#sam stardew valley
Doodles I still like to look at. ✨
Merry Christmas everyone! Hope y’all had a good day and evening
Wanted to celebrate with a secret Santa gift for @ilustrasol with the ASS gang~!
I need to develop them more.
Re teaching myself to draw traditional
Have a small sam drawing :3
Do you think this would be an actual thing they would say to each other yes or no
The last of my Stardew Valley AO3 reposts! This was first a Luau Festival prompt, but next my take on a backstory for Sebastian’s line: “One year Sam put a pound of anchovies in the potluck soup. Ever wondered why Sam leads the town in community service hours?” Personally I like to imagine this story taking place the first summer after Sebastian’s 18th birthday.
Title:Luau Mayhem
Word Count:1,598
Summary: Someone sabotaged the soup! While the governor is being treated at the clinic, Lewis hopes to find out who did it.
The good news: the Luau was stopped abruptly.
The bad news: the mayor was furious.
Sebastian watched as the visiting governor writhed in pain and began to swell upon tasting the potluck soup. His half-sister Maru and Doctor Harvey quickly rushed him to the clinic to treat him, while everyone else who was still on the beach when they left were forced to help with cleaning up the event, all while Mayor Lewis pulled people aside one by one and interrogated them behind the run-down cabin.
Sebastian had wandered all around the beach, picking up litter in an effort to stay low enough on Lewis’s radar that the true culprit would be found before he could reach him. He noticed Abigail doing the same thing. Sam, however, was holding his toddler brother while his mom helped with taking down the decorations. Unfortunately, Sebastian’s efforts were in vain. His desire to hide away from the festival brought him high on the pecking order, and despite Sebastian’s pretending to not hear him as he picked up trash from the ground and rounded behind groups of people, Lewis only got angrier and started shouting his name to the point that everyone else was watching too.
Reluctantly, he followed Lewis behind the cabin. Thankfully his mom didn’t try to clear his name, and trusted that Sebastian could clear his own. Or she thought that he may have done it? Whatever.
Lewis pulled a small notebook from his pocket and clicked a pen. He glared into Sebastian’s eyes, willing them to be intimidating. Joke’s on Lewis; he stopped being intimidating a decade ago.
“Good day, Sebastian.”
“It wasn’t me, old man. And if you have any other questions, just get to the point already.”
Lewis huffed, but flipped through his notebook.
“Right then. So, at what time did you arrive at the Luau?” he asked.
“Same time as my family did, I don’t know. Nine in the morning?”
Lewis hummed as he jotted a note in his book. Probably to keep track of people’s alibis. Ridiculous. “And who did you… hang out… with?”
“No one. I walked on the dock and sat behind the Fish Shop the whole time.”
“Uh huh,” he said skeptically. “Did you ever go back to the beach for refreshments?”
“Twice. Once for some crab cakes and punch, the second time when the governor tried the soup.”
Lewis raised his eyebrow. “Where were you when the governor tried the soup?”
“Edge of the beach, right next to the dock.”
“And how close did you get to the cooking pot?”
“Never touched it.”
“Hmm…” Lewis thought aloud again. “Recite to me the events surrounding when the governor tried the soup. Start at about when you heard me announce the time for soup.”
Lewis was looking for something specific. There was no way he could find it in Sebastian; Sebastian was sure of it. “Alright. I was sitting on the dock when you called for everyone to come in. I sat up, extinguished my cigarette, and walked onto the beach. You said something about hoping everyone put in high-quality ingredients.”
“I’m going to interrupt you–”
“Just get to the point.”
“What did your family put in the communal soup?”
“I believe Mom and Demetrius gathered some of his extra mushroom specimens and added them to the soup.”
“Have you seen what anyone else added to the soup?”
“No sir, I was sitting at the dock, like I’ve said a few times already. Are you already getting forgetful, old man?”
“I’m the one asking the questions here!” Lewis thundered. He glanced into his notebook. “Now, where was I…?” He ignored Sebastian raising his eyebrow. “As you were with the story.”
“Fine. After the last call for putting in ingredients, you took a ladle, filled a bowl, and passed it to the governor. You saw the look on his face, right?” Sebastian couldn’t help but to smirk here. “His face twisted up like he tasted something rank, and so he spilled the broth back into his bowl until he found a fish in his giant spoon. It was the funniest thing I saw all summer.”
“What kind of fish?”
“I heard a buncha folks say it was an anchovy. I never saw it up close though; I was away at the edge of the beach.”
Lewis wrote some notes, and scanned over them.
