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[norinenglish]

Stardew Rancher AU - Intro cutscene

Here's my first piece for the Stardew AU challenge.

If you want to take part too, use the #traffic stardew au tag (You can also use the banner I made). On my blog, I will be using #stardew ranchers au as well.

The writing is under the cut.

>> Next Part

I hate this life.

Jimmy doesn’t remember a day in the last year he has not thought this. He’s staring at a computer screen, as he has been for the last seven hours, when it hits him. He hates this life. In fact, it could barely be qualified as a life. 

He misses nature. Running around in the grass, playing, talking to people… He turns his head around to look at the window, but there isn’t even any on the office walls. He looks around him and only sees rows and rows of cubicles with other lifeless people slaving all day. The clicking of keyboards and mouths, the buzzing of the neon lights, it’s all too much.

I can’t stand it anymore, he thinks to himself. I need a way out.

Suddenly, he remembers a conversation he had with his grandpa, when he was young, about the burden of modern life. He hadn’t really realised what it had meant before today. Jimmy, like his parents, had dismissed it as the stubbornness of an old man who was made to live in the countryside. But it must have stayed on the back of his mind, because he kept the letter. 

In fact… 

He opens the drawer of his desk and there it is. A fancy old letter with a fancy purple seal. 

(He’s definitely not going to think about the fact that he kept it in his drawer at work and the possible implication of that. Nope.)

With shaky hands, he breaks the seal and opens it. The swoosh of the paper unfolding is the loudest sound he’s ever heard in his life. 

The letter says: 

Dear Jimmy, 

If you’re reading this, you must be in dire need of a change.

The same thing happened to me, long ago. I’d lost sight of what mattered most in life… real connections with other people and nature. So I dropped everything and moved to the place I truly belong. 

I’ve enclosed the deed to that place… my pride and joy: The Ranch. It’s located in Stardew Valley, on the southern coast. It’s the perfect place to start your new life. 

This was my most precious gift of all, and now it’s yours. I know you’ll honour the family name, my boy. Good luck. 

Love, Grandpa. 

PS: If the Sherrif is still alive say hi to the old guy for me, will ya? 

He puts the letter down and looks up at the ceiling for a second. 

In all the emptiness he feels, it’s like he’s just grown wing. 

🌿 loading🌿

The bus startles to a stop and Jimmy wakes up. 

“Pelican Town!” The driver screams. 

Jimmy looks around. There’s no else on anymore. He quickly grabs his travel bag and gets out. He says his thanks to the bus driver who just hums unhappily. Guess he really didn’t want to go that far out for just one person. 

On the side of the road is just a small clearing, with broken fences and dirt path. Someone is waiting for him, though. A man with cyan blue hair and an easygoing smile. 

“Hello, you must be Jimmy,” he sayswith a cheerful voice. “I’m Scott, the local florist. Mayor Grian sent me here to fetch you and show you the way to your new home. He’s there right now, tidying things up for your arrival.”

It takes a second for Jimmy to find his words. The reality of what he’s done hitting him finally. He quit his job. He moved out of his appartment. He sold his things and bought a ticket for this small town in the middle of nowhere to become a farmer. 

“Nice to meet you, Scott,” he says after swallowing. “I…”

Gosh, he cannot screw this up. This isn’t like in the city. The people he meets are going to be the community he’s going to live with. He wants to make a good impression. 

Scott smiles, tilting his head to the side. He looks Jimmy up and down with mischief in his eyes in a way that makes Jimmy blush a little. He must be tired. 

“The farm’s right over here, if you’ll follow me.”

Jimmy nods and follows him on the dirt path until they reach an area with a… house. Supposedly. 

“This is the Ranch,” Scott announces, waving his arm around to show the land that stretches before them.. 

The Ranch is an old building made out of wood. It looks like it’s been built in the last century. The farmland around, which was included in Scott’s gesture, is littered with some kind of forest. There are different types of trees, dead wood on the ground, bushes, and even some rocks! Is this really the farm his grandfather loved ? 

“What’s the matter?” Scott asks in a light voice. He’s got his arms crossed in front of him and an air of challenge about him. “Sure, it’s a bit overgrown, but there’s some good soil underneath that mess! With a little dedication, you’ll have it cleaned up in no time.”

He turns back towards the house itself. Jimmy notes that there’s plenty of firewood on the side of the house. Someone must have stacked it for him. That thought settles in his chest, fluttering like a bird. He won’t sleep in the cold tonight, and that’s thanks to strangers. 

“... And here we are, your new home,” Scott says. 

Just like his words summoned him, a man opens the door and gets down the few steps of his porch to stop in front of them. He pulls the sleeves of his red sweater back to his writs and offers his hand to Jimmy. 

“Ah, the new farmer! Welcome, I’m Grian, the Mayor of Pelican Town.”

Jimmy shakes his hand and introduces himself. Grian nods, seemingly satisfied. 

“You know, everyone’s been asking about you. It’s not every day that someone new moves in. It’s quite a big deal.” He turns to look back at the house. “So… you’re moving into your grandfather’s old cottage. It’s a good house… very ‘rustic’.”

“Rustic?” Scott chimes in. “That’s one way to put it… ‘Crusty’ might be a little more apt, though.”

“Rude,” Grian says under his breath, his eyebrows frowning. “Don’t listen to him, Jimmy. He’s just trying to make you dissatisfied so that you buy one of Gem’s house upgrades.”

“Gem?” Jimmy asks.

“She’s the local carpenter. She lives north of the valley, near the mountain.”

Gem, the local carpenter. Jimmy tries to mentally catalogue. She makes house upgrades.  He turns his eyes towards Scott. He doesn’t remember if he said what he was doing. 

“Anyway… You must be tired from the long journey,” Grian says, looking back at the house. “You should get some rest. Tomorrow you ought to explore the town a bit and introduce yourself. The townspeople would appreciate that.”

He turns to leave and sees the box placed next to the mailbox. 

 “Oh, I almost forgot. If you have anything to sell, just place it in the box here. I’ll come by during the night to collect it. Well… Good luck!”

They are gone before Jimmy can really say anything else. But it might be for the better, because he’s exhausted. 

“I’m here,” he says to no one. Maybe to himself. Or maybe to his grandfather. 

Going into the house is a blurr. He barely have time to register the small table with one chair, the fireplace that was lit up for him and the bed. He just melts into the mattress and passes out.

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[seafoamwaffle]

Next Stop: Pelican Town // Stardew Valley AU

Ever since @norinenglish posted about their stardew ranchers fic concept I haven't been able to get the idea out of my head, so I've decided to make it everybody's problem.

I'm not going to be following the farmer's story beat for beat, instead, I'm just taking it as a loose inspiration and seeing where it takes me. Is there going to be more? Who knows, certainly not me!

First draft of Jimmy coming to the valley can be found under the cut :D

The bus travelled down the lonely highway, the slight unevenness of the road sending Jimmy’s head bumping against the window. There were endless mountain ranges just on the other side of the glass and peaking between the small crevices he could even see the ocean. Verdant grass covered every inch of the place—such a far cry from the dull greys of Zuzu City. 

Which, he supposed was the point. Looking back at it, it was only a matter of time before the city chipped away at the last bits of himself until all that remained was just a shallow husk of a being. It was too loud, too full, too much. 

Though who was he kidding? He could blame all his recent troubles on the city all he wanted, it wouldn’t get him anywhere. There was no guarantee things would get better in Pelican Town either. 

Positive thoughts, Jimmy, warned Pearl’s voice somewhere in the back of his head. Positive thoughts. 

Right. Things at least—probably?—couldn’t get any worse than they had been. And now he at least wouldn’t have to burden his cousins with coming all the way out to Zuzu City to keep an eye on him. 

It had been their idea to have him move back to Stardew Valley in the first place. Grian had suggested he stay with him up in the spare bedroom of his cabin, though Jimmy had resisted the idea with all his might. He’d caused them enough trouble as it was. The last thing they needed was to have him leeching off their kindness at all hours of the day and invading their personal space. 

After that conversation though, the incessant need to move out of that city to get away increased tenfold, until his small apartment full of stuff that wasn’t even his own began closing in on him, until there was no longer enough space for him to even breathe. 

“What about Gramps’ old farm?” Grian had asked as they were lounging on the couch one evening. “You wouldn’t have us breathing down your neck all the time there and we’d be a few minutes walk out if you ever needed company.” 

“Have you been to that place at all in the past few years? It’s so overgrown you can barely get to the house!” Protested Pearl. Her legs were draped across the both of them while she nursed a bowl of popcorn in her arms. 

“Okay, so it needs a little bit of cleaning up—”

“Understatement of the year.” 

“—but it would solve our conundrum here, right Timmy?” 

Two sets of eyes turned to stare at him as Jimmy shifted uncomfortably in his seat and pretended he’d still been paying attention to the long-forgotten movie playing in the background. 

“I… I think I’d need to sleep on it.” 

Up until that point he hadn’t thought about the old ranch much. Though he had spent most of his early childhood there, he and his mum moved to Zuzu City after Grandpa passed away. He can’t even remember if they ever came back to visit, although that’s not exactly something he could ever blame her for. What was there to return for besides memories now painted over by grief?

He had loved that place to bits as a kid. How could he not? It was a pocket of the world that always felt as if it had been carved out just for him, endless fields and meadows he could run around until he could no longer catch his breath, chasing around friends whose faces he could barely recall anymore. And the animals—the chickens, the cows, the goats, creatures that at times understood him better than any person could. He wanted to become a vet because of them, though that dream was now long forgotten, locked away with every other ambition. 

It had been the happiest he’d ever been. 

That realisation had hooked its claws underneath his ribs and refused to disappear, reminding him of its existence with each breath he took. 

He could have that again if he gave it a try. 

At first, he attempted to squash that idea down as best he could, to lock it away in a small box tucked at the very back of his mind. It tasted too much like the sickly sweetness of false hope and he wouldn’t—couldn’t let himself be overtaken by it again before he inevitably came crashing down into reality. 

But it was too persistent, growing louder and louder the further down he attempted to push it. So, when he had gone through the few things he still owned from back then and found the deed to the old ranch tucked between photo albums and Grandpa’s old books, it felt as though fate had made the decision for him. 

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It was all too soon that the bus hissed to a halt at a small clearing with barely any indication that there was a bus stop to begin with, besides a ticket machine tucked to the side that anyone could miss easily if they didn’t know it was there. With dread and anticipation both mixing in the pit of his stomach, he stepped out into the open. 

“Timmy!” 

Before he processed what was going on, there was an arm that hooked around his neck, pulling him down enough for Grian to reach and ruffle his blond hair. It took him a moment to pull out of the grasp. 

“What happened to a good old-fashioned hello?” 

“Welcome to Stardew Valley!” A theatrical voice boomed from the side, immediately catching Jimmy’s attention. 

On the dirt path leading to the bus stop stood a man dressed in elegant reddish clothing. He leaned heavily on an ornate cane while his other hand held a matching tophat. A wide smile overtook his features. Behind him he caught a glimpse of Pearl, sitting on a wooden fence.

The stranger made his way over to them. “I’m Scar, mayor of Pelican Town.” He offered a small bow, before placing the tophat back on his head and offering Jimmy the now free hand. 

“I’m—I’m Jimmy Solidarity.” He stumbled over his words as he shook the hand of this clearly important man. His brain wasn’t going to let him forget that for weeks to come. 

