#merchant saloon

[bloctober]

[nakeddavidclub]

Alrighty then, your change is a femur and 3 knuckles for all the sex we just had. Come again.

[don1t1red]

i dont know how this type of celebration is called but i know that Dishonored would be ten times better if we had one

[josephquinnswhore]

haven amongst the chaos - arthur morgan x female reader

summary: he finds solace in you.

word count: 2.1k

content warning: mentions of readers controlling father, arthur has low self esteem.

Arthur Morgan.

The name of the notorious outlaw with a large bounty, wanted posters plastered in many cities West and East, the man that your father critically despised and scolded you for even being seen with.

Not only were you seen with him in the small saloon of Rhodes, word has it from your father’s buddy, you’d been frolicking with the outlaw. Stools pulled close, your shoulders touching, his hand on your knee.

How could you allow such a prosperous act?

But once turned into twice.. turned into.. well—how many times? You’d stuck by Arthur’s side for months now, like a thorn he can’t remove. It’s unusual for someone to stay by his side like this. After Mary—he thought he would never feel for anyone again, but with you… things felt different.

Arthur was starting to understand a sense of you. The reason you did things, in a way of similarity and familial confines that almost reminded him of Mary’s father. He would never be good enough, the likes of you. For any father wanting their beautiful young daughter to wed.

But unlike Mary, you didn’t care about what your father thought. Didn’t stick by his drastic and old age morale. This is the way of the world now, you admired Arthur for that. To be able to live this unique lifestyle and have so many people around him in a family commune with a still sight and hopeful spirit.

The camp itself was beautiful. A dozen or so tents, many horses and a few small campfires. As wonderful as you remember, anyway. You’d made a few friends here, Mary-Beth, Molly, Lenny, Charles, hell—you’d even befriended Kieran.

That in itself was enough for Arthur to start being kinder to Kieran, it started with a nod of the head, a small smile and now frequent greetings in passing by. Thanks to Arthur and you.. the boy had earned his place among the rest of the gang.

“Hey,” his voice is low and his broad shoulders cast a looming shadow over your resting body. Sprawled out on the small sleeping bag you’d purchased off a small merchant nearby. One palm is holding your cheek and the other hand holds the page of the book steady for you to read. A small blue flower sits beside you, one he’d watched you pick this morning.

“Thought I told you to get off that old thing. Ain’t no good for your back y’know.”

The sides of your lips tug upward at his concern. The ruffles of your dress shift as you look up at him. “You worry too much, Arthur. I ain’t prissy like those girls in Saint Denis. Sleepin’ on the ground ain’t much of a bother to me.”

With a roll of his eyes he offers you his large hand, one that envelops yours completely as you take it, closing your romance book, you set it into your satchel, the small colourful flower you’d been grasping onto finds it’s place beside the photograph of Arthur’s mother.

“You sleep on the cot from now on.” He insists, eying you to see if you’d defy his request, but you don’t.

“I suppose me lyin’ on the ground ain’t the only reason you come pokin’ around?”

His cheeks are dusted with a light shade of pink, and you were right. He did have other intentions.

“Well I.. I was thinkin’ of headin’ out for a fish. Pearson is whinin’ he ain’t got enough food to keep cookin’. Wanted to see if you’d be interested.” His hand rubs the back of his neck nervously. “But maybe I shouldn’ta asked, suppose it’s stupid to ask a woman out fishin’ ain’t it?”

“I’d be delighted to join you,” the tenderness of your voice catches his attention, his gaze now of disbelief.

“You will? I mean.. alright, good. C’mon, I’ll help you mount that oversized horse’a yours.”

Your hands fist the ruffles of your dress and lift them off the ground, new boots that Arthur had gifted are now covered in mud from the overnight rain. His hand hovers over the small of your back, ignoring all the curious and confused stares from each person you pass.

His horse, Bodecia, was hitched next to your own. Your horse.. was giant, really. A Hungarian Half-bred, dapple grey. The colours of white and grey mix in a spotted pattern, sparse her face, which was mostly white, with a grey nuzzle. Costly, too. $150.00, but worth it. She was a loyal creature.

Your pride and joy, Marbelle. Her white mane was styled into six separate braids, as well as her tail. The mount was well cared for, well fed, and perhaps.. a little underused for what she was bred for.

A war horse, known for their fearlessness, used for a realisable steed in battle.. but Marbelle—was a spoilt thing. She refused any one else who tried to saddle her up, who attempted to mount her, she’d buck them straight off, Arthur included.

“Hey girl,” the greeting isn’t complete without a soft pat on her forehead, and reaching into your small leather satchel to hand the horse a wild carrot. Appeased, she nestled her large nuzzle into your chest.

“Damn thing won’t work a day in it’s life now, you got her spoiled.” Arthur’s hands grasp your waist, and he lifts you with ease into the saddle, before mounting Boadicea.

“She would work if I wanted her to.” The man scoffs, readjusting his dark hat.

“Sure.” His voice is full of thick sarcasm. “Come on, Kieran showed me a good spot.”

As you follow Arthur, your horse trotting beside his own to match pace, the silence is something you’ve grown to appreciate. The soft call of a songbird, the scattering of loose roughage from the rabbits that you’d inadvertently spooked. It was a life you’d always dreamed of, away from the suffocating life your father had set for you.

Work in the gardens, scout the town for a successful, wealthy and likely old-aged man, and inherit all of his riches when he eventually dies. Where was the adventure? The sense of fufillment?

Being surrounded by it all, and Arthur, reminds you exactly why you chose this life.

“Seems like you’re warmin’ up to Kieran.”

He grunts. “Gettin’ a pain in my ass, but he works hard, and the kid sure can fish.”