“Am I clear to go now?”
“One minute.” Lewis wrote for another minute, then finally passed a note to Sebastian. Sebastian raised his eyebrows, appalled. The fine read:
On this day, the 11th of Summer, Sebastian has been sentenced to 15 hours of community service, to be completed by next week, as consequence for putting one pound of anchovies into the potluck soup at the Luau festival.
“Excuse me?”
“I’ve looked over my notes, and you’re the most suspect.” Lewis said matter-of-factly.
“With what proof?”
“You have no witnesses to say where you were, for one.”
“Abby was also on the docks! She’s seen me go to be alone.”
“You have no idea what else was added to the soup.”
“Because I don’t snoop around asking people what they put in.”
“And finally, that empty tin of anchovies in your hand!”
Sebastian was furious. “I was helping pick up the litter on the beach!” He shouted indignantly. “And I can’t give you fifteen hours in the next week. I have a big project to finish up by then.”
“Then you should have thought of that before you put the anchovies in the soup.”
“I never put anchovies in the soup!”
“Mayor Lewis!” The two turned to see Sam walking over with a very guilty look on his face. “It was me. Leave Sebastian out of it, I acted alone.”
“Don’t tell lies to get your own friends out of trouble.”
“It’s not a lie! I have my receipt from Joja Mart right here.” Sam fished his hand in his pocket and handed Lewis a crumpled up Joja blue receipt. Sure enough, it recorded the transaction under Sam’s name.
Lewis grunted. If Sebastian was only suspecting that Lewis had it out for him before, this only confirmed it. He glanced to Sebastian, then to Sam, then took back Sebastian’s fine for community service, and wrote on it again. This time, he crossed out Sebastian’s name and wrote down Sam’s in its place.
“Don’t forget the hours reduction for coming out clean,” Sam said with a muted smug smile. Lewis grimaced as he crossed out 15 hours and wrote 10 in its place.
“Fine. Sam, I expect to see you on the front steps of my manor at eight o’clock sharp in the morning.”
“I’ll be there, sir!”
Lewis huffed. But now that the culprit has been found, he decided his attention was better spent going over to the clinic to check on his beloved governor. And at that point, the beach was already cleaned up. The sun hadn’t even begun setting. Sebastian dared glance at his watch. It was only 2:30 PM.
Sam let the fullness of his cheeky grin shine. “Good work, Sebastian!”
“Hey, you too. Great timing.”
Sebastian suddenly became aware of Abigail walking up to them from behind. “I can’t believe it worked!” she squealed.
For Sebastian especially, the Luau was easily his least favorite town festival. Not only was it always planned on the hottest day of the year, which often was cloudless, but everyone was expected to spend nine to twelve hours sweltering outside on the beach next to a giant cooking fire, all to worship was usually a barely mediocre soup. The best part, though no one ever said so aloud, was Gus’s appetizers. He’d make so many, anyone could easily fill themselves without ever touching the soup.
“Thanks for suggesting to hang on to the receipt, Abby.” Sam said. “Lewis nearly booked Seb anyway despite having no evidence.”
“I honestly thought that he’d accuse me. He’s been looking at me funny ever since I started dying my hair.”
“I’m not surprised.” Sebastian shrugged. “I swear, the old man’s been out to get me ever since I started smoking in public.” He shook his head. “Makes me feel less sorry about this.”
“Yeah. I’m glad you figured out Governor’s aller–”
Sebastian shushed him.
It was pure luck that he was just outside Lewis’s manor when he overheard him talking on the phone with the governor a week ago. But it was Sam’s idea to use the governor’s fish allergy to end the Luau festival early. As long as they don’t mention the allergy itself, they can play off the incident as an honest prank gone wrong rather than malicious. Everyone knew that the vegetarian-friendly requirement Lewis recently established for the soup was suggested by the governor’s wife and not the governor himself. The governor had been seen on several occasions stopping at the Stardrop Saloon during his travels to enjoy a large steak or an occasional crab cake before making his way back home.
“Ten hours later for ten hours now? I’ll take it!” Sam cheered. Sebastian was just relieved his friend the saboteur volunteered to take the fall from him. “Maybe this time Lewis will finally have me start building a skate park.”
Abigail laughed and turned toward the bridge to town. “So, my place, guys?”
Sebastian and Sam nodded, and together, they nabbed more of Gus’s appetizers and made their way to the General Store. With so much more day ahead of them, finally they could enjoy their own Luau traditions of snacks, video games, and movies, all under an air-conditioned roof.
