#stardew prose

[lily-alphonse]

"A Beautiful Thing" by Lily Alphonse

Content: GN/M

Rating: G

Words: 300

I knew I was destined for a soulmate when my vision went gray. That’s what everyone said, anyway. That it was a beautiful thing. It didn’t feel like a beautiful thing. My colours were gone, my world dark. For twelve years. Until I met him.

AU August Day 2: Colourless. Colourless soulmate AU for Elliott, or any green-eyed ginger man you want lol, it's pretty vague. You can read on AO3, or under the cut. First POV gender-neutral reader, no content warnings.

I knew I was destined for a soulmate when my vision went gray. That’s what everyone said, anyway. That it was a beautiful thing.

It didn’t feel like a beautiful thing. 

My colours were gone, my world dark. For twelve years. 

Until I met him.

His hair was the first colour I had seen in twelve years, and it was magnificent. 

My heart stopped to see colour for the first time in so long. I thought I might forget.

But it was so clear. 

It was every sunset I had seen as a child, maybe the copper of a newly-minted penny mixed in. It was the orange of a fire that burned my world back to life, slowly, slowly spreading out from him to reveal what I had been deprived of. 

His jacket was burgundy. It looked beautiful with his hair. But how would he know that? Did he know his jacket was burgundy, and went with his hair? He couldn’t, if he was truly my… 

It didn’t feel real. How could he be for me? 

His colours were brighter than the rest, the world still catching on fire by his radiance when he turned and saw me. 

He froze; my journey in his eyes as the world caught up to him, too. 

What did he see in me?

What happens now? 

His eyes are green– I can see forests in him. 

“Hello,” he says on a wisp of breath, eyes sparkling with something like reverence though every fiber of my being insists it could never be for me. But he must be experiencing what I am.

What… I am. 

I have brought the colour back to his world too…

What do you see in me, marvelous creature, my starburst of flame and forest?

“Hello,” seemed like a better start.

[syciaralynx]

Insane that i am working on 3 fics simultaneously, with such WILDLY different themes and tone. Its like 3 mice are in my head and each one gets a turn at the wheel.

[thatkippycat]

Hello!

I was wondering if you can do a headcanon on any lackadaisy cat and how they would react to a hairless cat reader.

Thank you!

I did a handful of characters (romance, sorry if you wanted platonic) for this, so I suppose a bit more quantity over quality this time. Ideally, it's still relatively ok. If there's one that I miss and people want them, I'd be happy to do a part 2. Hope y'all enjoy!

Various(Lackadaisy) x HairlessCat!Reader

(Note:this has one of my personal headcanons that, similar to Stardew Valley players, Ivy just collects people, learns everything about them and moves on.)

Mordecai Heller

• Mordecai is a very analytical tomcat, and you being without fur is certainly... analyzed.

• You're just a regular at the Marigold who stands out to him for your appearance, and definitely no other reason.

• It's not because of the way the lighting makes your bared skin look heavenly, nor is it because of how easily he can see the way you blush around him.

• Yeah, he's in denial about it, that's for sure, but a gentle nudge in the right way and boom, he melts like butter on a hot pan for you.

• In private, of course. He has a reputation to maintain.

• Though, he definitely doesn't mind silently adoring you from across the Marigold.

• And if anyone so much as maliciously looks at you because you're different, well, Mordecai is very good at hiding both his feelings and the nondescript adult sized bags he "takes care of."

Rocky Rickaby

• Imagine if you will, being a god/goddess. People throw themselves at your feet, and want nothing more than to sing your praises until the end of days.

• That's how Rocky sees you.

• To Rocky, seeing you is like Romeo seeing Juliet. There isn't a better phrase to describe it than utter adoration.

• Unlike Mordecai though, Rocky's love for you is no secret.

• In fact, if you let him, he will go on for hours about how beautiful you are, building shrines to you with rhymes and prose, as well as painting you as heaven-sent bliss with the saccharine notes of his sweet symphonies.

• Yeah, there's no better way to put it, he's smitten.

• He also really likes the way it feels when you hug.

Ivy Pepper

• Ivy has a tendency to "collect" people.

• It's something she isn't super aware of, but it definitely affects your first couple of interactions.

• Ivy is totally entranced by you, and while at the beginning it's mostly just because of your lack of fur, it begins to become more and more about you as a person.

• She gets ahead of herself. A lot. And you definitely need to ground her sometimes.

• Yet despite it all Ivy genuinely adores, in a way that's not her finding interesting people, getting to know them, and then just moving on.

• It's not luck, by the way. Ivy genuinely loves you that much, because you are just that amazing.

Calvin "Freckle" McMurray

• On a more comedic note, Freckle is the one to make sure that all your needs are accounted for, even if it means being a bit overprepared.

• It's not that he's wilfully ignorant or dumb, he just needs a gentle reminder every once in awhile.

• The sunscreen and extra layers when it's cold out is very sweet of him though.

• Freckle's similar to Rocky in that he absolutely adores you, treating you like an angel sent from above, even if that is a bit sacrilegious.

• Unlike Rocky, he's not overtly affectionate, aside from packing things you may need because, well, no fur.

• Instead Freckle hangs off your every word, silently appreciating you. Just being in your company is just... amazing to him.

• Also, since he's usually worried about you being cold, you get the perfect excuse for cuddles too ;3.

