#modding stardew is suffering

[viralarcadian]

sdv 1.6 is here, time to wait until all my mods update before i play

[my-thoughts-and-junk]

my 1 (one) stardew opinion is shane should not have won the bachelor poll

[reallyghostlypost]

If you use one of the hunger/weather mods the beginning of the game is absolutely brutal. Since you need to eat you can't sell too many things so profit is slow. Being hungry or cold for too long means you lose health or stamina.

So the farmer, canonically a kid who came to the valley with no farming experience, no money and with just the clothes on their back, spends weeks stumbling around the town cold, hungry, ill and injured while everybody bullies them.

"Isn't it kinda funny that the new kid who looks like they're about to fall over has to eat from the trash? Better tell them that their parsnips smell bad!"

You go to bed hungry and wake up with half the stamina so you can't chop trees down for wood and can't warm the farmhouse so you end up ill. You have to eat most of your crops so you have no money for seeds. Most of the time is spent on trying to not starve, you barely get enough food/wood to survive the next day, actual progress is rare. Almost no one in town wants to talk with you. Pierre lies about the few things you sell and everyone believes him. Andy tells you to give up and go back to the city. The flower dance feels a lot harsher now.

[antifacatra]

HOLY SHIT STERLING IS LITERALLY STARDEW VALLEY JESSE PINKMAN WTF

thank you for gifting us players with him free of charge @himetarts

[kitsuga]

To be, or not to be, ripe. {Elliott x Reader/Farmer}

Description: 

A fic in which Elliott realizes he cannot be good at everything.

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Tags: fluff, is this how you know fruit is ripe? who knows. i dont and neither does elliott, reminder mods have ruined my life idk what is or isnt ooc anymore!, reader is referred to as "Farmer"!, not beta'd, not edited, gender neutral reader, stardew valley/sdv x reader/farmer, elliot x reader/farmer, stardew valley/sdv, elliott

Word Count: 2,361

A/N: Written on: October 3, 2022 

look, ive lived in the country a good chunk of my life but I have not even a HINT of a green thumb so I will put my woes on Elliott and have him suffer with me 

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Elliott had a way with words, but he wasn’t quite sure how those same words landed him where he was today—in fact, he was fairly certain he ended up somewhere he was simply not built for.  

The sun had its eyes just barely above the horizon, causing Elliott to shield his own-- peeking ever so slightly through his fingers at the scenery that awaited him. It was serene, beautiful; such a vast change of pace to what he was used to, and it was very welcomed. How he ever got so lucky to find love with the Farmer, he would never know, but waking up after a night stayed at their farm was such a nice, emotional reset. He sighed lovingly when he felt their touch brush across his back.  

“Good morning, my love.”  

“Good morning,” they leaned in for a short kiss before leaning against the porch railing beside him, “you’re up early.”  

“The sun was calling me today.”  

“Funny, it called me too. Only,” they sighed and stood straight, stretching a bit, “it called me in for work. What do you think you’ll do today?”  

It was when they hopped off of the farmhouse porch and stood just a little below him that he noticed them dressed and ready for the day of hard work ahead of them. The dew had only just set, yet, they stood tall and light on their toes as they just barely bounced between the balls of their feet a tad bit antsy. Elliott’s heart skipped a beat and couldn’t help the loving smile that grew on his lips.  

“Hmm, I suppose I’ll work as well. Is there something I can help you with, darling?”  

Their eyes widened with surprise, quickly closing to make way for their reassuring smile. 

“You don’t need to help, it’s alright. I’ve got it.” 

“Oh, come on. Don’t trust me?” 

“It’s not that--” 

“Then?” 

The Farmer sighed and hung their head a bit in shame, an apologetic smile on their lips. Elliott had no time to be upset by their words, though, as a light-hearted laugh bubbled up through his chest. He shook his head to dispel their worries; a kind smile crawled into the creases around his eyes as he spoke again. 

“Worry not. I may not be very versed in the ways of farming, but surely there’s something I can do to ease your workload? Anything at all? I’d really like to help you out, my love.” 

The Farmer’s lips twisted to the side in thought as they looked around at the vast land and various crops growing behind them. It was almost like Elliott could see the exclamation mark appear above their head when an idea came to them; they turned back to him so quickly with a large smile and gestured towards the growing patch of watermelons a bit across the way. 

“Well, some of those should be ready to go, if you’d like to pick them! You can pick the ripe ones and soon as I’m done over in the radishes, I’ll come by with the wheelbarrow.”  

Elliott stared out at the patch of green, appearing zoned out and stoic. The Farmer’s smile waivered a bit as they noticed his indifference and quickly spoke again. 

