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bungalowbear · 7 months

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Lord of the Valley: The Invitation

Pairing: vampire!Nanami Kento x reader

Summary: A visitor comes to you at night.

Warnings: smut, reader described having a vag, brief description of animal injury, open(ish) ending hehe

Word Count: 1,000

A/N: I tried to challenge myself and only write 1k words for each part. There’s still so much I can expand on, so maybe one day I will. Until then, thank you for reading and enjoy!

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Your lungs burn as you sprint through the trees. Chiyo is cradled in your arms after being sent into the trunk of a tree with an audible crack, her sacrifice of shielding you from Nanami’s attack.

The vampire hardly makes a sound, but after years of training your senses are beyond the average human’s. Your mind and body tell you he’s close.

You’re coming up on the line of trees at the edge of your property. You dig your foot into the dirt, launching yourself forward, but a cold hand grabs your ankle and slows your momentum. Your reflexes automatically raise your other foot to kick off his chest, the added power providing your release. Right before you land your body shifts to slide across the grass on your back with Chiyo on your chest.

You breath heavily while Chiyo whimpers above you. Nanami stands behind the tree, face partially hidden by the branches, staring down at you with a scowl.

He’d taken the bait. So for the past month, you’ve spent many nights hunting one another, but both ultimately avoiding capture.

You stand and turn away to take Chiyo inside, comforting her under the weight of Nanami’s heavy gaze.

You turn your head, sensing something at the edge of your property. With Chiyo staying overnight at the vet with three cracked ribs and a sprained back leg your senses are on high alert.

Rising from the table, you slip into outdoor shoes and step out into the night. You walk across the yard until only a few feet separates you and your unexpected guest. He’s dressed in a white shirt with sleeves rolled to his elbows and a pair of dark slacks that cling to his thick thighs. His neutral expression sharpens his already angled features. Ruby red eyes fix onto you.

“How’s the dog?” Nanami asks.

“She’s stronger than she looks.”

“I don’t doubt that.”

You huff. “What do you want?”

“The same as you. To put an end to our little chase.”

“How do you propose we do that?”

“A pact,” he says.

“Even if I wanted to, which I don’t,” you cross your arms, “it needs to be sanctioned by the elders.”

“So let’s draw up a proposal.”

“You’ve lived here for so long.” You pause, eyeing him warily. “Why now?”

“You’re different. I believe we can make this work.”

This must be a trap, you think. But maybe I can set one of my own.

“Let’s talk inside,” you offer.

“Inside?”

“Yes.” You turn, walking toward the house. “Come.”

There’s a shift in the air when Nanami takes his first step into your yard. He follows quietly behind you. Once at the door, you both remove your shoes.

“Enter.”

He accepts the invitation and steps onto the tatami. You both take a seat on opposite sides of tea table in the middle of the room. A lamp hangs above, casting your faces in a warm glow.

“What exactly are you offering?” you ask.

“Information,” Nanami answers.

“On other vampires? You’d betray your own kind?”

“Only those who are a danger to humans. I can give you names and locations of their nests.”

This is a rare opportunity. Your family has their own reconnaissance network, but nothing could ever beat a primary source.

Nanami clears his throat, bringing you out of your thoughts.

“But I will only give this information on one condition.”

“What is that?” you ask.

“You must marry me.”

“What?” You push away from the table. “Are you insane?”

“No, I’m…lonely.”

You stare at him, dumbfounded.

“I’ve lived centuries believing I’d never find my equal.” His eyes drop to his lap. “Until you.”

“You’re insane,” you repeat. “This will never be allowed.”

“It’s worth a try.”

“You smug, arrogant—” You stomp forward, grabbing his collar roughly. “—piece of shit. Who do you take me for? A stupid little girl?”

“On the contrary.”

You can’t comprehend what happens next, can’t expel the urge fast enough before you’re pressing your lips to Nanami’s. All you know is that you want him.

Nanami reciprocates immediately and you’re both a frenzy of smacking lips and wandering hands. He grabs the backs of your knees and lifts you momentarily only to drop you on your back onto the tatami. His mouth leave a wet trails along your neck and down your clothed torso while his hands work at pulling down your pants and discarding them across the floor.

