind and soul. The place was still surrounded by large trees like before, but it was much easier to see now.

Everything about the place made the farmer relive her childhood as nostalgia washes over her senses. Her shocked expression softened, a beam curving on her lips. She thinks it was similar to those fairytale settings where leaves fall from the trees with fairy dust sparkling around. There were a couple of stumps as well. Perhaps she can collect more hardwood here.

In all of a sudden, something had hit the farmer. "Agh! Ano 'yun?!" She hollers, turning her head to see a green slime with eyes glowing red in aggression. It reminded V the moments when she was in the mines, monsters going towards her for an attack.

"Hm, so this place isn't as serene as I thought." She mutters, drawing out her sword. Her expression hardens, eyes consumed with irritation. "I should've known."

Slaying the slime was no issue for V. She has killed more mobs before and their bites were much worse compared to that anomaly. Her ears heard more squishing noises, her head turning in alarm. There were more slimes all around, and none of them seemed to welcome her in the secret forest.

But again, she just slays them all without an issue. The farmer pants in mild exhaustion, groaning at the small burns of the slimes. Although their hits hurt, she realized they were weaker than those in the mines. It was the first time V was thankful to learn combat.

A rustling sound from a bush was heard elsewhere, and the farmer immediately wields her sword as she looks around with alert senses. The noise came again, and it was from her right. Her feet carefully lead her to the source, teeth clenching behind closed lips. Amidst of danger, there was curiosity.

She reaches the bush. She clenches her sword while her free hand carefully reaches the shrub. She grabs the leaves, and pushes it away to reveal the anomaly.

V expected it to be another slime, a small fawn, or even a lost bear cub. But the reality of what was behind was beyond believable.

It was a human child.

Like a frightened hare, the child swiftly jumps out of the bush and runs off from the secret forest, causing V to drop her sword. Despite the shock, the farmer knew she had to chase him. "Wait!"

V turned on her heel and ran off, following the boy to attempt in grabbing his rags. But he keeps on dashing faster when V was nearing success. He runs to left, to right, another right, left... he was not stopping for a second. Even so, the farmer keeps on trying. The secret forest may be a beautiful sanctuary, but it was not the ideal place to live.

She noticed that the boy was running off mindlessly, his eyes shut tight in terror. Her eyes widened when there was a tree with dangling roots ahead of him. She shouts: "Watch out!!"

He received her warning, but it was too late to stop. He stumbled on the roots, causing him to fall down as a lowly hanging tree branch slashes painfully on the bridge of his nose. His left leg made contact with the rough bark of the roots, scraping off a big portion of skin. The farmer's breath hitches in shock, and the boy screams in excruciation from his wounds. Still, he stands up to keep on running. This time, he was stumbling and wobbling.

For a few seconds, V stood on her spot, hands covering her mouth in horror at the incident. The sight of blood on the bark caused a shiver go up her spine. She recovered quickly, though, and rushed to follow the wounded boy.

"Bata?" She calls him out, alternating from walking to running. "Kid, are you here? I won't hurt you!"

Not far away, sniffles and sobs echoed through the forest. In hearing it, V sprinted towards the place as fast as she could. She realized she was back in the secret forest, where the cries came from.

And there, leaning back against a tree, was the poor boy sobbing in agony as he tries to calm himself. The wounds were bleeding badly, small splotches of metallic blood landing on his rags and the grass. They appeared to be severe and will not be soothed with deep breaths. In spotting the farmer, his entire body tenses then freeze. His eyes went wide, consumed by terror and helplessness. He mutters inaudible words to himself, almost like a desperate prayer.

V only stares at the boy, her face bewildered. Even if it was true, she can hardly believe a child lived in the secret forest. She snaps out of it after, her expression softening. She is aware that she needs to do something aside from look.

"Hello," V greets softly, careful not to startle him further. "It's okay, little one. I won't hurt you." She walks slowly towards the boy, gently holding out her hand to show she meant no harm.

The boy tenses when the farmer was nearing him, but he seemed to have no plan in running off again. His leg could no longer cooperate due to the nasty wound. V keeps walking forward, her gaze gentle and genuine.

When she approached him, the farmer kneels down to match his height, her dark brown eyes observing his appearance. He had bronze skin that shone against the soft light, short-cropped hair as black as ebony, and wore old, dirty rags riddled with big and small holes.

Yet his eyes were the most extraordinary of his features, a glimmering gold akin to shining coins. Despite being a simple boy, he had beautiful eyes.

By his looks, the boy was roughly a preteen.

"You're very handsome," V compliments with an awed expression. She tilts her head to the side, curious eyes staring into his golden ones. "What's your name?"

The boy did not reply, eyes still wide at the sight of the farmer. V is completely understanding of his reaction, guessing he has not seen an adult for a long while. Maybe he is a shy kid. Even so, a smile only rests on her lips. "You don't have to say anything."

Her eyes avert from his face to the wounds, the smile faltering into a sympathetic frown. Already by how they look, agonizing was the first word that entered her head. Whether the kid liked it or not, it urgently needs treatment.

"These wounds look really painful, huh?" She asks. To her surprise, the boy nods. V chooses not to question it. "We need to get it to a doctor. But first, let's wrap it up to avoid infections, okay?"

Despite still being distrustful, the boy nods again. V begins approaching him, remaining gentle with her movements. She then takes out a roll of bandages, a bottle of betadine and a small pack of cotton balls, the perfect items needed to soothe the wounds temporarily. She begins treating the boy tenderly, occasionally apologizing whenever he winces.

In five minutes, the farmer finished patching up the kid. For now, he can stand and move around as long as he will not overexert his body. V puts back her items in her bag, attention going back to the boy afterwards. "Does it feel alright now? No pain, kid?"

He tries to stand up, it resulted in a success. He starts pacing in circles to test his leg, it did not sting for a bit. Once the boy is certain there are no aching, he nods. The farmer beams at this. "That's good. Are you ready to go to the doctor?"

Even if hesitant, the boy still nods his head. He seemed to understand that he needs a professional to tend his wounds. With that, V stands up from her place and leads the way out of the secret forest.

(The kid also timidly asks to get a piggyback ride after some time due to fatigue, but V was far from complaining about it.)

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"I have finished tending his wounds. I also gave the young boy a checkup. He'll be okay." Harvey says to V while his eyes scans his clipboard, reading the details he noted. "According to my examinations, he has been in the forests for quite some time now, roughly weeks."

"My goodness," the farmer gasps softly at the given information, her eyes filled with concern. She looks at the sleeping child on the bed before averting her attention back to the doctor. "That long? Is there anything else?"

Harvey nods. "I tried talking to him, but he chooses not to speak. He might have selective mutism," the doctor replies, pushing up his glasses on the bridge of his nose. "His body is surprisingly healthy as well. For a preteen to live in a dangerous area, he doesn't seem to have caught any illnesses."

The farmer only nods in response. Her arms were crossed on her chest, lips pursed in worry. Her eyebrows also furrowed, eyes looking downcast. She tries to open her mouth to speak, but then closes it.

