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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~!
Birthday gift to the funky lad @unnocturnal✨✨
Protective Sebastian
The idea of my farmer hurting her feet because of the boots came from my own experience. We’ve been wearing boots for nearly a week now because our place is flooded, lol. And my feet are hurting.
Faustine got pregnant with her first child during summer and Sebastian just wants her to rest ever since they found out about it.
Seb Headcanon: He doesn’t wear his piercings when he’s at home.
I also changed my farmer’s hair color because her old one made her look like poop.
“Hop on… I wanna show you something.”
It’s been so long since I last posted here and something related to Stardew Valley. Everyone’s still simping for Sebastian, I believe? Lol I feel like I should stop accepting Sebastian commissions. Or Sebby 10 Hearts Event commissions.
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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.
Repost time! This one was based off the prompt: “Write a short involving a group of at least 3 separate parties communicating with one another via text or phone call.”
Title:Addicts Anonymous
Word Count:1,006
Summary: Dr. Kim Zhang, MD, a psychiatrist based in Zuzu City, alongside her personalized appointments, also hosts anonymous chatrooms for addressing her clients’ and guests’ mental health and leading them to help each other improve. This evening’s session is specifically for addicts seeking to wane from their addictions from the Stardew Valley area.
Anonymous Addiction Recovery Group - Stardew Valley Area
Wednesdays at 6:30 PM
DoctorKimZhangMD: Welcome to today’s Anonymous Addiction Recovery chatroom. Thank you all for coming!
3SpicyChickens: youre welcome
ThankTehBusDriver:whatever
DoctorKimZhangMD: It’s good to see you two back again!
DoctorKimZhangMD: I see we have a new guest with us today. Welcome ObsidianVoid420!
ObsidianVoid420:hey
DoctorKimZhangMD: In these chatrooms, we talk with each member of the group one by one. We talk about how long you’ve been dealing with the addiction (substance disclosure not necessary), what you have done to fight the addiction, and then suggest tips and ideas on how to cope.
DoctorKimZhangMD: 3SpicyChickens, would you go first today please?
3SpicyChickens:sure
3SpicyChickens: since college, I sometimes drank, like in parties or with friends
3SpicyChickens: it started being a problem about five years ago, but I didnt accept that it was until a few months ago
3SpicyChickens: since the incident, ive been trying to cut down. I still go to the bar, but I go home for a couple hours first. I started drinking only one beer each night rather than three or more
3SpicyChickens: I tried to go without the one beer like dr zhang suggested last week, but its hard. I make it a couple hours, but during the last hour the bar is open, I end up buying one
ObsidianVoid420: have you tried choosing a s***ier beer?
DoctorKimZhangMD: ObsidianVoid420, please refrain from swearing.
DoctorKimZhangMD: But ObsidianVoid420 has a good point with choosing a different drink. May I suggest water?
ThankTehBusDriver: water is so boring
ThankTehBusDriver: wat about sparkling cider?
DoctorKimZhangMD: With or without alcohol, BusDriver?
ThankTehBusDriver:…
3SpicyChickens: sparkling water might work
DoctorKimZhangMD: Good idea! Let us know next week how well the sparkling water works 3SpicyChickens.
DoctorKimZhangMD: ThankTehBusDriver, your turn.
ThankTehBusDriver:fine.
ThankTehBusDriver: I only joined this group a couple weeks ago cuz my kid asked me to
ThankTehBusDriver: I dunno what her problem is
ThankTehBusDriver: since my bus got fixed, I work now. if anything, I feel more justified in spendin my hard-earned wages on beer.
ThankTehBusDriver: we can bettr afford it now
DoctorKimZhangMD: So have you or have you not cut down since last week, BusDriver?
ThankTehBusDriver:…
ThankTehBusDriver:no
DoctorKimZhangMD: Have you considered that your kid may be trying to look out for you?
ThankTehBusDriver:…
DoctorKimZhangMD: Studies show that driving while hungover can be just as dangerous as driving drunk, even after the alcohol has left the body.
DoctorKimZhangMD: Your child may want you to be safe at work, and spend positive time with you after.
3SpicyChickens: doc’s right. my goddaughter said I seem happier when im not drinkin much.
3SpicyChickens: and its easier to connect with her when im sober. Im not complaining about headaches as often
3SpicyChickens: i cant always make the best choice for myself, but I can do it for her
3SpicyChickens: i want to be the godfather she believes me to be
DoctorKimZhangMD: Thank you, 3SpicyChickens. I can see that your goddaughter means a lot to you.
