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reasonsforhope · 5 months

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[Warning: Graphic (some very graphic) shark-fishing pictures at the link.]

"Suhardi isn’t your average snorkeling guide. Born on the Indonesian island of Lombok, he’s spent his life on water. While he now seeks out sharks for the enjoyment of tourists, he once hunted sharks to help earn money to feed his family and educate his two children.

Suhardi was a fisherman for more than 20 years. He first started fishing working on his parents’ boat, but was then asked to join the crew of a shark boat where he was told he could earn a lot of money. Back on deck, he looks embarrassed to divulge what a meager wage it was, but finally confesses he earned around $50 for up to a month at sea.

Now he and 12 other former shark fishermen are part of The Dorsal Effect, an ecotourism company that helps ex-shark hunters find a new vocation. Each week, the team takes groups of tourists, schoolchildren and university students to off-the-grid locations and guides them around pristine reefs. Each trip is designed to take guests on an exploratory journey of both the shark trade and marine conservation through the eyes of the Sasak people of Lombok.

Lombok is a hotspot for marine diversity, sitting just east of the Wallace Line, a biogeographical boundary separating Asia and Australia and their respective fauna. Pristine coral gardens and around 80 species of sharks can be found in its waters. The island is also part of the world’s largest shark-fishing nation. Only the whale shark (Rhincondon typus) is protected in Indonesia; all other sharks can be legally caught.

The Dorsal Effect first launched in 2013, a year after Suhardi met Singaporean ecologist Kathy Xu, who had traveled to Lombok to find out more about the shark trade. The diminutive but quietly determined Xu wanted to protect sharks, but because she knew shark fishing was poorly paid and dangerous, she wanted to hear the fishermen’s stories too. They told her how once they could fish for sharks close to shore, but now with the shark population dropping, the fishermen said they needed to travel farther out to sea, only to come home with a relatively poor catch. The reduced catch also meant reduced pay, so they often couldn’t cover their costs...

Yet, when Xu asked why fishers didn’t seek out another trade, she learned they didn’t want to be separated from the sea. They saw it as part of their heritage.

But as they spoke longer, the shark fishermen talked about the coral gardens that could be found under the waves, ones that only they knew about. Inspired by a whale shark diving trip she’d taken with scientists on the Great Barrier Reef, Xu had an idea. “If such spots exist,” she recalls telling the fishers, “I could take tourists out with you and pay you more than you earned shark fishing”.

At first, Xu guided the former shark fishermen on how to become eco-friendly tour operators. They dropped anchor away from the reef, served guests plant-based dishes, and made sure all trash was taken back to shore. But then Xu saw that something special was happening: The former fishermen had started to take the guest experience into their own hands, making sure tourists felt at home. Suhardi painted “Welcome” in large letters over the front of his boat, fitted green baize to the top deck for outdoor seating, and hung curtains in the cabin so his guests could enjoy some shade.

Suhardi has already bought a new boat with his earnings from snorkeling trips. “Every day is my best day,” laughs Suhardi, whose smile always travels from his mouth to his eyes.

While they were receiving tourists from across the globe, there was another group that Xu wanted to reach out to. “I think it was the teacher in me who felt impassioned about influencing the young,” she says. She reached out to schools and created a five-day program that would help students understand the shark trade and local conservation efforts. During the program, paid for by the school and students, participants would not only meet the ex-shark fishermen so they could ask them about their lives, but also hear from NGOs such as the Wildlife Conservation Society about their efforts to slow the trade. The Dorsal Effect also hired marine biologists to host nightly lectures and help the students with their field surveys...

The students were faced with the realities of the fishing trade, but they were also encouraged to take a balanced view by The Dorsal Effect team. The villagers weren’t just taking the fins, and throwing away the rest of the shark; they processed every piece of the animal. While they did sell the meat and fins to buyers at the market, they also sold the teeth to jewelers, and the remains for pet food.

The Dorsal Effect also takes students on an excursion to the fishermen’s village, a small island that lies off the coast of Lombok. Marine biologist Bryan Ng Sai Lin, who was hired by The Dorsal Effect team, says that on one trip with students he was surprised by how quickly the young people understood the situation. “One of them said it’s good to think about conservation, but at the same time these people don’t really have any other choice,” Lin says....

Conservation scientist Hollie Booth of Save Our Seas, which does not work directly with The Dorsal Effect, says the need to provide legal profitable alternatives to shark fishing is critical: “We are never going to solve biodiversity and environment issues unless we think about incentives and take local people’s needs into account. These kinds of programs are really important.”"