[thekoolkat]

❛ you know what's funnier ? that i even stuck with dating a tool like you . ❜ although it had been irrevocably her fault for starting the day with a vile greeting , dew's words did cause a lump to form in her throat . she hates that to this day , he has a form of effect on her ; and the best way to hide it is to fight fire with fire . ❛ because that's what you're good at , right ? placing expectations on others and berating them if they so much move an inch opposite said expectations ? ❜ she replies , obviously inkling towards the downfall of their relationship .

"that's funny," he scoffed. "i was going to say the same thing." even though his heart was racing as he said this to her, he reminded himself to focus on the role. this could be a game-changer for him as well. "every time i look into your eyes, or kiss you, don't mistake the heat for any actual passion on my part. the moment the cameras stop rolling, i don't think of you at all. i expect that you'll do the same."

[rowanisawriter]

10 years, 10 stories

2024 is my 10th year on ao3. i’ve been writing for a lot longer than that and have had some years where i didn’t write anything at all. in a way ao3 is like a timeline for me or a diary, i can track my adult life with it. i wanted to pull like 10 stories that i’ve written over the course of these past 10 years that i think kinda define me

1. fantasy and fallacy (young justice/dc)

this isn’t my most popular young justice fic but it is my favorite. i wrote it a long long time ago and copied it into ao3 when i first got my account. looking back on it now it’s when i started developing what i think is now my true writing voice, focus on emotions and atmosphere rather than dialogue or plot strictly speaking

2. runner (assassin’s creed)

this is the first thing i wrote that felt experimental, free form before i understood what that really meant. i write like this all the time now and love it, but it felt really novel to me at the time

3. lucky one (avatar/legend of korra)

i’m still proud of this fic, i always remember the feeling i had writing it, how i was exploring something really emotional and strange. it’s about the relationship between siblings, jealousy, maybe even hatred. i have a complicated relationship with my own siblings and this story helped me untangle some of the feelings back when i was in the middle of it

4. heretic (bg3)

this story connects a lot of my favorite things about my writing—religious themes, selfish and power hungry characters, flowing and rhythmic prose, it feels like one of The stories for me tbh

5. self aware (mass effect)

i think this is my most important story because i wrote it after a 6 year writing break, when i had completely given up on ever writing anything again. i had just had my baby, i was fighting for my life with post partum depression, covid etc, it felt like the world was ending. so i wrote this and in some ways it fixed me, it fixed everything

6. butterflies (dragon age)

i’ve written so many dragon age fics but this one is important because it was my first multichap ever! i realize now i like these short multichaps where each chapter has its own theme (usually the chapter title) and now i do this all the time but butterflies was the first

7. real world (stardew valley)

not sure where this one came from lol i have a lot of feelings about being a parent, about the life i chose when i became a parent, how tiring it is, how unprepared i was even though i wanted it, all of that is distilled into this fic that i very much wrote for myself

8. starry-eyed (bg3)

i like to read poetry but haven’t written any before, so i try to infuse my writing with the rhythmic style i like to see in poetry. starry-eyed feels like it hit that rhythm i look for while still holding onto some semblance of plot lol i’m very proud of it

9. the fall (hades)

weird writing, allegory, symbolism, mythology, these are my favorite things to read and it just so happens the bible is full of that lol so i rewrote lucifer’s fall as a short thanzag fic and rereading it now feels so natural, i feel like i was born to write like this

10. glass slipper (classics)

i usually prewrite an entire story before posting it. for this one, i had about half down and a vague outline for the rest and it was an experiment kind of, to post and just go with the flow, and it worked, i didn’t abandon it, i felt connected to it the whole time while people read and liked it, and now i feel like i trust myself more as a writer tbh

[rogueshadeaux]

Silly little Stardew Valley headcanons of mine no one asked for.

I'm back in it lol.

Shane has heterochromia iridium, though not many notice it at first. His left eye is a soft brown, while his right is a deep green. It honestly looks like a trick of the light at first - both of his eyes seem that dark green, one stuck in the shadows from his lolling head as he avoids people's eyes.

Alex is mixed. Sorry (I'm not).

Also, it's Alexandre.

Elliot doesn't use hairties. It's those little clips you use that have like. teeth. you know the ones. Leah got him one of a translucent butterfly as a joke and uh...it now sits at the base of the potted rose on his desk for when he writes.

Mayor Lewis is only mayor because no one's bucked up to run. The people would unanimously vote for the Rusty Spoon you regularly find on your farm if it was on the ballot.

It was Shane's little sister that died and lead to him being Jas' guardian. Jas looks too much like her, and it causes so much pain for Shane.

Also Shane's little sister is Mona, the only headstone you can read in the graveyard.

You know how you can look in Jas' room and her dollhouse is quoted as: "The little family is gathered around the dinner table. Wait...except Grandpa. He's shoved under the bed for some reason." Yeah I like to pretend that's an allegory. Grandpa is the boogeyman under the bed, and maybe the reason Jas is in Shane's care.

when Shane starts his sobriety journey, he finds surprising friends in...Alex and Haley? Alex and he are all about gridball - Shane was semi-pro, after all, a player in college - and Haley's blunt rebukes amuse him. She has the same style of banter as he does. You can catch them on the beach, Shane and Alex throwing around a gridball while Haley is on the side, sunbathing and making fun of them (lovingly).

Linus is a reflection of the nature magic of the Valley - like the bear or the hat mouse. It's why he and Rasmodius are close friends and regularly near each other at festivals; they're arcane users. Linus more so lives in it as an equal rather than a wielder.

This isn't a headcanon but why the fuck doesn't stardew valley have a school. I bet none of these fuckers know what a hypotenuse is.