DoctorKimZhangMD: BusDriver, will you talk with your daughter before our next meeting?
DoctorKimZhangMD: Talk about her interests, your hobbies beyond drinking? Favorite movies, shows, games? Perhaps you can find an activity you two can enjoy together after work.
ThankTehBusDriver:…
ThankTehBusDriver: ill think about it
DoctorKimZhangMD: Thank you, BusDriver.
3SpicyChickens:heh
ObsidianVoid420:lol
DoctorKimZhangMD: Jokes aside, ObsidianVoid420 are you willing to share your experiences today?
ObsidianVoid420:idk
ObsidianVoid420: i came here to see if this group can help me with smoking
ObsidianVoid420: i hadnt realized it got so bad until i went through a full pack in a day
DoctorKimZhangMD: In many cases, people are driven to addiction because it serves as an escape. 3SpicyChickens, ThankTehBusDriver, would you share what you each were trying to escape?
3SpicyChickens: emptiness. I felt like life was never going to get better again, and didnt know how to enjoy the present
ThankTehBusDriver: im still angry at my ex
ThankTehBusDriver: its been 20 year
ThankTehBusDriver: drinking lets me forgit that b******
DoctorKimZhangMD: ThankTehBusDriver, please do not swear.
ThankTehBusDriver: B****** DONT COUNT AS A SWEAR!!
DoctorKimZhangMD: ObsidianVoid420, do you know why you smoke? What emotions you feel and what leads you to feel that way? You don’t have to share why if you don’t want to.
ObsidianVoid420: yeah i have an idea
ObsidianVoid420: i just feel angry and annoyed all the time
ObsidianVoid420: but i dont know how else to calm the nerves but by smoking
ObsidianVoid420: nothing else works
DoctorKimZhangMD: It sounds to me like there is something to either confront or accept. If it’s something that cannot change, it seems you have not fully accepted it yet. And if it’s something that could change, you are unsure if it will, even if you try. So you escape instead.
ObsidianVoid420:…
ObsidianVoid420: d***, you nailed it
ObsidianVoid420:sorry
ObsidianVoid420: er… what do i do now?
3SpicyChickens: you try.
3SpicyChickens: try something. start small if youre not comfortable with big yet
3SpicyChickens: and be patient. sometimes results come slowly
DoctorKimZhangMD: Exactly what 3SpicyChickens said, ObsidianVoid420.
DoctorKimZhangMD: It’s okay if no big changes happen right away. Like water flowing over a rock, it will take years for the rock to become smooth.
ObsidianVoid420: like how you can make a lot of changes to programming code, but little to no results will show until the last change is complete
ThankTehBusDriver: …yeah, sure
DoctorKimZhangMD: Actually, that’s a very good way to look at it! Would you let us know what change in your metaphorical program’s code you make by next week?
ObsidianVoid420: …er …sure
ObsidianVoid420:ok
ObsidianVoid420: if im back next week. i might be busy with work
DoctorKimZhangMD: Whenever you can make it, I’m here for you.
3SpicyChickens: I’ll probs be here too
ThankTehBusDriver: no promses
ObsidianVoid420:thanks
DoctorKimZhangMD: Alright, and that concludes our meeting for today!
ThankTehBusDriver has left the chatroom.
DoctorKimZhangMD: Remember your assignments!
DoctorKimZhangMD: Thank you everyone for joining today, and I hope to see you next week!
3SpicyChickens:yw
ObsidianVoid420 has left the chatroom.
3SpicyChickens has left the chatroom.
DoctorKimZhangMD has closed the chatroom.
Another short-story! Based off the prompt: “Write a story about two randomly assigned villagers.” (I was assigned Willy and Sebastian.)
Title:Rain, Smoke, and Fish
Word Count:904
Summary: Willy finds company one rainy day on the docks.
Willy stepped outside of his fishing shop and home and inhaled a great, satisfying waft of sea-salty air. A pleasantly cool rain drizzled on his face, and his lips curled into a smile. It will be a mighty fine day for catching red snappers, he thought.
He closed up shop and carried outside a bucket, some bait and a tackle, and his lucky iridium fishing pole. As he went for his usual fishing spot just in front of him, facing the vast ocean, he noticed to his left a shadow standing at the edge of the dock. No, not a shadow. A person. Robin’s son. The one who always wore black.