You stare hungrily as Nanami simultaneously pushes his slacks and briefs halfway down his thighs. He spits into his palm and strokes himself to full staff. Your mouth goes slack at the size of him, but when he lowers himself you wrap your arms around his broad shoulders to bring him chest to chest with you.

Two thick fingers push your panties aside and sweep through your wet folds. You shudder in anticipation as he lines himself up, crying out when he enters you in a single powerful thrust.

“Nanami,” you whimper as he sets a quick pace. “Nanami.”

He presses his lips to your cheek, whispering, “I’ve got you.”

Nanami’s skin is like ice against yours but does nothing to quench the inferno that rages with every stroke of his hips. He stokes your flame higher and higher until you combust, whimpering and panting beneath him.

He extracts his fangs to graze your neck, raising alarm bells in your head. Your hand reaches toward the table and takes hold of the machete attached underneath. Then you thrust your hips upward, catching Nanami off guard, and roll your bodies over so that you’re straddling his waist while holding the sharp edge of your weapon against his throat.

“Regular humans think a stake through the heart is all it takes.” You smirk. “But decapitation and a bonfire is much more thorough.”

Nanami twitches inside you.

“Any last words?” you ask, raising the blade.

He grins, pupils blown wide with lust.

“You’re beautiful.”

Your belly flutters as the machete comes down.

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azaisya · 6 months

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Elrond must have lots of thoughts about stars

#like. lots of v significant star motifs in his life yaknow #Elrond #silmarillion #lord of the rings #tolkien fanart #candlesart #here down in the valley #hmmm i haven't seen any posts about the secret santa this year

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bietrofastimoff23 · 17 days

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both hate being here, but each copes with it in their own way. while Shen is in anger, expressing his condemnation with just a glance in every scene, Tai Lung has already reached the stage of humility and intends to get the most fun.

this contrast > > >

#[ Tai Lung is the type who says “relax” and then at some point destroys the valley ]#tai lung #lord shen #kfp #kfp4 #kung fu panda 4 #kung fu panda #my post

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prahacat · 5 months

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first snow

#star wars fanart #dooku #count dooku #more vampire au #lord of the valley. protector of the people. deathless creature of the night #old tired man who hates cold feet so he's gonna head back to his castle now and get drunk on mulled wine #we had a bit of snow this weekend #i'm so excited for winter #soft snow and snuggly coats ahhh yes #my art #prahacat draws #the cycle

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wizardsimper · 6 months

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Goofy ass wizards are my favourite genre of men fr

#this post is dedicated to gale and rincewind specifically #discworld #rincewind #gale of waterdeep #bg3 #wizardposting #oh shit forgot my boi rasmodius #sdv wizard #stardew valley #also adding gandalf to the list #hes not as goofy #but why he always speaking in riddles and smoking all of bilbos weed?#gandalf #lord of the rings #lotr #also this isn't necessarily an attracrion thing #i just love those whacky vibes #like sir why are you like that #its those incantations isnt it

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nomazee · 1 year

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open up

sebastian (sdv) x reader

word count: 3.5k

content: silly love again, mutual pining, not actually unrequited love, some goofs and giggles and misunderstandings, the teeniest tiniest inkling of angst but it’s covered up with silliness, the word hussy is used which is the funniest word ever and i’m so glad i discovered it it’s so old-timey-small-town word

notes: this is a part three to my little mini series w sebastian! you can find part one here, and part two here!

oh hey guys this is probably completely indecipherable but i’ve been rewriting this over and over again this past week and decided that this is my most proudest version of this work and maybe there will be more but this... is IT (i’m lying and will be writing more companion pieces to this okay much love love all of u mwah)

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Hiding from your problems does not fix everything. In fact, it doesn’t fix anything.

It’s a lesson you should’ve figured out the first time you did it. You remember being back in grade school, forgetting to study for a test one year and faking a rash in the nurse’s office to get out of it. The rash in question was a collection of the healing, scabbed-over cat scratches on your forearm. You’d drawn over it harshly with dark red pen and marker to create some kind of rash-like illusion. In the end all you got was a disappointed look from the nurse, an ugly smear of red and burgundy on your arm, and a D-minus on your world history test.