ELLIOT IS A MERPERSON. You know how Ariel runs away from home for the trinkets of the land? That but storytelling. I am not original in this one but I KNOW it's true. I feel it in my junimos.

Abigail isn't Rasmodius' child. Emily is.

Penny and Sebastian are exes, but in like, a middle school way. I am not elaborating.

Granny and the player's grandfather were childhood friends.

George is a war veteran.

The Travelling Cart transports refugees. It's why they go to the Gotoro Empire to begin with.

George knew his way around mines, and was quite the adventurer. He, Marlon and Gil know each other. Well.

Sam just has one of those personalities where he’s only two degrees away from being a friend to EVERYONE in town. Gets Shane to crack up in the Joja Mart break room, is interested in the prose of Elliot’s writing (he’s a writer himself, after all - songs are just poems). He’s like a dog, everyone just gravitates towards him.

[lily-alphonse]

trying out the ask game if u pls 🕯️🥤🪐🥑

This is my best friend yall idk why she's asking these things like she doesnt know

🕯️ ⇢ on a scale from 1 to 10, how much do you enjoy editing? why is that?

It's awful. 1. Every once in a while I have a stroke of genius while editing but usually it's torture and feels unproductive but is so unfortunately necessary for me (unlike some other soupy creatures)

🥤 ⇢ recommend an author or fanfic you love

I have 2 fics I need to shout out, both are Explicit NSFW.

Generally the fic I say is my go-to favorite is The Wind That Cuts The Night by thespectaclesofthor, but it's not for everyone. It's BDSM, hatefucking, a lot to turn people away but it really changed how I approached canon characterizations and the kind of stories we can tell with them. I am a slow reader but I spent 3 days doing nothing but reading this I was so engrossed. It's Stardew Valley Alex x Elliott

Another all-time favorite is JINGI by my friend Goldtinted. Im not even in this fandom (My Hero) but I love Goldtinted's writing style it's so interesting to me how they weave in and out of scenes using poetic prose. Such an inspiring and hot fic I reread it all the time. It's a yakuza AU, Chisaki Kai / Dabi | Todoroki Touya

🪐 ⇢ name three good things going on in your life right now

My writinggg Im writing so much and it is better than it has ever been I am so close to writing to publish I can taste it

While its not really a thing going on in my life necessarily I feel like I have to mention my friends. Idk how I got here because I can be a pain but finding people who like me has been wildly gamechanging lol

Fall is coming :D about to not DIE in the summer heat

🥑 ⇢ you accidentally killed somebody, which mutual(s) do you text for help?

Obviously you @writing-for-soup and @softwarecorruption-exe the ride-or-dies, but honestly I am surrounded by amazing people I don't doubt would be there for me if I needed them. I could list several more but Im not trying to tag the whole friends list lol

If you want to join the fun, here is the original ask game post!

If you are reading this and you like Cyberpunk, RDR2 or Stardew Valley go check out Soup's work on AO3 she's a better writer than I am

[wispstalk]

20 questions for writers

under the cut. Thanks to @everybodyknows-everybodydies for tagging🖤

Tagging back: @nuwanders @jiubilant @ervona @ehlnofay @druidx @blossom-adventures @sylvienerevarine @throughtrialbyfire @da3drat no pressure

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

Five

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

198327

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Just elder scrolls. I have a feeling that's gonna be it for me. I've been tempted to write stardew valley fic lately which would perhaps be classed as "crack" (I know what that is in theory but the way people use it makes no sense to me) but I took a cursory look at the tag and I don't think the stardew valley fandom is ready for a ray fic lmao

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Well. I have five.

5. Do you respond to comments?

I try 🫠 it haunts me how often I've left my beloved mutuals on read..... but if that's u and I did, I am telepathically beaming this: !!!!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ Making out sloppy style etc etc

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

lol. lmao even

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

.....within AO3 I guess it's "Morning" but also that's set at a refugee camp? I will say the skyrim story will have a more peaceful ending but up until now fic writing has been an outlet for my thwarted rage and covid brain damage soooo

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I mean this is generally a culture of positive feedback. Someone did yell at me once for hitting martin septim with the transgender beam which is a level of no-life-havin loserdom which could be classed as "hate" but came off as pure cope and seethe

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I really bristle at the word smut sorry its too cutesy. I was a prodomme for seven years I don't do euphemisms lol. I wrote a sex scene into IITT to see how I felt about writing sex scenes. I learned that I am only interested in writing them if they serve specific functions. I have absolutely zero judgment toward anyone who wants to write about fuckin and suckin, that's just not why I'm here

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

No but recently my household watched game of thrones together and my bf and his brother were cracking jokes like what if one of these medieval characters had a gundam. Neither of them read fic so I was like don't be too entertained by yourselves. I bet that has been written. looked it up on ao3 and sure as shit

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I'm not gonna lie I did find a fic where someone very obviously ripped me off but I don't wanna call them out. One specific instance where they bit my style was so clumsily applied as to be obvious, but their prose in general was fantastic so like. who care.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not as far as I know but that would make me holler

13. Have you ever co-written a fic?

Nope. I'm not opposed to the idea but it's hard to imagine how I'd do this given my process. I think I'd be pretty difficult to work with

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

?!? I dunno I don't have one. I put a lot of effort into writing martinhok but I could not say that one, due to how overwhelmingly heterosexual the tag is. I'm sorry but can everyone who's not a faggot please pipe down