-via Mongabay, December 15, 2023

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luvbugtrait · 4 months

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He's a fisherman who lives in a secluded cabin i wont hihm

pic below the cut for all the man enjoyers ;)

#sims 4 #ts4 #the sims 4 #simblr #sims 4 screenshots #showusyoursims #show us your sims #my sims #luvbugtrait

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buckrecs · 8 months

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Hi I was wondering if you had any recommendations for lumberjack!bucky

Lumberjack!Bucky

masterlist | req masterlist

ONESHOT

Hero Next Door by @jobean12-blog

You and your dog Winter have recently moved to the quiet of the country and you love it then you meet your new neighbor...

I’m yours by @peteyprecious616

soft lumberjack Bucky drabble

Safe Heaven by @world-of-aus

I’m Sorry by @wh0reforoldmen

Dark!Bucky You made Bucky mad, and he makes you apologize for your "wrong doing"

ooey gooey by @thornsnvultures

Every morning, Bucky comes to your store for terrible coffee and maybe something a little sweet on the side.

SERIES

Undisclosed by @pellucid-constellations

Desperate to outrun a secret that could cost you your life, you seek refuge in a small mountain town. Its deep forests and small cabins make it the perfect place to hide, but the travel website hadn’t mentioned anything about the quiet, burly lumberjack that wouldn’t leave your thoughts. No one had warned Bucky about you either.

Sturdy Roots, Strong Hearts by @rookthorne

Life in your small town could not have gotten any better, you had sworn. That was until you started to call a handsome, brooding lumberjack your best friend, and you developed butterflies at any mention of his name, or thought of him. Sure, it was going to be fine, you could do this. What could go wrong?

Through Sea Mist and Shadows by @archive-obsess

after years away, (Y/n) returns to the small family farm on a remote Maine island that was once considered her home. things are different now, her family bears her sad smiles, the fisherman's boy is quiet and reserved, and she herself has changed beyond her own recognition.

Lumberjack AUs by @angrythingstarlight

Lumberjack!Bucky Masterlist

Lumby and Bunny by @sweetdreamsbuck

Bucky's never been so scared of a feeling in his life. there are too many what if's– too many fears bubbling deep within the parts of him left broken and hollow, untouched for far too long. but he never envisioned finding you– and he's entirely too impatient; entirely too certain no one's ever been more infatuated with something than how he feels for you.

#bucky barnes fic rec #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x f!reader #bucky barnes smut #winter soldier x reader #bucky barnes series #lumberjack!bucky #bucky barnes modern au #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes angst #dark!bucky #beefy!bucky #neighbor!bucky

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jellybear455 · 1 year

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My love will never die - Jack Sparrow x reader

Summary: Jack trades you for his life. He promises to be there when your ten year sentence is up.

Warnings: Jack is not the good guy here, friends. Rough treatment of reader, unrequited love, heartbreak, angst, a singular swear.

Inspired by Davy Jones by Fia Orädd

I'm considering making this inspired by a song thing a series. I really enjoy doing it. Anyway I hope you enjoy this delicious crunchy angst.

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"Don't let them take me! Please, please!" I screamed and cried and kicked and punched, struggling to escape the iron grips of the men on either side of me. "God, please! Jack!"

Jack stood on the dock, his back to the shore and hands in his pockets. He did not flinch as my hands were bound in thick iron chains. He did not blink when I screamed at him to take me home, please just get me out of here.

A hand clamped over my mouth, and without thinking, I sunk my teeth into the calloused flesh. The man yelled, withdrawing his hand and slapping me across the face with it. His blood dripped down my cheek, mixing with my tears.

"You bitch!" He screeched. Wiping his hand on his shirt.

"Just let me say goodbye," I sobbed. "I won't run, I won't run I promise..."

The other man snapped shackles on the ankles and gave them a tug. "What ever, sweetheart. But if you so much as look in the wrong direction I'll-"

I didn't stick around to hear the rest. I half ran, half waddled down the dock and threw myself into the arms of my lover, sobbing into his shoulder. "Don't let them take me." I begged.

"I have to. I will be here when you get back." Jack's voice was smooth and calm, like it always was. Usually it was reassuring, but now I was unnerving.

"Aren't you afraid, Jack?" I cried. "Aren't you sad that I'm going away?"

His hands rested against my hips casually. "Of course, darling. But I must not let myself feel it, because I won't be able to let you leave if I do."

"Don't let me leave, Jack, take me home... take me home." I croaked, voice hoarse from screaming. I could hear one of the men stomping up the dock behind me, and I grasped his shirt desperately. "Kiss me, Jack. Please." "No." He replied, firmly and sharply.

"Jack-" The man grabbed my arm painfully. "No, no no, Jack... Jack, please just kiss me one more time."

Jack could not look in my eyes. "Take her away."

"NO!" I screamed and screamed as I was dragged up the dock again. I screamed until after I had been locked away below deck, and I no longer could see the dock out the small window. Then I cried until my eyes were red and I could nor cry anymore.

