What makes the farmer of Stardew Valley so... different?
What made the Junimos believe this twenty-something loser could be their saviour?
Why does everyone accept their behaviour, and choose to believe they're a friend when their behaviour is almost stalkerish?
Why did Mr Qi believe they were interesting enough to meet?
When anyone else visits the old community centre, they find an abondened building with rotted wood beams and plants growing through the floor, but when the Farmer explores, the spirits of a different world greet them at the door.
Everyone knows of these legendary fish, rumoured, but never seen. The Farmer can find them all with unnatural ease. Willy has worked in the fishing industry for his whole life and he only knew of their existence, and has not once been able to find one.
The explosive force of several kilos of dynamite should be enough to shred a person to pieces, but, it just knocks them around a little.
Aliens crash landed on his property. The witch cursed his farm, the skeletons cursed his luck. The fairies gave him blessings in return.
Why is it that when anyone else looks down, they see dirt, but when the Farmer looks, they find an ancient fossil of unknown origin? Why does regular food and drink change them at the atomic level?
Is it a blessing or a curse to be at the centre of the vortex, forever forced to play out century-old vendettas and be the change in a thousand lives? Wherever the farmer goes, the world moves with them, twisting itself around to curse and appease them as much as possible. Is the Farmer drawn to the supernatural, or is it the supernatural that finds the farmer so alluring?
"Stardew is so relaxing" can not be me. I'm sweating. I've maximized the perfect time to upgrade my tools while going to catch seasonal fish. I got a pig to give me truffle with a 1 day margin of error (I had to upgrade the barn twice and buy a pig in 12 days). I've currently got 4 rabbits trapped and will execute them individually if they do not give me a foot by the end of winter. I'm stalking the beaches like batman awaiting a nautilus. I will complete this community center by the end of the year so help me stardew gods. I've talked to the towns folks maybe three times since moving in. Penny and Elliot are my only friends because I had their favorite gifts in my inventory and realized it was their birthday while checking the board. I accept no time lost. Winter is here. I shall not rest.
he spends most of his days practically waiting for them, searching for you in the process, suddenly stopping his breathing when he finally sees your face and your soft lips greet him.
no matter where no matter when, the duke loves helping himself out with your precious lips, mostly when you aren't expecting it.
a needy, deprived whimper escapes his throat when he attempts to kiss you in midst your walk— believing that he was catching you perfectly off guard so your lips would slightly part for him, which leaves the ideal opportunity to claim you.
little does he realize that in that moment, you catch onto him, for once, skillfully flipping your head to the left so he'd messily hit your cheek instead, the soft tickle of his breath buzzing through your skin.
with implacable sweetness written across his face, the man begins to pout at you.
wriothesley holds onto you tight, one strong arm wrapped around your waist as he attempts to still your movements just long enough for him to dominate you with his weight, or his warmness raining over you, hugging you, the cleverness of his intentions taking you apart.
"i finally got you," you explaim happily, squeezing his cheek before letting go off it with a soft tug.
"what did i do to deserve that, hm?" his pretty eyes flow open wide when he answers you, gleaming in straight disbelief, "i might just have to try again,"
you arch an eyebrow, but the playful curl on your lips accepts the challenge in under a second, "you'll only get a kiss if you happen to catch me by surprise, dea—?!"
well, what else could there be said now, right?
besides the fact that wriothesley thinks your lips just taste like fresh strawberries, a warm pastry or the sweetest honey in the world— but you're so soft, you know? and so were his lips almost silken while pillowing against your own.
SAM!!! SAM NO!!!! SAM DON'T GO INTO THE RUINS OF THE INSTITUTE!!!! SAM!!! DO YOU NOT REMEMBER WHAT HAPPENED TO RED CANARY??!! SAM DO YOU NOT REMEMBER???!!