So, yes. Hiding has dreadful consequences. And even just during your time in Stardew Valley, you should’ve known to keep this lesson close to your heart. This is the second time you’ve run away from Sebastian already, and the first time didn't last long anyways. Stupid, silly you.

In your defense, it wasn’t really Sebastian you were running away from. It was his mom. For three days following your stupid kissing shenanigans, Robin terrorized your dreams, and your daydreams, and the reflections of yourself that you saw in the tiny pond on your farm…

So, yes it’s safe to say that running away was not doing you any good. But what other choice did you have?

You’re an adult. You could totally scrape apart what’s left of your dignity and act like it—maybe take the walk up to the mountains and apologize to Robin and Sebastian, too. Tell them that it was wrong of you to be so promiscuous on their front porch (promiscuous, of course, equating to one single kiss on the lips that lasted no more than ten seconds), and that you’d never do it again and never even look Sebastian in the eyes, if that’s what they wanted.

While you’re at it, maybe you’d be able to ask Robin for the coop upgrade that you’ve needed for weeks now. All you have to do is… be an adult and face your problems. Your one massive roadblock of a problem.

It’s not even a problem, per se. But you’ve embarrassed yourself far too much in front of the people in this town and you’re a little tired of taking blow after devastating blow to your reputation. You’d rather wilt and rot here, on the soil of your farm, with your duck walking her webbed feet across your chest and leaving damp marks all over your shirt.

This is peace. This is where you could die, decomposing in your leftover humiliation from the week before. But of course—all good things come to an end, and the end comes to you in the form of a distinct lack of wheat seeds in your storage containers.

Dreadful. This is a sign from some higher power that it’s finally time for you to get your ass up and go into town. Face the world like an adult. Get your wheat seeds so that you and your animals don’t starve to death and rot away on this already-rotting farm. Ugh.

Your duck pads up your chest and leans her face into yours. Her beady little eyes stare right into your soul. She’s begging you. Begging you to get wheat so her plump little body doesn’t start to deteriorate. What a manipulator.

A heavy, bone-rattling sigh escapes you as you gently push her off of you and sit up. This is it. You have to face everyone, again, after embarrassing yourself in front of the stupid boy you like and his mother, of all people. Fortunately for you, they live up in the mountains, so a little trip to PIerre’s in town wouldn’t be so much of a risk. You’d be fine. You could still be a functioning adult, so long as you didn't wander up north where the mines were.

…

Okay, well. You lied to yourself.

It was all a big lie. A big lie you told yourself to feel some kind of security about leaving your stupid, lonely farm and going into town and getting the stupid seeds that you needed. You’re a liar, a fraud, and a chronic-problem-avoider, and none of those problems would ever get fixed during your probably-very-short-lifespan. Short, of course, because you were going to die in the middle of Pierre’s shop, right here and right now in the produce aisle.

Because of course, as luck would have it, Sebastian is right there too. Staring at you. Holding two unshucked ears of corn, in his hands. You would laugh at how silly he looked if this wasn’t so humiliating.

“Um.” He’s the first to say anything. Hearing his voice after a week startles you enough to make you stiffen even more and your shaky hands threaten to drop the seed packets to the floor. His eyes are wide and there’s a flush to his cheeks that might be from the leftover chill of the outdoors. Despite everything, you hope maybe it’s because of you instead.

You can’t form words. Your mouth flutters open and closed like a trapdoor until you decide to keep them tightly shut. Devastating. Humiliating. Mortifying. There are so many words that you’ve used so often over the last two weeks that you could continue to use here. Your vocabulary is not very expansive in the slightest, but it’s not your fault you’ve been put in the same types of scenarios so often.

“Hello,” you choke out. Surprisingly, your voice is steady for the most part. The rest of you is not. The seeds rattle in your hands and you can feel your legs locked up. Anxiety floods through you like ice water and freezes in your bone marrow. You’re stuck. You might throw up. Again, this is a very common theme in every interaction you have with Sebastian. Very unfortunate.

Even more unfortunate is the fact that, despite all the embarrassment and chagrin and overall-horrifying matter of events, you still want to kiss him. You’re reliving the ten-second kiss from the last time you saw him and it’s making you enter some parallel universe in your head—one where his mom didn't catch you kissing, and where he liked you back and maybe let you sleep over his house like he said he would, and where you could kiss him even more. You’re getting whiplash from everything running through your head. God.