“Um, if that’s okay with you? You don’t have to, obviously--” 

“Oh,” Elliott snapped out of his trance and shook his head. “Of course it’s okay, I was just admiring, is all. I’ll go ahead and get started then, darling. I’ll see you soon.” 

He quickly left the farmhouse porch, kissing the Farmer’s cheek just as quickly before speeding off towards the patch of watermelons. The Farmer followed him with their eyes, their eyebrows furrowing in confusion before shaking it off and heading towards their own patch of ready to harvest crops.  

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Elliott was definitely not in his element.  

Standing in the middle of the patch, he had no idea which watermelons were ready to pick, and which had more maturing to do. They all looked green—surely it wasn’t a matter of colour? Or was it? Was he to count the lines on the melon and see if they hit a certain amount? No, that was ridiculous. Regardless, Elliott had never had the pleasure of growing nor harvesting his own watermelon, among other things, and was definitely lost. He could pick a good one out at the market! But harvesting? Certainly, a whole different ball game. They had to be just a bit before being perfectly ripe so they could ripen a bit in the bin before selling, right? But, just how much before they were perfectly ripe should they be pulled? Or, did they have to be pre-ripe at all? He didn’t know! Elliott swallowed and sighed heavily. Why didn’t he simply ask his partner what he was looking for? Why must pride get in his way?  

He looked among the melon patch again, looking for at least one to go based off of. His eyes landed on one melon—a bit on the small size—but it seemed to be the perfect shade of green; the stripes were nice and dark, not too many of them, and the melon was almost so perfectly round. That was it! The perfect melon, he thought. Elliott cut it from the stem and rolled it out into the open and moved to the next nice one a few melons down. He continued going up and down the lines picking the nice, hand-sized, rounder melons and skipping ones he considered too small, and ones he considered too large, not green enough, or oval shaped. 

Wiping the sweat from his brow, he stood up straight with his hands on his hips, chest puffed out in pride. It wasn’t very many melons, he thought to himself, just a handful. Would that be enough for the Farmer? He bit the inside of his cheek as he thought about it a bit more, though his thoughts were cut off once the Farmer walked up behind him with the wheelbarrow and called out to him. 

“Hey! Done already?”  

“Oh, there you are!” Elliott turned to them with a smile so big it threatened to crack his face in half. “You worked fairly quick as well.”  

“Yeah, not a lot of them were very ripe so I didn’t have too many to grab. It’s been a good hour, though, Elliott.” 

“Has it been?” Elliott exclaimed, completely flabbergasted. “I guess the time really flew by. I guess that’s what you mean when you say there really feels like there isn’t enough time in the day.” 

“I told you! The day just flies right on by!” They moved to stand next to him and linked their arm with his. “Let's take a look at the haul today!” 

The Farmer finally looked across the field and grew quiet, a deadpan look on their face, unbeknownst to Elliott. He had puffed his chest out again, every inch of him filling with pride, readying himself for praise from his love; when silence filled the air, he deflated a bit and grew a bit shy, now sweating a bit from nerves. He swallowed a bit and looked at the Farmer’s face, noticing the deadpan expression being contradicted by the way they bit their lip and shook from trying not to do... something. Were they going to cry? Were they going to yell? Did he do it wrong? Elliott started to apologize profusely. 

“I’m so sorry, darling! I ruined it, didn’t I? I messed up and ruined your crops, I’m so very sorry--” 

He was cut off by the Farmer finally cracking; a genuine, hearty laugh bursting from their chest. They had folded over, clutching Elliott’s arm with one hand to keep stable as the other held their stomach so they didn’t bust at the seams with how hard they were laughing. It was Elliott’s turn to stand there with a deadpan expression, unsure of how to react.  

“I’m-- I’m sorry,” they stumbled through laughter as they tried to speak. “It’s just, it’s just so funny.” 

“I’m so glad my incompetence can provide you with entertainment.”  

“Oh, Elliott.” The Farmer took a few deep breaths, working to calm themselves down before patting him lovingly on the chest. “Don’t be like that. You have to admit, it is pretty funny. None of the ones you cut are ripe, what was the thought process?” 

“They were green. They had good looking stripes. They were round. They were reasonably sized.” 

“Elliott...” The Farmer stifled a laugh again. “You were half way there.”  

Elliott turned his chin up away from them; he didn’t want to face them because he was embarrassed, ashamed, and honestly felt fairly bad. He really did ruin a good portion of their crop, didn’t he? He cost them a pretty penny, he was sure; how would he pay them back? How would he make up for it? Why were they laughing rather than getting mad at him—he would be distraught if the roles had been reversed. His false pride completely deflated and he hung his head, sighing once again and mumbling out another apology. 