The look on his eyes tells you all that’s left unsaid, he’s warming up to the kid, even if others didn’t quite trust him, shunned him and isolated the young man from the rest of the gang.

“Seems like he’s takin’ a liking to you,” it was a keen observation.

“Then it seems the kid’s as brainless as he looks.”

He pulls up the reins on Boadicea, and slides down off his saddle. His arms are already outstretched to catch you.

“You ain’t worried I’ll fall?” He grins at you, stepping closer to you.

“Ain’t gonna let you fall Princess, now c’mon.”

Lifting one foot out of the stirrup, you awkwardly fall into Arthur’s arms, who catches you before you or your pretty gown could hit the wet sand.

There’s a thick tension between you, unspoken and true. “Thank you for not letting me fall.”

“Ain’t nothin’.” His hands hesitate to release their grip on your waist, and turns to his horse to get his fishing rod, attached was a premium lake lure, meant to catch the largest smallmouth bass in the lake.

Meekly following behind, not owning a rod of your own, you take a seat on one of the nearby rocks and perch, flipping to an open page in your book as he silently fishes, the only sounds you hear are the whizzing of the reeling fishing line, and small splashes of the fish in the water.

Tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, your index finger follows where you’ve read, not to lose your focus on the intriguing plot.

After many pages, Arthur had bagged a few fish, and turns to you.

“You wanna actually learn somethin’ out here or you wanna keep your nose in that silly romance novel?”

Closing the book and shoving it into your satchel. Your boots sink a little into the wet sand as you walk toward him.

“What exactly are you gonna teach me, Mister Morgan?”

He guides you to stand in front of him, and places the fishing rod in your hands. His chest is flush against your back, and arms entangled in your own. “How to fish, woman.”

“Hold it like this, when the fish bites, pull the rod upward like this, toward you, tire it out, when it stops swimmin’ then you can reel him in.” He demonstrates how to flick the line into the water, and reel it in.

“Think you can manage? Ain’t gonna get it right the first time, an’ it takes patience. Which I ain’t so sure you got much of.”

How hard could it be, right?

“Sure, I got this.”

After many, many failed attempts to successfully catch a fish, and many bites, almost all escaping.

Finally, you’ve hooked one. “Good, this is good. Don’t rush it, only reel him in when he stops fightin’ otherwise you’ll snap the line.”

With the instructions ingrained, you fight the fish and when the line stills, you reel the fish in as soon as you can, and sure enough.. it’s a tiny 3 pound smallmouth bass, alas, a fish.

“Arthur, I did it!” The glee in your voice is salient, and Arthur can’t help but share your joy.

“Knew you could do it,” he utters. Out of his own satchel, he pulls out an old hand held camera, with little film from a small job back in Valentine, he quickly snaps an image of you proudly displaying a large smile and a small fish.

Shoving the printed photograph and camera back into his satchel, he helps you to unhook the fish. “Tricky business, an’ if the hooks get stuck in ya finger they’re toilsome to remove.”

When you arrive at camp, Arthur helps you off your horse, before walking off to deliver the full sack of smallmouth bass to Pearson. With a bit of effort, you manage to unsaddle Marbelle, and groom her as you did every evening.

Brushing the mud off, feeding her some oatcakes, and patting her.

By the time you get back to the tent you and Arthur share, he’s in the cot lying down, boots off. Which you would expect to mean that you’re lying on the ground in your sleeping sack, but it seems to be packed away.

“Packed away that sorry sleep sack ‘o yours. Told you I want you off the ground, didn’t I?” He looks up at you and a surge of confusion assails through you.

“So you’re sleepin’ with me, up here.. if ya want.” The offer was low, almost sheepish, but you caught it.

The offer doesn’t go unclaimed as you stand toward him, and he pulls you down next to him on the small bed, leaving no real room between the two of you, forced to share the pillow in a proximity that you could feel his warm breath on your skin and share a nervous gaze.

So much has gone unsaid between the two of you over the past few months. How times were changing.

“M glad you stayed,” he murmurs, hand reaching up to caress your face.

Looking past him, you see the photograph he had taken of you on your earlier escapade, stuck up on a crate beside his bed. Next to the image of a much younger Arthur, Dutch and Hosea, his father, and an old dog of his.

It warms your heart entirely, your hand reaches up to touch his hair, and you ensnare your fingers into the growing brown locks gently.

“I chose you, Arthur, an’ I always will.”

Arthur supposed, for once, he was good enough, for a beautiful woman like you to defy his every expectation of abandonment, of insecurity, to stand by him despite his rugged nature.

“An’ I’ll always choose you too, sweetheart.”

To have you, in the midst of all the chaos he’d been through, was like a haven.

[rayveneyed]

that cowboy au was really good 🥹 would you consider doing a part 2?

cw: mentions of death, violence, objectively amoral decisions; mentions of marriage, alcohol

the presence of gojo satoru can only mean trouble.

red sky in the morning — shepherd’s warning. nanami kento tries not to take the sight of it personally, tries not to take simple wonders of nature as omen — but it sits like a lump of coal in his stomach all through the morning and well into the afternoon. he doesn’t know why this particular day seems to be the harbinger of something terrible, but sure enough, just after he finishes milking the cows and putting them out to graze, one of the village kids runs up on him. flushed with excitement and hair windswept, the little one calls his name — mister kento! mister kento! hey, over here, mister kento! strange white-haired fella’s lookin’ for you, skulkin’ ‘round the saloon!

it’s a small-town child’s excitement — a stranger in such a quiet place, one where the closest train station is a town or two over, and the most exciting thing to happen is a travelling merchant every few months. kento’s dread, then, is ice-water over the head in comparison. white-haired. gojo, the bastard. and loitering around the saloon, where you’re working — before he can even think twice, he’s running off to mount his closest horse, and taking the dirt road at a frantic gallop.

not many words in any spoken language could describe exactly how nanami kento feels about gojo satoru. there’s a fondness there — they had, after all, fought and lived side-by-side for years, since they were boys. there was admiration for gojo’s tenacity and drive, no doubt, but there was hatred in equal measure. hatred for the man gojo had urged nanami to become — hatred for the shit he’d been told to do. hatred for the simple fact that, at the end of the day, gojo’s brashness had only ever gotten other people killed.