Harvey noticed her behavior. He places his clipboard on a nearby desk, his hand now resting on one of V's shoulders. "Is there something on your mind, V?"

"Ah," she only says. There was a small tinge of pink dusting on her cheeks, though it was easy to miss. "I'm just... worried, Doc. I don't know who that kid was, and the fact he lived there still baffles me."

She pauses for a moment before continuing. "I just wished I knew he was there in the first place, you know? I know I'm not to blame, but..."

The doctor frowns in empathy. There were also times Harvey felt the same thing when he failed some of his patients, wishing he could have done something to prevent the tragedy. He sighs silently as flashbacks play in his mind.

"Sit down," he offered, gesturing to the vacant chair beside the boy's bed. V settles on the seat, fiddling on her fingers in a nervous manner. Harvey continues speaking: "I understand what you feel. As a doctor, wishful thinking is not uncommon. I have my own failures and regrets, just like you. But we must remember not to drown in them. We are only human, after all, and we are not responsible of everything that happens around us."

Harvey then takes V's hand, holding it reassuringly. The pads of his fingers caress the calluses on her palm. "If anything, you have done well in helping the boy. You knew how to treat his wounds, even if it was temporary. You took him to me because you knew he needed it. Even if you weren't able to help him before, you still made a job well done."

V smiles with gratitude at Harvey, a few tears beginning to well in her eyes. She holds his hand in return, giving it a gentle squeeze. He blushed at the gesture, then he smiles. "Thank you." She beams.

He chuckles, saying, "there is no need to thank me. I am only doing my job as your doctor."

"And as a friend," she adds.

Harvey laughs softly, flattered to hear such words from the farmer, and V laughs along with him. Their hands remained intertwined, finding comfort in each other's presence.

For the passing time, Harvey and V have a conversation together all about the myths and theories in the medical field. While they converse with interest, a small groan was heard. They turned their heads, witnessing the boy wake from his slumber.

"Hello again," V greets him with a gentle smile as soon as he opens his golden eyes. "How are you feeling, dear?"

The boy slowly sits up on his bed, stretching out his limbs. He does not answer the question immediately. Instead, he touches the bandages on his wounds with eyes consumed with wonder. Then he nods.

"It's good news that you're in a good condition." Harvey responds to his nod. He wears the earpieces of the stethoscope, sitting closer to the child.

"Just take deep breaths and relax, okay? I'm just going to listen your heartbeat." The doctor tells the boy, which he replies with a silent nod. He puts the chest-piece on the kid's chest, listening to his beating heart. After a minute, Harvey removes both the chest-piece and the earpieces.

He pats his head, giving him a satisfied smile. "You're a very good kid. Your heartbeat is normal, thus you're healthy."

"... thank you."

The adults' eyes widened when they heard the boy speak. His voice was small yet silvery, honestly shocking for a child like him. His eyes stare at them nervously, noticing the sudden silence when he spoke.

V quickly clears her throat, sensing the negative reaction from the kid. "Apologies. We were just... surprised. Anyway, may we ask you questions?"

When he nods at her, she starts thinking of something simple. "Hmm... what's your name?"

The child hesitates, answering her with silence. "... Delvin." He finally speaks after a few moments.

"Delvin," Harvey repeats, letting the name slide on his tongue. It sounds foreign to them, but it was definitely beautiful. "That's a wonderful name. Unique, I might say."

The expression on V's face shifts at his name, though she remains silent. They go back to asking Delvin questions, and they discover more answers from him.

The boy reveals that he is eleven years old and he has been living in the secret forest for three weeks. He also explains that he was able to befriend the slimes, hence catching no sickness. It sounded crazy, but Delvin insists all are true, adding he has a slime companion named Sammy the Gloo.

Harvey wrote down every word he said, as he said they were useful information about the child. After Delvin speaks, the doctor asks him something. "If it's alright to ask, how did you get there in the first place?"

When he heard this question, Delvin's eyes widened and his entire body freezes. He recovers after, though, but he remains to look uncertain on how to explain it.

V frowns at his reaction, understanding that he must have been through an awful situation. "You don't have to answer if it's too sensitive," she reassures, "what's important is that you're okay."

"... thank you, Miss V. B-But I can summarize." He says shy, and she gives him a nod of encouragement.

He sighs before talking about his backstory. The adults found out that he was raised in an orphanage since he does not know who or where his parents are. The old caretaker of the place was a kind woman, offering the orphans the necessities. When he turned six years old, the caretaker retired and another took over. However, she was hardly similar to the first caretaker.

The new caretaker was inconsiderate and strict, taking every single task with seriousness. As much as it was effective discipline, it unfortunately evolves into verbal abuse. Everyday, he and the other orphans would face the so-called discipline of their caretaker to the point they had enough. So when they were old enough, the kids decided to create an escape plan.

The escape plan succeeded, though not without a chase. Some children truly escaped, while others were caught and dragged back to the orphanage. Delvin was one of the orphans who managed to run away, yet he became separated from his friends as he ran heedlessly.

He just kept running and running and running and running and running and running and running and running and running and running—

The last thing he remembered is that he fainted from exhaustion, and the boy woke up in the middle of the secret forest. He found peace in the foreign environment, the only proof that Delvin realized their plan.

"...and that's what happened," Delvin finishes. On his face, there was a wistful smile. "I'm happy to escape, but sometimes I wish my friends are with me."

Harvey and V frowned at Delvin's story, a pang of sympathy in their chests. He was only eleven years old, yet he already encountered a lot since his toddler days. The thought of watching a child face the circumstances was both mesmerizing and pitiful. The room becomes silent, gloom spreading around the atmosphere.

The farmer clears her throat, breaking the silence. "I... I'm sorry for everything that has happened to you."

Delvin only shakes his head. "... it's not your fault, Miss V. Please don't be sad."

"He's right, V." Harvey nods in agreement, putting a hand on hers. "Anyway, you're a big inspiration, Delvin. We're glad we are able to help you."

The boy grins shyly, eyes averting elsewhere as his cheeks turn red in flattery. The adults simply chuckle.

"I have a suggestion, and I hope you will like it, kid." V speaks up again, catching the attention of the boys. They gaze at her with confusion, wondering what suggestion it would be.

She smiles at them before saying; "I want to adopt Delvin."

Delvin's face shifts drastically, eyes turning wide and shoulders tensing upwards. As for Harvey, he was also surprised but it then changes into agreement. "Yes," he responds, "I like that idea. The cities don't seem like a good place for him after that escape. It's better for Delvin to stay in Stardew Valley."

"Stardew Valley?" He repeats the name of the place, tilting his head to the side with an eyebrow raised. "That's the name of where you guys live?"

V nods at his question. "Yep. In such a small town, I think you'll fit in just fine, sweetie. Jas and Vincent will be delighted to have a new friend."

"And I will be more than happy to care for more patients," the doctor follows. "It's tiring work, but definitely rewarding."