“I’m genuinely very sorry, dear.” His ears started to burn red with embarrassment. “Truly. Is there a way you’d like me to repay you? How much would it cost to replace them?” 

“Elliott, really, it’s fine.” They cupped his face and gently coaxed him into looking at them, a loving smile greeted him. “It’s okay. It really isn’t that bad—it's just a few of them. No need to keep apologizing.” 

They kissed the tip of his nose, gently nuzzling their own against his until he slowly returned the gesture, loosening the stress he held in his shoulders.  

“Are you sure?” His voice sounded defeated. 

“Absolutely sure.” Another kiss to his nose. “Let me show you which ones to pick. I’ve got some neat tricks up my sleeve to picking the ripe ones!”  

Elliott sighed, but gave an exasperated smile, promising to perk up once he moved past his embarrassment. He followed behind, dragging his feet slightly as they went along, coming to the first watermelon he deemed unpickable. It was fairly large, oval, and definitely lopsided. He rejected it for its size, thinking it was far past the presentable state as it would be too big to carry—at least to his home on the beach. They crouched down and encouraged him to join. 

“See, it’s nice and big, so it doesn’t need to do any extra growing; they don’t keep growing on the shelf, after all.” Another embarrassment struck Elliott in the heart. “The real tell on all ripe watermelons though, is the patch of discoloration here on the bottom.” 

When they lifted the melon, Elliott could see a fairly sized yellow patch, varying in degrees of shades. It looked ugly, imperfect, and not like the ones he had picked at all. He gave them a sideways glare, confused and skeptical. They laughed when they caught a glimpse of it and gave the melon a good pat. 

“See, the patch means it’s been on the ground long enough to be nice and ripe when you crack into it. Too yellow—too ripe—grainy, gross, no flavour. Brown—way too ripe-- rotten, even. No yellow spot—it isn’t up to its full potential, and when it ripens on the shelf, it won’t be as good as it should be. This sweet, sweet middle,” another pat to the watermelon, “gives you the sweet, sweet watermelon.”  

“...This... ugly little spot is the tell for the watermelon?” 

“It’s ugly but it does the job.”  

“...And you’re sure about this?” 

“Elliott, have you never picked a watermelon up at the market?” 

“Now that you mention it, I don’t remember if I have.” 

“Well, if the ‘ugly little spot’ isn’t good enough for you, try tapping it.”  

The Farmer leaned down slightly to get a better ear on it and knocked their knuckles against it. Elliott leaned down as well, listening in to a bit of a hollow sound. 

“See? Just like a door. The best, ripe melons will be hollow sounding. They will also, unfortunately, not be as green. A nice, dull colour; an ugly melon is a good melon on the inside.” 

“An ugly melon.” 

“It has a nice personality.” 

“Does it now?” 

“Well, we can crack this one open and test the theory.”  

The Farmer laughed and leaned into Elliott, stealing a small kiss from his lips as he sat on his heels staring at the melon with pure doubt. They pulled him up by his hand after cutting the melon from its vine and put their hands on their hips. A bright smile thrown his way was enough to perk Elliott up from moping as he leaned in to kiss them this time. 

“There you are! I was wondering when you were going to get out of that head of yours.” 

“It’s a very crowded place. Hard to navigate.” 

“I’m sure it is, oh great writer. Come on, help me pick the rest of the melons and put them in the bin, then we can pick out the best of the bunch just for ourselves, as a treat!” 

“What is a good melon if not fuel for our hard-earned labour?” 

“Okay, maybe I’ll get the watermelon instead and you will have none.” 

“You knew this was a thing before I courted you, my dear. Do not act like it is new.” 

Elliott laughed as the Farmer stuck their tongue out at him in good humour. He leaned in for one more kiss before the Farmer took off down the line of crops playfully running from him, taunting him to catch up or he’d have to push the wheelbarrow.  

He watched for a moment before following after them, a smile on his face the entire time. He was certainly out of his element—and he had no idea how his words brought him here today, but he was beyond thankful to be here with his love, and he was ready and willing to learn everything there was about the farming business if it meant he got to stay.  

[fortheloveofhens-zine]

Hello!

This is an introduction post explaining this project and hopefully garnering some attention!

🥚 What's this about?

This is a fanzine by Shane fans, for Shane fans. It's a fan project to appreciate this character, his story, and his growth, and how much it means to a lot of us who have been through similar things.

🥚 How will this work?

Like most other zines! The project will begin on a certain date, and artists and writers will have several months to complete a piece of their choosing for the fanzine. We will use discord to communicate, schedule, and smooth out any issues.

🥚 When is the projected release?

I think aiming for spring 2024 would be nice! It'd be nice to release the zine around when Shane's birthday would be.