Reposting once more. This one was based off the prompt: “A character’s guilty pleasure or favorite way to unwind or relax.”
Title:Nothing Ever Happened
Word Count:1,061
Summary: Haley enjoys the evening alone… until she realizes just how much her neighbors can see and hear.
Haley grinned excitedly to herself after her sister left for work.
As much fun as it was to go out and take photographs of nature and talk with Alex as she had earlier that day, secretly she greatly enjoyed the time alone at home. Today was one of those rare days where Haley actually enjoyed the healthy dinner Emily prepared earlier that day, so after she ate, she carried her radio to the kitchen, turned up the music, and made a small melon cake, just the right size for her and her alone.
Now the typical playlist she would use when she went out in public consisted of the usual modern boy bands and strong independent women, the stuff people barely tolerated and would think “ah, typical Haley” when they heard it. Like they expected someone with her personality to enjoy the style of music. While enjoyable regardless of their opinion, this playlist, however, was filled exclusively with the stuff she wouldn’t be caught dead enjoying in public, from cheesy 80s power ballads to Disney songs.
She placed her pink cake in the oven and set the timer. She paced into her bedroom, carrying her radio with her, and began to dance. Now keep in mind this isn’t her usual inspired-by-a-cheerleading-routine style of dancing. No; this was her freestyling just like any other stereotypical white girl. She even lip synced as she danced. Yoba forbid her sister knows that she dances like this.
But it wasn’t Emily that caught her tonight. This was so much worse.
Haley opened her eyes, and found her neighbor Sam staring back at her from his room next door. She shrieked and tripped on her way to her window. Without giving him a second look, she forced the curtains shut and turned off her radio.
Idiot! She thought. Why didn’t you make sure your window was shut first? Haley felt as if she would die of shame. She almost didn’t catch that the oven timer beeped. Thankfully she went to the kitchen and saved the cake before it was too late.
As it cooled on the table, Haley pondered if she could bribe Sam to keep silent about the incident. But as far as she knew, the punk knew no shame. He led the town in community hours, not by accident. It seemed that he weighed the punishment of getting caught against doing what he wanted to do, and decided that the price was worth paying. What could she possibly offer to persuade him not expose her silly song choices?
Then as her thoughts quieted just a little, she heard a guitar playing faintly. It took a bit for her to recognize the tune: the very song she was dancing to when she made eye contact with Sam.
Oh Yoba. Sam’s playing her guilty pleasure song for the whole town to hear. Haley wanted to curl up into a ball and disappear. She saved up enough money to go live in the city now, right?
She glanced at the cake at the table, and knew it was her best chance. She transferred it onto an expendable paper plate, then followed the sound of guitar back to her window.
Slowly, she partially opened the curtain, and saw Sam sitting in his open window as he played the cursed melody. Haley could never listen to it again. Not while Sam knew she enjoyed it. Then she pulled the curtain open. The punk next door seemed surprised to see her again.
Haley gestured for him to walk over, and Sam set down his guitar before closing the gap between them and reaching her window. Regretfully, she passed the pink cake to him.
“Is this for my amazing arrangement of the song? Very well, I accept!”
“No, you idiot! I’m bribing you.”
“Bribing me?”
“You saw and heard nothing from me tonight!” She hissed. “Play anything else but that song. Please! You must have any other song you can practice.”
Sam shrugged. “Okay.”
He walked back to his house, cake in tow, and climbed through the window into his room. Then he started playing another song.
But it was another song from her shameful playlist.
NO!!
He would never let her live it down, would he?
As Haley despaired, she watched as another person walked into his room. It was his mom, Jodi. She smiled brightly as she entered his bedroom.
“I didn’t know you knew how to play this song!” Haley could hear her exclaim. Then she began to dance along, even more clumsily and cringey than Haley had.
“Mom!” Sam stopped strumming his guitar and tried to hush his mother. His cheeks flushed into a prominent shade of red. He was so obviously embarrassed. Haley thought this was too good to be true. Sam continued to hush her and tell her he was going to bed now, even while Jodi was performing the sprinkler without any music.
Finally, she gave up the dancing and bade her son good night as she left the room. Sam leaned his back against his shut bedroom door and combed a hand through his hair in relief. Then he remembered her. The mischievous grin and smiling eyes he wore not too long ago vanished, and a frown matched with the dread in his wide eyes took its place.
Haley tried to keep her face as neutral, void of emotion, as possible as she waited to see what Sam would do next.