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I have my moments with the skyrim wip. I've signed myself up for something pretty complicated and challenging but I also learned that I can finish things so I'm not really worried about it. The fact of the matter is: I do not care if this is good. It matters that it is done so I can move on with my life. If parts of it are boring and overlong that's yalls problem

16. What are your writing strengths?

I get a lot of compliments on my worldbuilding. I do think a lot about the minutiae of material culture and think I have a talent for incorporating detail in engaging ways

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I'm a cornball. This is a corny activity. I don't really care because I'm doing it for free. Enjoy the unsolicited view into an internet stranger's terrible psyche

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I try to apply with a light hand. I'm a dumbass sheltered American and I can mostly make myself understood in a Spanish-speaking country but that's about it. I like playing around with language and the idea of multilingual societies matters to me so I include it, but I'm not a linguist so I try to work within my limits. Whether I am successful at this is up to others.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Elder scrolls. Never felt compelled until i spent a winter playing oblivion and went wow this game has an incredibly bleak narrative behind a silly aesthetic. Oops now I'm in a lore pit

20. Favorite fic you've written?

The Nature of Fire is my best prose hands down. I'm gonna be real with y'all I am desperate for people to read it. It is genuinely the best I can do at this point and if you like what I've done so far, well, whatever u read sucks compared to this fic.

[bakuliwrites]

Love Letters- Elliott x Reader

Rating: 18+ (MINORS DNI)

Fandom: Stardew Valley

Relationship: Elliott x Reader

Tags: Fluff and Smut, Oral S*x, PIV, Overstimulation, Elliott being corny and romantic, Outdoor S*x

Summary: My Muse! You inspire in me such vivid dreams that when I wake to find my bed empty, I despair! I ache for you, body and soul. How I long to return to you, scoop you up in my arms, and ravish you from evening until dawn (Beyond dawn! For dawn does not limit my undying love, my eternal passion for you). Though weary from this whirlwind tour, I am never too weary to show you the depths of my adoration for you. I will return to you early next week, and I am beside myself with excitement.

Elliott returns home from his book tour and the Farmer has a sultry surprise for him.

Read here in this post or over on my AO3

The pages of Elliott’s letters crinkle quietly in your hands as you leaf through them for what must be the thousandth time this week. Each one is so lovingly written, his messy script scrawled across every inch of paper. He’s even put little notes in the margins, snippets of poetry, and romantic little musings. The scent of his cologne lingers from the spritz he gave each envelope, tiny puffs of cedar and amber gracing your nose with each turn of the page. 

The majority of the content of each letter is Elliott’s very detailed account of his latest book tour: all the quaint bookstores he’s gotten to visit, the delectable delicacies he’s tried, the wonderful people he’s met. Elliott is a skilled storyteller, so even these parts are quite entertaining to you. However, it’s the sultry bits of prose that you’ve found yourself re-reading over and over again these last several weeks. Though a lot of it is cloaked in flowery imagery and grand proclamations of love, you’ve discovered your beloved writer has quite the filthy mouth when he puts his mind to it.

My darling, I stopped in at a historical bookstore yesterday: mahogany shelves from floor-to-ceiling, teeming with greenery in various pots and windowsills. A veritable atrium of knowledge and serenity. Afternoon sunlight filtered through the stained glass above me, painting the floor in vivid colors. I longed to peruse every ornate volume I passed. Yet, as I dragged my fingertips along the spines, all I could really think about is how desperately I wished you were at my side. Oh, what this bookstore inspired in me! Such sensual thoughts distracted me throughout the entire event I had there. I could hardly keep focused. I kept picturing us, intertwined amongst piles of novels. You, pressed up against the shelves, your gentle sighs filling me with vigor. 

The first time you read this, you had to pause tending to your crops and sit down for a while. You wrote back as soon as you could that evening, filling the page with every sultry daydream that had popped into your head as you went about your chores that day. You decided to include a little snapshot, something a bit naughty to keep Elliott company on his travels. Elliott’s response was even more detailed.

My darling, your last letter to me had me positively reeling. I should think your letter would have combusted as you wrote, the heat of your passionate words too much for such fragile paper to handle. And yet, it has managed to survive (I keep it in my breast pocket, pull it out when I have a moment of privacy. And the picture you sent! You’re a cheeky thing, my darling. And I, a lucky man). 

All I can think of is you, my star. When I sleep, I imagine us, picnicking under the shade of the willow on our farm. Long abandoned is our luncheon. When I am with you, I want for nothing. Nothing compares to my head buried in your supple thighs, breathing in your intoxicating perfume, my lips on yours. The taste of your sweet succor on my tongue. No food or drink is as satiating as you, my darling.

Weekly, and without fail, you have received letters from Elliott. It seems there hasn’t been a moment that has passed that he hasn’t been thinking of you. His final letter came just under a week ago, and he sounded more than eager to return.

My Muse! You inspire in me such vivid dreams that when I wake to find my bed empty, I despair! I ache for you, body and soul. How I long to return to you, scoop you up in my arms, and ravish you from evening until dawn (Beyond dawn! For dawn does not limit my undying love, my eternal passion for you). Though weary from this whirlwind tour, I am never too weary to show you the depths of my adoration for you. I will return to you early next week, and I am beside myself with excitement. 