🥚Will this be a paid zine?

This is a charity zine to raise money for the mental health charity Samaritans! Samaritans is a charity that operates free and confidential phone lines for people to reach out and talk to someone whenever they're having a difficult time. They provide a listening service for those who may be suffering from suicidal thoughts or otherwise unpleasant feelings. Donations will be raised via ko-fi during a certain fundraising period and after that's over, the zine will go free to download.

🥚What format is this zine in?

The zine will be formatted to A4 paper size, HOWEVER this zine will only run digitally and will not have a print release as things stand. (Mod honestly can't afford a print release as cool as that would be...)

🥚Who can join?

Almost anyone can join! There is no requirement on skill, online following, previous zine experience etc. If this is your first zine, that's awesome! We welcome you with open arms. This is a zine for anyone who has ever struggled with their mental health, and has felt comforted by a certain stardew valley character. I do require that contributors be at least 13+. Not only would it be against discord terms of service to have under 13s on the platform, but mod here, as a fully grown adult, would also be uncomfortable with it - sorry!

🥚Are there any other rules right now?

There are a few! Let's list them, and please read carefully.

We have a zero-tolerance policy for racism, homophobia, transphobia, ableism, fatphobia, and anything else that falls into similar categories. ZERO. This is non-negotiable. This is a safe space and anyone displaying any of the above will be kicked off the project.

That said, proship, comship, darkship etc are not welcome on this zine. This is a safe space for everyone, including minors, survivors, and everyone else.

This is a SFW zine. There will be no NSFW art or writing included.

Every artist and writer is free to depict Shane as they like. If they choose to depict him as trans, POC, mlm, or anything else for the sake of representation, that is their choice and you must respect it. See the first bullet point about zero tolerance.

Ableism also extends to bigotry toward those suffering with mental illness, and addicts. We are trying to promote empathy and acceptance. Ableist comments will be warned (e.g. complaining about Shane's room being messy).

Your piece must include Shane as the focal point! That should be clear already, but just in case! So long as he's the focal point, you can draw or write anything! Ships are allowed.

🥚How do I get involved?

For now, I have an interest check form that I plan to run until the end of September! After that, contributor sign ups will open. Remember to follow this blog to see updates on the zine! You can also send questions to my inbox and I will do my best to answer them. For now, here is the interest check:

[corrienteallita]

I'm back...?

Sorry for being gone for so long, but you know how life happens! The flu really knocked it out of me, then we ended up gutting our living room and completely redoing it.

THEN we went away for a lovely week somewhere hot and sunny.

And then, despite having a lovely time away, depression is a right old cunt and sneaks up on you at the most inopportune times! It happens when life is going well and you think you should be happy with everything, but NOPE. And the fact that it comes at a time when you feel like you should be happy makes it worse, because then you feel selfish for being depressed because why should you be? Life is good.....well, apart from that stupid imbalance of chemicals in your brain that tells you you're worthless, you're a burden and you DESERVE to be unhappy and suffer because you're an awful person.

But the depression ebbs and flows - I think I'm coming out of the other side for now?

In terms of sims... I've been poking around with a build for a few days. I've not been inspired to do many makeovers or gameplay. I might wait for the new pack to come out, and see what that brings (other than probably disappointment). Maybe I'll do a little love themed let's play, who knows?

I've mainly been playing Stardew Valley, because HOT DAMN that game is amazing. I've been playing it on PC and switch. The switch is nice because it's so portable, but gosh darn do I miss the Look Up Anything mod and the Range Highlight.

I've had some asks in my inbox for a while, so I will get round to those eventually!

Sorry, this post is long enough: TLDR; I'm lurking. For now. Watch this space 😘

[musicals-and-mushrooms]

Bells Hells playing stardew valley

Orym - chooses forest farm, makes the cutest little garden in the shape of 2 moons. Best friends with leah because shes a character that just makes sense to him, and romances elliott because dramatic dudes with lucsious hair seem to be his type ;) he also loves the junimos

Laudna - Laudna plays co-op with imogen, and they have a really cottagecore farm. Its a wilderness farm though, and laudna will not let imogen fight any of monsters because the add to the atmosphere. Her favourite festival is the flower dance, and she loves the tailoring aspect of the game

Imogen - shes a farm girl what can i say. While laudna works on the crops, imogen will gather resources to build barns and coops and look after every animal she can afford (they all have names) she downloads a mod to make the horse look like the one she used to own

Ashton - Ashton loves the mines. Once they unlock skull cavern, he will deep dive as far as he can go and use as many bombs as possible. He doesnt usually make friends with people but eventually when fcg convinces them to he cries over shanes story just a bit.