He reached for his cell phone, and typed into it. A second later, Haley’s phone beeped. She checked its messages. There was one new one.
Nothing ever happened. – Sam
Haley smiled cheekily as she replied: That cake on your desk says otherwise.
With a frown on his face, Sam picked up the pink cake, carefully climbed out his window, and placed it on her windowsill.
“Nothing ever happened.” She repeated.
Sam nodded in agreement and returned to his room empty handed. Both shut their windows: blinds, curtains, and all.
Haley received one more message that night, from a different cell phone number: Could you teach me how to make that pink cake before Vincent’s birthday next week? – Jodi
Haley sighed deeply. It was a price she was more willing to pay for their silence. She took a bite of her own delicious cake, rightfully returned to her, and texted back: Sure thing.
Another AO3 repost! This was inspired firstly by an old prompt: “Write a story with the line: ‘What did you just do?’ as an opener.”
Title:Doctor Pringle
Word Count:1,560
Summary: Jodi takes her sons to the Pelican Town library. A few days later, she takes Vincent in for his first doctor’s appointment in Pelican Town.
“What did you just do?!”
Jodi loudly whispered to her sons. Vincent giggled madly in the library.
“Nooo-thiiiing…” Vincent drew the word out, and his smile said that it was so much more devious than just nothing. And Sam wasn’t helping either.
It had been nearly a year since Kent took off to fight in the war. To take their mind off the gradually more scary updates on the war against the Gotoro Empire (and thus more nerves about Kent), Jodi thought it would be a good idea to take her boys to the library that Saturday morning. She grabbed a bag with some snacks and they were off to spend the day in the library. When Sam disappeared around the corner, she had thought that he went to talk with Penny, Sam’s friend (maybe more?) and Vincent’s school teacher. To wind down and pass the time, Jodi picked a romance novel from the shelves and began to read.
A few minutes later, she heard the crunch of chips. Like the snacks she had in her bag. She checked the bag, and sure enough, the small stack of sour cream and onion Pringles had disappeared.
“Sam!” she asked again.
“Yeah, Mom?”
“Did you take any snacks out of my bag?”
“Of course not.”
Unfortunately for her, Sam had a lot more experience lying, and after she peeked through and around the shelves, she didn’t see any evidence of the missing tin of chips.
Disappointed, she slunk back into her seat, held the bag at what was left of the snacks in her lap, and returned to reading.
“A reminder, boys: dinner tonight is lentil soup.”
“Aw…” Both boys whined, but they said nothing more. They knew what crime they were guilty of, and this was Jodi’s easiest way to punish them without telling them it’s a punishment. If they were innocent, they were more likely to put up a fight about dinner plans. But as they didn’t fight, she knew they had indeed taken the chips. She smirked at her little victory.
After she finished the chapter of her book, content with its premise, she told her boys to quickly finish choosing their books and the three went over to Gunther to check their books out.
She thought nothing else of the day’s incident.
~
A few days later, Jodi walked her son Vincent to the clinic. Vincent had a 1 PM appointment for his next round of vaccines.
Jodi winced. More than anything, Vincent hates going to the doctor. She warned him of the visit a few days ago, of course, but if it wasn’t for Sam helping to take him mind off of the visit and it being Vincent’s birthday yesterday, she would have heard so much more pleading and begging than she already has. She was already beginning to feel a little crazy. But he’ll just have to deal with it, just as she deals with him.
Her phone buzzed in her pocket. It was the reminder she set to remind her of the time to leave. Also, a text from Caroline: Good luck with Vincent today!
Jodi smiled. Her friend remembered the conversation they shared two days ago and her concern with how well Vincent will take to visiting a new doctor. She quickly texted her friend and fellow parent back: Thanks!
“Vincent!” She shouted from the kitchen. “It’s time to go!”
Vincent sniffed. He had been crying on his bed since she told him they were going to the doctor ten minutes ago. “Do I have to get my shots?”
“Yes, dear. They will help you become big and strong.” Speaking of big, was Vincent a little short for his age? Another question she would have to ask Doctor Harvey.
“Like Daddy?”
A pain shot through Jodi’s heart. “Yes, Vincent, like Daddy.”
Thankfully, this comparison helped him find the resolve to make the brief walk to the clinic. Jodi held his hand as they slowly walked to the clinic. Maru, Robin’s daughter, smiled at them and checked them in for the appointment. Jodi hoped Vincent’s bit of courage and inspiration would last long enough to make it through their wait in the lobby, but to no avail.