Normally, you’d give Elliott a moment to breathe before pouncing on him. But he’s made it quite clear about what he’s been missing on his book tour. So you’ve asked him to meet you under the willow in the far corner of your farm, out of sight of anyone who might accidentally wander onto your property. In this secluded area, you’ve set out a blue and white gingham blanket topped with a wicker basket filled with Elliott’s favorites: crisp starfruit wine, glistening red pomegranates, and homemade crab cakes. 

You’re expecting him home around lunchtime, so you’ve made sure to get all of your morning chores finished, before hopping in the shower, and prepping your afternoon picnic. While you wait, you prop yourself up against the trunk of the willow and go over Elliott’s letters once more, grateful for the shade on this sunny Spring day. You inspect your reflection in a nearby pond. Elliott loves you in all forms, in all appearances, but he does so love to go on and on about your natural beauty. So you've opted to greet him unabashed, unadulterated by any lingerie or make-up. You’ve chosen to wear a simple cotton dress, one he bought for you on his travels. Though you’re not ashamed to say you’ve got nothing on underneath. 

Lost in thought as you browse Elliott’s letters once again, you almost miss the sound of your beloved’s voice calling out to you. You perk up, setting your book to the side and smoothing out some invisible wrinkles in your dress. Just as you’re lifting yourself from the solid ground, the swaying branches of the willow part and you’re greeted by a gently beaming Elliott. 

“My darling!” he cries, dumping his rucksack rather unceremoniously to the ground and dashing towards you. 

“Welcome home!” you return, equally as exuberant, rushing towards him. He scoops you up into his arms, breathlessly gushing about how much he’s missed you between peppering your face with kisses. 

“You’ve no idea how happy I am to be reunited with you,” he breathes, cupping your face in his warm hands and leaning his forehead against yours. 

“I’ve missed you,” you exhale, softly nuzzling his nose with yours.

“And I, you,” he chuckles, unable to tear his hands away from you. They slide over your hips, bunching up the fabric of your dress in his desperate grasp. He practically has to wrench himself from you when he notices the picnic blanket behind you. His emerald eyes light up with joy.

“What’s all this?” he exclaims, pulling himself from you to examine the basket full of goodies. 

“In one of your letters you mentioned a lovely dream about picnicking under the willow,” you begin, smiling as you plop yourself down beside him on the blanket, “I thought it would be fun to re-enact it. But I thought that- perhaps you’d like dessert first?” 

You say this last part slowly, flashing a coy gaze his way, letting one of the sleeves of your dress slip down your shoulder. Elliott immediately gets your drift, green eyes flicking up to meet yours, an impish smile dancing on his lips. 

“I have been sorely missing your sweet delights,” he coos, leaning closer, his breath fanning gently against your lips.

“You’re so cheesy, El,” you giggle, before closing the distance and swallowing up Elliott’s laughter. 

“You love it,” he manages, delighting in your twittering laughter as he slides one of his large hands up your dress and massages the tender flesh of your hip. Elliott presses feverish kiss after feverish kiss against your lips, making up for weeks of longing. Your fingers tangle in the soft strands of his copper hair. How you’ve missed the sensation of running your hands through his locks, letting each strand pool through your fingers like silk. Elliott hums quietly into you as he plucks you off the ground and sets you carefully onto his lap. 

“You’re a vision, my darling,” he huffs, pulling back just long enough to catch his breath as he slips your other sleeve down your shoulder. Your dress pools around your waist while Elliott trails sloppy kisses down your neck, your collarbone, and finally the center of your chest. 

“I can’t be the only one bare to the elements,” you complain, though without much conviction behind your words. 

“Worry not, my star,” Elliott returns after a rumbling laugh, “I won’t make you face the elements alone.”  

He tugs off his red coat while you make quick work of his bright green tie, casting it aside and letting it flutter to the grassy ground beside you. Hastily, Elliott slips off his trousers and undergarments while you do away with your dress entirely. As you turn back to him, you feel his erection graze your inner thigh. 

“So eager, my love,” you purr, smoothing your hands over his chest, down his abdomen, and trailing the line of reddish hair that leads from his navel down to his groin. 

“Can you blame me?” he returns, sucking in a sharp breath when you teasingly drag the tip of your finger along his hardened cock. You push him back gently, letting him lie down on the soft blanket beneath you. 

“Hmm, what should we do about this?” you hum, giving him a few slow pumps. Elliott’s eyelids flutter shut and he can hardly help the moan that escapes his lips, chuckling ruefully at his reflexive response. 

“I can think of a few things,” he returns, a sliver of green peeking out from underneath his lashes, “But first-”

He stays your hand, grasping the supple flesh of your thighs and pulling you closer towards his face.

“Will you permit me to indulge?” he beseeches, giving you the most pathetic, wanton look you’ve ever seen. You consider his request for a moment, though mostly for show. You’ve already decided you would love for him to “indulge,” as he puts it, but watching Elliott’s flushed face give you the most needy look in the world is your own form of indulgence. 

“You may,” you finally grant, letting Elliott position you over his mouth. 

“You’re too kind to me, my love,” he whispers, each puff of his breath against your heat sending delightful shivers through your body. 

Before you can respond, Elliott yanks your hips down and presses his mouth against you. The wordsmith’s skilled tongue is good for all sorts of things, and not just storytelling. Slowly, Elliott circles your clit with the tip of his tongue while one of his hands grabs a fistful of your ass. The other makes its way up to your breast, thumb circling the sensitive bud of your nipple. You try your best not to grind too hard into him, but you can feel your legs quivering with the strain. Elliott’s nose bumps along the hood of your clit as he picks up his pace. He drags his tongue along the length of your heat, lapping you up like he’s been starved for months. 