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Ten years. That was the time I had to serve aboard the ship. Jack had said the wrong thing to the wrong guy. The price he had to play was me. Ten years of my hard labour, or they would take his life.

It was not a hard decision. I would have cut out my own heart for Jack. But I did not think I could survive ten years without him close.

I had been at sea for nine years, eleven months and thirteen days, and finally- finally- we had docked. I was home. Home to Jack. I ran down the dock, and this time I was not shackled. I ran until my bare feet hit pavement, then stopped. Jack was not here.

More slowly this time, I ventured back up the dock, looking more closely at the fisherman nearby. None of them were Jack. He told me he'd wait for me.

Tears filled my eyes as I remember Jack, my Jack. Who could never truly show how he felt, not even to me. Who could never tell me he loved me for fear that I would leave. I didn't need him to say it, though. I knew that he loved me. He never said it words, but he showed it in actions. The way he would glare at any other men who glanced my way. How he would take away my bottle of rum when I had had too much. How he would leave food on the desk in his cabin when I slept in.

He loved me. So why wasn't he here now? Maybe he was late. Jack was always late. But he always showed. Mostly. I concentrate on my list of things Jack does to show he loves me, but the more I think about it the more I see.

He would glare at the men that glanced at me when I wasn't looking, but then he would spent half the night staring at another woman's breasts. He would take my rum when I got to tipsy, but then would down the bottle himself and leave me to stumble across the deck into his cabin. He would leave food aside if I was still sleeping when he ate, but would yell that he was looking forward to having it as his lunch.

Jack didn't love me. He never did. I just made myself believe he did. He let me believe he did. I think back to the day they took me. Jack told me he hated to see me go. But he wouldn't kiss me. He did not mourn. I had spent the last ten years pining over a man who couldn't think twice about my feelings.

A dull, throbbing pain pulsed through my chest, and an unsettling rage nestled in my gut. I would make him pay for what he had done. The time he had taken from me.

I once would have cut out my own heart for Jack, but I did not have to. He had torn it to shreds.

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#jack sparrow #Jack sparrow x reader #X reader #Pirates of the Caribbean #potc #Potc x reader #Jack #Reader insert #Angst #Davy Jones #Fanfiction #Pirates of the Caribbean x reader #Fanfic

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otherside-wanderer · 1 year

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Days 10, 26, 29 of 30 for @clovercrafted 's Summer Fun Event: By the Sea, Bamboo, Port

There's an old fisherman who lives in this cabin by the sea. He built it high on stilts to stay safe from the changing tides and waves, but when the water's calm, he goes out on his bamboo raft to enjoy the cool, salty air.

For this build, I really wanted to incorporate the quirks of the generated terrain - I built a bridge over a river, used bamboo stalks as supports, and put a hut in a nearby jungle tree, among other things. I think it brings a kind of life and belonging to the build.

#minecraft #creative #cloverssummerfun23 #art #stilt house #bamboo #jungle #shaders #complementary shaders #mineblr #minecraft build #my build

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ghostshipglamour · 13 days

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Hypothetical shibari/ropeplay ideas you could hypothetically put boat guys in

Everything except actual sex under the cut

Feel free to take them-

Tie one of his legs to his chair until he finishes writing a set task. Just leave him there forced to work and wait for the rigger’s approval

Tired? Need help with keeping proper posture? What about a wearable chest harness with knots strategically placed along the spine, maybe even with an added small board to keep him straight, mmmh? It would barely be noticeable under all those layers anyways…

The mermaid leg tie. Like this one. -I just think it’s pretty-

Fisherman’s harness -also just really pretty-

Suspension play: there’s not much place for anchors in the cabin themselves- you have the base of the lamps, and the way the beams are set up in the show imply a gap in the corners where you can set up your columns.

Otherwise, everywhere they put up hammocks would have strong anchors already on- there’s a good chance new ones could be set in supporting beams

If you’re on a moving ship: a full suspension will make his weight shifts into the tied points- if there’s a lot of them, in a deep pressure gentle rocking way, but the fewer there are the more concentrated his weight will be, bringing it more in a « my limbs are being wrenched out of their sockets territory (also fun), and the location of the tension will switch up

If they’re on landlocked Terror: partial suspension with multiples uplines where he could keep part of his body on the floor, but would have to keep fighting against the angle of the ship to stay comfortable (ex: simple harness across the upper chest with one upline, folded leg tie with another upline tied to the same anchor leaving his other leg barely touching the ground)

Bonus: type of ropes

Cordage would have been mostly hemp ropes (from here) …. They probably wouldn’t have other options, but my heart says cotton rope too to give them more options (couldn’t find a reference for it)

Comparison from ropestudy:

The last, more farfetched but not impossible option would be coconut rope: very rough, considered a torture rope 🥰 they could have picked it up in Oahu or something. For reasons. The rigger would probably have to wear gloves that’s how abrasive it is

