They/them Autistic, depressed, ADHD-ed young adult. I have decent writing skills and much poorer drawing skills which I use to share my hyperfixations with the world. Feel free to request anything, but I do not promise to deliver quickly, my strucks of motivation are decided by a drunk goblin operating broken wheel of fortune.
Hello! I love reading your headcanons and frequently come back just to read them but when I saw you had your requests opening wanted to give my own ask :)
Remember that one were farmer supposedly dies but comes back because the absolute GOAT Krobus saves the farmers life? Can we see how the RSV bachelors and bachelorettes react to that along with Isaac, Alesia and Jadu OR can we see how the SVD and SVE spouses + Isaac, Alesia and Jadu (with them already in a romantic relationship with the farmer) dealt with the loss during the months the farmer was gone. Thank you!!
Hey hey, dear anon 👋
I apologise for taking so long to reply, because i wrote a bit... more text than was intended, but I hope you like it! I chose the first option and will only describe the bachelors/ettes from Ridgeside Village, hope that's ok for you. Anyway, thanks a lot for the ask and patience! Have a great day ☺️💖
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RSV bachelors/ettes meeting with Farmer, who has been considered to be dead during the protection of the valley from the Gotoro Empire robot for a year
Jio:
Farmer stopped when the katana's point was literally a centimeter from their throat. Jio stared at them, examining them from head to toe, scrutinizing the features of Farmer's face or their metal arm. The elf still held his weapon tightly, ready to plunge at any moment into the flesh of what dared to pose as Jio's deceased lover, the hero who had saved the Valley more than once. "It's me..." "Silence!" Whoever was trying to trick him, do they think he would fall for it so easily? Pathetic scum! Jio was about to attack Farmer, if he and Farmer hadn't been interrupted by... his Lady?
"Put your katana down, Jio," Belinda spoke. "The person before you is indeed the real Farmer."
The weapon fell out of his hands, and his eyes watered a little. Is that really... His love, his flower... They're alive...? His Lady says it's them, but the elf senses a void magic around his beloved. It's like the one Gabriella's minions were enveloped in. What happened to them? Who did this.
Zayne:
"Madame! Mr. Zayne!" Sonny burst into the meeting room where the heads of the Amethyne family were with several other people. Outsiders were strictly forbidden to enter the room as family business was being discussed, but the anxiety with which Sonny repeated the name of the very future head of the family... Zayne stood and walked over to the faithful servant, who only mouthed "Farmer..." and that was enough for Zayne to rush towards the main entrance of the manor.
He almost fainted at what he saw.
Face in tears, a patch over the eye, one arm all scarred, the other replaced by a prosthetic... Thin and pale as death, but... alive. Standing before him... Zayne slowly walked up to Farmer and enclosed them in a tight hug, lost in feelings of happiness and disbelief, sobbing like a child while the rest of the Amethyne family len stood behind him, all shocked.
Anton:
It had been more than a year since Farmer had sacrificed themself, saving Anton and the rest of the valley from the sudden attack of the Gotoro robot, and the grief-stricken man had been practically absent from the village or Pelican Town for a year now, mostly shutting himself in his room and ignoring everyone. No attempts by his family to help him were successful, the former architect lay on his bed and listened to no one. Until one day, Kiarra flew into his room, shouting something about his dead lover. Anton only replied with annoyance that his sister's attempts to respond to her had gone too far, if she had decided to make such a joke. For which he got hit in the face with a pillow.
"You think I'd joke about something like that?!" The anger and tears on her face made Anton abruptly get out of bed to run with her to the first floor of the house.
Anton's eyes immediately became wet after he saw them, hugging Lorenzo and Shanice. Alive, they're... "FARMER!" They're alive...
Bryle:
Immersed in denial about Farmer's death, Bryle began searching for clues, looking at the last place his lover had been seen before the enemy's robot exploded, asking everyone what they had seen, down to the most minute details. He's no detective, but sure enough he knows that Farmer couldn't have died so easy! They only found the hand! And the bodyguard calculated in his head exactly where Farmer's body should have fallen, thrown off by the wave of the explosion - and they weren't there! He's not out of his mind with grief, he knows they're alive, dammit! Even that Jio thinks it's strange, and has started to help Bryle in searches.
It wasn't until the desperate man started to lose faith that Farmer showed up on their own.
Not heeding Jio's yelling, who warned him not to go near Farmer as there was something wrong with them, Bryle ran towards his lost lover, wrapping his arms around them and hiding his face in their shoulder. They were crippled but fine, and thankfully the elf's warnings proved wrong, this time.