Your core tightens, burns hotter with every new sensation Elliott brings to the table. His tongue is darting in and out of your entrance, his hands squeezing and kneading. The next thing you know, you’re seeing stars and unraveling above your beloved writer. He grips your thighs tight, holding you in place as he finishes you off, his moans echoing through your own body. 

“El!” you manage to squeak out as you ride him to completion. Your whole body is on fire, every nerve-ending alight with pleasure. When you’ve spent yourself, you slowly raise up and scoot back to give Elliott room to breathe again. 

Elliott is sun dappled under the veil of willow leaves, his hair sparking copper in the afternoon light. His emerald eyes are filled with wonder, the corners crinkling as he smiles affectionately up at you. His lips glisten with your arousal and when you lean down to capture his lips with yours, he tastes of you. Elliott’s tongue traces the edges of your teeth and you find yourself getting worked up once again. When you manage to pull back, you feather kisses along Elliot’s freckled cheeks before impishly gazing back at his still hardened dick. 

“I’d say it’s your turn, now, wouldn’t you?” you slyly suggest. For once, Elliott is lost for words, having to resort to vehemently nodding at your proposal. He tries to lift himself up, but you halt him with a deep, lingering kiss.

“Let me indulge, please?” you request, giving him a tender grin.

“Your wish is my command,” he speaks, voice crackly with a happy exhaustion, a joyous fatigue. You're delighted to do most of the work, especially given that he’s taken care of you so thoroughly and so well. You hover your entrance over his cock, steadying yourself by resting your hands on his abdomen before slowly lowering yourself onto him. The salacious groan Elliott lets out as you sheathe him inside you is enough to make you come again.

And then when you start to move- Oh, the sounds Elliott makes are just music to your ears. Every husky grunt, tiny mewl, or whimper sends electric tingles through your veins. Elliott’s hands are on your hips, helping you grind down into him as he pumps upwards. His green eyes are fixated on you, on every bounce of your breasts, every rolling motion of your hips.

“My darling! My Star!” he cries, his thumb pressing firmly to your clit before rotating it in quick motions. The double pleasure brings an unmitigated heat to your cheeks and the overstimulation after having just come down from your last orgasm is positively delicious. Elliott squeezes his eyes shut, his cheeks bright red. You can feel his cock twitching inside you. You’re not far behind him, your walls beginning to shudder. With a cry of your name, Elliott comes undone, threads of hot cum pouring into you. The coil in you breaks once again and all you can do is stifle your impassioned moans, head too foggy with pleasure for words. 

The two of you remain unioned, unmoving for a bit, allowing yourselves to catch your breath and float back down from your glorious high. When you’re ready, Elliott helps you lift yourself off him before laying you down beside him and pulling you close. He wraps his arms around you, firmly pressing his lips to yours. You linger for a while like this, lazily pressing kiss after kiss to one another, enjoying the gentle breeze that’s picked up over the course of the afternoon. Birds chirp cheerfully in the nearby trees and the distant sound of the train echoes through the valley.

“Thank you for this most wonderful surprise,” Elliott finally speaks, his sparkling eyes searching yours, “It was a wonderful coming home present.”

“I had a lot of detailed and vivid inspiration,” you giggle.

“Well,” Elliott beams, “I have an excellent muse.”

“You know,” you go on slowly, tracing the freckles on his shoulder with the tip of your finger before shooting him a mischievous look, “You wrote down a lot of inspiring scenarios, not all of them about picnics.”

He smiles knowingly, “I think we’ve got plenty of material to work with before my next tour date.” 

A/N: Make fun of me all you want, but I am a huge fan of cringey, cheesy, ridiculous foreplay banter. I just think it's good fun (and I think Elliott would be a pro at it). This was a super fun fic to write! I have been playing Stardew since it first came out and have loved Elliott throughout it all. He's such a sweetheart and so dramatic. I have been wanting to write a fic for him for a while! Thank you so much for reading! Likes and reblogs are greatly appreciated! Lots of love 💜

[uroboros-if]

Update Post - 29th of July, 2023

... I just keep forgetting to make update posts, though I think about the IF daily!

Long story short — I've made peace with my previous life circumstances, and have been making progress on the IF again!! I will have an incredibly busy week ahead, but afterwards, I will dedicate myself to writing. Otherwise, since I don't have much to say, I'll take this time to muse on my future plans for the IF.

Uroboros is my passion project, a labor of love. While the story will reach a conclusion and have proper endings, I don't intend to be finished with Uroboros just yet.

Even when the story is "finished," I want to continue giving updates to it and adding more content along the way. More scenes, more routes, more features, and so on. Anything that I didn't have time to add to the game, I'd like to add after it is all done. Also, I will of course continue to refine and edit the writing, as far as pacing, grammar, and prose. Think of this as free updates (unrelated, but I love when developers continue to push free and expansive updates for released games, like Stardew Valley)!

While Uroboros will be a standalone story rather than part of a series, I want it to be complete and fulfilling! So, I will continue to add to it until it's become full and rich with everything I want it to be.

A good thing about self-publishing online and not relying on writing as my source of income is that I can take my time perfecting it, instead of rushing to make a finished product. Uroboros will be my eternal "work-in-progress"—even when the story is done.