If they want to avoid rope burns and reduce bruises, they could do it on top of clothes- it would be pretty easy to cover up in any case with, again, all the layers they have on

#ANYWAYS.#kept this shipless because there’s so many options #and it changes everything depending if you’re in it for the pain aspect or the loss of control aspect or even just the sensory aspect #but i’ve seen a rigger set up a suspension with amazing speed #accuracy #and an obvious pride at how good they were at their craft #and immediately went *jopson would*#make of that what you will #ropeplay #the terror amc #the terror #.icie

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blockgamepirate · 8 months

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I really think QSMP Fred enjoyers should check out all the Walter Bob lore because there are a lot of hints there that could point to Fred.

The secret message about the main channel password, the one that ended with "We must avoid detection at all costs." that Walter Bob gave Bagi was signed by WC02, which would have been Fred's name before promotion, and it seemed to be their own username and password that they were handing out

There was a book in Walter Bob's secret basement with the enigmatic line "a worker, a fisher, a hunter" with three sets of coords.

The fisher coords led to Walter Bob's house, which is a fisherman's cabin. The hunter coords led to a hunter's lodge in the forest with a secret basement of its own.

The worker coords were just the Spawn coordinates and Fit and Pac weren't able to find any kind of secret room or anything there.... but do you know who already has a little office right by Spawn? A worker's office, you might day.

And Fit and Pac's investigations confirmed what I think we already suspected, which is that Walter Bob is working with some sort of secret organisation that is spying on the Federation.

I think it's very likely Fred is involved with the same organisation.

What their goals are, though, I have no fucking clue. My hunch is that they are in fact genuine Fed workers who for some reason turned against the Federation, and are probably somehow connected to the black version of Cucurucho (aka Cucurojo).

Probably related to Cellbit's black shulker investigation(?) as well, because afaik that was about something very similar, but I'm not caught up on that unfortunately.

#qsmp fred #qsmp walter bob

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adickaboutspoons · 8 months

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By the Neck; or, Pearls Mean Tears

I know we all love the idea that Ed snatched the pearl necklace from the neck of one of the guests (or possibly even the bride herself) on the wedding party boat, and how that ties in with his re-painted bride dolly and his longing to be Stede’s bride. I’ve been responsible for propagating the idea myself. So I hate to rain on our parade, but, oh my v. dears? We were wrong.

Stop looking at Ed’s soft, open mouth and beautiful, haunted eyes for a second, and take a glance at the bottom of the frame at what’s tucked up next to the left lapel of his big Blackbeard duster (srsly, how did I not notice those ridiculously oversized lapels in the trailer? I am so dumb sometimes). And lest you think that he, perhaps snatched the necklace sometime between unleashing “the kids” and the camera cutting back to him nonchalantly enjoying some cake? Here’s the necklace on “the day before that,” visible just under the curve of the top pistol on his chest:

And here it is again “the day before that,” two pearls on the strand just barely visible as he’s lighting his pipe:

So sorry my v. dears, but no. the pearls don’t represent his desire to be partnered with Stede. But that’s ok - we already have a piece of neckware that represents that: Stede’s cravat. Which Ed donned specifically so that he could die in it…

And we know that he did that, because he was only wearing the pearl necklace and his habitual gold chains from the first season just before he babygirled his way right into the path of the storm. (Also - since the crew were huddled in the hallway leading to the captain’s cabin just before they came out to find Ed angling the cannon toward the mast, do we reckon he already had it on him when he came out to take the helm? Maybe tucked away in his pocket? Where he used to keep his silk?)

But! When Ed gets to the Gravy Basket, only the pearls remain.

Similarly when he’s manacled to the railing after he awakens from his coma, he’s only wearing the pearls. There’s no good Watsonian reason to take the cravat and the chains, but LEAVE the pearls. If the characters were worried about him choking, it would make sense to remove ALL the neckwear. If Stede wanted his clothes back for some reason or Ed didn’t want it now that Stede’s back and he’s mad at him, removing the cravat makes sense, but why remove the jewelry that rightly belongs to Ed, meaning he’d still have his chains along with the pearls. If it was a matter of the crew taking Ed’s valuables as an asshole tax or something, then we’d expect chains AND pearls to be gone, leaving just the cravat. I can’t think of a single in-universe reason why only the pearls would stay.

That tells us that the pearls are SYMBOLICALLY significant to his character concept and, especially since they show up in the Gravy Basket where EVERYTHING is symbolic, integrated into his concept of self.

So if not all the bridal stuff, how ARE we meant to interpret them?