If he noticed anything amiss, Scar didn’t comment on it. “I’ve heard a lot about you! It’s not every day someone new moves it. It’s quite a big deal! The entirety of Pelican Town is anxious to meet you.” 

The words sent Jimmy’s stomach tying up in knots and though he attempted to cover that up as best he could, the pitying look Pearl sent his way told him he hadn’t done a good job at it. 

“How ‘bout we take him to the cabin first, yeah? I’m sure others are gonna be able to wait until he gets settled in.” 

Scar’s smile never wavered. “Why of course, of course. Just follow me!” 

An uncanny feeling crept up his spine as they walked down the dirt path he must’ve walked through thousands of times as a child. It seemed much smaller now, the wooden fences surrounding it were much worse for wear. Something so familiar growing into something foreign. 

They stopped once they reached another big clearing and oh—he’d thought Pearl had been exaggerating about how overgrown the property had become. But weeds and debris stretched as far as he could see and where there used to be fields full of crops now grew sturdy trees. 

And the house… Well, it looked as though no one had set foot in or around it in more than a decade, which he supposed must have been the case. 

“Told you it was bad,” Pearl half-snickered, though there was no real malice in her tone. 

“You’re exaggerating! With enough time this can all be fixed up easily.” 

“Says the carpenter. The house looks like it’s being held together with duct tape and Gramps’ old stubbornness! Are you sure this is even safe to stay in?” 

Grian waved a hand in dismissal. “I went to check it over a few days back. It’s not a luxury hotel or anything, it’s covered in about an inch layer of dust and I’m pretty sure most of the wiring and plumbing needs to be redone, but it’s not going to collapse at a moment's notice.”

“Reassuring,” Jimmy chimed in, though his gaze wouldn’t leave the old house. It stood tall, with warm-toned wooden walls and a big front porch leading to the reddish front door. The attic window had been broken, with plastic stapled on from the inside to prevent rain from soaking the inside. 

This was what had become of his childhood home. A broken, empty mess. 

“I mean, it’s got character, it’s rustic!” Scar jumped in.

“Crusty’s a better way to put it—” 

“Listen,” Grian jumped in, cutting off whatever Pearl was about to say. “I’ll help you get it back into proper shape as long as you’ll get all the materials, deal?” 

Jimmy mumbled something vaguely affirmative as he continued staring at the overgrown ranch in front of him. 

It was going to be one hell of a fresh start

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[crescxntmoons]

OKAY SO I MAY OR MAY NOT HAVE WRITTEN AN INTO CUTSCENE FOR @norinenglish’s RANCHER SDV AU

I haven’t been able to get it out of my head so it all kind of just fell out. Scene is under the cut :)

The buzzing of the fluorescent overhead lights is loud in the silence of the warehouse. It’s freezing, but Jimmy’s been working for so long in this miserable place that he barely feels the cold anymore.

Jimmy glances to the side, his focus lingering on the Joja observer for just a second too long. The green light on his desk buzzes - his first warning to get back to work before a supervisor comes out to set him straight. He shakes his head and focuses on the screen again.

All around him is the sound of the lifeless husks he’s supposed to call co workers doing their own work. They’re basically Joja robots at this point; unresponsive, bland, fun-resistant bags of flesh. Its crude, but it’s reality. It’s what Joja does - the place sucks the life out of you until you’re nothing but a cog in the corporate machine.

When Jimmy first moved to the city he remembered being full of spirit. He was ready to take on the world, to make his own way in life. Then the money started running out and he had to resort to working for Joja. He’d forced himself to endure the soul sucking 9-to-5 with the intention of only working there for a few months until he found something more permanent.

That was three years ago.

Joja has a way of sucking you in. When you want to leave they offer some new bonus or minor pay rise, often barely better than what you were making before. If that doesn’t work then it’s time for the guilt trip. You feel obligated to stay because Joja helped you survive in the city up to this point. Whatever you do, you can’t leave.

Jimmy is twenty-three now and his life has gone nowhere. He had prospects as a twenty-year-old moving out on his own, he had it all going for him! Uni, a loving family, friends by his side. That was until he joined Joja, until the hours got longer and the gap between him and those he loves grew wider and wider until it’s now too far to fix.

He’s totally and utterly alone. He was given a harsh reality check moving into the city. When he couldn’t afford his rent and was almost kicked out before he marched into that small Joja branch with his resume in hand, needing work for a couple of months until there was something better. Now he’s still there, and he hates it.

The realisation comes crashing over Jimmy like a wave. He hates his life. There’s no ignoring the fact - he just hates it. Now that he thinks about it there hasn’t been a day that’s gone by where he hasn’t lamented his situation, hasn’t missed the true things in life.

Jimmy misses it all. He misses running through long grasses in the park as a kid, chasing his friends to the swingset. He misses his mum taking his hand and leading him out to the garden, spending Autumn afternoons picking blackberries. He misses reading a book in the light of an oil lamp during a thunderstorm - listening to the rain pound against the window.

A memory springs forth in his head - of a firelit cabin and his grandfather’s warm hands clasping his for the final time - and it clicks. Jimmy slowly reaches for the drawer beside him and pulls out the yellowed parchment letter with a purple wax stamp. He opens it with shaking hands.

Dear Jimmy,

If you’re reading this, you must be in dire need of a change.

The same thing happened to me, long ago. I’d lost sight of what mattered most in life… real connections with other people and nature. So I dropped everything and moved to the place I truly belong.

That emptiness you feel, the misery, that’s not what life is supposed to be like.

I’ve enclosed the deed to the place i mentioned, my pride and joy: The Ranch. It’s located in Stardew Valley, on the southern coast. It’s the perfect place to start your new life.

This was my most precious gift of all, and now it’s yours. I know you’ll honour the family, my boy.

Love, Grandpa.

PS. If young Grian is still living in town, do say hello for me. I believe he’s around your age.

Jimmy folds the letter and tucks it close to his chest, tears spilling down his cheeks. He remembers his Grandfather clearly now that the Joja fog has dissipated. It strikes him how the images of his life before Zuzu City have faded into a blur, and how empty he feels inside, living here.

He needs a change. He needs to start over.

***

It takes less than a day to get his affairs in order.

After reading the letter, Jimmy stomped into his manager’s office and quit. His house is full of rented furniture, and what he does own he can fit into a big duffle bag. He paid the last of his rent then ended his month-to-month lease with his landlord.

Now he sits at the bus stop, bundled in his Grandpa’s old cardigan, waiting for his ride into the valley. He has the barest memories of the place from when he was a child - a small, homely cabin with an expanse of painstakingly grown crops out the front, the old oak tree he used to spend his afternoons in while his Grandpa worked on the farm.

The letter is a weight in his pocket, and the words that his Grandpa wrote loop through his head like a broken record. It’s his driving force, a reminder of why he’s leaving.

This isn’t what life is supposed to be like.

Jimmy gets on the bus when it pulls into the stop, and for once, he doesn’t look back.

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[ceratedfish24]

Honestly someone needs to write a Flower Ranchers or a Ranchers fic that’s a Stardew Valley AU. It’s so them coded. Jimmy could work with the animals, Tango could work with the machinery, and Scott could farm and tend to fish ponds. They could take turns going out for resources.

The rest of the valley neighbors could be replaced too, granted their dynamics will probably be changed. Scar is Pierre.

I really like the idea of Jimmy getting tired of the big city life and moving to Stardew Valley, starting a farm, and then realizing he knows nothing about farming. He goes to the museum/library and finds Scott (in my head, Scott is replacing Leah. I know she doesn’t go to the museum but surely, if she were not code, she would go once in a while.) and they hit it off and realize that they’re neighbors. Then, Jimmy heads up to talk to whoever is replacing Robin (I’m thinking Impulse cause he’s mentioned that if he weren’t a streamer he would love to do carpentry) and that’s where he meets Tango, one of Impulse’s roommates, who is replacing Demetrius.

They all show up to the mermaid pendant merchant on different rainy days, probably in the summer since there’s a higher chance of storms during the summer, and he sells them all pendants cause he doesn’t realize that they’re intending to propose to each other.

You can even have all of their pets thanks to the new update!

Scott could also be the traveling merchant because honestly I keep calling the traveling merchant “Scott Smajor” they look so alike.

#stardew valley au #scott smajor #smajor #traffic life #jimmy solidarity #hermitcraft #tangotek #trafficblr #team ranchers #flower ranchers #i don’t really want to tag this with flower husbands #because the point is the ranch #all i can think about is snowbugs making jam together though #stardew valley 1.6 spoilers

[puer-aurea]

um ok anyway *turns your favorite life series members into sdv characters*

the clockers are obvi robins family BUT

etho is robin. cleo is demetrius, scar is maru, and bdubs is sebastian

bachelorettes:

lizzie - penny

gem - leah

pearl - abigail

bachelors:

ren - alex

jimmy - sam

mumbo - harvey

non-dateable:

scott - marnie

skizz - gus

joel - rasmodius

tango - clint

martyn - marlon

impulse - willy

bigb - gunther

which leaves grian right? 'oh hes lewis the mayor since hes the creator' or maybe 'hes krobus!'

you fools

grian is the player

edit: forgot pearl??? which is crazy bc i vividly remember deciding shes abigail

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[randoom-r]

Welcome to hermit valley!

Hermit valley is a stardew valley AU where after scar got tired of the city life he goes onto a new path in life into The Valley. His grandfather had a farm there which he inherited after his death.

This valley however is not completely normal, there are many hybrids living there. This brings a lot of complications and requests with it since scar is the only local farmer who has enough land to plant a lot of different crops.

After 5 days one of the other local farmers (a man with a big mustache) who mostly takes care of animals found a stray cat, scar as a cat lover, takes it in as his farm cat and calls her jellie.

This AU will include people from hermitcraft and the traffic SMP

I will post more concepts and art for this in the future! I gladly answer asks and more

#gtws fanart #hermitblr #hermitcraft #3rd life #trafficblr #randoom art #hermit valley AU #traffic smp #goodtimeswithscar #last life #double life #limited life

[saltyr3mix]

have I ever told you that second chances had multiple test concepts?

before I decided on empires, I considered Stardew Valley because the original idea for this was an ask game where you put the last character you drew in the last game you played and I thought he would vibe :D

Then, when I decided on empires, I considered making him a ghost in a cursed pendant that llama Owen picked up! The story would have been about him trying to get brought back so he could continue his massacres but being worn down by llama Owen’s stupid antics lol

NO YOU DIDN'T

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

THOSE IDEAS ARE SO SO SO FUN!!!!

I neeeeeeeeeeeed more outsiders x other servers fixing them fics. There was this one fic where they took outsiders and fused it with the maze runner and it was amazing. and like i ADORE ADORE ADORE LOVE ABSOLUTELY FAWN OVER YOUR FIC OF COURSE!!

Cause i love taking messed up characters and sending them on the most painfully complicated fix it arcs. Its literately the plot of both These walls scream your name and Played my game now you're in it. OH! and my new secret wtdw fic only Danger knows about that i wont share for a while. (im going to wait till i have a few chapters before hand ready to post so i don't get behind on it like all my other fics lol.)

ANYWAY

I've also been tossing around more combinations for this kind of au. taking outsiders and putting them in places they shouldn't be. and here are some of the ones i've nearly written but just don't have the time for.