I hope that works for you guys. Thank you so much for being along for the ride 💕

[honey-crypt]

KEEPER OF THE GLISTENING SEA - a merman!elliott x plus-sized!reader story

SYPONSIS

with a newly built lighthouse on the beach of stardew valley and some convincing from the farmer, mayor lewis hires (y/n), the other grandchild of his belated and beloved friend charlie, as its keeper and occasional assistant to willy’s fishing shop. desperate to escape from a weary past in zuzu city, (y/n) takes up the job without hesitation and soon settles into stardew valley, learning the ways of lighthouse keeping and fishmongering from willy. yet, when a terrible storm reeks havoc on the valley, (y/n) finds themself in deeper waters when they rescue a redheaded merman with a knack for prose.

CHAPTERS

00. a new beginning

01. light in the night

02. the storm rages on

03. maybe we'll meet again

NEXT RELEASE DATE

03. maybe we'll meet again will be released on 8/17 at 9am

[neet0]

The Subtext of You

Fandom: Stardew Valley Pairing: Elliott x Female Player/Reader Rating: E

Summary:

You've asked Elliott to teach you his writerly ways, but he's got far more to teach you than mere prose.

A love story loosely based on Elliott's heart events.

Idk where my last post went and I don’t think it ever showed up in tags so here we go again 🥴

[underdark-dreams]

Facts About Fellow Writers Tag Game

Thank you @darkurgetrash and @lostinforestbound for the tags! Tagging @rolansrighthorn (zero pressure, only if you feel like participating 🖤)

Last book I read: 

I'm reading through the Fourth Wing series by Rebecca Yarros right now (thanks for the rec Cal!) Last book I finished was a re-read of Jennette McCurdy's I'm Glad My Mom Died. Obsessed with her raw honesty

Greatest literary inspiration: 

Jane Austen for her characterization and use of the Loud Silence, and Dickens for his world building and details! (sidenote A Tale of Two Cities: The Musical was one of the 2008 recession's most tragic victims, go look it up if you're a Les Mis fan)

Things in my current fandom I want to read but I don't want to write:

I very much want to but am so bad at writing M/M pairings 🫣 At the same time, M!Paladin Tav x any of the Tiefling men is literally catnip to me. I love it sm 😩

Things in my current fandoms I want to write but I think nobody would be interested in them but me:

Ikaron 💗 Anything Ikaron, including a rewrite of the Tieflings in Act 2 with him as a protag. I'll probably write it anyway! We Ikaron lovers are few but feral. There are dozens of us!

You can recognize my writing by:

Pared-down prose, comma splices, gerunds, too many adverbs, use & abuse of pining tropes. Generally all the things I was taught not to do in my creative writing program but said fuck it

My most controversial take (current fandom):

Zevlor as a paladin companion ("good" route alternative to Minthara) makes more sense than Halsin or Minsc as a companion. Halsin at least should've been party-recruitable going into Act 2 and the Shadow-Cursed Lands. Right? He would have so much idle dialogue while exploring that map. And though I truly adore Minsc and do use him in my party (re-specced to Gloomstalker to give Astarion a break now and then), he's just recruited so late in Act 3. Recruiting Zevlor in the Mindflayer Colony and bringing him into Act 3 (plus the Ketheric fight) would've just been so interesting for the Tief community as a whole. They are such a big part of Acts 1 & 2, it just feels like they need more closure in the final act.

Current writing mood (10 – super motivated and churning out words like crazy, 0 – in a complete rut):

I'd say a 7! I am noodling on little blurbs every night, including for my Rolan WIPs, and for any other NPCs that strike my fancy. I don't have as much free time as I did in January (fuck work) or I'd be writing a lot more. And Rimworld Anomaly DLC + Stardew 1.6 are seriously testing my free time lmao! But the thirst to write can never be snuffed out~

Top 3 favorite tropes?

MUTUAL PINING 😩

Forced Proximity ( awakened by @catsharky who handed me the plot for Pent Up)

Hurt/Comfort

Share a random frustration:

It takes me a lot of time and effort to get into a writing flow. The littlest distraction can completely derail a good session (ADHD gang wya)

Also, I can never turn off my editor mode, am constantly editing as I draft, and am slow as fuck at writing as a result 😭

[usagichay]

—About me!🌷

@Cymomochi on twitter

About me: Hi I’m Chay! An 18 year old college student in fine arts who enjoys painting, writing, reading, and snapping photos—

Likes: 🩷

♡Art (Traditional and digital)

♡Poems & Poetry

♡Reading (annotating books)

♡Gaming (Stardew valley, minecraft, COD, Bf1…)

♡Photography

♡Musicals (Hamilton, legally blonde, Mean girls, heathers, ride the cyclone, Beetlejuice, little shop of horrors, chicago, …)

♡Colors (Specially pink & green 🍵🌸)

♡Comedy

♡Pink tulips

♡Iced matcha latte

♡Anime & Manga (CCS, Sailor Moon, Asobi Asobase, Mob paycho, opm, …)

♡Hawks from bnha

♡Call of duty

♡Interacting with people online (comments, likes, etc.)

♡Making friends online

♡Staying up late

♡Studying

Dislikes: 👎

-Rudeness

-Unkind/Mean people

-Toxicity

-Art block

-Writer’s block

-Cramming

Current reads: 📚

♡Crime and punishment

♡A picture of Dorian Gray

♡Little Women

♡Pride and Prejudice

Art mediums: 🎨

♡Gouache

♡Acrylic

♡Oil sticks

♡Graphite pencils

Currently writing: 🖋️

♡Prose poems

♡Poems

♡Short stories

♡Essays

Come and watch me fall in-love with my everyday mundane life through studying, art, photography, and writing— 🍃

[not-poignant]

!!!

palmarosa and 5, 6, 11 & 12 for the fic ask thingy pls! (If that’s too many questions for one ask then just. Any of those. Ty!)