Well, first, pearls are tied to the sea, and I think it’s fair to say that in almost all iterations of his identity, Ed sees himself intrinsically linked with or near the sea (The Pirate Blackbeard, The Kraken, the Impossible Bird that never returns to land, Jeff’s Inn by the Sea, Blackbeard’s Bar and Grill and other Delicacies and Delights and Fishing Equipment, and Fisherman Ed). But various mythologies posit pearls are the tears of gods or goddesses, intrinsically linking them with expressions of sorrow. And beyond that, there’s What Pearls Are - an irritant that has to be smoothed over with layer upon layer of visually appealing cover to make it acceptable.

We know that Ed thinks he’s profoundly unlovable. He admits it to himself in as many words in the Gravy Basket, but we’ve known this from season 1 when he confessed to Stede that he’s not a good person, and that’s why he hasn’t any friends. We see plenty of people with whom he is on friendly terms, like Jack or Anne and Mary, or who respect or admire Blackbeard, like his crew and Spanish Jackie, and Jeff easily wins over the crowd on the French Party Boat, but Blackbeard and Jeff are protective personas he cultured like layers of nacre. They’re not Just Ed.

Just Ed made himself profoundly vulnerable and kissed a boy on a beach. Just Ed got abandoned on a dock. Just Ed got told that it would have been better if the English had killed him.

So I think it’s significant that he and Stede exchange their second kiss when he’s been stripped of his pearls in exchange for a cat bell.

This is Ed devoid of all the signifiers of his self-constructed identities - just like on the beach with his clean-shaved face and standard-issue academy uniform - no pretenses to hide behind. He’s able to be soft and vulnerable and honest - expressing desire and being receptive of it, clearly establishing his needs and boundaries. He’s able to be Just Ed and be loved and accepted for it.

So what does it mean that, once the cat-bell era is over, Ed choses to put the pearls back on?

I think it’s telling that, after a brief interlude with Ned Low, we start episode 6 with Ed in two scenes where he’s in a state of low-grade anxiety over the fruits of his Kraken era. First, we see him scanning a horizon for a storm that he can feel, but not see, which, as pointed out by @edsbacktattoo is more or less a premonition about the impending arrival of Ned Low, whom Kraken!Ed goaded into coming for him by breaking his consecutive raid record in a bid of passive suicidality. Then, we have Ed’s room of gilded guilt. All this represents, to Ed, tangible evidence of his inherent toxicity - the rotten core of him that has to be smoothed over.

I think it’s also significant that the pearls are there for the sex scene at the end of the episode.

Unlike the scene at the end of episode 5, this is NOT Ed giving and receiving love on his own terms. Ned’s appearance was his fault - the result of his recklessness and self-destruction, and Stede is the one who has paid the price for it. Ed consents to sex, though he wanted to take things slow, and is not really ready, but it’s by no means enthusiastic. It’s relenting. It’s a way of smoothing things over for and with Stede rather than addressing the underlying agitation.

Even though Ed rids himself of his leathers - the last trappings of his Blackbeard persona, dropped overboard just like the bride doll he painted in his image - he keeps the pearls when he assumes his “just a regular guy” guise.

Because this isn’t really Ed expressing and embracing his authentic self. Fisherman Ed is just another palatable persona (a whim borne on the back of one caught fish, because if the people in his life are going to keep telling him he’s whim-prone, he may as well lean all the way in and prove them right, right?). All the same underlying anxiety about being unlovable is still there, and it’s thrown into overdrive now that everyone wants a piece of Stede. After all, if he REALLY loves Stede, would it not be best to release him from the obligation of being tied to someone so fundamentally damaged? Let him find someone who can TRULY make him happy now that he can have his pick? So he picks a fight to push Stede away - tells him that their first time together was “a mistake,” tells him that he’s leaving (again), tells him that fishermen and pirates (read: Ed and Stede) have nothing in common.

So, while they are lovely, and he wears those fine things well, I hope that we might soon see the end of the strand of pearls. Because for Ed, pearls mean tears.

#ofmd #our flag means death #ofmd s2 spoilers #my modest contribution to fandom

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leeksoupforstardew · 5 months

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Stardew babygirl smackdown round 1 battle 3

Sam vs Elliot

Sam pros & cons

Pros

Skater

Great big brother

Silly

Golden retriever boy

Cons

Man child

Plays wonderwall to flirt with you

Delinquent

Portrait sprite looks like Kraft mac and cheese

Elliott pros and cons

Pros

Writes books

Likes fancy stuff

Plays piano

Friends with the lovely fisherman

Cons

Thinks he’s either Mr Darcy or a fire emblem character

Plays the river flows in you to flirt with you

Maybe a merman is disguise

Has luscious hair despite living in a small cabin

#these two are my faves so I’m going to vote for Elliott #stardew valley #sdv #sdv sam #sdv elliott #polls #stardew valley babygirl smackdown #round 1 #tumblr tournament #bracket tournament #tournament #tournament poll #character tournament #fandom tournament

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hopefuloverfury · 8 months

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I always get so sad when I think about the bachelors and bachelorttes not being able to achieve their dreams :( so how do you think the game would be different if they had? like before they meet the farmer? (i love your writing by the way,,,)

While I was thinking about this, the main question in my head was “Why would any of them still be in Pelican Town if they achieved their dreams?” Sooo I had to put them through some bullshit to get them all in one place lmao. Thank you for enjoying my writing, it means... way more than any of you probably realize. Anyway, this was fun to think about, and I hope you have fun reading it! <3

Mentions of parental death, abuse, infidelity, dysfunctional familial relationships, and reference to Leah’s shitty ex (FUCK YOU, KEL!)