(and fear. fear that, like he had done a hundred times before, gojo would worm his way into nanami’s head, and convince him to return before he knew what he was agreeing to.)

through the dust kicked up by his mare’s cantering hooves, the humble saloon comes into sight; only a single floor, nothing like the multi-story pleasure houses of san francisco. then again, kento’s never much cared for them, or the beckoning women of the night, or the violent brawls that would break out every few minutes. somewhere quiet to drink in peace, suits him just fine, and that’s here. though with gojo satoru around, peace never lingers long.

he takes the stairs two at a time, pushing through the doors, and—

“always been a city boy, myself,” comes that familiar voice. instantly, kento’s eyes shoot towards it — towards you. “towns like this never did quite suit me — y’know, a man needs a bit of noise in his life!”

oh, noise had been the least of what gojo had gotten himself. blood and guts and bullet wounds, wanted posters with his name and mug plastered all over it.

he shouldn’t be here. it’s almost unnatural for him to be here, sitting in old man tom's favourite seat, lounging like he owned the place.

“now, pretty thing like you,” he hears gojo croon, low and smooth like always, the type of voice that weakened women’s knees, “you shoot me a look, sweetheart, i reckon i’d stay in this sleepy little town a lot longer.”

something like panic sits itself in kento’s chest, and he can’t put one damned finger on what it is. the clashing of two lives — gojo, with his hat drawn low over bright blue eyes, his jacket as dark and fitting as always; this dusty little saloon, with its untuned piano and cheap swill; you, with your hair tied up and your neckline low, with those eyes he knows gojo likes—

“charming,” he hears you say, dry, completely unimpressed. the tightness in his chest eases, a little, and then you seem to realise he’s approaching — your gaze lifts over gojo’s head, and your eyes brighten, and golly — ain’t that something? your smile, at his simple presence? like he was something to look forward to? “mister kento, you’re a man desired — this gentleman’s been looking all over for you, apparently.”

gojo turns those baby blues on him, expectant, and kento sighs as he takes the seat next to him — gently accepts your offer of a drink with a thank you kindly. gojo thanks you, too — calls you sweetness, and kento pretends that it doesn’t unsettle his soul. you resign yourself to the end of the bar to give them some semblance of privacy, wiping at glasses with a cloth to rid them of water-stains and dust.

they sit in silence for a moment, listening to the cicadas calling outside and the distant squeals of playing children. gojo, as usual, is the first to break it.

“been a while, ain’t it? gotta say, wasn’t expectin’ you to go all out on this country life thing, old friend.”

kento pretends not to see the spectre of you in the corner of his eye — pretends that he’s not vastly aware of how he has to balance two personas right now. he keeps his irritation low and tempered, cupping his glass between his hands; still, he knows his voice is frosty when he says: “what are you doing here?”

“oh, so cold, kento! and after all we’ve been through together…”

he restrains a frustrated sigh. dancing around it — that’s gojo. deceptively childish but incredibly intelligent — can’t just come out and say something. and kento could be doing something else right about now, something far more important — in fact, he should already be thinking of how to explain gojo’s abrupt appearance here to you. cousin twice removed? long estranged brother? childhood friend with a troubled streak? “doubt you came to see me outta the goodness of your heart. i’ve got no interest in whatever it is you’re peddling. you wanna drink, let’s drink. nothing else.”

“oh, come now. i gotta be after somethin’ to visit you?”

nanami shoots him an unimpressed look — gojo at least has the shame to wince. he takes another sip of his drink, and they both stare at the dusty shelves of booze, until finally, he shrugs.

“listen: this place is gonna drive you mad, kento,” he says, underhandedly casual, sipping on moonshine and syrup. he always did have a sweet tooth. “the silence’ll do you in.”

a thread of irritation tugs itself through kento’s brow. “silence drives you mad. suits me just fine.”

kento doesn’t know what’s more hurtful — the idea that gojo doesn’t know him at all, or that he does, and just doesn’t care to speak to him like it. he knows exactly what game gojo is playing at — badgering him out of his life of peace to join the gang again, fill the empty space left by geto and haibara and god knows who else that’s gone. he could do him the courtesy of being a little more believable, though. less patronising.

this doesn’t suit you. you don’t deserve something good like this, not after what you’ve done. stick to what you know, kento — and what do you know? violence. greed.

“c’mon, kento. you’re better than this, y’know.”

kento fingers tighten on the handle of his cup. his gums feel bruised where his teeth grit together — his anger like a reddening metal on the verge of turning white-hot. “you don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.”

