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My farmer Vic is a veteran and fought for a few years in the Gotoro-Ferngill war. I always thought he and Kent would kinda gravitate toward each other, being the only war veterans in town and all that. Kent didn't know that Vic was a fellow veteran when he introduced himself, he heard about it later from Sam. And when he asked if Sam knew what faction or rank Vic was Sam responded with "I think he mentioned it had something to do with explosives" and Kent went "ah, beret squad" because in the ferngill army specialists wear berets with their uniform and other factions, especially the infantry, semi mockingly call them the beret squad. Jodi just went "please don't start calling him that"

And then the next sunday Vic and Kent ran into each other at Pierre's and Kent immediately went "hey, beret squad". Vic just saluted him and said "corporal".

They don't talk about the war much since it's not exactly a fun topic, but they both always had a mutual, silent understanding between them. They definiely use more army lingo around each other.

Then one night Vic went to the stardrop saloon to relax after a hard day of work and ended up sitting with Kent. The night went from some light drinking and talking to getting a lot more drunk than either intended and laughing about funny service stories. I think after enough drinks and in a company that Kent can truly relate to he starts to loosen up more. The other patrons were a bit surprised at seeing Kent be this upbeat. Eventually they went outside for a smoke and started to get a bit more sentimental about all the friends they've lost and what war really is like. They sat in silence for a bit listening to the crickets and sharing a bottle before Vic stood up and poured one out to their fellow fallen soldiers. Kent didn't say anything about it but he appreciated the gesture.

They sang a few army songs, probably a bit too loudly, before deciding to head home. Vic walked with Kent to his place. Jodi woke up to them arriving (they were a but too drunk to be subtle about it despite their efforts) and she didn't trust Vic to be able to get home all by himself, even though he insisted he was fine. But she didn't budge and woke up Sam to make sure he gets home safely. Sam complied but while walking Vic home he was like "isn't it weird that you're my friend and you're also partying with my dad?" And Vic was like "no I'm old enough to be your dad" and Sam went "Vic you're 10 years older than me. No you're not."

Sorry to all the followers I suddenly got from making bully content because I might get back to drawing my stardew valley farmer oc again. (Don't worry I'm not abandoning Crow)

［Stardew Valley ｜PMV］Smile

【星露谷物语｜全员向手书】 Smile（2025星露谷物语新春会单品）

Music：Smile by Dami Im

Forgot post this. Hpoe you Enjoy!

Summary: Cerise jumps to the worst conclusion, unleashes fury, then realizes her mistake while Jio quietly revels in the chaos.

The farmhouse stood quiet in the late afternoon glow, bathed in soft amber light. A faint breeze stirred the curtains, carrying with it the distant hum of the forest. The stillness was only broken by the slow creak of the front door as Lance pushed it open, supporting Rosemary with one arm.

“Easy...” he murmured, glancing down at her. His obsidian purple eyes softened with concern.

“Tch. I’m fine.” Rosemary grumbled, though her pale features said otherwise. One hand pressed against her side, a dark stain seeping through her shirt. Her rose-red hair, usually vibrant, clung to her cheek with sweat.

“You took a hit from Apophis. You’re not fine.” Lance’s tone left no room for argument. He tightened his hold when she stumbled. “Come on, your room’s closer. You’ll be more comfortable there.”

Rosemary scowled but didn’t protest. The journey back from the Crimson Badlands had been rough. The encounter with Apophis had left her winded, the creature’s strike tearing through her defenses and leaving a gash along her hip. If Lance hadn’t been there... she shook the thought away.

As they entered the farmhouse, Rosemary glanced around. The place was quiet. Too quiet.

“Huh. Cerise isn’t here?” she muttered, wincing as she lowered herself onto the bed in her room.

“She must’ve gone out.” Lance said, fetching a roll of bandages and a bowl of water from the washstand. “We’ll get you patched up before she’s back.”

Rosemary lay back with a groan. “Just hurry up. I want to sleep after this.”

Lance knelt beside her, his hands deft but gentle. “Try not to move. This might sting.”

Meanwhile, outside the farmhouse...

The front door clicked open. Cerise stepped inside, brushing a strand of beige blond hair from her face. Her twilight-hued eyes swept the room, noting the faint scuffs on the floor, a sign of recent arrival.