O!Krow in Newlife. just, it's reaction to sparrow would be so funny and also the angst potential in death and hybridizing Krow even further. Also there is one opening to one of the NL episodes where Krow does a Japanese voice over intro that catches me off guard every time i hear it.

O!Bek in SOS smp. Look. Scott, Eloise, and Owen are there but my girl is missing and that makes me just a little bit sad that they can't reach their full chaos potential. its more so to fix them than her at this point. but i also think it would to see O!Bek specifically try to adjust to it all cause shes isn't a big......team player..... to say the least. Which is something that smp relay on big time.

O!Magic on Pirates. i think she deserves a gun. and to kill people. and also think she would be a great apprentice for P!Gracie and would be besties with cruppy. this is less of a lore heavy one and more i just want her safe and happy and also to kill whomever she so desires because she deserves it after everything.

On a similar note on sending people place for the sole sake of letting them kill people, i think sending O!Oeca to the traffic series would just. just think about it. they were made for each other. and you know what. Put O!Mowhee there with him. Just the two of them running around on red just. i don't know man. i think its very fun and that they would thrive.

O!Squidney and O!Spidey i firmly believe should have the pleasure of being in Rats. Just as a treat. just so they can be silly and forget the horrors.

Anyway those were plans i had for another super big grand fic where every outsider got put somewhere new and each chapter centered around them healing. but i quickly realized that's way too big of a project to take on right now and also i don't know enough about servers or enough about every outsider for that.

Hope you like the little exchange in ideas!!! I do really like yours and i have so many i couldn't help but spill some of my own!

(i also may have another little idea for a oneshot sort of inspired by your fic, if i get around to having the free time to write it and you allow inspiration)

#salt answers! #outsiders smp #fanfic

[queenarsinoethepoisoner]

About me/Things to know

-I’m Raven

-My pronouns are They/He/She

I mainly post drawings, generally traditional art, sometimes digital art

Here’s a list of all the fandoms I’m currently in:

MCYT: Hermitcraft, Traffic smp, Empires, Evo, Dsmp (Very rarely)

Video games: Stardew valley, Hollow knight, Pokémon

Books: 3 dark crowns, The lunar chronicles

Tv shows: Gravity falls, The owl house, Amphibia

AUs: Boatem knights by Applestruda, The hermit archives by Sixteenth days, Hermits hollow by Majickth, Bets against the void by Mikaotter, ATUS by aayaptre. (Both Boatem knights AU and Hermits hollow AU are the creators tumblr name. The others can be found on ao3)

Miscellaneous: Hamilton, Six the musical, Helluva boss

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Mainly this blog is MCYT, however I will randomly throw other things in the mix, so it’s kinda a melting pot of fandoms. I do take art requests, so feel free to shoot me one, however it might take me a bit to actually draw it.

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I do sometimes draw or reblog characters being shipped, specifically MCYT, but just as a disclaimer, I do not ship the ccs, only ever the characters. And I will not ship anyone who is uncomfortable with being shipped.

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I am not really on any other social media, so I do not have access to know if a content creator has said that they are uncomfortable with being shipped, so please tell me if I do ship someone who is not comfortable with being shipped. On that same note, I also will most likely have no idea if a content creator is toxic or does something on a social media platform, so again, please tell me if someone I draw is toxic or has done something to anger the community.

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I am trying to more often reblog art and writing, because I personally know how good it feels to have someone reblogs your art/writing, so you might see a lot of other people creations on my blog. I am trying to clean up my tags and add “#my art” for all my art, however that’s probably gonna take a bit to do. I also will sometimes reblog something from a fandom I’m not even in, just so you know.

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Last little thing: I do not consent to my art being used in any way, shape, or form to train ai, or anything related to ai.

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And that’s it!

(Just gonna tag all my fandoms don’t mind me)

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[vera-bees-hyperfixations]

Welcome To My Hyperfixation Writer Blog!

Hiya, my name is Vera Bee!

my pronouns are she/they, ace/[questioning] aro, multi-fandom, dyslexic, introvert, and a writer. I will be posting my writings about my hyperfixs here!

I'll be sharing my two-cents worth on my fandoms, and writing imagines, AUs, Headcanons, multi chapter fanfics, oneshots, etc., on them.

~more below~

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note- QSMP, Hermitcraft, Empires, Traffic SMP I will ONLY be writing about the CHARACTERS, NOT THE CONTENT CREATORS.

ANIME

Bungo Stray Dogs

Assassination Classroom

Sk8 the Infinity

Tokyo Ghoul

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Fairy Tail

The Daily Life of the Immortal King

The Yakuza's Guide to Babysitting

Kiki's Delivery Service

Spirited Away

Ponyo

My Neighbor Totoro

Howl's Moving Castle

TV SHOW / MOVIE

Supernatural

Bones

Avatar: The Last Airbender

(OLD) Monster High

(OLD) Barbie movies

Star Wars

Criminal Minds

White Collar

Marvel

Twilight

Transformers

Castlevania

Danny Phantom

Scooby Doo

Tom & Jerry

OTHER

Bat Family

Five Nights at Freddy's Franchise

Cooking Companions

Stardew Valley

Kingdom Hearts

Final Fantasy

Legend of Zelda

Resident Evil

Ni no Kuni

Assassin's Creed

Welcome Home

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I do NOT write any smut, so don't expect for any.

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[mossfeathers]

Thank you for answering and welcoming my questions! ^^ (I sorta tried to pre-organize my thoughts so I hope the formating of this isn't too strange, sorry if is.)

Your sirens are very neat, I think. :3 I enjoyed reading about them. I'll definitely be ready when more info on them sprouts up. 

And ooo yes sweethearts is a very cute duo name for them. I like that a lot. ^^

I haven't actually played Stardew but I did grow up playing games in the series that inspired it so I think I'm picturing the vibe right, I feel like it could be very Harvest Moon, HM: Animal Parade especially. (I liked fishing too ^^ tho idk if it was so much a skill as it was just something you can do for recipes and money and got better at w/ better fishing rods)

& the setup overall seems like fun. Love the complete oblivion to start.

And since you welcomed my questions last time and said you'd like to hear if I have any more, here's some more questions! 

Can we hear a bit more about the dynamics the characters will have with each other so far? It'd be fun to here about, if you want to share that of course. ^^

You mentioned before that Scar & B are brothers in this au and that it'd also be a whole other post. Is that anything you can share with us yet? Or is it future info, It's fine if it is.

Oh but otherwise can I ask how you decided on a lionfish for Scar?

Also, are the others(like Lizzie & them) around as less important townies and seafolk?

Thank you for your time and sharing your ideas!

HI ANON I FORGOT TO RESPOND TO THIS IM SO SORRY OMG Literally always makes my entire day and week and month and also year tbh when you send in an ask and I love you so much (/p)

I've never checked out Harvest Moon before, I'll be sure to try and find a letsplay or something like that. From what I looked up of it, it looks adorable and I can totally see how it inspired Stardew :)

I think Grian and Jimmy are closer to their livestream/non-traffic dynamics, the main difference just being Grian cares a little more for Jimmy outside of the life series (apart from limited life). Grian bullies Jimmy but would do anything for him, Jimmy despises Grian but would do the same. Plus they make each other 500 times sillier and goofier. They're just really close friends, likely either grew up together or met in their late teens and were roomies for a while. Classic bullying friendship. Grian's quick to blame Jimmy, but quicker to take the actual blame if need be. Jimmy's quick to get frustrated with Grian but they're usually fine by the end of the day.

Grian and Scar are close to third life, Grian being exasperated with his attempts to scam him and Scar just being a silly little menace. Oddly enough, I haven't thought of many specific interactions, but based on Grian and B's first in-universe interaction I'd imagine Grian just threatens Scar if he ever tries to use his voice on him and that stops Scar from using it real quick. Doesn't mean that he won't tease G a lot. They're best friends. I gotta catch that grian+scar disease so I can more thoroughly think about them, I can only make them besties and happy forever. That doesn't slide in this AU, unfortunately.

Grian and B are really interesting, actually. In their first interaction (at least I think), Grian makes a very close threat on B's life if he ever uses his voice. He's rather aggressive in this au, but this is only because of the fact that sirens don't have a super awesome reputation and also because, in the context, Jimmy is missing and Grian suspects it's to do with sirens. I think. But after that, they bond a lot over their dumbass siblings and just the fact they like each other so much. Grian's oddly fanboy-ish over B in a really silly way and B just thinks Grian is awesome.

BIGB AND JIMMY!!!!!!!!! They're so incredibly underrated. They are SO silly. They just click with one another. I'm going to try to incorporate their super long friendship by just making them hit it off straight away when they first meet (in the life series, especially, they just constantly bring up inside jokes from hanging out, especially irl. they're absolutely adorable. i'll be genuinely shocked if they don't team next life series). They really like each other, and one of the main things about their dynamic is that Jimmy just thinks B is plain cool, and B thinks Jimmy is absolutely the funniest man alive. Really liking how Jimmy, quite possibly the most clueless man alive, is besties with the sirens. Very fitting.

I can totally talk about Scar and B being siblings! One of the reasons I didn't answer this in your previous asks (sorry about that btw) was just I didn't really know how to word it? Again, this au is very self-indulgent and I just really like the Scar and Bigb dynamic, and also really like weird sibling dynamics where they don't quite like each other and probably wouldn't be besties if they were allowed to not grow up together. But they did. And they're besties. And don't quite like each other. Except it's even more weird than this because B doesn't quite like Scar but absolutely loves him but also would really rather prefer to never interact with him ever (one of my favorite clips of them is b hanging out in third life, hearing scar's voice in the distance, and instantly saying 'oh no oh no oh no i gotta get out of here'. then scar comes to swindle him. a very similar thing happened in last life but scar didnt even come to swindle him, he just showed up at the shadow tower after the fairy fort burned down and b just runs and hides behind a little stone box. bugs to me). And Scar loves B soooo much but even more than that he loves teasing him. 'Life series best friend' has been referenced every single life series. And most of those times has been during a moment B is not red and Scar is. Very untrustworthy man. But at the same time I just know in my heart of hearts that given the chance (forcing them on a team together) they would be SO dynamic and interesting with a more haphazard trust and confused devotion type thing going on. So yeah: Guys who would absolutely never talk to one another again in their life if not for the fact they're siblings, but since they are they absolutely love each other. Oddly, that's inspired by how my mom talks about her and my aunt (her sister), and kind of how I feel about my own sibling. I haven't really thought out parental/other family ties, and i'm leaning towards either just having siren culture be very independent from parents or just never explicitly addressing it, as I don't really think it's that important, even though B and Scar's childhood is (I do not know what the details of their childhood are yet. i am such a good storyteller. clearly.)

Being completely honest, I chose a lionfish because I think they're cool, I just kinda got Scar vibes from it, and I associate him with orange. As with all good decisions, it was completely random and I'm actually super happy with it! I guess it also plays into his dangerous side, with the toxic needles and all that. If you happen to have any ideas for what B's tail could be (doesn't need to be blue tbh i'm just trying to get an idea), I would LOVE to hear it!