Fearne - Fearne has a very pretty flower farm, and is invested in what is happening with marnie and lewis. Once she gets the pants she will find as many uses for them as she possibly can. Her favourite festival is the egg hunt.

Chetney - Like fearne, he is very interested in marnie amd lewis' relationship, and will try to romance marnie because he can. When he finds out he cant actually build buildings by himself he tries to steal robins job, or try to marry robin. All the bachelors and bachelorettes are too young for him.

FCG - FCG loves to make friends with people, and will memorise each persons loved gift and talk to as many people as they can every day. They try to give therapy to shane but are happy that he still gets help. He decides to move in with krobus because they have a smiley face when you hug them. Because of his attwntion to friendships, his farm mostly consists of just things needed to build relationships.

Dorian - Dorian is a pretty well rounded player, with a nice farm hes spent way to much time on. He always grows blue jazz in spring, and can never decide who to romance, (he suffered rejection from hayley at the flower dance) so he invites orym to his farm and immediately proposes, and explains this with "i need the stardrop so uhhh" orym accepts. Dorian loves the music in the game and often restarts the day just so he can rewatch the dance of the moonlight jellies.

First time doing headcanons and stuff, i saw a post with orym playing stardew in it and got inspired, ill try to find the og post if i can. Sorry for any spelling mistakes, currently very tired. Let me know if you want more of this! :D

[comfortabletogether]

HARUHIKO BEING THE “I love you song” FROM THE 25TH ANNUAL PUTNAM COUNTY SPELLING BEE IS SO REAL!!!!! Anyways, 💫 anon back with a silly idea

I was thinking about Kirby Star Allies and how they kiss to share health. Maybe the reader is trying to cheer up their crush while they’re sad and kisses them?

[For characters, feel free to choose any you want but if you need some characters, could you do Haruhiko, Yuki (sdra2) and Teryua (dra)? ]

Hello 💫 Anon! How are you doing? I’m so sorry I didn’t get to this quicker, I’ve been playing Stardew Vally for the past week, I’m trying to romance Abigail or Elliot. And it’s not going great.

So another apology since it’s 4am and i can’t read, i completely forgot about Teruya. But Yuki and Haruhiko’s were basically the chapter four angst pack.

Reminder my requests are CLOSED and I will be deleting any requests that have been sent in while they are closed. Thank you.

WARNING: SPOILERS; ANGST; HURT/COMFORT(?); UTSURO!YUKI (KINDA)

~ Mod Haruhiko ✈️

Haruhiko Kobashikawa

You were concerned, you were starving, you were in pain, you were suffering. You’d thought about killing— how easy it would be to grab a gun from the arsenal and shoot the short bastard. But Kinjo always being in the arsenal made you rethink. You didn’t want to provoke him.

You were dying, but so was everyone else. Mikako was still the same inside the ballroom. Akane was the same as well but you could see her sweet demeanor cracking by the day. And Haruhiko, he was trying to act as typically but he was guilty and clearly cracking as well.

While he would rant to you or to anyone who asked about the vintage guns and how they came into place in their respective histories to anyone who listened. Haruhiko had been one of the food thieves and he had even shared a few scraps with you. 

“S/O.” Haruhiko’s face was out of the ordinary. The emotion conveyed on it was one of lamentation. His voice was shaking, this wasn’t the confident act that Haru had been putting on for the past while— this was the scared teenage boy who blamed himself for killing Kyoka.

He was also gripping something in his pocket.

“I’m so sorry, S/O. This is all my fault, if I hadn’t been stealing the food, if I hadn’t ate so much food in the beginning, if I was as smart as Kinjo— or Mekaru.” Haruhiko went on. The frown on his face was imminent. You were in your private room.

Your words wouldn’t likely convince him. But you had an idea to cheer the pervert up even slightly— something was better than nothing. You cupped his cheek and placed a small peck on the corner of his lips. It was supposed to go on his lips but you were so shaky from hungry you hadn’t kissed him properly. You swore internally that you would someday.

“This may seem hard for you Haru, but you aren’t the problem, not in Maki-Higa’s case, not in the ballroom and especially not with your parents.“

“Y-you saw it too?” Haruhiko eye’s glittered. His lips parted and he had a blush on his face as if he was astounded by the mere kiss.

“Saw what?”

Yuki Maeda 

Pacing in the frigid cold, endlessly scanning over the books that was only stuffed with random nonsensical gibberish. That’s what Yuki had been doing a few days prior. Half of you vaguely wished you were still stuck in the conference room. Maybe then he wouldn’t have died and Yuki wouldn’t have been so… strange.