“I, um…” he clearly feels just as awkward, which does nothing to reassure you. “Haven’t seen you in a while. We thought you’d… show up to the saloon, or.” Sebastian cuts himself off early. He must realize by your completely unmoving form that you’re not planning on loosening up at all during the course of this conversation.

“Right, um,” you scramble for some kind of excuse but you know that regardless of what you say, he’s gonna know. He’s not gonna believe a single thing you say, because he knows. He was there. He was the one that you kissed.

There’s no way he’s not completely aware at this time. Totally and utterly aware that you’re indescribably in love with him, more than infatuated. He must know that you like him so much it makes your chest hurt and your head ache with the untamable need to kiss him stupid every time you see his face. He must know. You’d risked it all, laid it open on the table for him last week when you kissed him and he didn't do much with it, really, which was fine but—he must know. After all of this.

A thought rushes through your head and it immediately heats up the ice in your bones. You’re moving, now, this time at a pace that can only be achieved by spontaneous ferocity and a phobia of the mother of the boy you like. You’re quick to act, lunging forward and grabbing his arm to pull his entire form behind the shelf.

“Is your mom here?!” you whisper harshly at him. You didn't even think of it until now, the fact that he might be here with his mother and that would mean you’d have to face her not on your own terms. A confrontation would start up in the middle of this quiet, quaint little grocery store, and you’d have to yield and nod at an angry ginger woman as she called you a hussy, or something. Or— no, Robin wouldn’t call you a hussy. She was too nice for that. Pam would call you a hussy, probably. Well.

The distress in your voice must come out clearly enough for him because he frantically shakes his head and whispers back a definite no! It’s too late to reel you back in, though, and your mind is already going a million miles a minute. If you’re going to do anything, you have to do it now, because otherwise you will never speak a single word to this family ever again.

“You— Please tell your mom that I’m sorry, like so very very sorry, and I will give her so many of my crops and hardwood and stone to make up for everything. And—” you shush him when he tries to interrupt, talking over him rapidly to stop him from trying it again, “—I didn't mean to— or, I did mean— um, point is. Tell your mom. I’m so sorry. And that I really need a coop upgrade and I’ll pay her double what it normally is to make up for everything.” You pause. “Please.”

Sebastian is. Speechless. It’s not often that you see him like this—in fact, you don’t think you’ve actually ever seen him like this. His mouth flutters open and closed. Trapdoor, just like you, earlier. The shared traits between both of you make you want to throw up and scream. It’s too endearing and you want to rip your heart out before another situation happens just like last time, this time with Pierre as your witness.

“What…” he begins, “are you talking about?” The furrow in his brow is one of genuine confusion, and so is the high-pitched lilt of his questioning voice. It only serves to make you more confused. And more agitated because this is really really embarrassing and the heat of it is starting to settle on your face and neck.

“What. Do you think. I’m talking about.”

He obviously does not get the hint. He stays quiet, expression frustratingly unmoving as he blinks once, twice, three times at you. Holy shit.

“I’m not going to say it,” you tell him. Any kind of confidence you had going into this conversation has dissipated and melted into a gooey kind of embarrassment. Suddenly, you’re back in the grade school nurse’s office, flinching at the disappointed look she gives you as she writes you a pass back to class—back to your impending doom and the D-minus that awaits you. This is that. This is worse than that by ten— no, a thousand times.

“Are you five years old? What are you talking about, just say—!”

“You are so embarrassing.” You hiss at him, but there’s really no weight in your lackluster insult. It’s more of a half hearted attempt to get him to stop talking about everything and anything, at least until you get out of this goddamn store and maybe even this goddamn town where everyone likes to gossip.

You nearly tear the stupid ears of corn out of his stupid hands in your rush to get out of this store. “Are you— Is this the only thing you’re buying?” At his nod, you grab three more packets of miscellaneous seeds and start your rushed walk to the counter to check out.