June:
June's lighter would not give him a little fire, just enough to light his fourth cigarette of the day, and the pianist frustratedly gave up his attempts to smoke. He stood on a cold winter night near the monument made in honour of the dead Farmer, their voices echoing through June's thoughts, softly scolding their partner for frequent smoking. Heh, that's what they'd say.... if they were standing next to him. But they're gone, June's world won't be the same anymore. Empty, grey, without his beloved partner... He never got to tell them the most important thing, he never got to stop them, to persuade them not to run to certain doom, and now he's just-
"Wow, you all even put up a monument? I'm really honoured, you shouldn't have..."
Farmer's calm voice made June fall to the cold snow, and the eerie sight of them, because of the void magic, almost sent the pianist straight to his grave.
Philip:
Philip had no intention of drinking today at all. All the physical therapist wanted was to go somewhere private and honour the memory of his beloved Farmer after dinner in the Saloon. But he didn't notice himself ordering a mug of stiff drink, then a second, then another, until Gus stopped him and said sympathetically that the young man had had enough. Philip had been coming more and more often lately to an establishment where he could at least drown his sorrows for a while, but in his mind he knew he couldn't go on like this. And what would Farmer, his deceased lover, say if they saw him coming out of the Saloon now, staggering and reeking of alcohol?
"My soul, you've had too much drink..." Yeah, that's what Farmer would say- STOP.
In a flash Philip sobered up and, as if scalded with boiling water, he stepped away from Farmer and leaned his back against the wall of the Saloon. He did not immediately realise whether it was really Farmer, or whether he had drunk so much beer that he was hallucinating.
Sean:
"Sean? Sean!" "What- Oh yeah, delivering fishing tackle for Carmen, got it." No, Ian didn't want to chase his friend and colleague off to work, he just wanted to ask if Sean was okay. "...Okay? Hah, I 'love' questions like that..." No, Sean wasn't okay, because instead of celebrating his and Farmer's wedding anniversary, which should have been when he wanted to give them the pendant, he was "celebrating" the anniversary of their death, lost in memories and blaming himself for not being able to stop them, not being able to talk them into waiting for backup and not going into battle alone... Ian didn't know how else to help his friend and decided to just leave him be.
The creak of an old wooden door. Sean thought it was another customer, until he heard a painfully familiar voice calling him by name.
"F- Farmer..." Without an eye, pale and thin as a dead man.... Sean screamed, frightened by the sight of his lover, who he mistook for a zombie, and ran to the other room, for help.
Jeric:
*Knock, knock* Sigh, insomnia again... It was midnight and Jeric couldn't sleep. Today was exactly one year since Farmer had died in the battle with the robot sent by Gotoro Empire, and the young farmer continued to stare at the ceiling, tired and exhausted. *Knock, knock* The thought never left his mind of what would have happened if he hadn't let go of Farmer's hand. *Knock* If he hadn't let them fight the enemy alone. *Knock* If he- *Knock* Or for- What the heck is that sound?! Like someone throwing rocks at his window! Jeric got up and now there's going to be trouble for whoever decided to bother him-
"Please follow me, Farmer awaits you."
What... But Farmer is- !!! Who was that in the first place?! Jeric ran out into the yard in just his pyjamas, trying to keep up with a small black figure moving away towards the woods. Who was that standing in front of him!? Hey, wait! Why are you running?
"My love... It's cold outside right now. You'll catch the cold like that."
Jeric cried as he recognised the taller figure standing in the darkness not far from the Ridge forest. Krobus hides in a nearby bush and smiles at the couple.
Shiro:
If it wasn't for the support of his family and friends, Shiro wouldn't know what he would have done. Only his life started to get better as fate decided to send him another test. First the loss of being able to move normally, the loss of seeing his parents like he used to because of him, and now the loss of a loved one... Not only was the veteran's mental state shattered, but his physical one as well: the stress and worry after the loss had taken its toll on his health for a whole year. And only Shiro began to get used to the new world without Farmer, as one afternoon he heard the scream of the younger brother. With such speed as he could he ran to the source of the scream and saw them...
Though it was a miracle that Farmer had turned out to be alive, Shiro felt himself gasping for breath, and the world before his eyes became blurred until everything was plunged into darkness. He would wake up already in Paula's clinic, with Farmer sitting next to him and holding his hand, sobbing.