 Yuki had been shell shocked moments prior at the revelation of Shinji being dead. Shaking like he had done something wrong but now… he was having the complete opposite of an emotional break.

“Yuki…”

“…” No response.

“Yuki Maeda..?” You called out him to once again. 

This time Yuki had shifted his body to slightly face you, his dull brown were glaring at you and it was utter juxtaposition in the fact that his freckled cheeks were still had tear stains on them.

“Yuki, I can’t convince you that it’ll be okay. But I believe in us, alright? We have lost Shinji but we still have Sora, Nikei, Yoruko and you always have me. I’ll always be here for you. And I know I can’t make it better but I’m here for you.” You tried to comfort the best you could and leaned in and pressed a kiss on his forehead.

“…” Yuki didn’t say anything but he stared. Gears were churning behind his brown eyes. Ones that looked so full of sorrow and despair. Moments later Yuki shell shocked attitude had hit him once again in full force. Tears were coming from his eyes again.

You weren’t sure if it was the best thing to do but alas, you pulled Yuki closer to your figure. Tracing names of place and phases of the moon into his back. And he held you back so much tighter. Trying so hard to decipher whether or not you were really there.

“Please— don’t… please don’t die.” Yuki sobbed.

[viralarcadian]

hot tip from me to you: if you’re using the rustic walls and floors mod and the vibrant pastoral recolor mod, remember to go into the config for the latter and change the setting under “walls and floors” to false or else your house will look like a clown barfed all over it

[takadanobaba]

I have a few :>

1. Do you plan to reference Hisui in any way? The events before or after Ingo disappearing or perhaps even foreshadowing?

2. The question probably on everyone's Minds: will you be able to marry/date both of the twins? Will there be special heart events for both of them as well?

3. Will the other townies make reference to the twins in their dialogue or will we have special events with one or more characters with the twins in them? (e.i: the joja cola commercial with Shane, Clint and Emily).

4. Will he be able to go inside the train station?

5. will we see Emmet's giant horde of joltiks?!

6. Will other people be allowed to make portraits of the twins?

You don't have to answer every one of them

I'm sorry asdfghjkll I'm just really excited about the mod,

i've played over 600 hours of stardew valley and I also adore Ingo and Emmet

Thank you for the ask!! This is quite long so I'm putting them under a readmore.... I hope I answered your questions well enough!!

1. Just a bit of foreshadowing! We do intend on making a Hisui expansion later down the line, but we are currently focusing on just making their pre-Hisui storyline for now!

2. Of course the twins will be datable! I started making the mod because I couldn't wait for Pokemon Masters EX to add them in and decided to just make the submas dating simulator myself haha... Stardew's base game doesn't allow for marrying more than one character at a time and currently there are no references to dating both at the same time (we still have a Lot of dialogue to write in general...). I do know that there are mods that allow you to marry multiple characters but I personally have not tried them myself (I read that your spouses would kiss each other and and quickly departed.... please do not try to make them do that. This is a no blankshipping zone. If anyone deliberately tries to use the mod for incest purposes, you will be tied to the tracks and promptly ran over). For now, the heart progression will assume that you are only going to date/marry one of the twins. If there is enough demand (or if someone else wants to write it....) another "route" could be made later on that has them acknowledging you dating each other? It would be difficult to implement since daily dialogue is tied to individual heart levels and there's not much I can do about having them acknowledge you dating the other in the base mod.

Up until you officially date them, they will simply just be very good friends with you (and a bit obsessive... they're quite lonely in Pelican Town and you're one of the few people who don't turn them away! Can you blame them for becoming so attached?). Emmet's heart progression will consist of him not quite knowing how he feels other than that you are verrrry important to him and will be verrrry similar to Nemona's friendship in scar/vio (if you know... you know) until you decide to date him. Ingo will suffer from his repressed feelings of love and write secret admirer letters to you to cope, all while ensuring that you can he is very much grateful for your friendship... he is a gentleman and wouldn't want to make you uncomfortable with his feelings so directly!

3. The other townspeople will acknowledge their existences! We are still working on specifics, but they will interact with them. Most characters are wary of them and their pokemon, so it will take time for them to warm up, but they are liked by Jas, Vincent, and Granny Evelyn (who will mention having a Bellossom long ago...).

4. The train station will be enterable! Still working out the details for that too, but we intend to make it sort of like the Community Center... We do also want to add quests to improve the exterior of the train station too (there's so much.... dirt.... it's so ugly....)

