I can feel The dryness of those markers in my bones
Fun fact those dry markers were supposed to have water put into them to make them work. You take off the bottom thing and pour water in and bam, instant marker success. Only learned about this four years after I’d lost my set 🙃
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Hey. Reblog to save some poor kid lots of grief.
Fucking what?!
Every ‘90s child on Tumblr raises their head in outrage.
I just stood up so fast and snatched mine out of my closet brb going to the sink
Of Lilies and Sunflowers Commission from my friend Rinny on the East Scarp discord.
Cambria x Sterling
(note. Sterling is from the mod Always Raining in the Valley made by the amazing HimeTarts) (2nd note. if you’re interested in my modding adventure, or to learn what the hell I’m talking about join the discord!)
I always find it fun to think about how the different NPCs would react to the farmer. They eat algae raw. They don’t give a shit about the rain. They’ll hand you your favorite snack without you telling them what it is. They just moved from the city. They know how to play the mini harp. They see skeletons hanging out in the mines and move on with their day.
Edith is my farmer character! I hope you enjoy.
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“Where’d you get this?” Sterling traced a finger up and down Edith’s hip where her sleep shirt had hitched up.
(Well, technically his, but he wasn’t complaining.)
A long, jutting scar wore into the skin. He pressed a kiss to it, earning him a small murmur of approval from his girlfriend.
Edith watched him contently. Sterling had nestled himself between her two legs. She absently ran her fingers through his hair, occasionally scratching at his scalp with dull nails.
She blinked, lazily. “Skeletons down in the mines.”
“You’re kidding.”
“No, I’m not.”
Sterling looked up at her from where he had laid his face across the interior of her thigh. He squinted.
She stared back, unbothered. Her hair, prematurely gray (from her mother’s side, apparently) fanned over the pillows. She was up early enough that she would meticulously have it braided by now – but Sterling had happily convinced her to stay in bed.
Perks of the winter, no matter how ass-off cold it got, was convincing the farmer that chores could wait.
He went very still. Edith didn’t make a move to say gotcha!
He inhaled. “You’re not fucking with me?”
Edith raised her eyebrows and so, very casually dropped the craziest shit he’d ever heard: “Didn’t you see the skeletons on Spirit’s Eve? Marlon and the guild caught some to freak everyone out.”
“No? I– Mia and I stayed in for the Scarp party, Edith. What the fuck?”
She looked amused. “No childhood spelunking in the mines?”
He scoffed, “Fuck no. I was stupid, but not that stupid. You’re telling me there’s just – full on, bones and all, walking around, in – the dark?” He grimaced at the thought.
As a 16-something who didn’t really give much of a shit in science class, most lessons passed through one ear and out the other.
But Mr. Park had pulled out a skeleton that year, and told the entire class, gravely, that it was real. That stuck. As well as a few of the bones he had to memorize.
The farmer – more, the warrior, nodded. “Yes. They also try to kill you. Though there’s torches!”
Sterling sat up, gravity forcing him forward. Edith caught him at the chest, hands tempering his fall. He guffawed. His hands framed her head. “That’s fucking terrifying!”
“Yes,” Edith laughed, long and delirious, “It is. It was a bitch to do the stitches for this.”
“You did your own stitches? Why the fuck didn’t you go to Harvey, like, immediately?”
“I saw amethyst,” Edith explained, as if that made perfect sense. “I had to get it.”
Sterling stared down at her. It gave him an opportunity to see just how pretty she was like this; tired brown eyes and a hazy smile that spoke to contentment. He felt some thrill as he felt her long legs lounge across the small of his back. She was taller than him by a couple inches. He loved it.
Her lips drew into a sheepish line. She sighed. “It’s rare. Abigail loves the stuff, sue me! I wanted to save some for her birthday.”
“Edith.” He sighed, half in awe, half in worry. He wasn’t sure how he’d thought he’d been the one being babysat when she’d first ducked into his life. The woman made it a habit to go to impossible lengths for gifts for the townspeople, himself included. “I’m pretty sure Abigail wouldn’t want you dying for some amethyst for her.”
She pinched his cheek. He snapped his mouth at her finger, and she laughed, returning her hands to wander his hair. “I wasn’t dying then. I have some medical training, anyway. It was fine! Harvey fixed it after.”
Sterling frowned. He began to let himself down, resting his head against her chest. “Fixed?”
He heard the sheepish smile before he saw it. “He said I could workshop it some.”
Sterling from the Stardew valley mod “Always Raining in the Valley” that goes with East Scarp (cuz i have been binge playing and falling in love with this sweetheart)
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10:21pm
July 23, 2023
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