Sam Is Literally The Type Of Dad To Use The Vacuum Hack To Tie His Kid’s Hair

Stardew Valley Dating Simulator Proyect ✨✨

Hello!!! I’m Sun, head of this project and artist. We’re looking for people to make this thing happen!! This is just the first concept art for what the final game will be haha

Anyone with art, game developing or writing experience who loves the game is welcome!! (we’re not picky we desperately need help 😭)

If you’re interested you can contact me here (official account for the game) or on my TikTok @sunnorelli.

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Masterlist

welcome to the masterlist! reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated.

Stardew Valley

Sam

Sebastian

Haley

a full list of my works can be found at this tag: #key’s-vault

i have wips for seb, haley and shane and i dont know what to finish first 💔

hullo tia!! i love lovr loveee your writing!! i was wondering, do you have some specific recs for harvey and sam fics? 🫶🫶

oh boy do i !! i love giving reccs and shouting out some of my favourite writers, so i hope you love these fics as much as i did 🫶

* = the fic features nsfw content; not suitable for those under 18.

harvey reccs:

echos and equilibrium* by @hotelraleigh

this series is honestly one of the best, the way raleigh writes slow burn and tension ?? i'm a blushing mess every time. the perfect balance of angst, comfort, and smut.

A Blunder, a Bluff, and a Bet with Fate* by @mossymountain

mossy is a phenomenal writer; this series is a masterclass in narrative tension, character development, and realism in a fantasy setting. cannot recommend this one enough aaa.

Torment by @nanamikeento

you already KNOW i adore this fic, but let me praise it some more !! the dialogue is so tender,, and the atmosphere gabi manages to craft in a fairly short story is just... astounding.

Harvey being your husband would include... by @jupiter-letters

i need this old man so bad y'all,, these headcanons are so spot-on, and so dreamy <3 jupiter managed to capture the vibes of a classic 90s romcom with this one and i am Swooning !!

sam reccs:

8:05 by @peeweekey

anytime key writes a sam fic it's perfection !! she's an incredible writer who has mastered writing fluff, and i honestly can't wait to read more !!

Drunken Nights* by @deepestnightcolor

in vino veritas, my beloved <33 theres no way i can review this fic while remaining sfw, so i implore you to just read and enjoy.

Drained (chapter one) by @coughedfeathers

i know it's strange to include just one chapter of a fic here, (the first chapter is sam-specific) but !!!!! i love some good comfort/fluff, and the author's writing is descriptive and warm-- cannot recommend his fics enough <3

Puppy!Sam* by @sashiavi

,,i hauve covid,,, everything risa writes makes me feral, but her puppy!sam fics destory me. he really is such a good boy !!

i wrote something for the demon slayer fandom but i feel like its too random to share over here 😭

salmonberry season

Spring is winding to its end in Remoria Farm—Ambrose likes the tartness of salmonberries, and Milene likes him.

original characters, Milene & Ambrose (!!!) ; farmer/farmhand

Ambrose thrives in the valley.

Milene knows because she watches, always watches him. She knows that he hums to the beat of cheesy love songs while watering parsnip seedlings. That he likes to lie in the chicken coop and cuddle the hens in his arms when he thinks she isn’t looking. The townspeople that laugh brightly when talking to him—they like him, it’s obvious by the way his arms are never empty from a trip to the town, there’s always another pot of soup or a jar of pasta sauce.

Most of all, though he can’t recognize it himself, Milene sees the bright spark in his eyes.

She remembers what they looked like before they moved to the valley, dull and unfocused and so far away. His office job in Joja made him slowly waste away. Now, the green in his eyes shine whenever he wrangles a particularly fussy fish, or when the two of them stand side by side in the kitchen, following televised recipes that leave the house smelling deliciously of caramelized onion and garlic.

Even now, when they sit under a thick branched tree away from the hot midday sun, Ambrose keeps the twinkle in his gaze. Sticking side by side, they share a handful of spring salmonberries—handpicked by Ambrose himself. The berry is sweet and tart, sticky and viscous all over her fingers and lips. She wipes the red stained juice smeared on her fingertips off on the hem of her shorts.