Kenneth:
"Wait! Who are you? How did you- augh!" Kenneth stumbled over the rocks several times, but still managed to keep his balance and not fall to the dusty ground. He was already losing his strength, though, and this strange dark little... someone, who had spoken Farmer name, the hero who had died a year ago in a battle with the Gotoro robot, and told him to run after them. Where to- why? How do they know Farmer! The electrician stopped to catch his breath, wondering how much longer to run. But the small figure had already fled, and just as Kenneth thought it was someone's evil joke, a cold metal hand touched his shoulder.
"Kenneth, it's really you!"
He turned around sharply and was about to scream, but a hand covered his mouth. "Shhh, it's me. Please don't scream, I'll explain everything to you, i promise."
Ian:
"Please... leave me alone..." But the knocking on the door of Ian's room continued like that, even getting louder. The man only wished for privacy today at Odd Jobs, to not leave his room and for no one to come in for at least a while. It certainly wasn't Sean, as he was going to be at Pika's with Blair until midnight, and not the customers, since it was a day off. Then who was knocking so persistently on his room while he was grieving the loss of Farmer, who had died a year ago, damn it?! Pain was replaced by anger, and Ian, getting out of bed and stomping like a bear, finally opened the door.
"THERE WAS A "CLOSED" SIGN OUTSIDE! WHAT DO YOU NEE-" "Ian..." "!!!!!!"
In an instant, the rage from Ian's red, crying face was gone, replaced by pure shock and horror. His body went limp and he collapsed, falling right on top of Farmer, who, not yet fully recovered from their year-long coma, fell with Ian.
Corine:
Corine sobbed and was overwhelmed with so much emotion that the words she tried to speak could not be made out. Cries of joy that Farmer was alive, screaming of pain from years of loneliness, grief and loss, angry shouting about where her dear Farmer had been all this time, what had happened to them, why they couldn't get in touch! She, as well as Ezekiel, who had returned home just a few minutes ago and caught sight of the sobbing daughter of the dead, as everyone thought, Farmer, joined them too, hugging them and sobbing as well.
So many questions, especially on the fact that Corine feels a strange aura around Farmer, their eye covered by the cloth, the cold from their metal hand. But that's later, they're alive, and here with her and her father.
Sitting on the roof of the house, Helen felt the tears on her face, the joy that Farmer was alive. But also the prick of sadness... She longed to join them, to hug her beloved husband and daughter, and the person who had become a part of her family.
Alissa:
When Alissa opened the doors of her house and saw Farmer right in front of her face, she squealed in terror. So loudly that Farmer fell right on the porch, stunned by the sound wave. The frightened young woman continued to scream, running to different parts of the room before huddling in a corner and watching in horror as Farmer approached, covering her face with her hands. Farmer had been presumed dead for over a year now, and this person had the features of her deceased beloved, but with major differences: the empty eye socket with some sort of black smoke coming out, their body itself is covered in some kind of dark smoke, and in Alissa's eyes it's was not her Farmer, but a monster.
"Shhhh, it's okay, it's me... Alissa, it's me...." Trying to speak as softly as possible, Farmer squatted down and tried to comfort her, their heart breaking at the sight of how much pain their absence for a whole year and reappearance had brought her.
Flor:
White noise in her ears, blurred silhouettes before her eyes... For a whole year Flor had been walking in such a state, every day the world seemed to be in a thick fog, every night the same dream, the same familiar figure to whom she begged to stop, not to go to certain doom. Farmer's death is very hard on the red-haired young woman. She sincerely understands her problem, that she needs help, but there is no way to get out of this fog. And so, lying on the bed in her room, she sees again this nightmare, the dark silhouette of her deceased beloved.
But this time, the figure doesn't evaporate.
"Flor....?" She slowly approaches, the familiar facial features becoming clearer and clearer. "Dear, it's me..." She takes off her glasses. "Flor..." She touched their warm cheek with her hand. The mist in her eyes all dissolved, allowing her to see Farmer's scarred face. And after a moment, the picture before her eyes blurred again, but already from tears.
Daia:
All the people of Stardew Valley may have mourned the loss of a friend and hero of the entire Republic, but Daia continued her search for Farmer. Traces of void magic, missing a body other than an arm - something's wasn't right. She believed it, and so did her Lady and Jio. But it had been a year now, and no sign that even the elf and the head of the Cult were beginning to wonder if they'd made a mistake. Daia continues to desperately search for any clue as to where her love might have gone, refusing to believe that Farmer who fought off attacks from Gabriella's minions could be so easily killed by a Gotoro robot.