“you’ve been up and down this goddamned country—” gojo, at least, has the mind to lower his voice, then, glancing over his shoulder— “tyin’ sheriffs up in knots, laying your pockets with gold, and you think this shithole will satisfy you any?”

that’s enough to send kento’s temper skyrocketing — and he, by no means, is an angry man, but shithole is not how he’d describe it in any capacity — this place that had accepted him with little wariness, treated him with kindness, asked very little questions—

“you’re steppin’ way outta line, gojo—”

but his white-haired companion has always been willing to push the bounds of just about anything — and, leaning closer, devilish smile tugging at his lips, says: “hopin’ that, uh, busty barmaid over there’s gonna make you an honest man? huh? i mean, hell, i wouldn’t blame you, but—”

nanami’s glass hits the countertop with such force it rings throughout the saloon — he can feel it draw the gaze of most everyone around. you, the few daytime drinkers. the low murmurs of conversation drew to an abrupt stop. when he glances in your direction, he sees you almost caught mid-action, brows drawn tight as you make to intervene.

maybe it’s the look in his eye that makes you stop; the serious, humourless glint he’s let himself lose the past few months. maybe it’s the tense set of his jaw. either way, you nod a little, and step back to what you were doing — but your gaze remains, ever-watchful.

nanami levels gojo with a glare so horrid he’s sure he’s never used it on him before; and, sure enough, blue-eyed gojo glares right back.

for a moment — for a short, traitorous moment, he regrets leaving his handy pistol back home. he hasn’t had to carry it in months. he hasn’t ever had to carry it for gojo, of all people, but he saw just how quickly the gang had turned on themselves — how quickly trust was lost. and after the loss of haibara, and geto’s betrayal, who knew what state of mind gojo was in?

kento’s fingers flex.

a beat passes.

and then — gojo’s face breaks out in a gleaming, cheeky smile, and his shoulders jump with loud, sonorous laughter. relief is near palpable in kento’s chest, the tension that had suctioned itself to his bones easing just slightly. “hah, you’re just a riot, ken!”

then, slapping a hand on kento’s shoulder and leaning forward, gojo calms a little. nanami gets the sudden feeling that it was all a rouse, right from the start. is he so out of practice he can’t tell what’s real and what’s fake anymore? once upon a time gojo’s jokes and fancies wouldn’t have made him blink an eye.

“just pullin’ your leg,” gojo says.

“you piss me off.”

“can’t lie—” gojo continues— “i was hopin’ to bring you back with me. but this shit really does suit you, y’know.” his smile takes a saddened edge — nostalgic, no doubt, for the life they once led. the stupidity and rashness of it all. sometimes the same feeling hit kento — and then he remembered the bad of it all, and he tucked it back deep inside himself. “country air, quiet life. settle down with a nice woman.”

his eyes trail over to the right — and this time, when his eyes settle on you, nanami feels no overwhelming protectiveness, no urge to drag gojo out by his silver locks or shoo him out. he feels a fool for doubting gojo in the first place. “things out here make the cities look like hell by comparison.”

“it’s a simple life,” kento agrees plainly. his heart still thrums heavy in his chest. he finally takes a proper gulp of his drink — actually tastes it instead of just letting it pass down his throat. “you should try it sometime.”

“wasn’t lying earlier. think the quiet would have me seein’—” he chokes on a bark-like laugh— “ghosts, and the like.”

haibara. riko. yaga.

“mm.”

they go back to staring at the shelves in silence. kento doesn’t know what to say. he’s never been a man of many words, but what does one say in this situation, anyways? i’m sorry geto left. i’m sorry haibara died. i hate that it was your fault, and i hate that it wasn’t. i don’t like the man i am when i’m around you, but it’s really all i know. you’re my brother, and i hate and love you in equal measure.

a trickling sound interrupts his thoughts. his cup is being refilled — and then gojo’s. extra syrup, despite the fact that sugar is expensive as all hell.

“looks like y’all could use it,” you say by way of explanation, a sorry little smile on your face. when you meet his eyes, it spreads, just a little — an extra nudge, just for him. “i’ll get outta your hair now.”

“thank you for the drink,” kento says quietly.

“thanks,” gojo echoes. he watches you go, and swirls his drink idly around in his cup. “y’know, you got somethin’ good here, ken. hate to say it.”

“mm. the farm, it — it, uh, keeps me busy.”

“wasn’t talkin’ about the farm,” says gojo, shooting him a knowing look. kento’s ears burn, and he tries to ignore it — in vain, he’s sure, if his companion’s snicker is anything to go by.

“there’s nothing there.” he wouldn’t allow there to be, after all. a life of solitude is exactly the punishment he deserved for what he’s done. he wouldn’t rope you into his madness.

“right, right. you make googly eyes at every woman y’come across?”

“just drink your damn drink.”

by the time the sun is setting, gojo sets off on his horse. he ignores all offers to stay the night, to wait until morning; he's got business to attend to, apparently, business that couldn't wait — but could, apparently, wait for an hours-long drinking session. he doesn’t hug kento, doesn’t make any claim to sentimentality — that hasn't changed, kento supposes — he only leans down to shake his hand, firm and sure like yaga had taught them as boys, and says:

“don’t be a fool, kento. you got a chance at a normal life right here." then, grinning, like the idea of being serious had turned his stomach, gojo calls: "you don’t take that chance, i'll steal it from right under you!"

kento only shakes his head, and turns to enter the saloon again.

when he looks over his shoulder — just once, all he can bear — gojo’s already gone, no more than a speck riding into the sunset.

[hhhyperbole]

BY (not actually) POPULAR DEMAND I WILL GIVE YOU MY STARDEW OCS!!!! COME HITHER NARA AND HORROR

more info under the cut as per protocol <3

WHO IS HORROR AND WHY IS HE THE DESIGNATED FARMER?

horror is. Simply just a guy. Who is haunted and accompanied by many spirits who embody the different functions of the game. Fishing, mining, cultivation, companionship.. you name it, he has a spirit who’s with him for it. He’s of arcane descent (through nara, who is his biological mother) and can see these spirits, converse with them, and interact with then—even through physical means! his eyes are also symbolic of his somewhat innate but still unique connection to the spectral side of the valley—so ghostly pale and unfathomably tired—yet still seeing so much more and being wide awake of what is invisibly happening. he has favorites nonetheless lmao (sam, harvey, sebastian, abigail, and rasmodius) he’s also very avoidant of human interaction with the town during the first year seasons—from spring to autumn—until it passes into the second year, which lines up with how the player would be able to finally interact with his mother after you complete the first year (after receiving only vague letters that contain valuable produce that you can get cash with from her LMAOOO) like i said. horrors just a guy, really. i feel as if i should also mention who i ship him with + other info such as loved, liked, normal, disliked, and hated items, but i’ll save that for another post. lets talk about his mom now, shall we?