Delvin thinks about it for a moment, debating whether he should agree to the idea of adoption or not. Glancing at the farmer, she seemed like a kind woman, especially after she tended his wounds and rushed him to Harvey. Some adults might just be uncaring and leave him be in the secret forest, he assumes. A while passed by, and Delvin has made his decision. "... okay. I think I'm good with that."

V gives him a warm smile, joyous that she is able to help and care. She comes near him and pats his head in a motherly manner, her callused hands making contact with his hair. A fuzzy feeling swims in the boy's chest, and he thought it was very pleasant.

She lets out a small giggle before playfully announcing. "From now on, Delvin will live in the farmhouse with me! And he shall be given a new name!"

She coughs before resuming. "Delvin in Irish means 'unlucky', I am not the happiest when it is named for a resilient child. Today, you shall be called... Crisostomo."

"Crisostomo?" Harvey and Delvin ask in unison.

"Yes. I know it's very new. I just heard it from somewhere and I instantly fell in love with it. Delvin's a handsome boy, and I'm positive it'll fit him," V elaborates, which the boys came to understanding.

"... it's okay," the shy kid only shrugs, yet a tint of red returns on his cheeks. "I don't have anything bad to say about it."

Harvey lets out a low hum, patting the boy's head like a father. A subtle smile rests on Delvin's lips now. "As long as you aren't against the new name, that's what matters the most."

"So, I'll pick you up tomorrow, buddy?" V questions as she stands up, stretching her legs. "Or rather, Cris?"

The boy released a tiny giggle, gradually becoming fond of his new name. He already feels a connection with these two adults. "Mhm," he replies.

The following day arrives, and Harvey discharges the boy from his clinic. As he walks to the farmhouse with his new caretaker, his golden eyes looks everywhere as interest takes over. It was indeed a small town, but its presence felt warm. It was a lovely spring with pollen drifting through the wind. Crisostomo never knew that he would see something like this after those long weeks in the forest.

He was intrigued by the sight of crops and fruit trees growing around. They were almost ripe now, and he guesses that V will have a bountiful harvest for the season.

"Well, this is your new home," V speaks up after the stroll, dark brown eyes gazing down at the kid with kindness. "Welcome to the farm, Crisostomo."

Crisostomo nods at her words, letting go of the farmer's hand as he explores his brand new home. There were a bunch of crops like parsnips and cauliflower, as well as animals such as chickens and cows. Even a dog lived in here; it must be the farmer's pet.

The fruit trees were tall, its leaves colored in a vibrant green. Some had fruit, some are yet to grow. His eyes spot oranges, and a memory flashes in his mind: they were the first fruit he ate in the orphanage, the sweet and tarty flavor juicing unto his tongue. Crisostomo remembers how he ate four oranges that time because he loved it so much. From the flashback, the boy has hardly noticed that he was just unmoving like a statue.

A soft laugh was heard behind him. "I see you want an orange, hm?" It was V, who was holding a fruit picker in her hands.

"U-Uhm... yes." He replies shyly.

"No worries, sweetie. I got this." She winks, using the fruit picker to collect a bunch of oranges. Once done, the farmer gives a fruit to the boy. "Eat up, kid. You're going to love these. Straight from the source!"

Crisostomo observes the fruit, rotating it to different sides with sharp eyes. He starts peeling off the skin, handing them to V. He takes a carpel of the fruit, tossing it into his waiting mouth. The familiar taste of the orange comes back all over him, and he swore he could have bursted in satisfaction.

Throughout the day, the boy sits on the porch as his "mother" works around the farm. He watches her cut down trees, harvest weath, remove boulders, and care for her animals. He honestly finds it alien that she does not force him to work unlike the caretaker in the suffocating orphanage. No matter the sweat, V still smiles and asks if he is alright. A small spark of gratitude ignites in his chest, inspiring him to help her someday when he has taken enough knowledge about her job.

A few hours later, dusk has approached as the setting sun creates a warm sky of red, orange and yellow. It reminded Crisostomo of autumn, the season he admired as a toddler. It brought back the memories of cooked food on the dinner table. Perhaps some things never change.

V invites Crisostomo into her house, which gives him a pang of realization that he had not entered it before. He marvelled at the interior and furniture of the house, mouth hanging open a bit. The boy can hardly believe that this house will now be his new home. It was not a big house, but it was surrounded with a warm and welcome feeling, a stark contrast to the ambience of the secret forest.

"Make yourself at home," V pats his head. "I'll be cooking in the kitchen."

Because of this, Crisostomo occupies himself by exploring the house. He memorizes every door in order to avoid getting lost, as well as engraving his footsteps in his mind. The more he looks around, the more he is intrigued. There was a picture frame hanged on the wall: it was V and a purple-haired man smiling together. Crisostomo was obviously curious, pondering whoever this man was. Is he...?

"Crisostomo!" V calls him from the dining room. "Dinner's ready!"

"C-Coming, Miss V!" He stammers, dashing to where the farmer waits. There, on the table, was a warm meal with a mouthwatering aroma. V sits on her chair, patiently waiting for her son.

"Sit there," she points at the seat across the table, opposite from V. "And eat whatever you like. This is now your home, after all."

The boy nods at her instruction, quietly heading to settle on his chair. In front of him was the food the farmer has cooked for them. Without a second to waste, Crisostomo dug in and begins to satisfy his empty stomach. V smiles in amusement, glad to see the kid loved her cooking.

An hour passed and it was finally time for bed. The farmer has given the boy a simple sleepwear, but its rich fabrics said otherwise. He laid down in his bed which was in a separate room from the farmer's. Crisostomo was still adjusting, and V was open-minded about his preference. As soon as the kid was snuggling with the sheets, V leaves him a motherly kiss on the forehead.

"Goodnight, sweetheart." She whispers.

"Goodnight, Miss V." He responds.

She turns off the lights, then she walks out of the room, the door closing behind him gently. Once she is gone, Crisostomo recalls the crazy occurrences that has happened, finding them all too good to be true. It felt too sudden, too strange. But here he is, laying down in a cozy bed in a welcoming home.

The soothing voice of V echoes in his mind, her kind words and thoughtful questions fixing his wounded heart. She was his mother now. His mother, a person who will love and care for him.

Crisostomo marvels at the reality of his life. Before, he was an abused boy who lived in the forests. Now, he is adopted by a wonderful woman who took him in a lovely home.

    He yawns and his eyes begin to flutter, closing them as exhaustion of the day took over his body. But his lips curve upwards, because there is no place he would rather be.

(Have some bonus art!! :DD)

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The moment I saw you, my heart whispered, 'that's the one. - 04/05/24

Day 4 of Hideduo Kiss Week Event by LazyCat

Day 4 prompt: Kiss on the Hand

1.7k words|stardew valley flower dance au| no TW's apply| ao3 link|

Fit and Ramón are new to Stardew Valley and it's time for the Flower Dance Festival. If only people would stop gossiping about Fit. It's not until someone that Fit had yet to meet, offers out a hand that he reconsiders his life in the Valley. He hadn't thought it to be a permanent thing, staying at the farm but this man? This man could change his mind on that.