5. Most likely?? I still have a lot of spriting to do!! There will be joltiks though!

6. You are more than welcome to make your own portraits! The portraits that I drew up are too big to fit inside the vanilla game dimensions (64x64 pixels... tiny...) so I have to use portraiture to load them in (otherwise it loads the resized versions I have implemented... which are quite blurry ^^;). If anyone wants to make vanilla sized portraits to be added into the base mod then then please let me know! If you also make your own portrait mod, I would be happy to link to it when I release the mod. Though... do be aware that the portrait sheets this mod has the dialogue coded for are quite long. Here are the full portrait sheets:

[daveythefool]

something about verity doesn't make sense to me. why would they love morris if he's so devoted to the company they hate?

{This is fixing to be a long answer, I am SO SORRY, you have indulged the hyperfixation fr, I could talk for hours about this man! }

Mostly, Verity's reasoning is based around how I'm setting up the story for them, and how I head canon Morris would be as a multifaceted character. There's a few mods out there that do this already- add in more personality and reason behind him & his actions in-game than the vanilla game allows him- such as Morris Redeemed and Marry Morris. {Great mods, even if it's for the bit, I'd recommend trying them out and seeing the awesome work the people who made them put in!}

Anyway, Morris absolutely feels like a cartoonish, over-the-top bad guy. He's meant to be the overall "villain" of Stardew, a personification of Joja itself as the big scummy company, so it makes sense. Surface level personality of "he's just evil to be evil", not meant to be taken seriously at all, he's written exactly as he's intended to be for vanilla game. He's great as just that!

So, of course, it's not necessary to ask the questions "What if he's not actually just a big ol' greedy scumbag? What if there's more to it?", but it's so FUN to.

Therefore, for Verity's story, the answer is a resounding: yes, there's more to it. I'm definitely going to end up leaning into the fact that he DOES feel like the personification of Joja, not because he likes it, but because {like Verity at one point in time} he felt like Joja would bring him the life he wanted/wants.

Being over-the-top for his job just seemed like the right way to go about that for him, so he's constantly pushing for membership cards, hounding his employees to put in 100% of their effort just like he is. He's the manager of the whole store; his job rides on their performance in Joja's eyes just as much as THEIR jobs ride on his & their own performances. So, he performs. And he presses those who work with and under him to perform, too. It's a constant, monotonous, day-to-day show in order to keep the one Joja store in this small, barely-make-a-profit town floating. Those above him press him about how they'll tear the store down if that store doesn't meet the quota Joja wants- that if he doesn't get another membership to build that warehouse and please Joja corp., he's screwed, and on top of that, the employees who rely on the paycheck that Joja provides them are ALSO screwed.

Poor Shane is obviously crumbling apart at the seams as is, and the last thing Morris wants to do is fail these employees of his.

He cares about the people in the Valley, it's just that he's been made to believe that allowing a corporation like Joja to treat himself and others as less-than-human, forcing them to consistently and constantly mask any "undesirable" traits/behaviors in order to continue making the company the highest profit they can, please the company as a whole, put the store on some kind of corporate radar, will bring himself and others a good and happy existence. That the Joja brand suffering is normal, and worth it. Please the system, and the system will be good to you.

Except, it isn't, and it won't. Joja is a company that will use you up, and spit you out without care the moment you disappoint their already too-high expectations. The opening scene, after all, is of the office space Verity came from- constant surveillance to make sure every second is spent working, high turnover, and a significant lack of warmth and life in the building. It is cold, imposing, and highly stress-inducing. It's not a stretch to imagine that {playing off of some things in the Marry Morris mod} Morris had been unable to attend his father's funeral, and isn't able to visit his mother very often. That's something Verity can relate to him on. They didn't get much, if any, off-time from Joja, and their interpersonal relationships {not to mention their relationship with themself} suffered for it. Just because Verity hates the company, doesn't mean they hate or should/would be hateful to those that are still stuck working for it; they aren't the kind of person to take somebody's actions/behavior purely at face value, even if they aren't happy with what they did. It doesn't take hating a person to ask them if they're really happy with the conditions they're living under, if their job is really worth the cost it brings them- it takes actually caring enough to bother asking. That's what Verity brought to the metaphorical table for Morris; someone who could understand where he's coming from, even if they refused to fit in his static worldview. Someone willing to hold a conversation about whys and hows and what fors, instead of "you're just another shitty boss, and underneath that, you're just another shitty person; I'll do everything I can to make sure you never have your way." Verity didn't work on the community center out of spite and/or hatred. They did it because they fully felt it was the right thing to do in order to aid and uplift the community they, also, care about, instead of forcing them to submit to whatever Joja wants. That included Morris, as a member of the community. It's a whole thing, that Morris in the end doesn't actually want what Joja wants; he wants what he, as an individual, wants, and what he wants is for everyone he cares about to be happy, healthy... thriving. TL;DR Verity went a route he didn't/couldn't bring himself to take, and when the Center was refurbished, he suffered a Character Arch:tm: and frienemies to lovers shenanigans ensued.