As for side characters, I have a few townsfolk planned out and kind of forgot to think of more seafolk. I think Gem and Impulse run a bakery (impulse bakes, gem decorates), Martyn and Ren co-own a pub (look up the stardrop saloon from stardew valley, kinda looks like that but they have little shows and a stage and all sorts of little entertainment things in it), Pearl has something to do with spirits and the supernatural (I'm toying with the idea of having an arc where she gets possessed and there's a whole red pearl thing with an angry spirit), and a number of other hermits/lifers (?) are villagers. Since the town is built on fishing and farming due to how rural it is, that's a lot of their occupations. Still, very few choose to live on the beach, as we know. In terms of merfolk, I just know that Etho is a sea slug and Iskall is a manta ray. Sorting some people into 'categories', Scott, Skizz, and Cleo are merfolk (sirens or not, undecided) and Bdubs, Tango, Joel, and Lizzie are townsfolk. I kinda want to explore other "supernatural" creatures (hence Pearl's potential ghost arc), so I might make a few of the villagers some other creatures. That's all up to fate, though.

I hope you don't mind, but i'll be leaving your other ask in my inbox just so I can go back and look at it easily. Thank you so much for the kind words and interest in my silly little au! More questions and ideas are always welcome!!

#moss ask answers #sweethearts siren au #grian #solidaritygaming #goodtimeswithscar #bigbst4tz2 #life series au

[fiona-kitsune13]

lego monkie kid Let's Player Au because I can stop thinking about it

-Qi Xiaotian:

Username: MonkieKid3

Mk plays slot of upbeat Rpg games and MMorpg games. His favorite moments are when he gets to play with Mei and Red Son.

The three in his username stands for how many friends he has. Him, mei and red! U better believe he loves himself like a friend lol.

One of his most played is Genshin Impact, his fav character being Bennett.

-Mie:

Username: DragonHorse3

Mei plays racing games and afk games. She always aims for the top of the leaderboards! She is always happy to play mmorpg games with her friends and is usually the first to form their guilds.

Her 3 matches her other two friends and she is known for colling their group the Traffic Light Trio when they team up.

Her temper is easily flared during games and she can be pushed to screaming on her mic.

She plays Genshin Impact cause Mk does and playing with him makes him happy. Her fav character is Childe.

-Red Son

Username: FireBull3

Red Son enjoys puzzle games and first person shooters. He enjoys strategy games which confuses his other two friends.

He often gives the other two the best skill tips and upgrades for their characters. He's always the first to know about special quests and legendary items.

always the first to start screaming, yelling or cursing if things go rong.

Mk forced him to get Genshin and so far his fav character is Yanfei.

-Sun Wukong

Username: TheMonkeyKing

He plays a variety of rpg games, fighter games and secretly Otome games. He loves playing Vr games, the immersion always amazes and entertains him.

Buys quite alot of Co-OP games and makes Liu er play them with him.

He is constantly playing Dislyte on his phone, his best character being Tang Xuan. He also has Tang Yun on his team, he'll never admit he finds the design cute.

-Liu er Mihou

Username: SixEaredMacaque

Liu er plays horror and plot driven games. If a game can pull him in with it's ambiance it easily gets a 10/10 from him. He values story over everything.

Liu er will never admit it but he loves when Sun finds a co-op game, he loves playing them with him. His fav game to play with his friend is Bloodytrapland.

Liu er joins the kids sometimes when the play Genshin and he has to high tiered characters. Raiden Shogun and Xiao.

-Nezha

Username: LotusPrince7

Nezha only plays calming and relaxing games. Stardew valley, slime rancher and animal crossing. He will also take game suggestions from Mk and at least try the games.

Liu er won't tell any one but he has a copy of slime rancher and always plays with Nezha so hes not so lonely.

Nezha's fav slime is the puddle slimes and honey slimes.

-Bae hi

Username: LadyBone13

Bae hi plays a little bit of everything! She joins the traffic light trios guild after getting kicked from her own but she's used to solo quests. Mei and Mk try to do quests with her often just so she's not lonely.

She has an extensive list of cheat codes for what seemed like every game. She is a heavy fan of Mods and silly challenges like the nuzzlocke challenge.

She is the adopted daughter of Liu er and they have game nights at least twice a week.

#lmk red son #monkey king #shadowpeach #lego monkie kid #lego monkie kid mk #lmk macaque #lmk #lmk mei #lmk mk #lmk au #lmk sun wukong #monkie kid macaque #Let's play au #Lmk let's play au

[norinenglish]

Stardew Rancher AU - Quest: Introductions

Meeting Tango

At this point, things are non-linear. You're welcome to ask for scenes you'd like to see!

>> Part One | Next Part

Jimmy walks into the house, which, by the sound of the bell ringing when he pushes the door, he figures is a shop. There is indeed a counter directly in front of the entryway and further away a huge furnace with an anvil. 

A man is standing next to it, with his back to him. He’s wearing a sturdy leather apron, gloves and goggles. He’s using a hammer to it on something. 

The blacksmith, Jimmy thinks. 

He puts whatever he was hammering into a bucket of water - the water puffs as it cools the hot metal down. The man straightens up and clicks his tongue. 

“I told you, Impulse, I already gave you all the gold I- Oh.” 

His surprise makes Jimmy flounder uncomfortably. He removes his protective gear and approaches quickly, hesitating before offering a hand to shake. 

“Er. Hi. I’m Tango. I'm the town blacksmith. If you ever need to upgrade your tools, I'm your guy.”

His hand is warm and firm, and a bit rough. It’s the hand of someone who’s used to manual labour. Pretty typical around here, Jimmy’s realizing. 

“Oh. I didn’t realise I would need to upgrade them,” he comments stupidly, staring into the man’s reddish eyes. 

“Well, I’ve only given you spare ones,” Tango says. “They’re good for the basics, but they could be more efficient. I don’t have the materials to make them though, so you’ll have to procure me copper, steel, and so on.”

They’re still holding each other’s hand, even though they’ve stopped shaking after Tango’s first sentence. Jimmy clears his throat and lets go. 

“Sorry. I’m Jimmy, by the way. I moved here yesterday, in the-”

“The Ranch, right? I used to go there when I was a kid. I’m glad someone’s taking care of the old thing.”

Jimmy smiles timidly. “I’ll try.” 

Tango returns his smile, chasing a bit of his anxiety. Perhaps meeting people can be easy. It feels very easy with Tango. 

“Imma head out. Thank you for the tools. I’ll see you around?”

He kinda hates how hopeful and pathetic his voice sounds. But Tango grins at him and nods several times, so he guesses it’s OK. 

“Yeah, it’s bound to happen in a small town like ours. You’ll see a lot of me.”Good, Jimmy doesn’t say.

#norwrites #stardew ranchers au #traffic stardew au #trafficblr #team rancher #solidaritek #trafficshipping

[mtreebeardiles]

Stardew Effect, Prologue

Because I am incapable of starting just ONE new project, apparently. 

Mass Effect crew, but make it Stardew Valley

aka the AU no one asked for the AU one person technically asked for

Also over on AO3

Convincing himself that this wasn't the rashest decision he'd ever made in his life was easier before getting on the bus to the Valley.

 But once his ass was in the seat, suitcase between his legs and the telltale rumble and whine as the old thing revved up to leave, Kaidan Alenko began to wonder why no one had tried harder to talk him out of this. 

 And they had tried, he grudgingly admitted to himself -- varying levels of disbelief, confusion, or outright scorn had met his declaration that he was quitting his job and moving across the country to reclaim the old Alenko farmstead out in the middle of nowhere. A letter his grandfather had given him just before his passing, a deepening sense of restlessness, of isolation, of being seen as other because of the nodes under his skin all coalesced into the catalyst he needed to just…

 Go. 

 Escaping responsibility, escaping the fact that life was hard, escaping, escaping, escaping, but Kaidan didn't think of it so much as running away as it was running towards something else. Something new. Something to quiet the raging discontent sapping his energy day in and day out, to remind him there was more to life than being the resident freak, the anomaly, that he could slip away to somewhere else, somewhere no one knew him or his past or the things he'd done. 

 A fresh start. 

 "…do you even know how to farm, son?"

 "Nope," he muttered to the echo of his father's last, tired question. "Not even a little."

 Maybe it'd all go up in flames, another fuck-up in a series of fuck-ups, but at least this time it'd be an adventure of his own choosing. 

 Assuming the bus didn't break down first.

 ----

 "Hey." 

 A hand on his shoulder and Kaidan jerked awake, startled. A grimace as he moved, a pinch in his neck from the odd angle he'd slept in, and he reached up to rub at it. 

 "This your stop, kid?"

 "Oh, uh…"

 Kaidan blinked up, recognizing the burly bus driver as the sleep cleared from his eyes. He glanced around, squinting through the grimy window caked in road-dust at a sign declaring their destination: Pelican Town.

 "Yes, thank you." He cleared his throat, cheeks hot, but the bus driver simply turned and ambled back to his seat. 

 Kaidan got to his feet with a wince, other muscles along his back protesting his poor sleeping position, and grabbed his suitcase. A quick look around showed him he was the last passenger, and he wondered at how deeply he'd slept. 

 When was the last time I got more than a few hours here and there? He wondered, carting his suitcase towards the front of the bus. 

 "Thanks," he murmured to the driver, who grunted, fiddling with his radio. The signal was poor, crackly, and Kaidan wondered if that was an indication of the tech level out here. 

 You did run off to the middle of nowhere. 

 Probably best to start managing his expectations. 

 Late afternoon sun slanted through the thick trees lining either side of the road leading, presumably, into town. Scents he wasn't used to assailed his senses: pine, freshly turned earth, blossoms fragrant with the coming of spring. The sorts of things he wouldn't have been able to pick out back home in the city, where the air was heavy with smoke and exhaust, factories from the industrial districts spewing pollutants into the air. Car horns and screeching tires were replaced by the chirp of birds and the low buzz of insects and he breathed deep, wondering if the fresh air would do him some much needed good. 

 He promptly sneezed. Twice.

 We're going to pretend that wasn't a sign.

 The sound of a truck idling caught his attention, all the more notable due to the lack of traffic in general now that the bus was long gone, and Kaidan glanced up to spot an old pick-up a ways ahead on the road. Parked, and as he approached a man slipped out of the driver's side and headed towards him. 

 "Kaidan Alenko?"

 The man was roughly his own height, solidly built, dark-skinned with deep, kind brown eyes. His hair was cut short, almost with military precision, greying, and the lines around his eyes and mouth spoke of an active life spent outdoors. It was almost jarring compared to his apparel: smart slacks, a nice button down, landing somewhere between office-appropriate and comfortable. Nevertheless Kaidan recognized him from old photos of his grandfather.

 "…Mayor Anderson?"

 The man grinned, teeth flashing white, and Kaidan felt himself relax a touch as the man extended a hand. He shook it, smiling back. 

 "Figured I'd meet you, spare you the walk into town," the Mayor explained. "Though it is a rather lovely walk, if I do say myself, but as I recall that bus ride is a bit long."

 "A bit," Kaidan agreed, smile sheepish. "Thank you."

 "And feel free to call me David," the other man went on, gesturing towards the truck. He took Kaidan's suitcase and hauled it into the open truck bed. "I did try to get the cottage set up best I could -- interior's clean, but like I said before, the place needs a lot of love."

 "Thank you," Kaidan said again. "You didn't have to go through all that trouble, sir."

 David laughed, shifting the truck into gear and starting off down the road. "Least I could do; just sorry it was all I could do. It may not seem like it, but even a small town like this one has a lot going on that its mayor needs to stay on top of."