“Rosie?” she called out.

A faint voice answered from down the hall.

“Hey, Sis! I’m here! Lance’s with me!”

Cerise raised a brow, slipping off her bonnet. So they’re back. A faint smile tugged at her lips. “Lance, you staying for dinner?”

“If it’s not too much trouble, then I accept. Thank you, Cerise.” came Lance's muffled reply.

Before Cerise could respond, the door behind her creaked. She turned and her expression softened immediately.

“Jio.”

The brooding figure stepped in, his dark attire blending with the farmhouse shadows. His green eyes held their usual quiet intensity, but his expression softened when he saw her. Without a word, he closed the distance, wrapping his arms around her waist with practiced ease.

“I missed you.” he murmured, voice low and warm.

Cerise chuckled, resting a hand on his chest. “You've literally seen me four hours ago.”

“Four hours is too long.”

A rare smile played at Cerise’s lips. “You're impossible.”

“I know.”

Their quiet moment lingered until Jio glanced toward the kitchen. “Need help with dinner?”

Cerise’s expression brightened. “I’d love that.”

An Hour Later...

The scent of a warm meal filled the farmhouse. The table was set. Cerise wiped her hands on a cloth, glancing at Jio, who was placing the last dish.

“I’ll get them.” she said, moving toward Rosemary’s room.

With her usual composed demeanor, she knocked on the door, voice calm but firm.

“Rosie. Lance. Dinner’s ready. If you don’t come out now, it’s going to get cold.”

Inside, Lance’s focused voice responded, “Hold still. I know what I’m doing.”

Rosemary’s sharp retort followed, “Easy for you to say! Just hurry up and finish already!”

Cerise paused. What?

Her brows furrowed as she leaned in.

“Ah—OW! Lance, gentle!”

“You could have told me it hurt there. I’m not a mind reader.”

Cerise’s eyes narrowed, suspicion prickling at the edges of her calm.

...The hell?

“I’ll do it myself!”, Rosemary snapped.

“Absolutely not." Lance said firmly. “You’ll mess it up. Lie down.”

Cerise froze. Her expression darkened.

Lie down?

“I still want to breathe when you’re done!” Rosemary growled.

“Relax. I’ve done this plenty of times. Trust me.” Lance’s teasing tone followed.

Cerise’s entire body stiffened.

“…What the actual—”

“Move your legs to the side. It’s hard to reach from this angle.” Lance murmured.

“Ugh… Fine. Just get in between—”

BAM!

The door SLAMMED open.

Cerise stood there, deadly aura radiating from her, twilight eyes sharp as blades.

“WHAT. THE. HELL. ARE YOU DOING TO MY SISTER, YOU—”

The room fell silent.

Lance blinked, still holding a roll of bandages. Rosemary sat on the bed, skirt slightly lifted to reveal the fresh bandage along her injured hip.

“…Cerise?”, Lance said slowly.

Rosemary tilted her head, confusion written all over her face. “Sis? Uh… you good?”

Cerise’s expression shifted from cold fury to blank realization. A faint blush touched her cheeks.

“…Oh.”

Without another word, she shut the door with a swift snap.

“Never mind. Dinner’s ready. Be out in five.”

Back in the Kitchen...

Jio glanced up from the plates, eyes narrowing slightly. “Everything alright?”

Cerise, face a mask of calm composure, poured herself tea. “Nope.”

Jio studied her for a moment. The corners of his mouth twitched. “You thought they were...?”

“Don’t.” Cerise’s voice remained flat, but the faintest flush on her cheeks betrayed her.

Jio let out a low chuckle. “You’re more overprotective than I thought.”

“Shut up.”

Meanwhile, in Rosemary’s Room...

Rosemary stared at the closed door. “What the hell was that about?”

Lance secured the final knot in the bandage, glancing at her with a teasing smile.

“Maybe she thought you were dying in here with all that noise.”

Rosemary groaned, flopping back onto the bed. “More like she thought you were killing me.”

Lance chuckled, brushing the strands from her face. “Her overprotectiveness is admirable. But I’ll have to work harder to prove I can handle you properly.”

Rosemary glared at him, cheeks flushing.

“Tch. Shut up.”