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

Hii~!

I had an idea for a wonderful headcanon that a farmer is a polyglot and can tease his partner in different languages, especially French or maybe Italian, when their partner just stands there with face like "😀?" and does not understand until they look into the translator and it's turn into "😳"

(I know that in the world of suffering there are no certain language clarifications or certain countries with reference to the real world, but still!)

Thanks a lot for the answer!

Heh... 🌚 I like your headcanon.

Even though the Stardew Valley world isn't particularly clear about languages and accents (I can only imagine the Ferngill Republic and the Gotoro Empire speaking different languages, and.... that's all), but I really like the idea!

And you know, why make something up when the same Farmer can seduce the object of their affection, say, in elvish? Elves do exist in Stardew Valley, plus our grumpy elf Jio from Ridgeside Village mod does that if he dates Farmer.

I can already picture Farmer writing Elliott a love letter in another language. And when the writer went to the library to find a translator, what he translated made his cheeks turn pink throughout the reading.

Or how our gallant Lance tries to flirt with the Farmer again, but our Farmer ends up counterattacking him with a very strong and not-so-innocent phrase (tee hee 🌝), causing Lance to first go into a stupor and then blush a little (my personal headcanon that Lance knows a little Elvish).

Good idea, thanks for that! ☺️

[indigobackfire]

STARDEW UPDATE NOBODY ASKED FOR

I started a second farm after around 200 hours on my first and my initial intention was to marry Emily but... anyway Maru is an amazing character.

Also, plan your proposal well so it doesn't fall on somebody's birthday, also... plan your outfit so you don't end up marrying in your prized trashcan hat (the first out of five or six... trash queen).

Also made an objective to invest in fishing so I wouldn't suffer for 4 in-game years to finish the community center, and boom finished the fish tank on y1 and caught a legend fish.

I also downloaded an outfit mod (along with a few simple quality-of-life ones, and adopting dusty and having a bathroom is def an increase in quality) with an external one for Maru in specific because I don't dig the straight hair for her.

Also in screenshooting this moment again as one does, I noticed they now look like a couple of country folk who drive monster trucks...

[druvjelly]

Greetings! Welcome to uhh, my blog. More info under the cut

My name is Druvjelly, or druv for short. I’m from Sweden so if I suddenly enter sweblr mods. Be prepared! I use any pronouns, and I use bro and guy gender neutrally to refer to people. But if you feel uncomfortable with that! Just give me a heads up!

Extra stuff about me before we get to the fandom stuff. I am autistic, so my replies to stuff may be quite. Stiff. I’m half Cameroonian and trying to teach myself French (I am very lazy so I forget to do that)

Fandoms and comfort characters

Main ones

Persona 4 golden

Splatoon (sideblog @splatoonpolls)

Fire emblem, 99% three houses (sideblog @themgloucestergenesarestrong)

Bioshock

Pokémon

Psychonauts

JoJo’s bizarre adventure (part 4 is my favorite)

Stardew Valley (sideblog @leeksoupforstardew)

May appear now and then

Punch Out!!

That's not my neighbor

What remains of Edith finch

No straight roads

Hi fi rush

Monster High

Final fantasy vii

Junji Ito

Comfort characters (aka I should not be allowed to write fanfics about these fellas they all suffer in the fucking end)

Kanji Tatsumi (persona)

Vincent valentine (ffvii)

Lorenz Hellman Gloucester (fire emblem)

Jackson Jekyll (monster high)

Roark (Pokémon)

Mikitaka Hazekura (jjba)

Josuke Higashikata (jjba)

Ignatz victor (fire emblem)

Atticus (Pokémon)

Chai (hi fi rush)

Clodsire (it is my all time favorite Pokémon)

Music taste!

Bauhaus

London after midnight

Pink turns blue

Gorillaz

Frank Sinatra

King crimson

Weird Al Yankovic

The crane wives

System of a Down

Books I really like

Six crimson cranes by Elizabeth Lim

Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury

Grown by Tiffany D. Jackson

A clockwork orange by Anthony Burgees

The Sunbearer Trails by Aiden Thomas

Dni list

All the basics (bigots, pedos, zoos)

Cat haters (sorry but cats just means a lot to me, like if you actively hate cats we can not be mutual I am sorry)

Nothing more, nothing else! I will just block you on sight

My ao3 is druvjuice, and my art tag is #druvyart

[crazy-lazy-elder-sims]

WHAT THE FUCK which fucking mod did i install for stardew valley gave george cancer 😭😭😭 man leave the old man alone he already suffered enough aaaah