#so i dug through some old drafts to do a color stud
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z-1-wolfe · 1 year ago
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*sad kazoo music*
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benjineedssleep · 2 months ago
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(fanfic) stardew valley character outfit descriptions <3
something i wish i saw more in fics and stuff are the finer details. like what characters are wearing. not all the time, and not always super detailed, but sometimes. which is why i'm doing it myself in my current wip :3
all screenies are spoiler free!!! (or too out of context to be spoilers.) i'll be posting the fic on ao3 once it's finished and edited. i'm currently 93.6k words in and still have 3 seasons left to write! so it won't be out for a while but if you wanna beta... get a sneak peak... i'm lookin' at you XD
ANYWAYS ONTO THE POINT OF THIS POSTTTTT
(alt text after "keeping reading"... also be easy on me this is a DRAFT)
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none of this is chronological btw... don't come for me i was doing a word search so i didn't have to doom scroll for these scenes (the document is currently 168 pages long--)
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please let me know if this is not an efficient way to do things btw, i'm new here!!!
Though Sam didn’t have an umbrella, his typical outfit changed a bit to accommodate the weather. The hems of his baggy jeans and fabric of his daily Converse were equally as wet, but his signature spiky hair was safely tucked into the hood of a primary color blocked hoodie. This would’ve been fine ten minutes ago, but now the rain began to pick up.
Most days Sebastian walked around in one of his many black hoodies or band tees, not bothering to accessorize. But the past couple of weeks he’d been trying a bit harder. Today he dressed up his skinny jeans with a pair of layered belts, one studded with stars and the other a solid white with a sparkly buckle. Up top he layered a number of necklaces, rubber wrist bands, and spiked bracelets. He even put the studs and rings back in the cartilage of his ears, having only tunnels in his stretched lobes for the longest time.
Evelyn sifted through a basket behind the door and pulled from it said mittens, sitting them in Sebastian’s hands. They were a solid black with a marbled button on top. “Thank you, wow.” He put them on, rotating his hands around. They fit perfectly. /// “Look.” She pulled back the mitten flap and secured it down with the button. “They’re regular gloves underneath so if you need the full extent of your hands, you don’t need to take them off. Usually they’re fingerless, but I wanted to make sure you were extra warm no matter what.”
Sebastian flattened the collar of his leather jacket, adjusting his tucked in black button down. For some reason, he felt the older woman would judge him if he wasn’t properly put together. “My mother would appreciate any gift from you, Evelyn. You know how much she loves you.”
At this point, Sebastian had a decent idea of what he wanted to wear. It was very typical for him, either a sweater or long sleeve shirt, his favorite pair of ripped jeans, and probably a heavier coat to compensate for all the holes in his pants. He was even considering wearing a hat, which he never did.
Sebastian bent over in the stool, tossing some of the discarded clothing to the side so he could get to the side of the room Sam was on. “I dunno.” He sifted through a mess of hats inside of an old bookshelf that he kept in the closet. From it he pulled a grey ushanka and a loose fitting tassel beanie. He had a few of those beanies, each a different character, but this one in particular was a skeleton cat. “Pick.” /// Sam tossed the hoodie over his shoulder, picking up the beanie. He stared at the front, turning it to the back and tugging at the ears a bit before speaking. “You own cutesy stuff?” /// “I own a lot of cutesy stuff actually.” Sebastian dug through the pile again pulling out a similar hat, just Hello Kitty this time. It had her distinct red bow and everything. “How about that?” He then pulled out a Gir one, shaking it in front of Sam’s face. “Mmm?”
Sebastian sat on the floor of his best friend’s bedroom, watching her through a mirror. She’d been at this hair thing for a while now, having trimmed it for him, but she now focused heavily on sectioning it off to be dyed. A number of colored claw clips were clamped to her pink Hello Kitty pajama pants. “You wanna talk about it?” She struggled out, comb between her teeth as she twisted a section of hair. /// “What’s there to talk about, Abby?” He knew but, as always, someone needed to pull those conversations out of him. /// Abigail pushed the comb into Sebastian’s thick hair, crossing her arms over her chest. Sebastian could see her shoulders square clearly in the spaghetti strap tank top she wore. He didn’t believe her when she’d said she was getting stronger the further down the mines she went, but there was no denying it now. “Why do you look like you’re gonna beat me up?”
Sam dried his hands off on his blue flannel pajama pants and fiddled with a leather hardshell case. From it he pulled out a glossy electric guitar. The color was almost identical to the dice Sam used when they played Solarian Chronicles together. It was several shades of red and orange, twisted together in a wispy under-blended fashion. A few spots were scuffed or chipped, stickers torn and fading, but all Sebastian saw was a well loved instrument.
Sam pushed his head back to look at Robin upside-down before rolling over. “I’m alright.” He fixed his cargo pants and loose t-shirt. “Just got too into it I guess.”
Abigail had apparently felt similarly about herself. She expressed obvious discontent with Sam’s lack of care as she braided the overgrown mop of his hair into two identical French braids earlier in the day. “I just don’t get you, dude. How can you just not care?” /// “I mean, I do.” He leaned forward slightly so Abigail could get the tension right. “I have a style and things I like but it’s very… what does my mom say? Formulaic? Y’know like, I have a real repeatable kinda style. Pick a pair of jeans, any shirt, match my shoes, which are almost all the same, just in different colors, and throw on a jacket or a hat or something. All the stuff goes with each other. Very few decisions.”
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