Later That Evening...

The air in the farmhouse kitchen had settled into a calm warmth as dinner finally commenced. The aroma of Cerise’s cooking filled the room, and soft clinks of cutlery echoed against the wooden walls. Rosemary sat at the table, pale but composed, her side wrapped in fresh bandages. Lance sat beside her, his movements calm and measured, occasionally glancing at her with quiet concern.

Cerise sat opposite them, maintaining her usual composed expression, though her eyes flicked to Lance every now and then—narrow, warning. Lance, for his part, met those looks with a steady gaze, though the tension in his shoulders suggested he felt the weight behind them.

Jio sat next to Cerise, his posture relaxed, arms folded across his chest as he watched the others eat. Every so often, he would glance at Cerise, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. The memory of what he’d overheard from the hallway still lingered.

Cerise, however, kept her face stoic. She reached for her cup of tea, raising it with practiced calm.

But then, Jio leaned closer, lowering his voice so only Cerise could hear, his smirk deepening.

“Quite the scene you made earlier.”

Cerise froze, the cup halting just before her lips. Slowly, she turned her head, her twilight-hued eyes narrowing with a sharp glint.

Jio’s shoulders trembled slightly—slightly—as if he were struggling to contain his amusement.

And that was all it took.

Jio stiffened, the smirk faltering as sharp pain flared in his thigh. Cerise’s hand, deceptively delicate in appearance, had clamped down with surprising strength beneath the table. Her nails pressed just enough to make her point without drawing attention.

Jio inhaled sharply through his nose, glancing down before giving Cerise a sideways look. But she only sipped her tea with perfect composure, not even glancing in his direction.

Lance and Rosemary continued eating in silence, pretending not to notice the exchange.

Jio exhaled a slow breath, a begrudging chuckle escaping. “Noted.”

The moment passed, leaving the room quiet again—at least for a while.

Then Cerise lowered her cup, eyes sharpening as she turned her gaze toward Rosemary.

“Now then.” she began, her tone calm but carrying an unmistakable edge. “Mind explaining to me why you’re injured, Rose?”

Rosemary, who had been focused on her food, stiffened.

“Uh...", She glanced at Lance briefly, hoping for some backup, but when she noticed the pointed stare Cerise was giving her, a bead of sweat rolled down her temple.

“Well, you see—”

“Rosemary.” Cerise’s voice dropped a note lower.

Rosemary groaned, slumping forward slightly but straightening up when she realized Cerise’s glare was only intensifying.

“Okay, okay! We had a little run-in with Apophis. It wasn’t a big deal—”

“Not a big deal?” Cerise repeated slowly, her eyes narrowing further.

Rosemary laughed nervously, scratching the back of her head. “I mean... it could’ve been worse?”

Cerise didn’t respond immediately. Instead, her sharp gaze shifted to Lance.

Lance, who had been quietly eating, paused mid-bite. He lowered his fork with deliberate care, meeting Cerise’s gaze head-on.

The room grew still.

Cerise’s look wasn’t just one of inquiry—it was a silent reminder, one that said: You were there. You let this happen. Explain.

Lance held her gaze for a moment longer before exhaling softly.

“The beast caught us by surprise. Rosemary fought well, but the wound wasn’t something we could avoid. I took care of it.”

Cerise’s eyes narrowed further, studying his expression for any sign of hesitation. Lance didn’t flinch.

After a long pause, Cerise leaned back in her chair.

“Hmph. I see.”

But the intensity of her gaze didn’t waver.

Rosemary, still pale, glanced between the two of them, feeling the tension rising again.

“Uh—C’mon, Sis. It’s not like Lance wanted me to get hurt.”

Cerise gave a slow blink, gaze lingering on Lance for a few seconds longer before finally shifting back to Rosemary.

“...Fine. But next time, be more careful.”

Rosemary sighed in relief. “Yeah, yeah. Got it.”

Jio, watching the whole exchange with mild amusement, glanced sideways at Cerise. The faintest trace of a smile lingered on his lips.

Cerise caught the look and, without missing a beat, gave him a subtle side-eye warning.

Jio chuckled under his breath.

The conversation shifted back to lighter topics, but an unspoken tension lingered. Cerise’s sharp gaze had delivered its message clearly—she would always be watching.