 "Grandpa always said the Valley hosts some of the best fairs and farmer's markets in the region," Kaidan admitted with a grin. 

 "Hopefully about to get better, if you've even a fraction of that old bastard's talent," David replied, laughing. "Wasn't sure what to make of him when he rolled into town all those years ago, some fresh-faced kid from the city. But he took to the work like you take to breathing -- a natural. Maybe with some help from his friends," he added with a sly smile. "But Arden Alenko had that special something all his own, too."

 "I hope I can do the old place justice," Kaidan murmured, voice soft. 

 "If he left it to you? I'm sure you will."

 ----

 "Easier to walk from here," David announced a while later, jerking Kaidan from his reverie. He pulled his gaze from the surrounding forest -- this country road was long -- in time to see the older man pull over and turn the truck off. Kaidan squinted into the dying light, trying to see if there was some turn-off, but he couldn't see much beyond the thick trees. "The property is technically right outside of town proper, but connects to the main road that leads back to the highway here." David grunted, pulling Kaidan's suitcase out of the back before the younger man could intervene. "Not a bad walk, if a bit dark. Recommend a flashlight if you find yourself out here at night."

 Kaidan could only nod, that trickle of unease settling in his stomach again. Reality was like a weight pressing down on him, this last stretch of road -- if it could even be called that, Kaidan having spotted the dirt path at last -- all that was left between him and the consequences of his decisions. 

 Too late to turn back now, he thought as David pulled out a heavy-duty flashlight to guide their way. 

 He wasn't going to write this off as a failure before he'd even gotten started. 

 David filled him in on bits and pieces of news from town, assurances that there were, in fact, several people in the area around Kaidan's own age. Maybe it wasn't the city, but it wasn't bereft of its own entertainments, its own charms. Kaidan certainly hoped that was the case, but he wasn't holding his breath. Entertainment on par with what he could expect back home wasn't at the top of his list, anyway, and he felt it unfair to try and compare the two. Then again, knowing there was some life around this place certainly helped. 

 "Now, the cottage sits on a pretty decent acreage," David went on as they drew closer to the property itself. "And that did make it a bit tricky to keep the grounds under control. You'll have your work cut out for you on that front."

 Kaidan wasn't sure how to respond to this, and any attempts at doing so died in his throat as they rounded the last bend and came face to face with the Alenko Farm at last. 

 The mayor had warned him in their correspondence that the place needed work, but Kaidan hadn't been prepared for this. Weeds, rocks, loose debris from trees choked wide swathes of the grounds, grass overgrown save for the area right before the cabin itself. A yellow light illuminated some of the wooden structure and this, at least, seemed sound enough from where Kaidan was standing. 

 "The orchard itself needs tending, but the trees are still standing tall," David went on. "Did have to give the kids a firm talking to not to wander over here and steal the fruit now that this place has a proper caretaker again. And that cottage is structurally safe, by the way -- our resident carpenter inspected it and gave it a clean bill of health."

 "…thanks," Kaidan replied faintly, still staring at the mess. A hand landed on his shoulder, giving a reassuring squeeze. 

 "I know it looks overwhelming," the mayor murmured. "But there're good bones here, son. Care for this land, and she'll care for you right back. You'll see.

 "Speaking of," he went on, fishing a key out of his pocket. "Here you go; she's all yours."

 Kaidan took the key with a murmur of thanks, taking a few deep breaths. 

 "Get some sleep, Kaidan; it'll do you good. I left some things to help get you started," David added, nodding towards the cottage. "And don't be a stranger. Plenty of folks around here who don't mind helping out a new neighbor."

 "I'll keep that in mind. Thank you, sir."

 "David."

 "David." And while part of him was still trying not to panic, another part couldn't help but smile a little.

 Maybe he'd feel differently in the morning when he could see the damage clearer in the cold light of day, but for now…

 He was quietly excited. Worried. Elated. 

 Ready to begin.

#my writing #Mass Effect/Stardew Valley AU #Kaidan Alenko #David Anderson #eventual mshenko #look i love stardew ok this was bound to happen

[gwoongi]

(abandoned) all i want for christmas is woohoo

kim seokjin / kim namjoon genre: uni au, fluff, crack rating: general words: 4.9k warnings: clownery, i knew nothing about uni, character dynamics based off a fic none of u have read a/n: incomplete prequel to the yoonmin fanfic i wrote three thousand years ago. i will never finish this so here’s what i started and left behind for the dogs to have at

The stranger makes a noise of voiced agreement. “Mood.”

September 8th.

One thing they never tell you before going to Uni, is that it’s fucking mental on Move In Day.

Obviously, he had some idea that the student digs would be fairly busy with students moving in, but he never expected to be waiting in a thick line of tired and excited first years for around fifteen minutes, only to then wait another twenty just for the student- who, by the way, was way too busy picking at her purple nail varnish to give two damns about Namjoon’s clearly very important moving in schedule- to find his key on the board barely 50 centimetres away from where she was sitting.

So, yeah- when his sister comes to Uni after him, he’s definitely going to warn her about the madness that is Move In Day, because clearly nobody else had cared if Namjoon was stuck waiting like a doormat for one student who thinks she’s something to hand him a key. I mean, how hard can it be? He doesn’t get it.

“Sorry about the wait,” another male student, who noticed the lack of enthusiasm from second year student apparently named Jisoo, says as he moves from behind the desk to give Namjoon a silver key on a chain, with two other keys present. “Here are your keys- one’s for the front door of your flat, second is for the main building in-case you’re late after hours and the third is for your pigeon box.” He pauses: “no help from your parents?”

Namjoon shrugs politely, “Just me. My parents are back in Ilsang, couldn’t make it.”

“Bummer,” the student replies. Along with the keys, he shoves a brown paper bag into Namjoon’s hands with a toothy smile. “Your complimentary moving in gifts, from the students who moved out! Thanks for picking Blossom Island as your student accomodation!”

Although Namjoon wants to tell him that Blossom Island was the only cheap option out of three absurdly priced accomodations for first years, he doesn’t; instead, he smiles, lips closed and dimples on display, nodding his head and turning all within the same second. The student moves away after, so he doesn’t feel bad about ending the conversation so abruptly.

Blossom Island is located smack bang outside of campus, across a small stream that Namjoon thought would be filled with blossom, but instead is littered with algae and tinfoil. It’s large, tall like a regular apartment complex, with a courtyard out the front with a bouncy castle that Namjoon can already see some people jumping on with what he assumes is their new roommates.

Namjoon leaves the lobby- should he call it a lobby? It was more of a downstairs kitchen and living room, with two small sofas and a mounted flat-screen, a pool table pushed weirdly in the middle of the colourful boxed room and a door near the back wandering into the community study area, another door for what he guesses is for laundry. Hauling his suitcase and big, cardboard box in his arms across the courtyard, he follows the number on the key- number 8, floor 6, Kyoto Building and barely makes it five steps without almost dropping the box entirely, all thanks to some jerk wearing Thrasher and a beanie.

“That’s what you get for not tying your shoelaces.”

Mid-crouch, Namjoon looks over his shoulder and spots Min Yoongi stepping out of the building, followed by a rather proud looking set of parents, preening at the fact that their son is going into Nursing. Due to that, he bites back a curse word he figures would be impolite for the elders, and manages a smile in the sun.

“What? He clearly pushed into me,” Namjoon reasons, standing upright and saying a hasty hello to Yoongi’s parents, who, in all honesty, have never really liked him much. He laughs breathily, waiting for a few seconds before asking, “where are you?”

Yoongi checks his key. “Number 13, Floor 0, Juko Building. What kind of name is Juko, anyway?”

“Beats me,” Namjoon scoffs. “I think Juko’s close to Kyoto. I’ll come visit when you’re all settled and moved in, yeah?”

Yoongi nods, already beginning to walk away. “Yeah, I’ll get your mug out ready.”

That’s the thing with Yoongi, Namjoon thinks as he walks away; he’s always been about the little things in life. In the many, many years that Namjoon has known Yoongi, he’s never really changed- Yoongi has always been compassionate and cutely caring, buying two mugs instead of one and making pasta for two when he knew Namjoon was due to visit on days his parents were working late. And he feels bad, because Yoongi is a giving guy, not a receiving one.

He watches as Yoongi leaves with his parents, and he feels weirdly sad. It’s none of his business, too, as he watches the three Min’s enter the Juko Building, painted a pastel pink with mint compliments, swirling patterns dancing as the leaves on the trees move in the whisper of wind.

Namjoon now has the urge to paint.

In Number 8, Floor 6, Kyoto Building, Kim Seokjin finally sets down the last potted plant on the sparse looking shelf above his desk, and he steps back with his hands on his hips to admire the minimal effort. Although it definitely took some struggle, what with his Dad accidentally dropping his bag with his Nintendo inside and his Mother judging his absurd amount of pink bath-towels, Seokjin has a feeling in his stomach- the feeling where you know that everything is going perfectly.

There’s a smell in the air; blossom from the large tree outside his window, propped open on the hatch to allow a breeze air out the room. Since his roomie hasn’t arrived yet, the least he can do is get rid of the stuffy smell, something strangely similar to pool chlorine. He inhales it deeply, a smile tugging at his lips. Seoul weather amazes him- even though Gwacheon is a blink away, Seokjin is already starting to feel like a new person.

Maybe it’s just University excitement. Maybe it’s University nerves. But, maybe it’s also because he really needs a wee and can’t think properly.

He waits nicely for his parents to finish up straightening every single crease in his bedsheets before saying goodbye. Although he might tease to their faces that he won’t miss them, and they won’t miss him, Seokjin knows from the minute they open the door to head back out to the corridor that it’s going to take a while to adjust to life without the nagging, but endearing, guidance of his family.

Because Seokjin has always sort of been the baby boy of the Kim’s from Gwacheon- his older brother inherited a type of broodiness that Seokjin is thankful he hasn’t got yet, and so Seokjin’s always been the favourite. The favourite crawler, the favourite footballer, the favourite baker and painter- in honesty, Seokjung never wanted any of that. Seokjin’s proud of who he is- he’s so fucking proud of his family. So he sort of takes pride in being the baby boy of the Kim family. He wears it like armour, glistening armour that represents him in front of a whole army of potential threats and friends.

Jinyoung, an old friend, used to say it was embarrassing- as if Jinyoung doesn’t have a comfortable enough life with parents who would murder for him, but Seokjin doesn’t care. Why should he be ashamed of being loved? Most families aren’t as close as the Kim’s, so he takes extra care in making sure his family know that he loves them. That’s the sort of guy he is- giving, occasionally receiving, but giving, giving his whole heart and soul to everybody else in order to make others happy.

Seokjin pinches the bridge of his nose as the door closes with a sickening click, the noise muting around the faint buzz of traffic across campus and the baby birds in the nest a few floors down on a branch, fluttering in the wind like wings. He’s so lost in the way the small twigs are woven together, like the way a spider builds a web, or an ant a colony, that he doesn’t realise three minutes have passed.

Now he really needs a wee.

When Namjoon opens the door to room 8, he’s surprised.

Not shocked, but surprised. Because there’s a difference between shock and surprise- shock is entering a room and finding a serial killer, but surprise is walking into a room and finding a party. The difference is in the level of reaction, and Namjoon hadn’t walked in and been completely thrown off by a wall of cute posters and the obvious collection of DS games and a cool looking computer. If anything, he’s intrigued. Surprised. Pleasantly surprised, perhaps.