Sam was the lead singer of his own band, but is now struggling to find his new normal after the members decided to go their separate ways. It certainly doesn’t help that they ended on negative terms, and their fanbase has become fractured due to the controversy surrounding the break-up. Sam has come back to Pelican Town to spend time with his family and figure out which direction he wants to take his career, but his band-mates said ill-intended things about him before they broke up, and he’s struggling to make amends with his perception of himself. He tries to write new songs, but he isn’t liking anything he’s come up with, and it’s reflecting poorly on his self-esteem. He wonders if his fans will still be there waiting once he’s ready to release his solo-music, and is paralyzed with fear about what will happen to him and his career if they aren’t.

Sebastian is a professional coder. He saved up enough money to move away as soon as he turned eighteen, and has only visited for holidays since. He was previously engaged while living in the city, but after his fiancé cheated on him with a coworker, he returned to Pelican Town to pick up the pieces of his heart. During his time away he managed to check himself into therapy, so he’s well-equipped to handle conflicts with his family, and his relationship with his mother and sister have improved dramatically since, which is really nice. He is trying his best to pursue a healthier relationship with Demetrius, but the man really doesn’t make it easy. Robin also added an extension to the house, so he doesn’t live in the basement anymore. His room has a window now, but he still prefers the rain, and discovers with surprise that he likes the rain in Pelican Town more than he ever did in the city. It’s nice to see the frogs again.

Alex is a professional gridball player. His mother passed away before she could see him achieve his dreams, but his father has contacted him many times. Alex knows his father doesn’t actually want a relationship with him, though, because the only times he’s contacted him is to ask for money. Alex blocks his dad’s number after catching sight of him on the news, trying to drag Alex's name through the mud, but eventually moves away when his dad breaks into his apartment and wrecks the place. He settles back into his bedroom at Evelyn and George’s house, and tries not to feel too drained by the legal proceedings. It’s pretty relaxing though, going back home during his off-season. Not to mention he really missed the summers in Pelican Town.

Elliott is a reputable author. He’s written a trilogy or two, a smattering of stand-alone novels, and even has a few broadway credits. But after years of constantly writing, he’s burnt out and tired, and needs a break, so he moves out of his stuffy apartment in the city and into the cabin on the beach. He commissions Robin for expansions and repairs, and it’s turned into quite a nice place, if he should be so bold to say so. He talks to Willy a lot, and after hearing the stories the fisherman has collected over the years, he kind of wants to write a book about pirates or some other kind of adventurer, but nothing is coming to mind. He’s got an excess of inspiration and drive, but the moment his pen hits the paper, his mind goes blank. It’s incredibly irritating.

Shane is one of the most notable film directors of the last decade, and he’s got quite a number of credits under his belt. His IMDb page is massive, and while he doesn’t get recognized on the street very often, anyone who knows anything about film will know his name. He moved to Pelican Town with Jas after the death of her parents. Riddled with grief, he had the presence of mind to recognize some bad habits were developing, and he couldn’t really handle the pressure of celebrity life anymore. He drinks occasionally, but he doesn’t consider himself an alcoholic. He only drinks a few times a week—and compared to his colleagues in the city—that’s nothing.

Harvey is an experienced pilot. He initially wanted to join the Ferngill Republic Air Force, but after many discussions with his parents, he decided to pursue an ATP certification and become an airline pilot instead. However, due to the recent trauma of a severe crash, Harvey is taking a break from flying. He’s become intensely afraid of heights, and the thought of getting in a plane makes him physically sick to his stomach. He’s been working on it, but it’s already been a year, and he’s not any closer to being back in the pilot’s chair. What’s wrong with him?

Maru went to university to pursue a career in STEM, but was quickly disillusioned and decided it wasn’t for her, so she decided to switch gears and abandon her dream school. Robin understood after a short explanation and told her to come back home, but Maru’s relationship with her father has become strained since, and even though they regularly experiment in the lab together, it causes some unnecessary drama in the household. Maru tries not to let it get to her too much, but it does. More positively though, her relationship with Sebastian has improved since they both came home, and they can actually hold a conversation without getting irritated at each other. She likes hanging out with her brother, but wishes that they could've gotten along like this as kids, too. They have a lot of years to catch up on!