For a whole year, the ninja had been running around looking for the one who had been in the valley all this time.
The light smoke around their body, the black nothingness in the right eye, the hand made of pure iridium... Daia's mind told her to stay away, that it was a trap, but she listened to the voice of her heart and, with lightning speed, ran towards her beloved, nearly knocking them over and hugging them tightly. The long-awaited reunion.
Blair:
"¡AAAAAH! ¡Dios mío! Blair jumped up and down on her bed in surprise, so startled was she by her mother's loud, blood-curdling scream. She'd never heard anything like it in her life, except in horror movies. The young fisherwoman ran out into the hallway, seeing Carmen lying on the floor, fishing gear scattered beside her. "Mamá, what happened? Why are you-" Just as Blair scooped up her mother and tried to lift her up, she turned her gaze to the front door, where Carmen continued to stare at her with shocked eyes.
Someone in a dark cloak, features the young fisherwoman couldn't see properly because of the long hood. Her thoughts darted between the thief and her biological father. Until the stranger finally revealed himself.
"Blair... Mrs Rivera... It's me, Farmer."
A pale Blair collapsed next to her mother, good thing at least she didn't fall on the sharp fishhooks.
Maddie:
Maddie believed that if she delved deeper into her work in the lab, that if she started taking on overtime, it would help her forget the pain of losing a loved one. Yeah, right. She looked so miserable that even Mr. Aguar, who was always complaining that he needed her at work on the weekends, almost forced her to go home, to rest and sleep. But nothing would help her, neither sleep, food, nor support from the locals. Farmer is gone, they have fallen to the death of the brave, and nothing will bring them back.... Tsk, Aguar is bothering her again. She's already put those vials back, leave her alone-!
"Maddie? My love, is that really you?"
The ginger young woman turned around at the all too familiar voice, and gasped loudly, passing out and nearly landing on the ceramic floor. Her mind was a blur, with Aguar and someone who looked like a Farmer above her head shouting for ammonia before her everything went black.
Irene:
She added salt instead of sugar again, for the third time. Surprisingly, Madame still hadn't kicked her out for another spoiled tea, only scolding her. Irene was still reeling from the tragedy, losing focus more often than not, unable to recover from the shock. The chef missed Farmer's voice in the kitchen at the mansion, how they had tasted dishes and appetizers together, how they had sat under the tree in each other's arms... How they had promised her, with a smile on their face, to come back as soon as they stopped the robot built by the national enemy. Irene was so deep in her memories that she didn't hear someone come into the kitchen. Probably Louie for his sandwich-
"Honey..."
All the china that was in the young woman's hands flew down, shattering. Pale as a ghost, missing an eye, but... alive. Not believing it wasn't all a dream, she slowly walked over and hugged them tightly, her loud sobbing startling everyone in the mansion. "I promised I'd come back."
Kiarra:
Standing like a statue, afraid even to move, Kiarra watched in horror as the person she thought dead during the defence of the Valley stood before her, alive and unharmed. Well, almost unharmed: a huge scar covering the entire left side of their face, an empty dark eye socket, a hand made of metal she didn't recognise. But the same face, the same smile, the same voice. They were saying something, but she couldn't hear them at all, and only when she felt their hands on her shoulders did she do something that both Farmer and the graphic designer herself were shocked by.
Kiarra pushed them away.
Confusion, fear, anger, pain - all mixed into one storm and flew towards Farmer. Where have they been all this time?! They couldn't just walk back into her life after a year of mourning like nothing happened! She screamed, beat their chest with her fists, and cried, no longer resisting her lover's embrace. Farmer sobbed as well and whispered their apologies to her.
Paula:
"My dear, calm down, I realise you are scared and confused right now, but listen to me..." Paula wasn't about to listen to a pale stranger who looked too much like her lover. Yes, they have Farmer's voice, Farmer's face, Farmer's clothes (the same ones they wore the last time Paula saw them alive), but their right eye, or rather the lack of it, their purple metal hand, and that smoke.... No, it wasn't her Farmer. The military doctor slowly pivoted towards the kitchen cupboard, trying to fumble for scissors, knife, fork - anything that could serve as a means of self-defence. Too bad her army knife was in the other room...
Farmer paused, seeing that no words could change her mind to calm down. "Paula, it really is me..." It would be a long time before Farmer would have to prove it to her, but for now they shouldn't come any closer, for she was already holding a steel knife in her hands.
