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it's gotta be the muscle mass...
I’m coming out about the fact that I’ve been playing Stardew Valley for half a year now
I don’t really know what to say, but @bluepatt and I got addicted to this game and then accidentally found our spouses (still crying because Linus told me no)
Also I have never drawn myself next to a playable character and I don’t really like such things BUT ALEX DID NOT GIVE ME A CHOICE 😭😡
Alex: I just saw two primary school kids in a fistfight, so obviously I had to step in.
Penny: Oh, good for y—
Alex: They didn’t stand a chance >:]
Random but I have 115.2 hours on Stardew valley
I want to thank everyone so much for the support on my timeskip bachelorette art!!! Glad you were all excited to see the boys. Hopefully I didn’t keep you all waiting too long and hopefully I did them justice! Here they are! (and Krobus)
(Also. If you like these and want me to draw your farmer smooching their spouse, I can! My commission info is here)
The Bachelors and what they would do when they're angry
(Idk why I thought of this)
Elliott
I don't think Elliott would be quick to physical anger, but he also seems like the type to carry a glove just in case shit goes down
Insult his writing, annoyed and hurt but not angry
Insult his partner/ family... run
Mans is either going to outwit you or try to out last you in a competition
Sebastian
I feel like seb would alternate between one of two reactions depending on the situation.
He would either cuss someone out
Or using Abigail as an attack dog
For the most part, though, prepare to be glared at
Shane
Plain and simple
It's either a bar fight
Or Marnie dragging him away before he can get into a bar fight
Harvey
Man doesn't know how to fight for shit
He's a doctor. tf do you want from him?
He would use those "threats" that are along the lines of 'I hope you stub your toe.'
He'd probably feel bad after TBH
Sam
He would forget why his mad in like an hour or so tbh
Mess with his family he'll make your life hell
I'm talking like minor inconvenience after minor inconvenience until you get so fed up you cry
He would "accidentally" run over your foot on his skateboard
He's just petty
Alex
The only reason he's going to try not to get into a fist fight is because he'll be scolded by Evelyn
Isn't anti violence by any means, though
He used to play football, he's no stranger to tackling someone
You know he's strong af too
Respect the grandparents, and there won't be a problem
I wrote this last year and I just finished it 😅
Add Alex and this is basically how my first play through is going, lmfao.
POV: You got 8 hearts with all the bachelors/bachelorettes, so everyone kinda flirts with you
fuck horoscopes, tell me who you romanced in stardew valley
stardew valley headcannons (part one!)
im going to start occasionally posting batches of my stardew valley headcannons because god i love stardew valley and i must share!
cw: mentions of homophobic family, alcohol, and alcoholism
sebastian is wasian! his dad (robin's ex) is asian.
demetrius is autistic
maru gets a lot of silk presses, which is why her hair is straight. her hair is a bit damaged as a result.
if the farmer does not marry haley or alex, they choose to get together to be each other's beards (companions)
in relation to the last one, haley and emily's parents are homophobic & alex is afraid to come out to his grandparents due to them being "old-fashioned", which is why they choose to become each other's beards
Pam started drinking more heavily after her husband died
feeding the 2 Alex stans one drawing at a time
Since your asks are open...a friends with benefits situation with Alex. Mayhaps Alex and farmer catch feelings, writers choice. Thanks. ✌
Alex FWB
18+ 🌱 NSFW 🌱 MDNI
Ohhh man you opened the door for ANGST so. Angst. NSFW under the cut!
“I’ve got you,” he breathes, pressing her against the door, “it’s okay.”
Dizzying. Everything’s dizzying between the presses of his lips and the wandering of his hands. Alex has his hands posted at the backs of her thighs, backing up and nearly staggering, but never threatening to drop her as he finds his way to the bedroom.
She wishes—not for the first time—that she had a sturdier bed. One Alex could throw her across and fuck her into the sheets on.
“Alex,” she chews her lip, batting her eyelashes up at him. She’s needy, “please?”
He’s so weak for it when she asks nicely. His face flushes and his eyes wander, and she fights the urge to make fun of him. That’ll come later, when they’re both goofing off and playing video games or working out.