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It was the morning of the Flower Dance Festival, the day that every townsperson had been talking about since Fit’s arrival in Pelican Town. It was all anyone would talk about; who, if anyone, he’d ask to dance with him. He’d heard rumours of a bet going around those not eligible for a relationship about who they thought he would dance with, most of the votes leaning towards Penny or Shane, not wanting to assume his orientation. He should have expected such a small town like this to not have much new gossip unless there’s someone new but he hadn’t taken that into consideration when taking up the mantle of his grandfather’s farm.

He didn’t have much in terms of the farm, he’d only been in Stardew Valley for 24 days but he did have some parsnips and leeks growing. Ramón, when not being taught by Penny with Jas and Vincent, would help out on the farm by feeding the two chickens they owned that were lovingly called Beans and Toast. Ramón had been on a real British fixation after having met Phil and hearing his northern accent say certain words in a way Ramón deemed funny.

“Ramón! Come on little buddy, it’s time for the Flower Dance Festival!” Fit raises his voice across the farm, having spent his time watering the crops while Ramón did his own thing. Upon hearing the name of the festival for the first time in a letter from Mayor Lewis, both of them groaned at the dance aspect of it. Neither of them had learnt the unique dance style of the Valley yet so they’d be stuck sidelined while other townsfolk would try to start up a conversation with them. Which wouldn’t have been a bad thing, if some of them weren’t looking for the gossip of where Ramón’s other parent was or why they decided to uproot their entire lives for a decrepit farm left to nature.

Little footsteps came running closer to Fit, alerting him to Ramón’s whereabouts. His son seemed a lot happier these days, much more in comparison to not even a month prior when Fit was working a desk job for Joja. A company that he’d thought he’d escaped from, only to find Morris and a branch of Joja in the tiny village. That same day he had learnt that Joja Mart had a competitor here, Pierre, and that he had made it his mission to run Joja out of this sweet town, having already grown on him despite how little time he’d spent here.

“Are you ready for the festival, my boy? We might not return until it’s dark out,” Fit speaks, reminding Ramón who nods firmly and starts to walk south of the farm, towards where the festival was being held. It’s not difficult for Fit to catch up with his son, taking single strides to match Ramón’s many small steps.

Leaving the farm, they see Marnie and her niece Jas and they catch up as they walk. They were neighbours after all. Striking up a conversation about how to take care of different animals, Ramón and Jas walk up ahead, still in the eyesight of their parental figures. It’s only a short walk to the festival site, but it’s nonetheless an insightful conversation with Marnie.

Walking across the bridge from Cindersnap Forest to the festival’s location, Fit and Ramón could already tell the difference. It was a small cordoned off field with planters full of different flowers in every empty spot. There were some red and white chequered blankets laid out for those who weren’t going to dance to sit and chat and some average wooden chairs for those that preferred it. A majority of the town’s citizens were already there, chatting away amongst themselves, some practising the dance alone or just standing there looking fondly.

Fit looks around, Marnie having split off upon seeing Mayor Lewis in the far left corner, questioning who to talk to first. Ramón spots Sunny dancing around her Pa Tubbo nearby her spiritual siblings Pepito and Empanada and looks at his dad with these puppy dogs eyes that he knows Fit will fall for every time and lets him run off to be with his friends. He, himself, walks to his left, still standing near the entrance but close enough to talk with people if he or they so wish.

It’s Robin from the Carpenter’s Shop who talks to Fit first after he sat down on one of the wooden chairs. She starts with the small talk; asking how the farm is, how the chicken coop is holding up and such before delving slightly deeper. Asking how different his life in Stardew was in comparison to Zuzu City. He answered vaguely, responding with similar questions in kind, not wanting to be perceived as rude.

As they chat, Fit looks around, eyes focusing on his son, seeing him holding hands with Sunny and Empanada while swaying side to side. He smiles at the sight, happy that his son has made some friends, he’d have to talk with their parents and set up a playdate or something after the festival. Almost everyone had shown up to the festival, all bar the Wizard but that was expected as he did like the comfort of his tower more than the company of other people Fit had learnt.

A loud assertive cough from the opposite side of the festival silences any and all conversation, “The dance will start in five minutes, it is now time for you to ask whomever you wish to dance.” Lewis announces and people sitting down get up from their seats walking to their chosen dance partner. Fit stays seated, having planned to not dance. He sees Ramón being dragged by the two young girls he had been previously dancing with into the centre of the field, being forced to dance once more. Ramón sends a look his way, as if to ask for help, but Fit smiles and shakes his head. It’d be good for him to get to know more people his age.

Footsteps could be heard heading towards Fit, there were some bachelors to his left so he didn’t pay attention to it until they stopped at his right side. He looked up and couldn’t help but stare. This adonis of a man, with dark brown hair and a cream overshirt over a blue t-shirt, was reaching a hand out to him. To him, the new guy.

“Bom dia,” the man speaks and Fit is stunned once again. Why was he talking to him when there were plenty of others who’d want to dance with him? He was handsome enough that anyone would want to dance with him, so why Fit?

“Hi… hi,” Fit speaks quietly, before realising that he was too quiet and repeated it louder once more. The man smiles and Fit feels his face flush. He had never flushed that quickly in the presence of anyone before.

“May we dance?” The unnamed handsome man asks, reaching out a little more with his outstretched hand. Those not asking others to dance gasp at the scene, clearly something important was happening, not that Fit was paying any attention to his surroundings; he’d rather look at this man for the rest of his life.

“I don’t dance with people that I don’t know their name.” Fit says, hopefully prompting the man to give it to him.

“My name’s Pac. My son Richarlyson is friends with Empanada and Pepito who have befriended your son.” Pac nods his head over to where their children are messing around and having fun in the centre of the field. 

“Ahh, that makes sense. Mine’s Fit, thought I should add,” Fit tells the man, still not taking Pac’s hand, “I’ve not seen you around the Valley yet.” Fit probes Pac, wanting to know why he hadn’t seen the man in his 24 days of living in Pelican Town.

“Sim! I was visiting some friends in Zuzu City for a month. I got back yesterday, I wasn’t going to miss the Flower Dance.” Pac smiles at Fit gently. 

Lewis announces once more that the dance is about to begin when Fit places his hand in Pac’s, who kisses the knuckles before guiding them both to where the other dancers are. More gasps are heard as they walk to the centre but Fit is looking at nothing else but Pac.

“I should warn you Pac, I don’t know this dance.” Fit states, having momentarily forgotten that fact when Pac had asked.

“You know, that’s okay. I’ll guide you.” Confidently, Pac places one of Fit’s hands on the upper side of his elbow and the other stays in his hand in preparation for a foxtrot styled dance. Fit’s sure that the height difference between the two is jarring but he couldn’t care less; he was the one dancing with the handsome man.