To the right, Namjoon hears the toilet flush and he knows that he has a couple seconds to look around the room and plonk his bags and box on the plain bed before his roommate emerges from the bathroom. As he sets them down, he casts a gaze towards the right side of the room where his roomie has claimed a bed, a desk and a small looking wardrobe near the door. On the wall next to his bed, a collection of posters have been washi taped to the boring blank canvas- although, as an artist, Namjoon considers anything blank and white to be inviting and anything but boring, because a canvas holds endless opportunities- and his bed covers are a washed out blue, a colour that now, actually, as he’s looking at it, is becoming more chiffon coloured.

It’s evident his roommate likes video games- half the posters on the wall are related to games he knows that they must like; Animal Crossing, a small Stardew Valley postcard and a commissioned drawing of Jinx from LoL, taped next to a large artwork of Mario Kart and more postcard art of games Namjoon thinks he’s heard of but isn’t sure- The Last of Us, Tekken, Zelda. He pretends not to notice the small Minecraft postcard in the corner of the mural but weirdly enough, he finds it endearing knowing that someone at University still plays Minecraft. 

Most of all, Namjoon notices the strange obsession with The Sims, as seen through multiple artworks and the fantastic collection of Sims3 Expansion packs sitting on the shelf above his bed, next to pop figures and a photo frame of a group of friends.

He wonders if his roommate will let him use the expansion packs when he’s bored.

“Oh, hey.”

Clearly having not heard the bathroom door open, Namjoon spins on the spot to look back at the bathroom, where his roommate stands with his hand animatedly raised in a wave, a smile lifting his cheekbones. They look pale, almost watery, but Namjoon doesn’t say anything. He knows why.

“Hey. Namjoon,” he says, leaning forward to shake his hand. For a moment, his roommate stares at the hand, as if wondering what to do with it. “What?”

His roomie shakes his head, moving to shake his hand once, up and down, before letting it drop. “Nothing. It’s just, well, how many people give handshakes nowadays?”

Namjoon thinks it over in his head. “Well, a lot of people. Useful in business, and stuff. A manager might want to shake your hand at a job interview.”

As he says the words, Namjoon can tell by the passing look on his roommates face that he wasn’t expected to give an answer. He stops talking after that, looking back to his bed with a feeling similar to embarrassment, while his roommate moves towards the window and clears his throat awkwardly.

“Seokjin.” He finally introduces himself. Seokjin- it has a ring to it. Namjoon says it over in his head, growing familiar with it. Now that he’s mentioned it, Namjoon looks back over his shoulder and realises that he looks like a Seokjin. The name suits him. “What’re you studying here?”

“Art and Design,” Namjoon replies with a brief smile over his shoulder. Seokjin isn’t looking, anyway. “Nothing too crazy.” He looks at the wall of posters- “Are you studying graphics?”

“Yeah. I’m studying Digital Art,” Seokjin replies, and it’s clear in the way his whole body moves as he says it that he’s passionate about his subject. He laughs shortly, “Isn’t it funny how we’re both doing art and we got pushed together? Do you think that’s intentional?”

Namjoon shrugs, taking out his clothes first from one of his suitcases. “Maybe. I’m glad you’re Digital Art and not Performing Arts. One, this room is not big enough to dance and sing and two, I don’t want to be woken up by a classical alarm clock. You know?”

Seokjin laughs and it suffices as a reply.

As Namjoon sifts around his bag and pulls out the remainder of his clothes, Seokjin turns around and watches for a swift three seconds, and then moves back towards his desk and absent-mindedly moves around his keyboard, straightening it up.

“Do you need any help?” he asks, and as Namjoon turns to catch his eye, he notices he means it genuinely.

“Uh, I’m alright,” Namjoon replies, and even though Seokjin can clearly see the amount of work he has left to do to his half of the bedroom, he doesn’t pry and decidedly drops it. He shrugs.

“Alright then. I’m gonna head out,” Seokjin says. He gestures with his head to the hallway. “Out on campus, they’re doing that thing. What do they call it- Wildflower? I think I just wanna go meet some people. I can wait for you, and we can go together, if you want?”

Namjoon does want. He really wants to. But he takes several glances back at his boxes and frowns deeply. And anyways, he’ll have plenty of time to hang out with Seokjin later, won’t he?

“I’ll pass,” Namjoon rejects him softly, a smile on his lips as if to say, I do want to come but I’m way too busy. Seokjin’s lips twitch into a pursed mouth and he nods. “I’ve just got a lot to do. We could hang out later, if you want?”

“Sure,” Seokjin replies, already inching towards the door. “Yeah, alright. If you need help, just text me. I’ve got my number on the pinboard above my desk- just incase, you know?”

Namjoon glances over; surely enough, on a corkboard pinned to the wall above his desk and beneath the shelf, he can see the sleek black letters printed with “emergency number” written next to it in messy handwriting. He smiles, mostly because he’s never seen someone have their own phone number hung up in their room before, and nods without looking in Seokjin’s direction. “Okay, thanks, Seokjin-ssi.”

Seokjin makes a sound similar to a laugh, air through his nose, a small intake of high pitched breath afterwards. Out the corner of his eye, Namjoon can see him hovering his hand over the handle and to be polite, he finally looks over. Something tells him he was waiting for that.

“Seokjin should be fine,” Seokjin replies with a smile.

By the time Namjoon finishes sorting out his things (and by sorting out, he means that he’s hung up his clothes and kicked the cardboard box towards his desk out of the way), Seokjin’s still not back from Wildflower, and quite frankly, he’s bored.

As if by a magnetic pull, he finds himself leaving Kyoto building to trudge in the mid-move-in-manic, across the small courtyard where the bouncy-castle has deflated thanks to someone jumping on it wearing shoes, and towards Juko building, a big clump of pastel next to the white blossom tree that Namjoon is jealous of. Yoongi’s room, even back at his home in Daegu- where Namjoon had lived throughout his entire high-school life before his parents moved back to Ilsang during his final year-, was somewhere Namjoon had felt completely and utterly accepted. At home.

He always found it funny how Yoongi said the same thing for him- his bedroom back home was small, smaller than the dorm room he has now. It was an average room, with small bold letters spelling out his name on the front of his door, and his walls were painted a navy blue with dark wood floors that went through the entire house, with thrown around covers and three pillows to sleep with and furniture which didn’t match the colours. But Yoongi’s room was different. Yoongi’s room was Yoongi.

Slanted ceilings and an off-white coloured paint-job on the walls, with grey curtains and white sheets and an electric piano pushed up against the window-wall, overlooking a small line of houses out the front of the street Yoongi lived on, a tree that turned orange in October. On his walls, Yoongi liked to keep it minimal, minus the posters of his favourite artists and a little area above his desk for pictures of him and Namjoon, his first family pet, a ticket to his first family vacation when he was thirteen, dried flowers from a tiny bundle he was given on a Valentine’s Day. His first Valentine’s gift. A memory. A wall of memories, stuck with shimmery tape and dried blue-tac on the white, unremovable, stuck like glue. It was everything Namjoon wanted in a room. It was everything Namjoon needed in a place to feel completely and utterly safe.

Namjoon wasn’t surprised that Yoongi had stuck with the bland style of dorm room, compared to the bed next to him which his roommate- a kid studying Music with an incredible obsession with BoA and Michael Jackson- who, even though he was an amazing artist, Namjoon always felt weirded out by.

He stands by the doorframe as Yoongi shuffles to straighten his blanket at the end of his bed, simply looking at the decor, taking it all in with a deep breath. His roommate stared at Namjoon waiting in the doorway and pulled his lips to a frown, excusing himself, “...heading to Wildflower, bye,” being the only words he ever said to Namjoon.

“Namjoon, I hate it.”

“You’ve been here for two hours,” Namjoon frowns, sitting on his roommate’s bed. He won’t mind (only he does, and he notices the imprint of Namjoon’s arse left behind which he thought would disappear after five minutes.) “It’s not that bad, surely?”

Yoongi shakes his head adamantly. “I wanna go home, Joon. I don’t wanna do nursing.”

“You might really like it, though,” Namjoon sighs. “You never know!”

“I don’t want to study nursing,” Yoongi repeats himself through pouted lips that Namjoon can hear. “I wanted to do art, or music like my stupid roommate. I don’t know why I’m here, Namjoon, I really don’t know why I’m doing this to myself.”

Namjoon knows it’s hard for Yoongi. His family expect too much- like most parents, actually, Yoongi knows they want the best for him. But, the best isn’t forcing him into a nursing degree.

Toying with the frays on Yoongi’s roommate’s blanket, Namjoon says, “hey, hey, calm down. It’s fine- if you don’t like the first three classes, you can’t be expected to stay. You’ve got to do what you want to do.”

Yoongi bites his lip before replying. “I have nowhere to go if I drop out. I’ll do a year, maybe. Maybe half a year. Oh, I don’t fucking know. I don’t wanna give up and let down my family, you know?”

Namjoon does know. His parents had wanted him to be a lawyer. His sister, Kyungmin, wanted Namjoon to do something with his music. But, like the delinquent he is, Namjoon always knew he had a passion for art. Drawing made him happiest- letting his thoughts draw something on a blank canvas was the closest thing to real magic. Singing your feelings is one pleasure, but capturing the colours and movements onto paper was something Namjoon found absolutely rewarding. Thankfully, his parents knew there was no point in forcing him into doing something he wouldn’t enjoy. He was lucky.

“Yeah, I know.”

Yoongi knows Namjoon knows, and he also knows Namjoon doesn’t know what to say. He pulls at the bridge of his nose and lets out a low grunt. “Anyway. How’s your roomie? A weirdo?”

Namjoon shakes his head. “No, not really. I mean, he’s really into video games but it’s not overbearing. Kinda endearing. He’s fun. Seokjin.”

“Oh, cool,” Yoongi replies, nodding slowly. “You get all the good stuff, you know that?”

“What’s mine is yours,” Namjoon says with a frown.

At that, Yoongi smiles. “Yeah. I know, Joon.”

Wildflower lives up to the frantic Google search that Seokjin did moments before heading down to check it out. Even before arriving, he could smell the variety of foods on rickety stalls, and hear the experimental strum of a live band getting ready to play near the main building to the University campus.

Ducking his head underneath the waving arm of another female first-year, Seokjin took a stroll around the small section of Wildflower, politely looking at the bits and bobs he could purchase, like complimentary University flags and tapestries for walls, or a coffee where the change went to a local suicide-prevention charity. He bought one, a tea that was too milky for his taste, and continued walking.

He hadn’t bought much change with him. After the rather awkward first meeting with Namjoon, Seokjin had let it slip his mind. Regardless, he wasn’t willing to let the lack of coins and a credit card spoil his First Day mood. Inhaling the smell of a nearby Jjinmandu stand, he let his stomach steer him towards it, collecting the spare change in his pocket- luckily for him, he had around 4,000 in his jacket pocket which more than comfortably paid for a portion of Mandu.

“Here you go,” the server hands Seokjin his small paper dish of Jjinmandu with a smile, a smile that reminded Seokjin of his third-year teacher back when he was a child. Warm, inviting, kind, a mother’s smile. She smiled toothily when Seokjin handed her more than he was being charged, saying it was a tip, first day luck, or something. She bowed her head meekly.