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WHO IS NARA AND WHY IS SHE SO ELUSIVE?

WINE MILF!! we love you wine milf honorable tag list for nara: @yaiyogsothoth and @anonymocha, be delighted that i finally decided to post this/j . . . also, this has personal headcanons about how magic (or arcanum, as i call it in my au) works in stardew so like, block if u dont like how i did it x first of all, the art is incredibly inaccurate to the latest piece i’ve drawn of her, so i’ll correct that in a quick follow up post! but nara is the town’s very secretive winery owner who only ever emerges in winter. something about borders…? hmm.. she’s been blessed by the valley’s previous spirit of winter when she was born, turning her to be just slightly immortal (she stopped physically aging at 40 people are SO glad she did she looks so fucking fine in her 40s), so she’s at her most powerful during that season :3 her entire family, regardless of them being adopted law or biological, has been and is still being blessed by various manifestations of the valley’s arcanum, actually! so her kids—in order of age: Horror, Angelbell, Elise, Aeon + Eon—get it too :3 nara runs the beachside winery (which is aptly named the Crystalline Winery) and often only ever leaves to head towards cindersap or to the saloon, and when she does, her younger children look over the various vineyards that decorate the property until she comes back regardless of her reclusiveness, she has her favorites much like her son! (rasmodius, haley, harvey, the player’s farmer, elliott, emily, the traveling merchant [THEY HAVE A HISTORY], sandy.. and technically shane? she likes people, but only specific people..) and that’s where we leave it for now ~ aren’t you glad i didnt neglect the stardew posting for a week?/j

[moonbiscuitsims]

My Stardew Valley project: Lots Layout plan in TS4

(This is not/will not be a save or a download as I use way too much CC for that, just a personal project and plan of lots I found suitable; I don't know how long this will take me or if I'll ever complete it but having a plan helps me so much to not get stuck later)

I'm sharing this in case it is handy to anyone wanting to do a Stardew Valley save in The sims 4 from scratch (lots off gallery are limiting with their sizes and needing specific lots, so I'm starting from zero unless a lot fits) without ugly set dressings or stupid backgrounds that don't make sense, and trying to group together the lots properly like they are laid out in the game so you can see them in the distance, or at least put them on an isolated lot with a clear surroundings if they have to be separated. It isn't perfect and is subjective and pack dependant but I spent a while today just laying out in my blank save (I use the srslysims blank save for this) where I wanna build what and who lives in each lot, so I'm sharing it in case it saves someone time or is useful Some lots are for a few sims living together to do two or more builds on one lot. This could possibly work with For Rent, but I don't dare try it lol. Others are just living alone. Others are just community. The main worlds I'm using are:

- Henford on Bagley:

The finwich area for the main Pelican town area ➡ 1= 1 Willow Lane (Sam Vincent Kent Jodi) + 2 Willow Lane (Hayley and Emily) these are here because of the river and the bridge leading "down to the beach" just everything is perfect for me. 2= Mayor's Manor, 1 River Road (Alex, George, Evelyn), 2 River Road (Pam and Penny trailer) this one is a little cramped and will have to be one next to the other but it can work. That way all these people live in the village centre. 3= Stardrop Saloon, maybe a little square if it fits, but probably not. 4= Harvey's clinic, Pierre's store. 5= Blacksmith and Library (+the little ice cream stand or market stall) 6= Joja Mart and/or Cinema (I'm doing both) 7= Bookseller with cute hot air balloon (this is random I wanted to do it, but it is usually just an empty area) 8= The farm 9= 24 Mountain road (Maru Seb Robin and Demetrius) 10= Quarry (set as generic) 11= Linus's tent 12= Adventurer's Guild and Mines (marlon gil and dwarf)

Willow Creek (Community Center)

It is on the big lot in willow creek, no surroundings or buildings, so It was perfect, and gives enough space to build the community center plus the childrens park and the natural area around it and it's by a river.

- Moonwood Mill as Cindersap Forest

I know it's a bit grungy and has industrial deco but I don't mind these buildings as they fit with the nature imo. It had the perfect amount of lots for what I needed, plus a river. 1= Wizards Tower 2= Travelling Merchant 3= Marnie's Ranch + Leah's Cottage 4= Krobus/Sewer (this is the main reason I chose this world and I know there isn't a beach but the sewer pipe with trash aesthetic and the large lot in the forest was enough for me) 5= Mouse Hat shop /Abandoned house

Granite Falls for Secret Forest:

I'm doing this one (using Zerbu's all worlds are residential) in Granite Falls in the National Park lot, I just liked how big it is, how tall the surrounding trees are, and that it has a little waterfall area.

Glimmerbrook as the rest of "Mountains" area (Railroad and Spa). I choose that lot of the railroad cause i can add a tunnel for the train with tool and it looks like its coming out the cliff

Sulani

Sulani as the Docks (with Elliots shack and Willy's shop) the build i've placed is from the gallery and is a water lot with the Night market (I really liked this and didn't want it separately) so I had to place it here. I do not actually like Sulani for this though, it is far too tropical and its on an island but I am forgiving it for the sake of having the beach lot. I wish Brindleton Bay had a beach lot near the docks would have been much better. You could change this and put it anywhere if you build your own beach as a pool but I hate doing that... In Sulani I'll also build all the Ginger Island stuff, but I still haven't played through that properly so I can't say what is going where yet.