Penny was a stay-at-home-mom up until a few months ago, when her partner suddenly decided domestic life wasn’t for them, and yanked the rug out from under her. With nowhere to go and no employment, she trudged back to Pelican Town with her tail between her legs and a toddler on her hip, to move back in with her mother. She teaches Vincent and Jas regularly, and works as a private tutor for a few clients in the town over. Pam chose to take on the majority of childcare for her grandchild, but she’s excelling at it and hasn’t stepped foot in the saloon in a long time. It should be a great thing, but Penny doesn’t know why she’s so bothered by it.

Abigail is an active member of the adventurer’s guild, a highly skilled swordswoman, and she will occasionally dabble with the magical forces of Stardew Valley under the careful guidance of her mentor, Rasmodius. Yes, she knows. No, she doesn’t mention it, and neither does he. She doesn’t live with her parents anymore. When she was looking to move out, she asked to buy the deed to the old farm, but was quickly shot down by Lewis, and decided instead to claim the decrepit cabin south of Rasmodius’ tower. Robin helped her fix it up, and after a few months, it was in good enough repair to move in permanently. She spends most of her days down in the mines, clearing the monsters on the lower floors. She’s never gone past level 20, if only to save herself from her mother’s tearful begging, but Pierre has given up. They don’t speak much.

Haley is a prolific photographer. Her portfolio is hefty, some photos dating back from when she was in high school, but the most recent picture is from three months ago, and she hasn’t picked up her camera since. She doesn’t know why, but nothing looks interesting enough to shoot anymore. The world looks flat and dull, but maybe that’s just the city. When her parents ask her and her sister to watch their house in Pelican Town while they galavant through the archipelago on some “soul-searching-journey,” she accepts without preamble. Maybe she just needs a change of scenery to get her inspiration back. Maybe she’ll find her muse?

Leah is a revered artist, and many of her pieces are in museums and art galleries. She tries to live in the city, but quickly realizes that she hates it, and after a few misses, she moves to Pelican Town. The lush flora and fauna kick her inspiration into overdrive, and with the amount of foraged greens she’s been eating since moving into the cabin next to Marnie’s, she doesn’t think she’s ever felt so good. Unfortunately her ex Kel is determined to sniff her out, and that puts a damper on her shiny new life in Pelican Town. She wishes it was because they actually loved her, but she knows it’s only because they miss the luxurious life Leah’s job afforded them. She tries not to think too hard about that, though.

Emily is a fashion designer! She’s had plenty of shows during different fashion weeks and other events, and many name-brands have collaborated with her. She does do stylist work on the side, and many of her clients are a-list celebrities or high profile professionals. She prefers the countryside, though, so when her parents offered her and her sister their place in Pelican Town, she jumped at the opportunity! Only thing is, it’s been years since her and Haley have occupied the same space, and every resident in town has a dark cloud of thick negative energy hovering over their heads. She’s overwhelmed with guilt, knowing she can’t do anything to help.

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Yandere!Fisherman x Selkie!Reader

(PT.2)

Part 1

Theodore grows closer to the woman of his dreams, however the possibility the selkie could disappear under the water and never return has his leg bouncing and a growing desire to reach in and pull you from the water. He comes up with clever ways to keep your curiosity on him and attempts to suppress his urges to rip you from the ocean, that would scare you off for good if gone wrong.

He continued to stare into her eyes “Holy shit” he mumbled to himself sitting back into his chair, he wiped his face from his forehead to chin with his palm reliving disbelief again when he opened his eyes and saw her still there. She seemed confused by his reaction, her subtle curiosity changed into a concern stricken face, eyebrows furrowed and nose slightly flared as her head lifted a bit further out the water; her frown was still hidden under the blue but Theo got the hint.

His mouth open and closed like a fish as he wondered what he should do or say. Would she even understand me? I should have listened to gramps stories, that might have given me a clue what to do. “It’s okay, I’m okay, just never seen...” what should he call her? It felt wrong to call her selkie she’s so much more real to be given a made up name that’s not even a name, but he can’t just call you a creature no to derogatory... how does he go about asking your name, do selkies have names?

He rubbed his eyes mustering courage to speak “Do you have a name? I’m Theo” he blurted looking down at her again realising she had become more interested in on of his fishing lines pulling on it until she saw the end with the colourful bait. She had stop mid motion when hearing him talking to her; her hand over her head holding the line, the lure dangled in front of her face she tiled her head to look at him blankly.

God Theo never felt so dumb, of course she can’t speak. He almost face palmed before- “Theo” she acknowledged by repeating his name moving closer to the boat and pulling herself up on the ledge; body still in the water but arms sling over the boat side.