The music begins and the style of dance that the townsfolk who grew up in Stardew Valley dance to is a stark difference to the smooth and quick style of the foxtrot that Fit and Pac dance. They glide around the other dancers, in their own world when Fit asks, “so why me? Of all the people to dance with, why me?”

Pac chuckles a little before answering, “I had heard about you from Tubbo and you know, you’re quite handsome Fit.” 

The compliment jerks Fit out of the comforting headspace that the festival had put him in, not used to getting complimented straight to his face like that.

“Oh…” Fit stutters, “you know, I could say the same about you Pac.” Pac blushes, smiling, before quickly bringing their clasped hands together to kiss Fit’s once more.

The dance continues, with quick steps and dips where Fit is curled backwards in a way that he had not before. The other dancers stop, having parted once more and the music ends. They stop as the music does, Pac clearly having been to the festival enough times to memorise the music.

“Thank you for dancing with me Fitch, you know, maybe I’ll see you around?” Pac lets go of Fit’s hands, taking a small step back, and messes around with the cuff of his sleeve. 

Fit takes that hand back into his, kisses it and says, “I’m sure you will big boy.”

[no-fear-queers]

Here's Something About Me (Updated)

Decided to rework my intro post. The last one was a bit long and some information on that post is a little out of date. Some things have changed, and some haven’t (e.g. I don’t watch Creeped Out as much as I used to).

Anyway, I’m no_fear_queers both on here and on Instagram. If you found me on here and want to check out my Insta be sure to look for the account that has Ellis from Left 4 Dead 2 over a queer flag pfp. (Note: I don’t expect anyone to follow me on here or Instagram. Haven’t expected to get a whole lot of followers on either site since the accounts were made. I’m also pretty sure my Insta page is shadowbanned but that’s not the point.) I’m 22.

I’m transmasculine, ambiamorous and a termcollector. The terms I’m comfortable with being open with on the internet are; queer, angled aroace, ambiamorous, termcollector, transmasculine, and trigender. This would be the part where I say “among other things” but this is the best I can do to not make things too long. My pronouns are he/they/sin/shark/it/bite. I’m a satanist that’s into Greek and Norse Mythology.

The first name I have given myself is Ellis. Before anyone asks, yes, I named myself after the Left 4 Dead 2 character. In my defense, Ellis has always been my comfort character and to me, it made sense to name myself after him. As for the middle name I gave myself, it’s Ryan.

Nicknames I’ll accept are Eli, Ray, and Rye. I also want to stress that the nickname “Shrimpy” can only be used by my friends. I only want my friends to call me Shrimpy because; for one thing I cannot confirm that I’ll always be shorter/smaller than the unknown person on the other side of the screen, and for another thing, a friend of mine (I will not be saying any names privacy reasons especially since I don’t know if he changed his name again or not) had given me the nickname Shrimpy (also nicknaming me Shrimp) while he and I were leaving PE because he thought it was easier to remember than my dead name. I also figured that he gave me that nickname because I’m smaller than all my friends. (Given I’m 5’ and somewhere around 101-102 lbs whereas my friends are 5’2”-5’7” and weigh over 101 lbs.) Long story short: If we’re not irl friends, don’t call me shrimpy. Only my friends are allowed to do that.

Personality/Mental health wise, I’m an autistic introvert with ADHD, social anxiety and depression. I don’t really like talking to people, especially since talking feels weird. It doesn’t help that sometimes I stutter and sometimes I don’t make sense. It’s something that I found difficult about being social, and on top of that, I’ll either cross a boundary without realizing it or I’ll misinterpret something that the other person is saying. (Can safely say that I’m one of those people that needs the other person to be more specific when talking to me about anything, and I also need the other person to express their boundaries when it comes to certain topics.) Now, putting aside the fact that I’m socially inept, I can confidently say that I’ll be 2 years SH-free on August 3rd 2024.

My interests include: watching YouTube, writing, playing video games, sharks, alligators, greek and Norse mythology, horror movies, drawing, and horror games

My favourite YouTubers are: Markiplier, LaurenZSide, tuv, morbidforfun, iHasCupQuake, Mr. Nightmare, Life of Luxury, Luxury Dark

My favourite book series are: Keeper of the Lost Cities, The Unwanteds and Percy Jackson

My favourite video games are: Left 4 Dead, Left 4 Dead 2, Skyrim, Cooking Champions, Terraria, Minecraft, Animal Crossing New Horizons, The Sims 3, The Sims 4, Stardew Valley, Battleblock Theater, and Sons of the Forest

My favourite colours are: Black, Red, Grey, Blue, Purple and Green

My favourite shows are: Bob’s Burgers, NCIS, Bones, Criminal Minds, Supernatural, Futurama, A Series of Unfortunate Events, Kitchen Nightmares, Hell’s Kitchen, Hotel Hell, Psych, Invader Zim, Dark Shadows (yes, I’m referring to the original 1960s TV series), Mayans MC, Mama Named Me Shariff, King of the Hill, Mr Pickles and Master Chef

My favourite movies are: The Bob’s Burgers Movie, Renfield, Demoric, Smile and The Rocky Horror Picture Show, Books of Blood, Marrowbone, A Quiet Place and Swindle

My favourite bands/artists are: Bad Omens, The Rolling Stones, OOMPH!, Angerfist, 3Oh!3, Simon Curtis, Adam Lambert, Sub Urban, Missio, Ghost, and Behemoth (This list also includes tuv but it’s already enough that I grouped him with my favourite YouTubers)

My favourite animals are a four-way tie between alligators, whale sharks, zebra sharks and leopard sharks

And lastly, my favourite holiday is Halloween

Okay, since this came out to be longer than I originally wanted it to be, that’s all the information I’m giving you.

DNI if you:

Are transphobic

Are bi/panphobic

Are Ace/aro/aphobic

Are proshipper/pro incest

Are a zoophile (furries are okay, people who think it’s okay to have shmecks with animals are not)

Are anti-abortion/pro-life

Support trump

Think xenogenders and neopronouns aren’t valid

Think that non-binary people aren’t real

Disrespect people that use it/its pronouns

Think that the US is a “Christian nation” (spoiler alert, no it’s not, it’s just where you’re FREE to be Christian--for the love of everything unholy do NOT tell me or anyone else to “repent”, your religion prohibits YOU, not us.)

Are a TERF

Think neopronouns are too confusing

Think xenogenders are too confusing (I don’t understand them myself but I’m not being an ass about it)

Think microlabels are too confusing or useless

Think words like “girl”, “bro”, and “dude” are gender neutral

Are racist

Are ableist

[nicos-w101-liveblog]

Had too many classes and too much homework today so have some Nico ask game answers because I don't wanna wait for people to ask.

1. what is their song?

I may have to say "The Seed" by AURORA. I've been obsessed with her Sky: Children of the Light concert, recently, and that song goes hard lol.

2. what is their cafe order?

Something simple, like hot chocolate with whipped cream and some peppermint. If it's really hot out, though, they'd go for any sort of lemonade. They really like Blue Raspberry flavor.