Without wanting to hold up the slightly growing line, Seokjin moves out of the way and towards a small cluster of metal tables and chairs, shivering as the umbrellas moved in the wind, passing the sauces with a thoughtful pause. He has time to kill; he puts his dish on the small counter and puts a tiny blob of sauce in the corner, and he dips his finger in to taste it. He recoils visibly, finding the taste too bitter.

From somewhere behind him, Seokjin hears what sounds like laughter and he turns, surprised, and finds another student with a bright orange lanyard hung around his neck. He’s a total stranger, with hair pushed into a black beanie and a denim jacket covering a brown shirt, with some black jeans with the knees cut out. On his feet, worn out Converse. Seokjin does a double take.

“You know that’s spicy BBQ, right?”

Weirdly enough, Seokjin finds that he sounds exactly like what he thought he would. He stares at his glasses, first, and the way they slide down his nose, slightly oily because of the heat.

“Don’t you usually have teriyaki with Mandu?” he continues, wandering over to glance at the bottles of sauce, before pushing a slightly stained bottle towards Seokjin with a smile. “There. Honestly, scrape off the BBQ, this will taste so much better.”

Seokjin feels dumb. “I only usually have the tomato chilli. “

“Yeah, and BBQ?”

“No,” he replies, and then he laughs quietly, “no, never BBQ. Let’s call that...first day experimenting.”

The stranger nods along, shoving a mouthful of his own Mandu. Seokjin wants to point out that he has sauce on the corner of his mouth, but it feels rude. He barely knows him.

Glancing at the lanyard around his neck, Seokjin finishes his mouthful- “Are you staff?”

“What?” the stranger asks, caught off guard. Then, he looks down at the lanyard and smiles, politely, not in mockery, and shakes his head, disturbing feathery hairs that were once tucked up into the beanie. “Oh, no. No, I’m a first year.” He chortles at Seokjin’s stunned expression. “What, do I look really old?”

“No,” Seokjin replies. “I was just...surprised. I don’t know- today’s been weird for me. I’m all over the place.”

The stranger makes a noise of voiced agreement. “Mood.”

They stand in silence for a couple moments after that, eating, staring off at the little stream that ran around the perimeter of the small square, listening to the sound of the live band kicking off their setlist with a slow song appropriate for the weather.

The stranger swallows his Mandu, pointing at Seokjin with his spork without really realising, “oh, I’m Hoseok by the way.”

Hoseok. A name to the face.

“Seokjin,” he replies. Now he’s finished his Jjinmandu. “Digital Art.”

Hoseok makes a noise. “Woah, no way.” Gesturing to himself, “Art and Music.”

Seokjin wants to laugh. “That’s so weird. My roomie also does art. It’s like I’ve been thrown into a pool full of art students.”

“Yeah. Well, we are in the Arts Square. Wouldn’t it be weird if I was doing Chinese studies and I hung around in the Arts Square on my first day?”

“True,” Seokjin nods.

Talking to Hoseok is easy. It’s so fucking easy- it’s as if Hoseok has been a friend for years. They walk together, along the small path that barely fits them both, weaving around the stream. Seokjin learns that Hoseok is from Gwangju, and has a sister who designs clothing in the city. Hoseok, in return, learns that Seokjin barely escaped being a lawyer and comes from a family inheriting endless zeros. It doesn’t bother him. It usually bothers people.

“It’s cool that you got to do what you wanted to,” Hoseok says as they walk further along campus. Now, they’ve reach the on-campus convenience store, the artificial lighting making Hoseok squint, even though daylight still pushed on. “Most kids don’t when they’re in your kind of position.”

Hoseok quickly looks over, “I don’t mean that in a bad way, I only-”

“No,” Seokjin agrees, nodding and thrusting his hands into his pockets. He dips his head upwards, inhaling the smell of the sunshine, before looking at Hoseok with a friendly smile. “No, you’re right. Most kids don’t. I’m lucky.”

Hoseok’s grateful Seokjin didn’t misunderstand. “Hm, maybe we’ll be in each-other’s classes.”

He says it with a hopeful tone, lightly nudging Seokjin’s shoulder with a small smile, that caused dimples to spread across his lower cheeks.

“I hope so,” Seokjin replies, but the sound of the stream covers it. Hoseok keeps walking, not making it known if he heard. He probably hadn’t.

Namjoon rolls over the next morning, not quite remembering how he got home and when, and squints at the Sepia screen of his phone. It reads 6:45am, too fucking early to be awake on a Saturday.

did you get home ok yoongi

dont think i care about you or anything yoongi

Namjoon snorts quietly, wincing when he thinks he’s woken up Seokjin across the room. But, when he looks over towards Seokjin’s side of the dorm, he notices that he’s not even in bed. His sheets are tucked in tightly, and his jacket is absent on the coat hangers on the back of the door.

Holy shit, Seokjin gets up early.

yeah. hows minjoon, the name robber joonie

seriously fuck off he’s playing fred videos yoongi

it’s fucking 7am yoongi

Namjoon scoffs, mostly to himself- because who else is he going to scoff too?-, and rolls over flatly to press his feet onto the flattened out carpet of his room. The sun barely peeks through the shitty curtains, and he yawns loudly, feeling the euphoria of a morning stretch. Namjoon sighs with pleasure at the feeling of his body stretching out, letting his arms drop and grabbing his phone to reply to Yoongi, who Namjoon’s surprised is awake, even when Fred is involved.

i thought fred had died, fr joonie

bitch me too but here we have his channel, still screeching away about rubber sharks in his tiny swimming pool yoongi

im really not joking joon. i wanna quit so bad i’ve been here less than 24 hours and i’m already fantasising about drinking the bathroom bleach yoongi

He’s about to reply when the door to their dormitory room swings open, and the hostility of the swing almost makes him drop his phone on the floor. Namjoon scrambles to catch it, staring up with surprise at the sight of Seokjin carrying two mugs of what appears to be tea. Namjoon smells the cranberry as Seokjin comes closer with a sheepish, yet almost smug, smile. Bare in mind, Namjoon hates cranberry tea; at the smell he smiles and fakes joy.

“Saw your post-it saying you had to set an alarm for seven,” Seokjin said casually. “Figured you’d be up by the time I came back with this...hope you like cranberry.”

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[sparxwrites]

(the stardew valley au for critical role that no one asked for, but i wrote anyways, bc i’m a sucker for found family / healing narratives, and because the idea of percy and cass learning to love each other and themselves, whilst working a farm and making friends with the locals, was too good to pass up. will i write more of this? who knows.)

[ao3]

Cassandra was the one driving when they finally arrived. In the passenger seat beside her, Percy was curled up, sleeping shallow and fitful – seatbelt off, knees drawn up to his chest, eyes rolling under the thin, bruised skin of his eyelids. The faint, green glow of the truck’s dials made the pale skin and sharp angles of his face look sickly, threw the purple of his newly-acquired scars into sharp, unpleasant relief.

Outside the truck, now the engine was off, it was eerily silent, and oppressively hot without the air conditioning running. Used to the steady traffic noises of the city, and the relative chill of Maine, mid-spring rural Alabama was alien in every possible way. She could remember vacationing here as a young child, but that was years ago, distant enough that she had only had hazy memories of a quaint farmhouse, overgrown fields, running through grass well above head-height in a muddied sundress as Julius called after her in alarm.

The farmhouse she’d parked behind looked significantly more dilapidated than the one from her memories. Parts of the roof were bowing in, and there were weeds growing through the cracks between the stones. The fields looked much the same, though the darkness and the unfamiliar sounds of nighttime animals added a layer of unknown menace to them.

Or perhaps, she thought, that was just her. She’d never been afraid of the dark as a child, after all, but now…

“Percival,” she whispered, tearing her eyes away from the night outside the window, and looking back to her sleeping brother. “Percival, wake up. We’re here.” When he didn’t wake, just twitched in his sleep, she reached out and shook his shoulder. “Percy-”

There was suddenly a hand around her wrist, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise against the sensitive tendons on the underside. She managed not to cry out, but only by merit of biting her lip nearly hard enough to bleed as she wrenched free of Percy with as much strength as she could muster. He didn’t try to hold her, but she recoiled from him nonetheless, as he stared at her, uncomprehending and confused, with the blank, terrified eyes of a cornered animal.

“…Sorry,” he breathed, after a half-heartbeat. Recognition returned to his eyes, and the tension draining out of him as his shoulders slumped. “I didn’t mean to- I- bad dreams. Sorry.”

Cassandra said nothing, stayed with her back pressed against the driver’s seat window. Though there was guilt in his eyes, her wrist still throbbed as she rubbed at it gingerly. She hadn’t noticed initially, when he’d arrived to drag her away from the Briarwoods’ clutches, but there was something different about him. He’d always been the strangest out of all of them, Percival, but now… there new violence, a new instability to him now that unsettled her.

Not that she hadn’t changed, too, in the years they’d been apart – just in a different way. Perhaps she was a hypocrite, for being so hesitant around him, when there was little doubt she was barely recognisable too.

When it became clear she wasn’t going to respond to his apology, Percy winced, and then sighed. “Did anyone see us arrive?” he asked, eventually. scrubbing the sleep from his eyes with unsteady hands. Despite his nap, he looked like he’d barely slept, eyes red-rimmed and the bags under them just as dark as they’d been before.

“Brother,” said Cassandra, quiet, exhausted. She’d been driving for over twelve straight hours. She just wanted to rest. “Don’t you think you’re being a bit paranoid? We’re half a country over, surely they’re not going to have trailed us that far.”

Even as she said it, though, she thought of Percy’s new scars, the hunted-rabbit look in his eyes and the tremor to his hands. Of Lady Delilah’s jewellery heavy around her own throat, and Lord Sylas’ hand clamped tight enough to bruise around her shoulder.

“Did anyone see us arrive?” Percy insisted, a note of almost-terror to the urgency in his voice – and, not for the first time, Cassandra wondered what the hell had happened to him whilst she’d been in the Briarwoods’ care.

She sighed, scrubbing at her own face and struggling to keep control of herself in the face of grinding exhaustion. “No. No, I- the property’s a little ways out from the town. I turned the headlights off, though, as soon as we got close. Unless anyone was waiting for us, we shouldn’t have been seen or heard.”

“Should’ve left the car out by the road,” muttered Percy, dragging a hand through his hair. “Hidden. Someone might have heard-”

“What’s done is done.” It came out sharper than she’d meant – and, in the silence that hung heavy between them in the aftermath, the dark pressed in even closer around her. She felt like she was suffocating. After holding everything in for the week they’d spent running, up into Canada and then back down to the only family property that could have conceivably been overlooked by the Briarwoods’ eagle gaze, she felt like bursting into tears. “Please, just- let’s go inside. Rest. We can work out what to do in the morning.”

Percy hesitated, and then bowed his head. “You’re right, of course. Sorry. Let’s… get in. Get you to a bed.”

His attempt at brotherly affection fell a little flat, between the awkward space separating them and the something still lurking behind Percy’s eyes, but Cassandra was too tired to care. She simply nodded, and slipped out of the car before he could say anything else.