Forgotten Hollow (witch's swamp/hut)

Forgotten Hollow as the witch's swamp /witch's hut area (again this is random but I wanna include it and make the witch for fun)

Oasis Springs as The Calico Desert

This large lot is perfect. It has a road, not too much going on around it except rocks and desert, and I'm gonna put everything here (Sandy's shop, Mr Qi's casino, and the desert trader outside). I will not be building the bus stop anywhere cause it is unnecessary. I forgot to mention but also the skull cavern might fit here or I'll do it on some other lot maybe OTHER INFO

Mods I'm gonna use to help the lots work as intended: I'm gonna play with littlemssams live in business mod to achieve the character being able to live on what should be a community lot and for it to still be functional, as well as chingyu's welcoming lot trait to avoid sims not being able to do what they want on these lots without being "innappropriate". For each of the lots and worlds I selected I spent time entering each and deciding which areas most closely resembled the areas from the game. For example if it had a lake or river nearby, or if the lot was big enough to build each thing. This could change but I think I'm happy with it. I might have to change some of this or make tiny builds to fit the multi build lots. Every single thing is super unfinished and empty, this is just my layout plan.

Conclusion: I hope this helps someone or if not and you even read this far that you like my idea :) If I forgot something or someone or said a name wrong, sorry, though I haven't fully finished the game yet. Basically I tend to get super overwhelmed and annoyed if there are stupid buildings or things that don't match, and am unable to just randomly plop any build anywhere like many players do due to obsessing over it not looking right around the build...maybe I'm a perfectionist or wish it was a blank world, but this is my next best thing. At least this was easier than my Cyberpunk save with way more foresty/countrysidish options 😅

[fadingplaidlibrary]

gus headcanons

his full name is augustine but only his family calls him that

he has an older brother named algernon, and four precocious little nieces who love terrorizing their uncle gus

he loves to dance! our boy can cut a rug for sure, and he’s not shy about it, it’s just that he usually has to watch the kitchen and the food tables at any town gathering so he’s too busy for the dance floor

he started out working as a busser in the old saloon when he was still in high school/secondary school, then went to culinary school out west before coming back to run the place

has a homoerotic rivalry with the city health inspector. the saloon is immaculate and always passes with flying colors, but you couldn’t tell that from the way gus and the inspector talk to each other

of course he sources smuggled gotoro empire produce from the traveling merchant. “the secret ingredient is crime” is one of his catchphrases

he keeps a calendar with everyone’s birthday on it so he can remember to send them a special little dish

every so often he sends harvey home from the saloon with a jar of homemade aromatic broth or hearty stew, and some fresh bread with hand-churned butter. the good doctor really would survive on frozen meals and multivitamins otherwise

he’s a champion bowler in the inter-city intramural leagues. they call him “gus goldfingers”

the first time sandy visited the saloon, he got so flustered he dropped his phone directly into a pot of consommé by mistake

the man is terribly nearsighted so he wears specialty contact lenses

he always has a little container of vaseline in his pockets. it helps keep his hands soft and it’s good for covering tiny cuts in a pinch

when he was younger he wanted to join the military. then he visited a local army barracks on a school field trip and tasted the military rations, which swiftly and permanently changed his mind

he’s lefthanded so his kitchen is built to accommodate him. emily is also lefthanded, so they work well together

he’s the only one in town grandma evelyn trusts with her secret chocolate chip cookie recipe, and he’s been sworn to secrecy

he really likes the idea of having tattoos, but he’s scared of needles, so he lets his nieces stick temporary tattoos all over his arms whenever he visits them

[the-cash-cache]

The Goblin Market: the weirdest and most colorful cast of merchants you’ll ever meet!

Picture it: Sicily, 1922 my desk, 2023. I have just gotten back from a raucous day on the town, and am relaxing with my emotional support water bottle while browsing the internet in a sleep-deprived reverie. My mind wanders the dimly flashing streets of neural pathways, before being struck by the Truck of Realization that I have been derelict in my duty of talking about amazing ttrpg stuff!

I’ve talked about the Certified TERF Hated collection of NPCs The Goblin Market by my good friend @europaprisonmoon before here, and I believe it’s worth talking about again!

I’ll start off with this description from the itch.io page itself which perfectly encapsulates the colorful array of characters your party can meet:

The Goblin Market is a system agnostic collection of over fifty merchants, monsters and even stranger things which can be dropped into your campaign to add weirdness and magic for your players: retired river gods, escaped nightmares, tea merchants, wicker basket mechs, predatory graves, vengeful dragons seeking to raise an army to defeat tyrannical princesses, off-duty demons, magical roboticists, mystery cults, accidentally immortal witches, and many more. 

This supplement is a treat to read, with Tryphosa Tucker Thimbling capturing my heart and mind from the moment I met her! A milliner with “fur like the finest humus” and piebald donkey ears adorned with beautiful golden bells, Tryphosa loves tea - of the drink and gossip varieties. Have you ever felt your PC was missing something? Some critical aspect leaving them sorely lacking? It is obviously that they need a hat from Tryphosa! Turn heads with a cap made of fantastical materials; you’ll never have to worry again about entering a bar/saloon/communal watering hole and facing someone with the same hat as you.

If for whatever reason Tryphosa doesn’t strike your fancy, why not a quartet of large albino rats joined at the tails? The Quartet (or was it once The Quintet?) sells uncandles, a perfect gift for the brooding rogue in your party! Fashioned from shadows and darkness, the uncandles will bring a comfortable gloom to any room.