“What are you doing?!” His voice is a frantic whisper, matching your tone, but it’s less aggravated and more just genuinely confused. Sebastian seems dazed, threaded into the spinning loom of your contagious anxiety. You feel bad about it, really, but you’re threaded right next to him in an aggravating bright yellow string, and it’s hard to untangle yourself.

“Please shut up,” you mumble, and then you’re at the counter and ignoring Pierre’s worried look as you pull crinkled dollar bills from your pockets. The transaction is fast, thankfully, and the cost of Sebastian’s items doesn’t set you back too much. Before you know it, you’re gripping part of his hoodie sleeve and dragging him out the door behind you.

The chill of fall hits you when you step outside. A foggy breath escapes you as you gain the courage to turn back at him. “You. Need to take these to your mom,” you thrust the stupid corn back into his arms and he catches them, thankfully, “and tell her I’m sorry. And pretend everything never happened. Tell her I’m. Really super very sorry.”

“I don’t think you— I’m. Not sure I understand,” he counters you, hesitant but determined in the way he keeps going, “she’s not mad at you. Why are you apologizing? I haven’t seen you for a week and now…?”

Aw. Maybe you should find it sweet that he seems at least a little bit upset about not seeing you, almost like he missed you. That delusional thought is muffled by the stress of everything you’re talking about, though.

“Hussy.”

“What?”

“Um.” There is no coming back from this. “Does she— Do people say that here? Does she. Think I’m a hussy.”

This is a ridiculous conversation. Every single interaction you’ve had with Sebastian, ever, has been ridiculous, and this is doing nothing to disprove that. You’ve actually going to puke. You know, it’s been just a joking threat these past few weeks, but this time you’re really going to vomit all over his stupid skater sneakers.

He’s dead silent, startled into submission by your words and you can’t even blame him. Who says the word hussy?! Why did you think anyone would call you a hussy?!?!

“I kissed her son in the dead of night right in front of her house,” you speak slowly and clearly, forcing yourself past the utter mortification that freezes your fingers and makes bile stir in your stomach, “and you’re saying that she doesn’t, um. That she’s… not mad.”

There is no coming back from this. Again. You’re grasping for either reassurance Sebastian’s mouth does that trapdoor thing again. You contemplate dropping all your seeds and running. Maybe the birds will like them.

“No. You just left me on my porch.” And he’s upset. At least a little bit. It shows in the incredulous tone of his voice and the way his lips stay parted in disbelief. You did, unfortunately, leave him on that porch that night. He’s not… wrong about that. “And then avoided me for a week. You didn't even come into town at all. Abigail and Sam told me they never saw you. Did you never leave your farm just so you wouldn’t see me?” Hurt. He’s hurt, not just upset.

Now you just feel stupid. You didn't even consider the implications of kissing someone and then running away and never seeing them again. In your defense, it wasn’t because of him, more because of his mom and the very likely (read: completely inaccurate) prediction that Robin would beat you up on sight.

“No!” You’re frantic to clear things up, but judging by his doubtful expression you’re going to have to do a lot to reach that goal. “That’s. It wasn’t on purpose. It was embarrassing.” It’s probably still the wrong choice of words. His face flinches and he glances to the side in discomfort. You’re losing him. You’re so, so bad at this. No kidding. That’s why you kissed a guy in front of his mom and almost threw up on his shoes, like, twice. Three times.

Maybe if you put it into perspective. “How would you feel if you kissed someone in their front lawn and then their mom came out and caught you guys kissing and on top of that, what if you were the new person in town and everyone still kind of maybe doesn’t like you completely, and you just ruined your reputation by kissing somebody in front of their parent?” Okay. Effective.

It’s quiet. He’s blinking at you. You get that response a lot whenever you speak to him, really. Maybe that’s a testament to your eloquence. (It’s really not.)

“And,” you keep going, because of course you do, “you never visited me, never sent a letter, nothing. Nobody came to see me. And. I kissed you and then you said nothing and. What was I supposed to do?!”

It’s what you’ve held back for a week now. Really, you weren’t expecting him to show up at your house and confess his undying love for you. A kiss is just a kiss. But if he was going to bring up the whole never-seeing-him-again thing, then you could do that too.

“You.” Trapdoor. He stutters and falters and lets out a sigh that deflates all the tension in his body. “My mom. Wants you to come over for dinner.”