3. what is their color palette? or what colors do you associate with them?

Purple and Black, and only when it's those two colors together. Otherwise, as a single color, they are so very red. A burgundy, maybe.

4. do they have a favorite food or drink?

Anything chocolate. Except cake/cupcakes. They don't like the texture. They do love a good muffin, though.

5. name a time of day that reminds you of them.

Dusk. As the moon is rising and the sun is setting.

6. sun, moon, or stars?

Stars. They shine and burn. They are admired, but eternally imploding.

7. what other universes would you like to see them in?

My current hyperfixations, obviously. Stardew Valley, where they could heal. Sky: Children of the Light, where they'd get their childhood back. Gravity Falls, maybe. The Owl House. They can fit into many situations.

8. do you ship your oc with canon characters? why or why not?

No. Not only is Nico a child for a good chunk of their story, but they're also very AroAce.

9. do you like to ship your oc with other ocs? or are you open to it?

Also no. They're AroAce. But if someone else thinks their OC and Nico would click well, they can be friends or in a qpp.

10. does your oc have a scent specific to them?

Autumn. Warm and crisp, pumpkin and spice.

11. name 3-5 things that you associate your oc with.

Heavy rain storms (no lightning/thunder) | A flame that you cannot tell whether it's a Pyre or a Bonfire | A peace-tied rapier or scimitar | The galaxy itself | A flower crown.

12. do you have a playlist for your oc?

Not yet, but I'm gonna get started on one sooner rather than later.

13. is there a saying or quote you associate with your oc?

"An eye for an eye and the world goes blind" -Mahatama Gandhi

14. what would their favorite movie be?

They greatly prefer books over movies, because they can read while they walk. But probably something by Studio Ghibli. Like Kiki's Delivery Service.

15. how long have you had them?

I've only had Nico for a day and a half but if anything happened to them I will kill everybody on this site and then myself /reference (it's me, I make the things happen)

16. do you make memes for or of your oc?

Not yet. I do eventually plan to put Nico's name in an incorrect quotes generator.

17. if they don't have one, would your oc have a pet? if so, what kind of pet?

They already have their Familiar, a Blaze Fox. His name is Remy, after their favorite fandom-named character (it's not the rat). Anyone who guesses who it is gets my approval.

18. is your oc afraid of anything?

Not really. Theyre just tired. Bugs/Spiders give them the creeps, though.

19. does your oc have siblings?

They do! A pair of younger twins, five years younger. They were seven when Nico disappeared. I wonder if they even remember their older sibling?

20. is your oc like you in any way?

I kinda base all OCs around myself, so yeah. I imagine we have the same body type and the same life experience up until Nico was summoned to the Spiral.

21. how many ocs do you got?

One for just about every fandom, if not multiple per. So... a lot. Possibly uncountable.

22. do you have an all-time favorite oc or a current favorite?

Obviously, my current favorite is my son Nico.

23. do you have a mood board or a pinterest board for your oc?

Unfortunately, no. And I likely never will.

24. does your oc have a favorite color?

Purple. After so much time, they still love purple.

25. what is their comfort item?

An old jacket that came to the Spiral with them from home. Its a comforting texture and covers their arms when their robe doesn't.

26. do they have a comfort place?

Mortis and Blossom let Nico rest in their branches. They ask for permission every time even though the trees insist they don't need to. Nico also enjoys sitting on the roof of their House and staring into the stars.

27. do you have any AUs for your oc?

My other Death Wizard, Moira. They're the result of being born earlier, and thus being given more time to find themself. They're a high school graduate when Ambrose summons them to Ravenwood. They're able to shoulder the responsibility of holding the fate of the Spiral in their hands. Not that Nico was incapable. But Nico's a child. They never learned healthy coping mechanisms. Basically, Moira is able to keep smiling, while Nico gave up on it.

28. is there an aesthetic for your oc?

Enderman from Minecraft lol.

But on the pseudo-official list, Dark Academia, Alternative (that is, if they weren't basically a celebrity and created fashion trends), Cryptidcore, and other similar ones.

29. does your oc have a self-care routine?

The only self care they perform is knocking back a potion when they're injured. Other than basic hygiene and some magic tricks they learned to prevent acne, they are the worst at taking care of themself.

The only self-care practice they have is reading a book in Mortis' branches

30. what is your favorite thing about your oc?

I've never written a cynical character before. Theyre always optimistic, chaotic and proud, and ever-smiling. I'm excited to try and write a child's whimsical imagination turn into exhaustion and pessimism lol

Credit: oc asks by @justbeingbuck

[djtheopposum]

Hi, I'd like too give a more proper introduction of myself for anyone that cares.

I'm Dj, I'm mentally ill, I'm trans masc and pan. I don't tolerate bullshit. I stay depressed. I hate meeting people, but I love people after warming up to them.

My art is for me, You can criticize it. But ultimately, I'll draw how I want.

I enjoy gaming, mostly indie games, story driven games, or creative outlits. Sewing, Gardening, cooking, ect.

My favorite game is probably Stardew Valley, or Slime rancher. My favorite color is green, my favorite food is sushi or pasta dishes. Maybe soup. Alot of stuff. My favorite movie series is Spider-Man into the spider verse. My favorite series is probably helluve boss rn.

This blog was made to advertise my art, commissions. And get it out there for people to see. As well as share my thoughts, poetry, and books soon enough.

I'm currently working on a comic called "Journal Entry" based off a book I wrote, about a man crashing on a desert island after his plane mysteriously falls onto it. And as he explores he finds nothing is like the rest of the world. The life breaths and moves and exist different here. And things aren't as they seem. Does he fall into insanity? Or worse. Thats for you to find out. Along the way he meets a pet companion named "Sam" which was the name of both his grandfather, and unborn son. Adding emotional conflict as he gets attached to him, making it even harder to get out. As if that was a possibility.

I also have written many other stories that aren't finished, with more interesting and fleshed out plots. And ideas for stories that aren't fleshed out at all. Over the next few years I hope to get on my feet, and get recognized as a writer and artist. By posting as much as I can make. And hope if you enjoy what I make, you'll stick around too.

Thank you all for reading, have a beautiful day guys. Love you

[aliendragondreaming]

jet profile thang,,,, if you even care,,,,,,

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more info under the cut cause this is MY blog

-semi allergic to eggs, he can't eat eggs by themself but if the eggs are baked into something he can eat them just fine (eating eggs upsets his stomach)

-also not a really big fan of sea food despite how much he loves fishing (just means more for Sebastian!)