Absentmindedly, Milene reaches to pluck another pea-sized berry from him, but he twists his body away, hiding the salmonberries with a faux frown. She stretches her arm farther, reaching for the berries, resting her other palm on the grassy bed below. She shoots him a puzzled look.

“You had your share,” he says. Milene raises a brow. “The rest are mine.”

Huffing, Milene reaches again, her arm bumping his shoulder. Ambrose, this time, fully turns his back to her and protectively cradling berries to his chest, making the reach unsuccessful. She scoffs at his childishness and pokes him in the side.

“Selfish.”

Ambrose wiggles his eyebrows, aiming a smug smirk at her. “And you’re a leech,” he replies just as fast. “If you joined me in picking berries we’d have more, but you didn’t. You get what you get.”

“Excuse me,” she forcibly rests her weight against his back. Ambrose breathes on a wheeze as she leans over him. “I’d assume you’d be able to do something as simple as that on your own.”

Milene can hear the smile in his voice. “Picking berries is not simple.”

“Putting up with a brat like you isn’t simple either,” she replies dryly, pinching at his ear. “What did I do to deserve this? You’re breaking my heart here, I’ll have to go back to my dingy apartment in Zuzu city to save some face.”

Ambrose stiffens, his back ram-rod straight, his lips pressed into a line when he looks back at her. Milene sits back, the sudden change in atmosphere making her heart rate spike—did she say something wrong?

Milene rests a steadying hand on her chest. Damn this man for making her emotions run all over the place.

His hand flexes and rubs absentmindedly at the denim of his overalls. A nervous tell of his, for what reason he is buzzing with nerves she can’t tell.

“—Ambrose,” she can hear the high pitchy quality in her voice, she cringes inwardly. “You eat a rotten berry or something? What’s up?”

Small steady streams of light filtered through the branches shine on them, Ambrose turns his head back and looks her directly in the eyes.

“Don’t say that,” he says under his breath, Ambrose speaks it like a secret along with a long suffering sigh. Like he’s been hiding the sentiment for a while. “Don’t say that you’ll leave.”

Oh.

Immediately, Milene feels the giddy swing of her stomach, the knotting and unknotting of her gut as giggles slip past her berry-stained lips. Ambrose fixes her with a weak glare, more of a pout if anything.

His posture is significantly more relaxed when he goes to chastise her. “Dude, not funny—”

Milene takes the opportunity to pluck a salmonberry from his hand while his attention is taken away. “Very funny. Hilarious even.”

His frown deepens as she pops the berry in her mouth, but she knows better. The twinkle in his eyes are bright, overwhelmingly so. The sight makes her heart swell and threaten to burst out of her chest. It’s honestly kinda terrifying.

“There’s nothing for me in the city,” she murmurs, pressing her thumb and pointer together, they stick together with berry juice. “I won’t leave, ever.”

Ambrose snorts, bringing two berries into his mouth, his lips stained red along with it. “What if there’s a drought and we lose all our money?”

“Hell no,” Milene entertains his inane imagination. “You wouldn’t survive without me. You’d die of loneliness, or starvation.”

“Gee Milene, you really know how to cheer a guy up.” he deadpans.

“Not trying to cheer you up,” she smirks. “It’s just the plain simple truth.”

He narrows his eyes. “Okay, but what if—”

“No,” she interrupts, waving her hand. Milene tucks her feet closer underneath her, staving off the brunt of the summer heat.

She rests her hand by his side, studying his face intently. The curve of his nose, the slope of his cheeks and the cut of his cheekbones, his eyes—his eyes that glitter and shine like emeralds.

Milene thinks that she can stare into them forever.

“Besides,” she shrugs, “I like to watch you. You’re happy, I’m happy too.”

i love you sam here's a 24 pack of joja cola

more sam stardew valley thoughts from discord!!

sam being raised in a very military household is so important to me. calling his parents as ma'am and sir, getting married in a navy uniform,,, i don't think he would've ever enlisted but that idea was probably always hanging over his head, that was probably why he was so rebellious and so against authority, "see? i'm not fit to be an obedient soldier!"

getting married to the farmer and getting to live a comfortable, peaceful life would've been such a breath of fresh of air.

closeted mean girl haley who kisses her friends to share lipgloss….

i havent been spiraling about sdv lately… do you guys want to hear about my ocs,,, ok bye