The front door was locked – though, given the holes in the roof, and the broken windows, it afforded little in the way of security to the place. Still, the spare key was in the same place she remembered from her childhood, beneath a plant pot tucked into a gap in the wood store. It was a little rusted, a little weathered, but it still fit the lock well enough when she tried it.

By the time Percy had bundled their belongings out of the truck – two duffels and a backpack, a pitiful collection of whatever they’d managed to beg, borrow, and steal on the way there – she’d managed to get the door open, with a little shoving, and was poking around inside.

The entirety of the upstairs, and most of the downstairs, was unsalvageable, she was disappointed to discover. Between the caved-in ceiling, cracked windows, and general creeping rot and plant life, everything other than the entrance hall and downstairs master bedroom was uninhabitable. The ruined kitchen did, however, have several unspoilt cans of food, and the wardrobe in the bedroom had clean, if musty, bedsheets, so she supposed it could be worse.

“In here,” she called, softly, when she heard Percy's footsteps in the entrance hall. A moment later, she heard him grunt, quietly, as he set the bags down on the floor. “This is the only weatherproof room in the whole place.”

“Marvellous,” Percy muttered, dragging a hand through his hair. For just a second, Cassandra heard the old version of her brother in the clipped irritation and dry sarcasm of that single word. “Well, at least we have a bed, I suppose. You should get some rest.”

Cassandra, already in the midst of toeing off her shoes and getting ready to collapse onto the waiting mattress, paused. “What about you?” she asked, the curiosity in her voice flattened somewhat by exhaustion as she looked over her shoulder at him.

Shrugging, Percy flapped a hand at the bed, and let the corners of his mouth twitch up a little when Cassandra slumped face-first onto it with a soft groan. “I slept on the last leg of the drive,” he reminded her. “Besides, I won’t get back to sleep, after- right now. I’ll keep watch, in case anyone comes nosing around, do a little exploring, see if there’s anything useful lying around. Don’t worry about me.”

She hummed, low in her throat, sounding unconvinced even as she pulled the blankets on the bed over her curled-up form. “Are you sure?” she asked, eyelids already fluttering. The drag of sleep, now she was somewhere soft and warm and relatively safe, was inexorable, pulling her down, down…

“Positive, Cassie,” said Percy, gently, though her eyes had already drifted shut, breathing evening out almost immediately into the steady rhythm of a deep, exhausted sleep. “Get some rest. You deserve it.”

He got no answer, other than the faint, unnerving cry of some unknown animal, far beyond the walls of the decaying farmhouse. Sighing softly, Percy settled down cross-legged on the floor next to the bags, and began rifling through them – searching for an extra layer to ward off the faint, damp chill in the air despite the heat outside, and a torch to last him until daylight finally, inevitably arrived.

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Episode 52: Fossils, Jean Luc Picard & Metro Exodus

Oh my giddy aunt, will you look at that, we have reached 52 episodes! Wow, you like us, you really do, thank you.  Even more surprising is the fact that we haven’t had the ‘Mericans come busting through our doors looking for fossil fuels, erm, I mean terrorists etc. We have an amazing episode for you this week, starting with DINOSAURS!!! That’s right folks, dinosaurs, and the feather that covered them. It is much more interesting than you might think learning about the α and β keratins that make things such as hair, claws, horns, and feathers. This is combined with a look at some amazingly huge pterosaurs, namely the Quetzalcoatlus Northropi. A dinosaur the size of a small plane that could fly for days at speeds of 140-160 miles per hour, perfect for the get-away on the weekend and avoiding traffic. After this we are faced with news from Star Trek regarding Piccard no longer being a Captain, so grab your cup of Earl Grey Hot and strap in for this as it is amazing, particularly when we try to combine Doctor Who, Star Trek and James Bond into one movie or series. That’s right folks we have tried to combine three of the greatest franchises together this week. After this head exploding drama we look at the absolute mayhem and devastation that is the Metro Exodus leaving Steam debacle. It is such a disaster that you could be forgiven for thinking that we have visited a sewage treatment plant, and trust me plenty of that is hitting the fan over this. After this roller coaster ride we look at games such as Stardew Valley, Elder Scrolls Online and the fact that the DJ is still lonely in Fallout 76. So please, sit back and sip your cup of Earl Grey Hot as we take you on a journey through these topics. As always we would love to hear from you so feel free to drop us a line. As always stay safe, look out for each other and drink lots of water, thank you, so long and farewell.

EPISODE NOTES:

Fossil Feathers reveal

- https://www.sciencemag.org/news/2019/01/fossil-feathers-reveal-how-dinosaurs-took-flight

- https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Quetzalcoatlus

Jean Luc Picard - https://comicbook.com/startrek/2019/01/27/star-trek-new-picard-series-no-longer-captain/

Metro Exodus leaves Steam - https://www.gamespot.com/articles/valve-decries-unfair-decision-as-metro-exodus-leav/1100-6464623/

Games currently playing

Buck

– Elder Scrolls Online - https://store.steampowered.com/app/306130/The_Elder_Scrolls_Online/

Professor

– Stardew Valley - https://store.steampowered.com/app/413150/Stardew_Valley/

DJ

– Fallout 76 - https://fallout.bethesda.net/

Other topics discussed

Jurassic Park the movie

- https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jurassic_Park_(film)

Dinosaurs featured in Jurassic Park

Utahraptor - https://jurassicpark.fandom.com/wiki/Utahraptor

Velociraptor - https://jurassicpark.fandom.com/wiki/Velociraptor

Dinotopia the book series

- https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dinotopia

Skybax – Creature in Dinotopia

- https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Skybax

Stegosaurus

- https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stegosaurus

Ankylosaurs

- https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ankylosaurus

William Riker (Star Trek character)

- https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/William_Riker

Christopher Pike (Star Trek Character)

- https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Christopher_Pike_(Star_Trek)

Leonard “Bones” McCoy (Star Trek Character)

- https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Leonard_McCoy

Montgomery "Scotty" Scott (Star Trek Character)

- https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Scotty_(Star_Trek)

Star Trek Discovery (CBS Series)

- https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Star_Trek:_Discovery

Q (James Bond Character)

- https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Q_(James_Bond)

Q (Star Trek Character)

- https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Q_(Star_Trek)

Dr Who × Star Trek Crossover: Assimilation2

- https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Star_Trek:_The_Next_Generation/Doctor_Who:_Assimilation2

Other Star Trek Crossovers

- Star Trek × X-Men - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Star_Trek/X-Men

- Star Trek × Planet of the Apes : The Primate Directive - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Star_Trek/Planet_of_the_Apes:_The_Primate_Directive

- Star Trek × Transformers - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Star_Trek_vs_Transformers

Epic Games vs Steam: Which service is better

- https://www.theverge.com/2018/12/4/18124203/epic-games-fortnite-valve-steam-game-store-distribution-unreal-engine

Humble Bundle partnering with GoG

- https://www.gog.com/wishlist/galaxy/humble_bundle_intergration

GoG Connect

- https://www.gog.com/connect

4A Games (Studio behind Metro Series)

- https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/4A_Games

Star Citizen Lawsuit

- https://techraptor.net/content/star-citizens-crytek-lawsuit-might-be-coming-to-a-close-soon

Harvest Moon (Super Nintendo Game)

- https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Harvest_Moon_(video_game)

Stardew Valley game screenshot

- https://steamcdn-a.akamaihd.net/steam/apps/413150/ss_980472fb4f4860639155880938b6ec292a0648c4.jpg?t=1544807843

Stardew Valley Soundtrack

Wiki - https://stardewvalleywiki.com/Soundtrack

Full Soundtrack now on Youtube - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sfATf-aMvbA 

Bobby Vinton – Mr. Lonely

- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=djU4Lq_5EaM

Fallout 76 Premium leather jacket

- https://gear.bethesda.net/products/vault-76-premium-leather-jacket

Special Remembrances

- Space Shuttle Challenger disaster - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Space_Shuttle_Challenger_disaster

- Matt Rose (Make up artist for Hellboy & Ed Wood) - https://www.hollywoodreporter.com/news/matt-rose-dead-makeup-artist-hellboy-ed-wood-was-53-1180670

- Dick Miller (Gremlins & Terminator actor) - https://variety.com/2019/film/news/dick-miller-dead-dies-gremlins-terminator-1203124265/

Tim Cook blames China for weak iPhone sales

- https://www.thewrap.com/tim-cook-apple-china-iphone-sales-weak/

Fallout Nuka Dark Rum Review

- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9naBulH2e9s

Thirty-nine cent stamp of Hattie McDaniel

- https://www.mysticstamp.com/pictures/stamps_default/USA-3996.jpg

Shoutouts

29 Jan 1845 – Edgar Allen Poe’s The Raven was published New York Evening Mirror - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Raven

16 Jan 1974 – 45th anniversary of the Rubik’s cube invention - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rubik%27s_Cube

29 Jan 1980 – 39th anniversary of the Rubik’s cube’s international debut at the Ideal Toy Corp. in Earl's Court, London - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rubik%27s_Cube

30 Jan 1969 - The Beatles last performance on Apple records rooftops - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Beatles%27_rooftop_concert

Remembrances

30 Jan 1948 - Orville Wright, US aviation pioneer, dies of cardiac arrest at 76 in Dayton, Ohio - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wright_brothers

30 Jan 1991 - John Bardeen, American physicist, electrical engineer and co-inventor of the transistor (Nobel 1956, 1972), dies of heart disease at 82 in Boston, Massachusetts - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Bardeen

31 Jan 1956 - A. A. Milne, English author of the Winnie-the-Pooh books, dies of stroke at 74 in Hartfield, Sussex - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/A._A._Milne

Birthdays

29 Jan 1945 - Tom Selleck, actor (Lance-Rockford Files, Magnum PI), born in Detroit, Michigan - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tom_Selleck

30 Jan 1925 - Douglas Engelbart, American computer scientist (computer mouse, Engelbart's Law), born in Portland, Oregon - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Douglas_Engelbart

30 Jan 1949 - Peter Agre, American biologist & Nobel laureate, born in Northfield, Minnesota - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Peter_Agre

Events of Interest

29 Jan 1886 - Karl Benz patents the "Benz Patent-Motorwagen" in Karlsruhe, Germany, the world's 1st automobile with a burning motor - https://www.onthisday.com/people/karl-benz

Patent - https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/3/37/Patentschrift_37435_Benz_Patent-Motorwagen.pdf

Benz Patent-Motorwagen - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Benz_Patent-Motorwagen

29 Jan 1964 - "Dr Strangelove" or also known as Dr. Strangelove or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb, directed by Stanley Kubrick and starring Peter Sellers and George C. Scott, premieres - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dr._Strangelove

29 Jan 1993 - US postal service issues a stamp commemorating chemist Percy Lavon Julian - https://www.washingtonpost.com/archive/lifestyle/1993/01/29/julian-time-on-stamps/11382402-171e-4ee0-bb98-ca2777c44a3c/?noredirect=on&utm_term=.0b088e65149e

29 Jan 2006 - US 39-cent stamp is released featuring Hattie McDaniel in the dress she wore in 1940 when she became the 1st African-American actress to accept an Academy Award - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hattie_McDaniel

Intro

Artist – Goblins from Mars

Song Title – Super Mario - Overworld Theme (GFM Trap Remix)

Song Link - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-GNMe6kF0j0&index=4&list=PLHmTsVREU3Ar1AJWkimkl6Pux3R5PB-QJ

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