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More Stardew NPC sims: (mouse hat vendor, travelling merchant, the witch, bookseller)

The witch:

The travelling merchant:

The mouse hat vendor:

The bookseller (new patch):

Here are the in-game references:

I gave some of them names, the witch is called Dominique, Travelling merchant is called Charlotte , Mouse vendor is still just "mouse hat vendor" haven't decided yet, Bookseller is Jude. So my witch sim is gonna be mischievous and evil (though nothing too bad), mainly cause that's how I perceive her but also cause I wanted the save to have someone I could be "bad" with. I might make the henchman later but not really sure if I want to rn. The bookseller is actually one of my favourites he's this weird kooky hippie old man with a kind of playful spirit who sells books and has a hot air balloon I mean how could I not make him? He gives me Doc Emmet Brown vibes but maybe less crazy. Though he is the type that eats raw garlic and does yoga in the rain so maybe he is also a little eccentric. The mouse is so cute I love how they turned out, and I'm happy with the travelling merchant too. Honestly I thought I'd enjoy making these kinds of characters less, and I left them till last, as they're barely even interactable/in-depth and don't have portraits but it was actually way more freeing to make them in fact, I wanted and do my take on them and I'm really looking forward to building their lots too. About the cc: I don't know if I'll do any lookbook/cc lists for my stardew characters for this save, it's mostly just a personal project for now but I'll consider it if anyone really wants. Also WCIF friendly 100%, let me know if there's a cc thing you would like for your game. Some of the content is just from sims packs. I swear to Yoba I'll try to upload some of the main characters/bachelors/bachelorettes too💜it's just that I took a lot of those off the gallery and have seen so many people do them and mine aren't that much better lol and also didn't really remember how much I've changed them.

🍄You can see all my other Stardew stuff (sims and builds) here🍄

🍄Simdew valley pixel art CC set 🍄

everyone adores you (at least i do)

pairing: sam x reader

wc: 1.1k

tags: CHEEEEESY cheesy cheesy puppy love, mutual pining, sam is PATHETICALLY down bad, pre-relationship, abigail and sebastian mentioned, friends to lovers

synopsis: if it were up to sam, he'd spend every second of everyday at your side.

a/n: in all of my other sam fics, its reader embarrassingly in love with him...he gets a taste of his own medicine here lol!

With vanilla ice cream melting and dripping down your fingertips, coarse sand underneath you and the salty ocean waves lapping at your feet; you are a child again, sitting with your grandpa at the docks, watching as he reeled in a ‘big one’. Filling his bucket with loads and loads of fish.

Those days are far gone now, but the memory remains, as clear as the day you remember it. The feeling is nostalgic, sleepy in the way your senses are dulled by syrupy thick contentment. Beaches at sunset have that effect on you, you suppose. 

“This is fun,” Sam says, tone lacking its boisterous loudness, you almost don’t hear it over the sound of crashing waves. “I had a lot of fun today, farmer.”

Your eyes flicker to him, his green gaze dead-set on the peachy golden sky, the taste of sea salt mingling with sweet ice cream heavy in your tongue. The sea breeze is cold, whipping against your face and running through your hair.

“I did too,” you agree. “Y’know, I don’t get a lot of off time with the farm and stuff. This is a nice change of pace.”

He smiles, that sunshine smile you’ve come to associate with Sam. “I caught you at just the right time then, huh?” 

You shrug, your own smile mirroring his. “Auspicious.” He did.

The sun is setting, the day is coming to a close yet Sam wishes it wouldn’t, silently pleading with any higher being to somehow stretch time. He is barely a religious person, but the weight of his want is enough to transcend his own beliefs. Every second with you barely feels like enough; like sand slipping through his fingers.

One thing’s for certain, Sam isn’t going to just let it end here.

“We should hang out like this again,” Sam says, a little hurriedly, captured all in one breath. Shy and tentative, like a bashful child with a school crush. “Uh, I mean, do you? Wanna? Hang out with me?”

You can barely suppress a delighted chuckle from slipping past your lips, your chest warming with fond affection. “I’d be more than happy to. Yoba knows I need a break or two or I’ll actually explode,” you huff while Sam hums in agreement. “We can even invite Abigail and Sebastian… so can demo that new song for me, I see you all working very hard when I visit sometimes.”

He should be happy to hear that; that you’d be more than happy to spend your precious off time with him out of all people. You and him, him and you, Sam and the farmer. Your name connected to his with ‘and’, it makes him giddy, causes his cheeks pinken and pinken. 

Just the two of you, though. Sure, he loves his friends, Abby and Seb have been with him since day one. But it feels out of place—

(Sam, Sebastian, Abigail and the farmer doesn’t have that ring to it…)

“Yeah, I—I dunno, it’s just…”

The unfiltered truth is stupid, at least to him. Vincent is far too young for some of the things Sam longs to say. There’s a reason Abby and Seb hang out under his nose, he won’t blame them, they have their own secrets he isn’t privy to—too serious, too dull for him.

(And now with you, he thinks you might just be the one he can share his own secrets with. Because even he has his own serious, dull thoughts. Thoughts that he doesn’t want brushed away with a snarky remark or a sarcastic laugh.)

“I kinda like that it’s just the two of us?” 

His voice sounds unsteady, squeaky. Trailing off at the end, lost in the sound of water crashing at your feet. Phrasing his statement into a question that you could deny, that you could easily brush off—because if you did, he would too. 