Best of all, The Goblin Market is on sale for just under $8 until July 13th! That’s less than 16 cents per NPC. The NPCs are connected to each other, so you can throw as many or as few into your game, and you’ll never be at a loss for people your players can talk to!

[ask-leah-sdv]

Leah, what is your favorite forage to collect for each season? :)

You know, I’ve never thought about it.

This might be a bit long, just as a heads up!

Common mushrooms are too easy of an answer for me, since they’re found in multiple seasons. I’ll be as season-specific as possible!

Dandelions are pretty easy to find in the spring, and are great in salads! My personal favorite is the one they serve in the Saloon, where it’s combined with leek and a bit of vinegar, but they’re not too bad on their own!

Fiddlehead ferns are found commonly enough in the woods during the summer. They’re pretty little plants, and I’ll sometimes grow them myself! They’re also good in risotto, if you cook them just right!

Chanterelles are my personal favorite mushroom. They’re a bit rarer in the fall, but when I do find them I always dry them. The dried ones are great to snack on. They’re also very uniquely shaped, and fun to paint.

Winter roots are a bit harder to find during the winter, as you have to dig them up yourself. When I find them, I like to pair them with the cave carrot I sometimes get from the farmer, or traveling merchant, and make a platter. That’s always a highlight to a dreary winter day!

[vioyume]

Scraped Cowboy au

This is some concept art for a cowboy au that I wanted to make, but later on decided to shelve because its gonna be one of those projects that will drag on for a long time for me to fully develop it, which I simply don't have the time for. (Mostly because of irl stuff & I can't keep myself motivated for that long)

The idea came to me after completing RTDLDX, so late Feburary or early March. I was playing too much Kirby on the Draw.

I always had the normal characters in mind but I wanted to try to design some of the gijinka designs as well since its bit more complex to design their outfits. Only got to MK, Kirby, Magolor, and the Lor, but I'm happy that I got to at least get to the Lor's development.

I might want to doodle them sometimes, but that's all I'm gonna do with it going forward.

More info on the au under cut:

DDD was gonna be the Mayor while Meta is the Sheriff and his horse is the Halberd. (Never got to how the rest of the Meta Knights will be)

I took some inspiration from the Dreamy Gears novel, and wanted have Daroach as a Saloon owner but him and the squeaks and are secretly notorious thieves in the town. Meta knows but he willingly keeps his mouth shut.

Magolor is suppose to a travelling merchant with the Lor as his horse and a redesigned shoppe to fit. Marx travels with him as some sort of prankster entertainer.

Taranza is a tailor, he moved into town because he needed a change of scenery after losing his late wife who died because of a sickness.

Susie and her Father are some sort of rich folks. Had trouble debating if technology would introduce or if I should stick to them being traditional engineers.

Magic was an off and on thing in this au sort of like how Dreamy Gears does, though I never fleshed it out. Wanted to make Nova a normal clock that you can just find in the wild, like a box of old stuff or randomly buried in the dirt.

Thought of making the Lor and the Halberd horses in love. It still makes me giggle.

Uh yeah that was all I had plan for this au. If this inspires to you make or add to your own then go ahead and take some of the ideas I had here, you don't need to ask me.

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

Got anything for Razzy? Can be absolutely anything, even shitpost.

Yes! :D Thank you for your ask and enjoy!

After some hard work with new spells or just when he wants to relax, he can afford to smoke a little. Rasmodius grows all kinds of weed and tobacco himself. He doesn't sell it to anyone, but he can share it with his friends (if they smoke, of course). At times, when talking with Marlon about different subjects or nothing, smoking has become almost mandatory.

Doesn't miss the opportunity to chat with the Traveling Merchant lady every Friday and Sunday, not forgetting to check out her wares. Sometimes you can find very interesting things and artifacts from the Gotoro Empire at her place. Plus, she's quite a pleasant person to talk to.

He is the one who teleports gems to the trash cans of some Pelican Town residents. After the Wizard recognized the young Farmer's strange habit of rummaging through the trash (he isn't particularly surprised, since he already has a friend with a similar habit - Linus), he decided to use magic to generate gems there. Just to laugh at the Farmer's surprised reaction (a diamond in a garbage can - the hell?? what?????).

If Rasmodius is not expecting guests, and feels unmotivated in some way, he will be lazy to change into his usual robe and will go home in a bath silk robe (purple, because aesthetics 🤌). And if guests do show up - well, he have to accept them according to all the laws of hospitality. And don't look at him like that, this robe is unisex!

Absolutely terrible at cooking. He can concoct any potion you want, but he can't make scrambled eggs without another fire and burnt food. It's easier for Rasmodius to just conjure up food, or have it delivered from the Saloon.

The Wizard loves rain, and goes outside whenever thunderclouds thicken in the sky. He casts a barrier spell on himself that keeps him from getting wet. Rasmodius likes the sound of tinkling drops on the barrier and the smell of rain. He especially loves it in the fall season.

Secretly helps travelers find their way home or to Pelican Town if they get lost in the woods.

[dmitriclaudius]

Dimmed Lights - The Quiet Chapter of Dmitri's Life

Finding work in Gridania was hard for a foreigner such as Dmitri, even as an elezen among other elezen, Gridanian businesses turned him down when they saw he was from Coerthas. Some owners were wary of him, stating that Ishgardians don’t leave their land for good reasons. Eventually he came across a saloon on the outskirts of town on the lower level of what appeared to be an abandoned theater.