Butterflies welled up in his stomach migrating to his chest and heart fluttering when he heard the voice he almost looked to the sky’s thinking a divine being was speaking to him from the clouds. However now he had a good look at those lips he had no trouble believing such a voice could come from such desirable lips. He swallowed harshly “no name?” He asked again grasping to some clarity in his love fogged head, she shook her head in reply. ‘Odd’ was all he could think before anxiety alarms blared in his head.

He snatched the baited hook from her hands as she prodded at it, fingers tapping closer and closer to the sharp hook. Almost instantly regretting it as her hands recoiled so fast like they had been slapped away pushing off the boat as her body splashed back into the ocean. He fumbled instinctually once again leaning dangerously over the boat edge and thrusting his arm into the water to grasp the selkie. He’s not sure what he would have done had he grasped her, try to explain he was protecting her from a nasty prick maybe or apologise profusely.

Didn’t matter though, the selkie was long gone probably retrieved her coat and hidden among other seal friends. He hadn’t noticed a string of ‘no’s, ‘wait’s and such that were now reduced to mumbled were leaving his mouth until he ran his fingers through his hair and caught his breath.

He reluctantly went home that night after waiting a few hours longer looking for a seal beneath the waves.

...

He’d spend most of the night collecting any pretty objects laying around his cabin, anything to lure her and offer as an apology, remembering how lovingly she stared at the colours of the lure and shine of the metal. He’s going to make it up to her, he will be better.

He was heart broken seeing she wasn’t waiting in his boat but nevertheless he set out on his boat with a bucket of shiny and vibrant things by his feet his eyes scanned ever centimetre of the ocean surface, only to find she wasn’t in the ocean but rather resting on near by rocks watching from afar. His brain almost melted at the sight and hearts formed in his eyes.

He jumped to his feet with bucket in his hand taking a small handful of stuff hoping selkies had good eyesight and could see the offerings. Gracefully she slid into the water and seemed to be approaching him until she wasn’t and disappeared once again. Theo almost spilled the bucket when dropping it to the ground in frustration he sat in silence trying to come up with another plan.

That’s until some bumps and taps and a bit of scraping was heard from the bottom and then side of his boat, he turned sharply holding his breath and sighing relief when he saw those damned eyes again. With a armful of handpicked shells, rocks and a rather pretty but very alive crab she dumped her collection into his boat and they tumbled to the floor at his feet, the crab scurried off, though she couldn’t careless with her hand outstretched to something.

He tore his eyes from the beautiful pile of ocean gems, things you rarely find washed up but maybe in a expensive beach store, looking to where she was pointing ... “the bucket?” Theo assumed slowly grabbing it and placing it in front of her on a bench so she could lean over and look. She nodded grasping it and sticking almost her full face in it taking in the odd shapes and odd colours.

Theo watched on, perhaps she was trading? After seeing the fascinating things in the fisherman’s hands she retrieved her collection as a currency. They stayed like this for a few minutes, Theo watching the selkie rummage through the bucket of items occasionally taking one out and adding it to the neat row of seemingly favourites.

Despite finding her objects mesmerising all the same nothing could take his attention from the beauty in front of him “you want to sit in the boat?” He offered after watching her readjust her grip several times. She looked up at him and a small smile formed on her face of approval and in turn his.

“come on” he gently cooed at her offering his hands, from there he pulled her up to the boat becoming flushed at the realisation she was still naked, her skin was softer than he’d imagine almost to delicate for a creature withstanding the harsh cold of the ocean. Letting go of her arms once she was sat his eyes wandered to the seal skin under her arm that carelessly dropped to the bench when she reached for the bucket to continue her search.

The horrible desire to snatch it from the bench and lock it away to keep the poor girl bound to him for eternity fogged his mind. He grimaced as bile climbed throat at such a cruel thought. He shifted his eyes back to her face trying to ignore the naked figure in his peripheral, how can she be so naive to get so close with a stranger especially leaving a personification of her freedom within arms reach.

He shook his head ‘this is why I have to protect her, she needs me, humans can be cruel I have to protect her from them and keep her unharmed, untouched’. Grabbing his jacket he inched closer and slowly draped it over her, he knows she isn’t cold nor does she seem to care to cover up, but Theo tucked her into the jacket anyways... partially for his own sakes afraid all blood will leave his brain and embarrassingly migrate south if he caught another glimpse of her body.

She seemed to enjoy the comfort of the jacket contently carrying on sorting the bucket of oddities, Theo sat across from her watching her mostly but also picking up a few of her finds and asking her where she found them, while also explaining what some objects are that she had picked. He’s unsure she understood fully but she hummed along and would speak broken sentences here and there.

They would do this till sundown until he has to leave. He promises to meet her again at sunrise, no later.

#yandere #yandere fisherman #selkie #x reader #yandere oc

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