(It would be a bummer if you did though, but Sam is cool with that, chill with any decision you make. Really, he totally is.)

You grin, bumping your shoulder against his, your ice cream is dripping down, down, down your knuckles. Once your skin meets his, you don’t pull away, you press closer and closer to his side. Leaning your head against his sunburnt shoulder—but he barely registers the sting—and your arm against his own. It’s a pleasant weight, having you against him—grounding and tethering him to you.

“I do too. Like it, I mean. I think I get to see so many other sides to you, Sam. Without the others and all that.”

Sam feels his breath hitch, his cheeks flush even pinker even with the sunburns. “Woah, phew, I mean—awesome… When, when do you think we can meet next?”

You tilt your head, running calculations through your mind. You’re very busy on that farm, he knows; but Sam can’t help but keep his hopes up, you’re fun company. Maybe the best he’s had yet.

“I know I won’t have enough time until my melons are ready for harvesting—and don’t you dare try making a joke about that,” you smile, wide and cheeky. Right as Sam readies an innuendo at the tip of his tongue; it makes his blood pump faster and his breathing stutters at the thought of you knowing him so well. 

“So how about this?” you propose slowly. “We spend one day every month doing all the stuff we wanna do, together. just you and me—fun right? I’ll even sleep a little earlier the night before.”

Sam bites into his ice cream—chocolate and your treat, at your insistence—though he isn’t quite sure if the immediate smile on his lips is due to its sweetness, or yours.

He leans closer into you, resting his head on top of yours, strands of your hair tickling his lips. Lowering his voice into a whisper so only you can hear.

(The secret is that you make Sam want. Want, want, want like he’ll never get sick of it. He hoards these stolen moments with you so greedily yet wants more.)

“…two days, two days each month.”

He feels your body shake with the strength of your laughter, warmth swirls all throughout his body, tingling wherever your body brushes against his own. Sam finds that he likes the feeling, the buzz of it—it’s addicting.

“Yeah, alright then,” you reply, mirth dripping from each and every word. “two days. We have a deal. Better?”

“Yeah,” he turns back to face the water, the ocean spray misting his face. “Yeah, a lot better. That does sound fun.”

Anything sounds fun when it involves you.

Low effort doodle of Farmer Worm and Elliott <3 more on the way

Been awhile since I drew Elliott and Worm angst. There's a fic idea that goes wi5h this if anyone is interested.

So I left this up for a week because I thought no one would vote 😅

But y'all did <3

Fic under the cut to save space

Warning: arguments, brief mention of suicide

Angst to fluff

Misc. Info: Worm is the name of my farmer

"I'll come get him in the morning. Thank you, Dr. Harvey." Elliott hung up the phone and sighed. Worm passed out in the mines... again. The next morning, Elliott got dressed and set out to go get his husband. "Hello, Dr. Harvey." Elliott said, failing to hide how tired he was. "Good morning Elliott, he's over here." Harvey led Elliott to Worm's bed.

"Hi El," Worm said quietly. "Hello dear." There was a slight anger in Elliott's greeting. Worm stood up, and they walked back to the house. Once inside, Elliott let out a loud sigh. "Dear, we need to talk."

"Look I know I probably worried you but I'm fine like always"

Elliott turned around quickly and stared at his partner. "That's the problem." He said sharply. "You don't take proper care of yourself, you don't take any emergency equipment with you, you either get home late or not at all, how cant you see what's wrong here?!" Worm looked shocked. He didn't realize how much this had been affecting Elliott. "Baby, I'm sorry but-"

"But what? You'll be more careful next time? 'it won't happen again'? You say this every time and every time I believe you when I know I shouldn't." Elliott could feel tears welling up in his eyes, but he refused to acknowledge them. "I worry about you day in and day out, and it's almost like you don't care about your own life!" Worm looked into Elliott's eyes, tears streaming down his face. He took a step twords his husband, resting a hand on his cheek and wiping away his tears. "I'm so so incredibly sorry, my love." Worm said quietly. He didn't know what he could say to calm Elliott down. Worm took a deep breath and wrapped Elliott in a loose hug.

Elliott relaxed into Worm's arms and pulled the blue haired man into his chest. He felt himself begin to cry again. "I know this is your job, and I admire your dedication, but if you could take a break from the mines at the very least and stay home with me, I would be very appreciative." Worm nodded his head and led Elliott to the couch. Elliott laid down as Worm got comfortable on his chest. Being careful of his wounds, he rested his hand on Worm's back and stroked his hair.

"I know nothing I can say will make you forgive me, or believe me, or anything of the sort, but I hope that at the very least you'd still like to stay with me." Elliott looked down at Worm and kissed his forehead. "I believe our vows included 'till death do us part' did they not?" He asked rhetorically. Worm smiled. He would do every in his power to make it up to Elliott, and that was a promise he was determined never to break.

The two men fell asleep on the couch, holding each other close. Ensuring that nothing could hurt their loved one.

Been awhile since I drew Elliott and Worm angst. There's a fic idea that goes wi5h this if anyone is interested.

I made Worm in this stardew valley charter creator (I found it from tik tok)

Fem: https://jazzybee.itch.io/sdvcharactercreator

Masc:

https://jazzybee.itch.io/sdv-creator-masc

(If there's an issue with the masc link, scroll down after opening the fem version, and there will be a button to switch to the masc version)

I also made me irl :)

MY MANSSSS-

My husbandos 👨🏻‍🦰👨🏽👨🏻

They're ✨✨SLAYING✨✨