-massive si-fi nerd, he read a lot stuff about aliens in an attempt to feel more connected to them

-also really into monster collecting rpgs like Pokemon

-get this man out of skull cavern please (Harvey has taught Sebastian how to pop jet's knee back in place cause this man cannot stop getting himself hurt)

-he has an older brother in his adopted family that was originally supposed to inherit the farm, but Jet ended up with the farm because their grandpa realized that pelican town was probably the only way jet is gonna have a shot at living a semi normal life. him and his brother aren't on the best of terms, they weren't really ever but jet inheriting the farm was kinda the last straw

-he has 2 other pets not listed here, a black cat named Mars (he got her after being married to Sebastian for a while, mostly because Sebastian kept begging for a cat), and Poopsie Slime Surprise™️ the frog (he's a frog trinket, often just called Poopsie, Sebastian loves him but hates his name)

-GAY ACE WHOOOOOOO‼️‼️💥💥🗣

-wont attend the luau, since the governor is there, he puts on a disguise for the stardew valley fair so the tourists wont get any ideas

-he's also really good friends with Willy, he sees him as an uncle figure

-has a love hate relationship with Mr. Qi on one hand, he's making him do all these fuck ass requests on the other, he's so cooooool.......

-kisses mayor Lewis' ass cause he doesn't want Lewis to snitch on him to the government or kick him out of town (he fucking hates him in actuality), the only reason Lewis is hush hush about Jet is cause Jet's adopted grandpa used be his old pal

-the ASS gang were the only ones that didn't give Jet any flack when he first moved in (mostly because Abigail and Sebastian are in to the supernatural and like holy fucking shit we have an alien neighbor!!!! Sam on the other hand genuinely thought Jet was wearing a really complex costume for a while until like, Sebastian had to tell him after they played dnd with Jet)

-WHERE IS THE ADOPT LEO UPDATE CONCERNED APE??? in my heart Sebastian and Jet adopted Leo, i am so close to trying to use all my brain cells just to download a Leo adoption mod THAT'S MY SON

[shiftingwithkore]

DR LIST!

These are my DRs and a bit about them! (Most aren't finished)

Supernatural DR: My name is Kody Jones Singer, when I was 14 my mother was killed by a werewolf during a hunt that we were working on. As my mom wished, Bobby adopted me and gave me a somewhat normal life. Around this time, I meet Sam and Dean, quickly becoming best friends with them. I went through most of my life without knowing that I was a Nephilim. Now I'm 23 and trying to figure out why Azazel is trying to talk to me (surprise, surprise, he's my dad, I'll be shifting to Season 2, Episode 8)

Sally Face DR: My name is Tay phelps, I'm twins with travis phelps. me and my father clash a lot, causing me to stay over Larry's apartment. I go through most of high school trying to find out more about the cult and who ran it, when the Bologna Incident when down it got me more invested in the cult and trying to find them and end whatever they're doing. I find out in my senior year that my father ran the cult and tried to us me as a sacrifice to try and get the red-eyed demon back on earth after Sal and I banished it the first. This attempt didn't work and the cult got arrested (I'll be shifting right before the Bologna Incident)

Streamer DR: My name is Koda Fuchs, I'm a 22 year old Canadian streamer that goes by Ghosty. I was adopted by a lovely couple who had a son who's 7 years older than me, they treated me great and helped me get where I am today. I have a maine coon cat named Loki and 3 Newfoundland puppies named Zeus, Hercules, Grizzy jr. Fitz was the reason I started getting into to streaming and my first video was me playing CSGO with Fitz and everybody else (I'll be shifting to Jan 10th, 2023)

Like I said in my last post these are my 3 mains and if you do wanna know more about my other DRS here's a list of them:

Fame Dr (multiply versions)

ATSV

The Quarry

Alice in Boarderland

Gravity Falls

Total Drama Island

Grimm

Stardew Valley

if you guys have any questions, I would love to answer any and all questions, Bye bye!

[grace-kami]

completely random nd i feel like u should know purely for shits and giggles but ive been playing stardew valley (hype got me and after 100+ hrs my farm still looks like shit) i have 4 ducks that i named after geppetto + his sons^3

we have:

geppetto - my first duck, so tech. the oldest. lmao fits too

Carlo - 2nd duck

P - 3rd duck

nameless puppet - 4th duck nd his/its(?) name cldnt fit in the box so i put 'Nameless D'. cuz hes a duck now.

anyway point is i named my ducks aftee them and duck geppetto doesnt stay near them either. has his own corner; Father of The Year in both games 😭🤭

This is the cutest thing!!!

And I think if you name your ducks after geppetto and Carlo, geppetto duck will always abandon the ducks. It happens in real life too. Scientifically proven fact. 😂

I've never play Stardew Valley but a lot of my friends have. I remember I was really into Animal Crossing. Big fan of that game. I played the older one on DS when I was younger. I need to go back there and let my villager know I'm still alive.😅

Anyway, thank you for sharing and the giggles!! I'll put Stardew Valley on my list of games to play

❤️🫂

[mlp410nightcore]

Hi Everyone!! Here is another next gen for my Blossom Love AU. Marcellus's parents are Elliot and Sofia with Star Catcher being his stepmother. He also has a little stepsister named Starlight Song. Elliot and Sofia were happily married for 2 and a half years or so Elliot thought. One day, Elliot found out from his best friend, Leah, that Sofia has been cheating on him during her business trips to Zuzu City. Of course, Elliot confronted Sofia about it and she instantly told the truth about her cheating on him which caused Elliot and Sofia to divorce. Due to Sofia telling the court that she didn't want her son, the court decided to give Elliot full custody of Marcellus since the divorce happened 3 months after Marcellus was born. After Marcellus got older, Elliot fell in love with Star Catcher and got married after dating for a year. Star Catcher later had Starlight Song a few years later. Marcellus is quite the gentleman and loves to treat others with the respect that they deserve. He's also quite soft spoken and doesn't like being the center of attention much but he is very social and does like to hangout with his friends quite often. Marcellus treats his little sister as if she was his full biological sister and has a close bond with her. He also cares and treats his stepmother as if she was his biological mother as well. Marcellus is currently dating Abigail (Beatrix Lebeau and Viktor Humphries's daughter). Marcellus is also a world renowned author and has written several novels that have become instant best sellers and he's a very skilled baker. Credit goes to Selenaede for the base I used and to ConcernedApe, Sad Panda Studios, Monomi Park and Hasbro for creating Stardew Valley, Crush Crush, Slime Rancher, Slime Rancher 2 and My Little Pony G3 as well as creating the characters, Elliot, Leah, Sofia, Star Catcher, Beatrix Lebeau and Viktor Humphries as well as creating the location Zuzu City as well. I only take credit for my next gens, art, ships, stories and the Blossom Love AU. I hope you guys like him!!!

[ineffable-hyperfixation]

(heads up consoles don't have 1.6 yet, haven't played it! Please don't spoil anything for me thanks!!)

Stardew Valley + Brain rot update!!

Y'all were so right in that poll so I married Harvey, our children will be named Newt and Agnes (actually Newt is already a baby lol)

(sorry for the shitty picture quality, these are on my ps4 and not easy to get good quality of like on switch)

Meet The Them and Muriel the duck! Zoom in to see who's who!

Next we have Gabe, Beez, and their son Warlock (remember how I said Marnie said Gabe was a girl and Beez was a boy? And how that really Did Not Matter? Turns out I was correct because Beez had the baby lmao) their friends Keziah, Jemimah, and Enon (did you teach the Ostrich to run?) and their new roomies Shadwell (he's an old goat....heh) and Tracey!