After talking to the handsome Duskwight barkeep, he was able to land a job as the person to do the heavy lifting around the saloon. Soon however, his position at the saloon would change as many Gridanian merchants that frequented the place requested he be placed onto the roster. Little did Dmitri know, this saloon was effectively a bar and also a place for people to request hosts for the evening. Both men and women were paid well to keep these wealthy merchants entertained and their cups full. Dmitri was not unfamiliar with personalities like these merchants, he went to school with many highborn afterall. But this was the first time he was perceived not as lowborn, but as an attractive young man. He caught eye of how much the other hosts were making and thought to himself, this could work in his favor. And so, after fitting into the barkeep's unwanted garbs and styling his hair differently, he began his career as a host. At first he was nervous, shaking as he poured spirits into his patron’s glasses. But with some of the merchants’ carefree attitudes and inebriated state, he grew confident in his ability to entertain and provide a good time. This was the first time Dmitri felt like he had some sense of social power. Once he was just a farmer’s child, here he was favored among the wealthy and elite. He was happy to finally have a sense of belonging, even if it was just a saloon on the outskirts. One night, a gentleman walked him to the entrance of the saloon and propositioned that they finish the night in his chambers. Dmitri, off the high of liquor and underlying need to forget the ache in his heart, nodded and proceeded to walk behind the gentleman. That night Dmitri was a changed man. Afterwards, they laid and bed and Dmitri was still bashful after their encounter, unsure if he could stay till morning. The gentleman reassured him that he could stay. They went to sleep and by morning, the man had left. On the pillow next to Dmitri was a note and a small bag. “Thank you for the wonderful night, maids have washed your clothes and prepared your breakfast. Please dress and make your way home after your meal.” The note and hospitality was a nice gesture but when Dmitri looked over the sack to find it filled with gil, something in him panged. He took the gil and left. After this patron’s encounter, more merchants would request for his company after the bar closed. Soon, it was a common occurrence and every time, Dmitri would agree. He had regulars and men who specifically sought him out. Then their friends would come and they would all laugh and drink. Some of these patrons weren’t all law-abiding merchants though. Some partook in shady businesses and others were just too difficult to deal with once they’ve had their fair amount of drink. Still, they put their arms over Dmitri’s shoulder, calling him friend and one of them. But as friendly bar banter became nightly visits, he soon learned how depraved his friends could be. Dmitri was still growing at this time but he was tall for an elezen. He also worked on the farm his whole life and as a result, had a sturdy build. To these friends of his, that was an invitation for them to have their way with him. Being rough or inflicting pain, all of it was done without question. Dmitri disliked this part of their transaction but in his mind, it was a service they’re paying for and something he deserved. Eventually the uncomforting acts became solace for him. There were times he thought of the boy from Ishgard who was never seen as better than livestock. Liquor, pain and warm beds were what kept him company so many cold nights.

[juicebox-junkie]

let's talk about my favorite stardew thing maybe ever :

GREEN RAIN!!!! (spoilers)

i only recently got a computer, and had heard very little about it up until this point, bc for the first time today i got it!!! here are some photos and thoughts C:

what u woke up to!!!! very spooky, i had no clue what was going on

AWOOGA!!!!! i didn't get pics of a lot of stuff but he asks you to tell Robin he's safe. if he go to sebs room, the rest of the family is together and robin is pacing and frustrated. it's kinda sad

then, the part that literally ripped up my insides

i'm not someone who cries over game dialogue too often, but i teared up the second i finished reading evelyn's dialogue. it was so sweet seeing george comfort her

lastly, the merchant wasn't in her spot.

other notes:

- Gus invites everyone to the saloon, and it's open all day

- you can't give gifts on this day, or buy anything

- clint has more cringey dialogue about emily

- pam asks if this is 'a sign from the almighty' (yoba) and asks if this is the end . devastating

- sam asks if it's acid rain, and then says he has to protect his brother

- the wizard says this is 'doing wonders' for the local wildlife/junimos (maybe, idk i'm just guessing)

- linus doesn't give a fuck about it

[focsle]

Have a captain’s saloon. From Wavertree, that operated as a merchant vessel from 1885-1910.

[westworldhqs]

𝐖𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝟎𝟎𝟏 – 20th anniversary celebration.

Twenty years ago, to the day, WESTWORLD first opened its doors to the public. In the past two decades, Westworld has gone from an ambitious experiment to a mainstay in the American zeitgeist. Everybody who is anybody has crossed the threshold at least once – desperate for the chance to live without limits. For those without the capital to pay for a ticket, Westworld remains an elusive prize – a symbol of wealth and status attainable only for a select few – heard about only through stories that filter down from the wealthy and happen upon working class ears. Only to be talked about, but never to be seen. That is, at least, until now.

The TWENTIETH ANNIVERSARY CELEBRATION will be something particularly special. The first milestone event since RONAN RIGBY took the mantle of Park Director – and he has been rumoured to be pulling out all the stops, both to impress the guests, and to appease the shareholders. Guests and employees will be treated to a week-long festival held in Sweetwater, culminating in a town banquet, where Ronan Rigby will be delivering a televised broadcast across the country – allowing those who cannot otherwise afford to visit Westworld the chance to catch a glimpse of it.

For hosts, this week is spent celebrating the harvest festival – the farmers are returning to town with their fresh crops, and it appears to have been another prosperous season. This is a wonderful time of year in Sweetwater – spring in the air, plentiful food, and visitors from far and wide mean that the town is booming. Merchants will be touting fresh produce, saloon workers looking to lure guests in, pickpockets looking for an easy score – and all other hosts preparing a feast for the town banquet.

Months of planning has gone into this event – here's hoping it goes off without a hitch! Remember, the world will be watching.

TL;DR: To celebrate Westworld's 20th anniversary, employees, guests, and hosts are all taking part in a week-long festival, culminating in a town banquet that is to be televised across the United States. With this, we are now OPEN FOR INTERACTIONS. Make sure to plot with your fellow members and tag your starters with #westworld.start & #westworld.event!