Now she can’t risk killing the mood. Even if she thinks it’s so cute to see Alex bashful like this.
“How do you want me,” he smiles sheepishly when he asks, leans down and delicately places a hand on her thigh. Like they haven’t done this a million times. Like he wasn’t just carrying her. Like he couldn’t throw her around and take however he wants.
Considerate. He’s always so considerate.
“I want—” she stops, considers, “let me be on top?”
Alex is all too eager to comply. He’s shedding her clothes with a gentle purpose, trailing his mouth along newly exposed swathes of flesh and dropping everything gently into a pile. Until the both of them are undressed, and he’s on his back and she’s nigh on devouring him.
He smells like the shampoo she likes. His hands are on her hips the way she told him to do. His sounds are so hot, and beautiful, and painfully familiar that it aches.
Alex is comfort. Coming home after a long day. Drinking hot tea on a cold morning. Watching a movie for the hundredth time. That’s what he feels like.
It’s something that’s quickly becoming a problem. Something she’s getting too used to, needing too much.
It takes almost nothing before he’s inside her. Inch by beautiful inch, filling her in the way only he ever has. She can feel his hips twitching against hers, his thighs shifting and his fingers flexing, and she knows he’s holding off for her. Waiting for the okay, for the go ahead to fuck her so hard she sees stars.
“Alex,” she purrs it against his mouth, circles her hips and laces her fingers into her hair, “fuck me.”
And he does. Deep and hard and not too fast. He’s mindful not to grip her hips too hard, fingers flexing even as he flushes from his hairline to his collarbone.
He doesn’t ever leave marks—said it would be uncool. That if she got with somebody else, they might get the wrong idea. Plus, no evidence means nobody asks questions. Because what would granny think, him messing around with a friend he’s bot even dating.
She wishes he would. That he would bruise her and press himself into her skin. She wants to tell him that she’s not going to get with somebody else. She wants to tell him that she wants everybody to know what they get up to.
Because if they all know, maybe they won’t try to take him away. Nobody else will think they can have him, because he’s perfect and she’s selfish and she’s beginning to think she can’t spend her life having him but not having him.
She’s crying. Long since folded over on his chest, gasping and begging against his collarbone and so desperate to leave a hickey there. To leave them everywhere. To paint him in the purples and blues of someone who’s taken.
“Do you want me to make you come?” Alex’s voice is soft, if strained, and she can’t do anything but nod against him. Right now she’ll have to content herself with her tears drying on his skin. It’s not permanent, not visible, but it’s the best she has.
He does make her come. It echoes through her body; down and back and back and back again, and she thinks she would be falling apart if he weren’t holding her so tight. If he weren’t moaning sweet praise into her hair and bucking his hips like he’s trying to burrow himself inside of her permanently.
When he finishes she feels unsatisfied. She couldn’t handle any more, and he made her feel so fucking good, but she’s not had her fill. Because him being finished means him leaving soon. And she’s insatiable—she needs more. Needs him to hold her, and kiss her, and stroke her hair, and tell her he loves her, he loves her so much he can’t live without her anymore because she can’t live without him.
“You alright?” Once he has his presence of mind, he’s gentle in detaching them. He brushes the sweaty hairs out of her face. Rubs the places he knows she gets sore because he’s working on his physical therapy and he doesn’t want her to get all out of place, he said. Forces her to drink some water because he gets anxious about dehydration, especially when she gets weepy. Asks her if she wants something to eat because she just burned a lot of calories, and because she needs to refuel.
She wants to tell him to stop, that it’s too good, that it’s sun so bright on her skin it’s burning.
“Hey,” Alex strokes her face in the way he only ever does when he wants her attention, “you seem…I don’t know. If you want, I can stay? I know we don’t do that, really, but I could.”
“Granny would—“ she starts, and she sounds tired and like her protest is as forged as it is.
“I’ll worry about Granny,” Alex says, and tucks himself into her bed. “You seem like you need a friend right now.”
She doesn’t explain why that makes her sob, even when he asks.