Ysabelle:
"Hey dear, it's me. I brought you flowers, your favourite. How are you? I'm doing business as usual, helping grandpa with the tourists at the hotel, practising my new ballet move. It took me three days to make a perfect fouetté, but I finally did it! Hmm? The weeds have started growing again? Sigh, I just pulled those pests out the other day, and they're growing back. Pesky little things, aren't they?" Silence was Ysabelle's only answer as she squatted down and with quick movements began pulling out the weed sprouts near the memorial shrine where Farmer's name was engraved. Finished with her cleaning, she straightened up and stood silently by the shrine, feeling a lump appear in her throat and her eyes water slightly.
"I miss you so much..."
"I've missed you too."
Farmer who had approached Ysabelle so suddenly, scolded themself for scaring their lover into fainting.
Faye:
"AAAAAAAAAAAAA!" Farmer thought that showing up at Faye's place late at night was a good idea, as it eliminated unnecessary attention, and they wanted to explain what had happened to them to her first. They guessed that she would be very shocked, after all, they themself were shocked that they hadn't died in that fight with the Gotoro robot, but had survived thanks to Krobus. They were ready for crying and screaming... But not really for sharp scissors thrown in their direction, rolls of cloth and other things that the young waitress caught in her hand.
"Monster! Get away!" Ah, right, their appearance had been permanently altered due to void magic. But not that much, right? Jjust an eye. And an arm. And a skin. Only fifteen minutes later she would fall to her knees and start sobbing, and Farmer would crouch beside her, afraid to hug or touch her and whisper 'I'm sorry...' over and over again.
because @lily-alphonse mentioned needing more rasmodius & elliott, and i was inspired with this story by @hullygeee that the two of them collaborated on. thank you for being lovely people! 💜
I love how humans have literally not changed throughout history like the graffiti from Pompeii has people from hundreds of years ago writing stuff like “Marcus is gay” “I fucked a girl here” “Julius your mum wishes she was with me” and leonardo da vinci’s assistants drew dicks in their notebooks just for the banter and mozart created a piece called “kiss my ass” so when people wish for ‘today’s generation’ to be like ‘how people used to’ then we’re already there buddy we’ve always been
The Hagia Sophia has inscriptions that were considered sacred for centuries until they were deciphered in the 70s to be Nordic runes saying “Halfdan wrote this”
my old english prof told us that theres a cave in Scandinavia where a viking gratified some runes like 14 feet up on the wall and when they finally reached it all it translated into was “this is very high”
It genuinely upsets me that there are people who call this animation and voice acting bad, there’s so much heart and soul on display in just this clip alone
people who are just finding out about internet tracking and data mining in the year 2025 and that your special robot friend does not respect your privacy lol
Sometimes I HATE having audhd. I’m either in depression and have no energy and enthusiasm for anything, or I’m hyperaware of all the projects I begun and want to do them all at once.
Folks, friends, y’all…. esk*mo is a slur. I understand a lot of people don’t know that, I don’t want to be a dick about it, but I’ve been seeing it in fics. Wanna write “esk*mo kisses”? Just say “nuzzled noses” or something.
I’m not here to call anybody out, it’s been in multiple fics, I’m not vague posting. This is just a psa. 👍🏻
[Text Description: “Hey! Reminder: Eskimo is a slur. It means ‘snow eaters’ in Cree and is a slur against Inuit . Also don’t use ‘Eskimo kisses’. It’s called Kunik. It is a greeting mostly used for family… Kunik was how I’d greet my mom and grandmother as a small child.” /TD]
Thinking about Shane and Elliott a lot lately, and I feel like Elliott would be just the best dad to Jas
- She’d wander in while he was doing his hair and he’d put hers up too (he doesn’t pull like Shane does)
- Making up little ditties on the piano for her (Shane would come up with lyrics to make her laugh [usually including the word ‘butts’ and ‘toots.’])
- Absolutely tireless at story time. Sometimes Shane will come in and Elliott would still be reading while Jas was fully asleep (he needed to know what happened!) (mutual favorites included A Wrinkle in Time and The Phantom Tollbooth)
- Walks down by the ocean to make fairy houses (Jas liked to collect the shells, Elliott was in charge of decorating. If Shane was with him he’d take over structural duties)
- Sneaking her extra cookies at family dinner when Marnie wasn’t looking.
- Setting up baths for her with just an insane amount of bubbles.
- Coming up behind Shane while he watches her play. Squeezing him around the stomach, a whisper: “she’s such an incredible soul. You’re doing such an amazing job”