Re: Palmarosa - okay let's gooooo

5: What part was hardest to write?

So far, the sex scenes (although see below for some of my issues re: behind the scenes researching). They honestly are often the hardest parts to write. But also, Astarion is rather more sex averse than I initially imagined him being, but as I've been writing the more 'concrete' fic, I'm finding he is very sex averse and has a lot of reasons to be, and as a result it's slowed Raphael down. It's not bad, but I already struggle with sex scenes in general just because I want to craft something decent.

6: What makes this fic special or different from all your other fics?

Mmm. Astarion's a vampire and I actually (can't believe I'm admitting this) don't really love writing vampires! Writing creatures who drink blood to live I think is a tentative first for me, lol. Otherwise there's more similarities than differences. Like, the fandom and characters/pairing are different, but a lot of the themes are the same.

I'd say this is the first world I've written in re: fandom that has this much lore to go through, and almost all of it contradictory in some fashion. So I'm having to do more research kind of like through three separate fandoms to find what I want, or to realise I have to invent something new. That side of things is challenging.

11: What do you like best about this fic?

The crunchy dynamic between a not particularly pure-of-heart vampire spawn and a definitely not pure-of-heart devil. I really enjoy their banter. They're both very theatrical and performative. They both like a good show. They both think elements of violence are fun. They're both not particularly concerned with being good people every second of every day.

I get to have Astarion say some really fun lines, and that gets to be relatively in character. I get to have Raphael say some truly unhinged purple prose bullshit, and that's also pretty in character for him! I think I also really enjoy matching the voices as much as possible. I sometimes feel like I can 'hear' them saying their lines, and that feels really good.

12: What do you like least about this fic?

Probably the lack of easy ways to research the dialogue and world etc. I was very spoiled by like... the Dragon Age: Inquisition wiki, and even the Stardew Valley wiki. They have most of the dialogue and written parts there. The BG3 Wiki is kind of terrible for almost everything I need to know and I'm surprised when it can actually help me. It's also not immediately easy to add to, which I've thought of doing in the past (I have a Wiki account, and I have edited/added to them before - but Fextralife is different). And then also, a lot of it is contradictory.

The game writes pretty significant character growth in many different directions which means you can canonically write Astarion as two completely different characters in terms of morality and it still be...canon compliant. And then on top of that, there's just typos and issues - Korilla is 'Korrilla' in almost all the correspondence and texts, and 'Korilla' in the dialogue. So which is it? Do I just get to choose for fun? (I do).

As a result I've read hundreds of raw datamined dialogue files, and that's just laborious, because 90% of that is irrelevant to what I'm doing. In general, there's not a ton to hook into for Raphael, and some of his best lines are actually written down or transcribed.

I don't think anyone will ever truly know how much behind the scenes research I've done for what is ultimately a very Id/ridiculous fic, but I've done a metric fuckton of it. And when people then go 'oh but actually Gale is an X and you got that wrong' I want to claw my own eyes out, because I've spent at least 50 solid hours researching and compiling a fairly information dense Obsidian Vault for worldbuilding, and when I get basic things wrong it makes me want to cry and then immediately quit, lmao.

(In case anyone wants to see what that looks like so far:

--

From this fanfic meme!

[perunapappa]

Are there any solo roleplaying games you'd recommend? I know you mentioned you haven't been playing much, but as a GM I don't hear enough folks talking about solo games!

I have actually been playing a lot more since I started making the 3d model! I managed to get my analogue kit to a real good place, I'll share some links and photos at the end of this post.

First, some game and resource recommendations before I get carried away with anything else!

Winsome (stripped down hack of Ironsworn, simple and easy to get started with)

Ironsworn (A solo game of viking fantasy, very active and helpful community)

Iron Valley (A cozy hack for Ironsworn and Starforged for your Stardew Valley/Animal Crossing inspired games)

Mythic GME v2 (System agnostic game master emulator)

Homebrew World (Dungeon world hack for one-shots, fits surprisingly well for solo play)

The Perilous Wilds (World-building tools and tables)

Worlds Without Number (World-building tools and tables)

The Valley Standard (Style guide for notes)

I originally struggled with solo since I tended to go really hard on prose, every scene took forever and the lack of progress discouraged me to pick up my games again. I had tried playing Dungeon World with Mythic GME and Ironsworn and besides getting stuck with the prose, the rules were little overwhelming to manage as well.

In an attempt to force me to be more brief with my notes and get over the rule paralysis, I took a small A6 notebook and printed a sheet of Winsome with the intention to play during travel. The limited space and simple rules really helped to get the ball going for me. I eventually took that same character to Ironsworn when I started to wish for more structure and mechanics and I actually managed to finish a full campaign a while ago.

I'm currently playing Homebrew World with Mythic GME v2 and some tables and additional rules from The Perilous Wilds.

I'm really happy with my current kit. I spent way too much money on this STM notebook pouch, but I would be lying if I said it hasn't been extremely useful and versatile for other future use 😂

I also saw this pop-up dice tray being recommended on Discord, but this is where I got cheap and just eyeballed the patterns based on the photos 😅 It's very neat design and can fit to a small place, I really recommend it.

Thank you for the question! I got bit carried away, but I do like talking about solo games even if it is very "for me from me" kind of hobby 😄