Vincent shifted in his seat, and a little tear streamed down his cheek. “Mommy, don’t make me do it.” His wide, glistening eyes begged. The poor boy was so nervous!
Jodi sat him onto her lap and gave him a big hug. He squeezed back. “Be brave, Vincent. Think of your father.”
Vincent nodded, but still clung to her like a monkey. Her little monkey. Gently she rubbed his back to console him.
Finally, she heard the door open, and in came Doctor Harvey, a tall man ten, maybe fifteen, years her junior. He smiled when he looked over to them. “Vincent, is it?” he asked in a pleasant voice.
Vincent pulled himself from Jodi and nodded to the doctor.
“I’m Doctor Harvey.” The kind doctor said. “Let’s go to the examination room.”
Jodi and Vincent followed him down the hall. Harvey had Vincent weighed and his height measured, and recorded the numbers on his clipboard. Then they walked into the exam room. The room looked just like any other exam room in Zuzu City, except that it was a little bit small, and an out-of-place tin of Pringles sat on the countertop.
Vincent leaned into Jodi’s side, as if to shrink away. But she didn’t understand why he was staring at the tin of Pringles, until a closer inspection, that is. This tin had rounded rectangular glasses drawn on Mr. Pringle, and a shirt and jacket drawn around his tie. She glanced at Doctor Harvey and recognized the resemblance. The green tin even almost matched Harvey’s signature sport coat.
“Oh, that?” Harvey chuckled. “I found it in the library a few days ago. I thought nothing of it at first as it was empty and near a trash can, but then I spotted the drawing on it. I liked it so much I decided to keep it.” He then looked at Vincent. “Do you happen to know who drew it? I’d like to ask for his autograph.”
“It was me!” Vincent laughed. “I drew the glasses.”
So that’s what he was snickering about in the library, Jodi realized. She found herself smiling and stifling a laugh.
Harvey grabbed the tin, and carried it and a marker over to Vincent for him to sign. Next to the can, she realized, were a tray with Vincent’s shots all ready to go.
Harvey let Vincent write his name on the tin in big fat letters that looked more like squiggles than letters as they wrapped around the container.
“Hmm…” Doctor Harvey thought aloud, “this looks like my own signature.”
Jodi and Vincent cackled as Harvey placed the Pringles tin back on the countertop, Mr. Pringle’s face and the V in Vincent’s signature pointed out to them.
“So Vincent, why did you go to the library on Saturday?”
“Mom wanted to go!” Vincent replied merrily. “She wanted us to look for a few new books to read. But I don’t read books as big as hers. I like to play with my toys!”
And in the middle of the sentence, Doctor Harvey managed to put a sanitizing wipe on Vincent’s arm and put one shot into it. Vincent’s eyes grew wide in surprise. Jodi feared he was going to cry.
“I– I didn’t feel anything!” Vincent exclaimed.
“Good.” Doctor Harvey smiled. “I was just about to ask if you did. Now, how about you tell me more about your toys?”
Vincent babbled on about some of his favorite toys: a train, a funky green creature called Foroguemon (not FrogMan, Foroguemon) that acted as both a superhero and a bad guy. In the meanwhile, Doctor Harvey managed to give him his other shots, all while Vincent was distracted from talking.
And, most importantly, Vincent allowed it to happen.
“Alright, Vincent,” concluded Doctor Harvey, “you’re finished with your shots!”
Vincent nearly stood up in his seat. “Hooray!” He cheered.
Jodi couldn’t help but to smile as well. The day she feared would go so wrong went so well. To her relief, Pelican Town’s doctor could make her child feel at ease. No other had been able to accomplish that before.
“Doctor, do I get a lollipop for being so brave?”
“Vincent–”
“It is fine, Jodi.” Harvey reassured her. He knew perfectly well of the Zuzu City doctor custom of rewarding children with lollipops after their doctor’s appointment. “As a matter of fact, Maru has a bowl of sugar-free candies at the front counter for brave patients such as yourself, Vincent. You may pick one, but you might have to wait until after dinner before you can enjoy it.” He glanced back at Jodi.
Jodi released a sigh of relief. “Yes, you can pick your candy now, and eat it for dessert after dinner.”
“Yay!”
The three walked down the halls and back to the main lobby where, sure enough, Maru had a bowl of candy waiting. As Vincent sorted through the bowl, trying to pick the best and biggest piece of candy, Jodi whispered her thanks to the good doctor and he cleared up some of the questions she had.
She’ll have to order pizza and bring out the ginger ale for dinner tonight.
❤️