Lance returned to his meal in silence, his hand brushing lightly against Rosemary’s, a silent promise that next time, he would be ready.

I decided treat myself to a henna tattoo featuring the iconic Stardrop Fruit from SDV.

I recently ordered another adorable Stardew Valley perler keychains online, but this time, I had them customized with my oc farmer, Yvonne and her husband, Sam. I think they turned out really cute! 😍 The shop even included some freebies, a stardrop and a void chicken, which I really appreciate. I'm already planning to place another order for more custom perler keychains in the future. A huge shoutout to Knotela Creations for creating these charming keychains for me!

A/N: After playing the new Immersive Sam mod by Maggplays. This inspired me to write a one-shot. In this story, Yvonne and Sam are not yet in a relationship.

Summary: Sam and Yvonne attend the Flower Dance, where Sam is captivated by Yvonne's beauty. She asks him to be her partner, they dance, and the moment sparks a potential romance.

The picturesque town of Stardew Valley was adorned with blooms for the annual Flower Dance celebration. Everyone in town was enjoying the festivities, surrounded by the beauty of the lush gardens serving as the venue for the event, when Sam was approached by the farmer, Yvonne. She was dressed in a stunning white satin off-the-shoulder dress, accented by a vibrant blue ribbon cinched around her waist, her light blond hair now braided in a charming twin style, adorned with a delicate blue flower crown.

Sam's heart skipped a beat as he took in her loveliness. Before he could compose himself, Yvonne approached him and asked if he would be her partner for the dance.

"I would be honored." he replied, his voice betraying a slight waver. Yvonne smiled warmly and led him to the dance floor, where couples were already swirling and spinning to the lively music. As they began to dance, Sam felt an overwhelming affection for the farmer. The way she moved, the smile on her face, and the way her hair fell so charmingly on her shoulders were all incredibly captivating. The scent of her perfume, a mix of lavender and honey, filled his nostrils, making it hard to think straight.

The other guests watched them with smiles, complimenting the couple on how well they danced together. Sam was conscious of all the eyes upon them, but he was too enchanted by Yvonne to care. Every spin and step was in perfect synchronization, their bodies moving with a grace that seemed natural and effortless.

The dance continued, and as the final notes of the song faded away, Sam and Yvonne found themselves standing closely, breaths mingling and hearts still racing. The rest of the world seemed to blur and all he could focus on was her.

"You're an incredible dancer.", Sam whispered, still holding her close.

Yvonne's cheeks flushed slightly, a soft smile spreading across her face. "So are you.", she replied. "Thank you for being my partner today. I had a wonderful time."

They stood there for a moment, lost in the moment and the feelings it had stirred. Sam ached to say something more, to express the depth of his affection for her, but he found himself at a loss for words. Just as he was about to open his mouth, the sound of applause and cheering broke the spell, reminding them of the world around them.

They pulled apart reluctantly, the spell between them momentarily broken. The rest of the guests began to chatter and move back to the festivities, but Sam's gaze lingered on Yvonne, his heart still filled with a mixture of joy and longing. He knew that he would remember this moment and this dance, for a very long time.

Here are some of Sam's dialogue during the Flowe Dance:

Mod: "Maggs Immersive Sam Romance Dialogue and Events (x)Spicy or Sweet 1.6" by @maggplays

I recently got these adorable perler keychains commissioned from an online shop here in my country, and I'm absolutely in love with them! They perfectly capture the cuteness of Aleia with her husband Sebastian. And there's Rosemary with her lover Lance, too. Ahhhh, it's so sweet. 🥺 I can't get enough! 😭❤️ I'm already planning to place another order for more customizations of my other farmers and their love interest NPCs. A huge shoutout to KnoTela Creations for creating such a fantastic masterpiece!

Holy Yoba 👀‼️ My beloved farmer looking so damn fucking good. Look at that legs! Thanks @thebluester2020 for this enticing art. 😔👌✨

I think all nuns should wear shorts, just saying (The amount of resisting I had to do to NOT draw a full out fucking scene between her and Jio ‘cause idk if this lovely lady’s creator would like that 😔)

Speaking of, she belongs to @himeofshyness (I have no clue why Tumblr won’t let me tag you 🥲)