Willy rarely ever saw Sebastian, with the exception of Friday nights when he would slink into the arcade area of the Stardrop Saloon to play billiards with his friends. They never spoke, however. He was content to drink beside the quiet blacksmith, and Sebastian was content to speak with as few people as possible in the day.
Willy cast a line into the water. A minute passed with no sign of biting. He caught a whiff of smoked tobacco. The boy held a lit cigarette between his fingers. Before he knew it, Willy was setting alight his own smoking pipe and too enjoyed the soothing feeling nicotine brought to his senses.
The rain began to pick up. Willy fished in his coat pocket for his hat, and slapped it on his head. He heard an umbrella open up. The shadowy figure nearby now stood out with his red and white umbrella. Sebastian swore under his breath. His cigarette had dropped onto the dock, soggy and thoroughly extinguished.
Sebastian propped the umbrella against his shoulder. From the pocket of his sweater Willy caught the sight of a box of cigarettes, kept tucked safely at the edge of the pocket to shield them from the rain. Sebastian dug deeper into his pockets, and finally fished out a lighter. He opened it and tried to ignite the lighter. It must be an older lighter just out of fluid. Sebastian repeatedly pressed the button of the lighter, and on the rare times a flame lit, rain extinguished it just as quickly.
“Hey kid,” Willy found himself saying. He extended to the boy his own lighter, recently refilled with lighter fluid. Slowly, Sebastian trudged over to him and accepted the lighter. Quickly he was able to light a cigarette and return Willy’s lighter; Willy barely had time to blink before the lighter was returned to his hand.
“Thanks.” Sebastian muttered.
Willy simply grunted. Suddenly, a line dropped into the water. Willy held his pipe between his teeth as he gripped his fishing rod tightly and reeled in… a flounder.
Drat. Willy dropped the fish into his bucket; it could still turn over a decent profit, but the red snappers were more difficult to come by; while flounders could appear in any weather, the red snappers exclusively surface when it rains.
No matter. He still had a long day ahead of him.
“Are you going to be selling that flounder?” Sebastian asked.
Willy was surprised to hear him speak again, but tried not to show it as he cast another line into the water. “Aye,” he replied.
“How much?”
“100g is the usual price. Grab it now, you can have it for 80g.”
Sebastian hummed for a moment. Once more he plunged his hand into his pocket and took out a wallet, from which he took out 60g. He shrugged. “Sorry.”
Having never seen him purchase a fish before, let alone at his shop, Willy decided he could afford to drop the price some more. “If you tell me what you plan to do with it, I’ll take the 60g.”
Sebastian immediately put the 60g into Willy’s hand and grabbed the fish - properly, by its gills, to his surprise. “The old man in the mountains showed me how to make sashimi. I’ve tried all sorts of fish with the recipe, and they still taste good. But flounder’s my favorite.”
“Ah.” Willy said, contented. Good on Linus for talking with him. “Did he get around to teaching you how to fish yet?”
Sebastian shrugged.
“Would you be interested in learning how?”
Sebastian shook his head.
Willy shrugged his shoulders. It was rare to find someone who would consider it these days. Folks dislike the idea of holding a slimy fish by its gills as you take it out of the water, then go on to fillet it for food later. That’s what the JojaMart was for.
Although… maybe he could persuade this Sebastian to give it one try. That’s assuming he retained older not recently practiced talents however.
“Tell you what: you still planning on going to the saloon Friday night?”
“Yeah?”
“I’ll meet you in the arcade. You, me, and the pool table. If I win, you get a fishing lesson. If you win, you get my next two flounders.”
“Five.” Sebastian counter-offered.
“Three.”
Sebastian thought for a moment over a lungful of tobacco, then slowly exhaled the smoke and nodded. “Alright. Three.” Sebastian then began to walk back to the beach. As he passed Willy, he said: “Be ready to lose, old man. I’m still undefeated ‘round these parts.”
“One opponent hardly counts, kid.”
Sebastian chuckled as he walked out of hearing range. Willy found himself smiling, and suddenly wondering who could help him practice billiards before Friday.
You think YOU like rare pairs? Oh yeah? Well I ship Alex/Sebastian. How’s THAT for a rare pair huh??
SebastianfromStardew Valley is nonbinary and loves women!
Look into my eyes and tell me Sebastian is not a huge NIN fan