And here we have Hell (affectionate) you can pick who's who lol

And we can't forget the bois (gn)!! Crowley decided to flop just as I took the picture, and I also didn't realize the snow would make it look so blurry, ah well (yes brother Francis hat, yes starmaker reference, Aziraphale has the owl :3)

I suppose I could get a pair of cows for Nina and Maggie, but I don't really need nor want cows (I didn't want goats but I needed to finish the collections and no one ever sold baby goat milk so 🙃) any suggestions otherwise? I was thinking maybe blue chickens eventually?

Also not shown (forgot to take a picture) I never, and I mean never, get giant crops....miss witchy up there managed to give me my 2nd ever of a giant Pumpkin 😂 of course

I also decided to see if I could do the community center year 1 (I did!) and complete the collections year 2 (working on it!! Cooking is all that's left!) which has been a really fun challenge after so many years of playing!! Now if I could just get my hands on 1.6 😆

[bigwandsdevlogs]

Long time, no update, i know. I took about a week off of any sort of game work and instead planned my son's second birthday, played a bunch of Stardew Valley, and even fired up my forever love - The Sims 2 after over a month (shocking!).

Got back to working on LLL last night and decided to tackle the in-game clock and calendar. I'd managed to put together something I was pretty happy with using a single timer that changed the hour, then the day, then the month, and finally the year and also coded in some seasons as well so I can have seasonal sprites and eventually weather. Unfortunately this was all in my main world scene, so I needed to find a way to keep the time and date constant across multiple scenes so that the day wouldn't reset anytime a player entered or exited a building. People might already be shouting the answer at me, but I had either forgotten or never knew that you can autoload scenes not just scripts, so I transferred everything into it's own scene consisting of a timer and a script and autoloaded that. So simple and so effective! I've also done art for the shop and made an NPC who runs it. Her name is Bea and she's so cute I love her. She has most of her animations done and even a winter version of her idle animations, while Laurence still kind of teleports around. Sorry Laurence. I'll get to you. And I updated the art for both Laurence's house and the greenhouse to be top-down because I lose sight of the right perspective sometimes while I'm drawing things. Oh, right, and I think I've just about finished coding the greenhouse. I'll probably tweak the art, but it feels good to have something finished.

This is what my Notion for the project looks like now.

It keeps growing, but I'm definitely making progress, which feels good. As does my very clicky and ~*aeStheTic*~ Ubotie keyboard that I got for a steal at one of those amazon-palette liquidations places because there's a small scratch on the space bar and it was missing the delete keycap (I moved the insert over since I never use it, but use delete regularly)

[theanimeview]

Muffy: Will You Give Her A Wonderful Life?

Source: https://www.pinterest.com/pin/harvest-moon-a-wonderful-life--568227677956353515/

By: Casea Smith | @coffeewithkrow

On one fateful Christmas day, I got Harvest Moon: A Wonderful Life. This was not only the first farming simulator I ever played but also the first game I had ever played that allowed (or, in this case, required) you to marry someone. It was revolutionary to me as a child, and it opened my mind to a new way of thinking about what video games can be in general. 

As you can imagine, the announcement of A Wonderful Life’s remake (now under the franchise Story of Seasons) left me bouncing with joy and anticipation. With every teaser, the wait until summer simply feels longer and longer. While I wait, what better way to kill time than to write about my usual choice to marry: Muffy. 

For clarification, in the Story of Seasons version, her name is “Molly.” Molly is the same character as Muffy, but, for this post, I will be referring to her by the original name of “Muffy.”

Muffy is an interesting character. She is easy to judge with one’s first viewing with internalized misogyny. She works at the bar and comes off as very bubbly and flirtatious. Muffy certainly stands out against the countryside background with her bold make-up and red dress, but there is more than meets the eye to this young lady. 

In the subsequent game, Another Wonderful Life, you play as a female instead, allowing you to see things from a different perspective as same-sex marriages in video games weren’t an option in those days. So instead of always marrying her, I had to sit on the sidelines and experience the tragic progression of Muffy’s love life.You see, as the oldest of the bachelorettes, all she wants is to settle down and have a family with the love of her life. The problem is, there isn’t anybody in the village who has caught her eye, nor do they seem interested in her that way either, so she dates boys from the city.

Well, every year, you can catch Muffy standing on the bridge watching the sunset. At first, she’s there to re-examine her heartbreak over men not taking her seriously, and not wanting to settle down. Time passes again, and she tells of a man that cheated on her, and how he chose the other woman over her. Each passing year becomes bleaker as she ages. Meanwhile, you have already chosen your mate and are watching your son grow up while Muffy is found at the bridge mourning over what could have been year after year.

Source: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=62DNLYrtj2M&ab_channel=ch0colatemilk

As a child, I felt helpless and completely willing to marry Muffy if only the game would allow it. So, whenever I re-play A Wonderful Life, I tend to feel a twinge of guilt when I decide to marry someone other than Muffy.As I try to figure out which candidate I will choose, I can’t help but wonder if it is even healthy to decide on Muffy out of guilt since I know she won’t marry anyone else or move on in life if I don’t choose her–it’s quite reminiscent of Penny from Stardew Valley in a sense. 

Yes, their situations are vastly different considering Penny is living in a trailer with her alcoholic mother, but lots of people decide to marry Penny because they feel the need to rescue her. If more people knew of the progressing destruction of Muffy’s dreams, would that motivate more people to choose her out of the different candidates? 

It might not be the healthiest reason to pick someone, but I don’t think it’s an invalid reason. Not to mention, the focus on the guilt can make it seem like you’re ONLY choosing them because of their trauma, when in reality you might see them as more than that. 

However, after a long reflection, I believe that there are other reasons to like Muffy and marry her beyond pity or guilt. She is very sweet and is the only one to approach you first. A good-looking new farmer is in the valley, and she is not going to pass up the opportunity to make something happen. She also blossoms into the motherly role quite beautifully; it’s quite endearing to see her enjoying life on the farm with her husband and son. However, comparing Muffy with the other bachelorettes, I can’t help but think that she really is the best choice!

Celia is an obvious choice as she is also a farmer, and the child she bears will more naturally have an interest in running the farm, but, as a kid, I was disappointed by the fact that she doesn’t seem to farm anymore after you marry her (at least not that I could tell). It’s as though a major passion of hers is gone. 

When it comes to the quiet and cold Nami, I always felt like I was tying her down and keeping her from being the traveling spirit she is, particularly when I know that she would be off traveling had she not married me in that playthrough. She��ll even express such feelings from time to time, and it would break my heart as her in-game spouse.

But now, with the Story of Seasons's remake, there are many candidates to choose from, as gender is no longer an obstacle when it comes to marrying someone. Though, I hope that those of you reading this and planning to play the game will give Muffy a chance if you haven’t already. If not, I’d love to hear your takeaways from her character, too!