Okay. Well. What the fuck does that mean.

“I want you to come over for dinner,” he clarifies. The furrow in his brow is one of certainty instead of confusion. His eyes meet yours, and stay locked for as long as his inner anxieties allow before he’s looking to the side and avoiding your wide-eyed stare.

Oh. Okay. That’s what. He means.

“Well,” you say out loud, because you’re an idiot and can’t ever control the words that spill out of your mouth. “Then. I would really love having dinner with you.” It’s supposed to come out determined, assured, maybe even a little flirty. Instead, it comes out awkwardly and stilted and you think you might be making a weird face at him on accident. The message clearly gets across, though, because the subtle tension in his face dissipates and he’s starting to smile at you. His stupid, awkward, tucked-in smile. You will yourself to not kiss him in the middle of the town square.

He mumbles a hazy “yeah,” and for a moment you think he sounds almost… dreamy. Lovestruck, maybe. Of course he’s not, because he’s Sebastian and you’re the farmer (th farmer that kissed him, and he kissed back, and now he’s inviting to his house for dinner, but. Well. That’s besides the point). It’s wishful thinking, but you still can’t help the way your eyes trail across his face and down and along the seam of his lips and. There’s the craving to kiss him, reignited, stirring deep in your chest and stomach and in the twitch of your fingertips.

“I guess that means we have to make plans for it,” and there’s some odd deeper meaning in his words, and his eyes are flitting to the side before coming back to you again. His lips twitch in something close to mischief, but not quite. “I guess that I should come over. To talk about plans.”

You’re smiling. You try to resist it, scared you’ll look stupid with how wide you’re grinning but you can’t help it and now you’re smiling with teeth and pressing a giggle back down your throat before you start shrieking in joy. “I think you should. I think I should walk you to my house and talk about. Dinner plans. Totally dinner plans.” Sebastian’s eyes flit to your lips for a moment, a devastating, knee-weakening palm-dampening bone-rattling moment. You’re very certain that you didn't imagine it in some infatuated haze. The corners of his lips tuck into that smile you love so much, too much, and he lets out a breathy sort of laugh. “Dinner plans.”

You walk him home—to your home, this time. There’s seeds in your right hand and the two ears of corn in his left, and your proximity as you walk makes it so that your hands brush together slightly with every step you take. His hands are dry from the cold. You don’t tell him that.

And you two don’t hold hands on the way home, because that would be silly. Because you’re just walking him to your house, to talk about dinner plans. There’s a bubble of unspoken things around the both of you, but there’s something between the looks you share with each other that makes you stop caring so much about saying things. You’re not very good at that, anyways.

You show him your favorite duck in your coop, the one you want Robin to upgrade, and then your cool cheese press machine that accounts for half the money you earn from your farm. He’s finally introduced to Kitty, who yowls at him once before padding up to him and biting his calf. You tell him it’s her love language.

And you talk about dinner plans. Or. Well. Who are you kidding. You kiss him silly. Silly and stupid in your kitchen, tugging on the sleeves and cuffs of his hoodie and then the hairs at the nape of his neck and then his fingers, trailing your own against his palm in circles and spirals and heart shapes that you’re almost embarrassed to be making. Almost. But not really.

You don’t really have the time or mind to be embarrassed, really. Not when you’re dizzy and warm and giggling into the lips of the pretty boy you’re in love with. And, not when you’re busy making dinner plans, of course.

#stardew valley x reader #sebastian x reader #sdv x reader #stardew valley #stardew valley sebastian #sebastian sdv x reader #sebastian stardew valley x reader #sebastian sdv #stardew valley x farmer #sebastian x farmer #sebastian sdv x farmer #stardew valley fanfic #sebastian fanfic #sebastian sdv fanfic #I DID IT GOOD LORD #ill write a makeout scene to make up for this #maybe #...hopefully

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moeblob · 3 months

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Spent a week in game smashing and blowing up rocks to get 1000 for a "big request" from Robin. The next day she wants "30 fresh rocks" and Asmo has MORALS and DIGNITY and LINES HE WILL NOT HAVE CROSSED. So he opts to grab the new "big request" from Demetrius for 20 lake fish in a week. (he catches them in less than a day)

Asmodeus♡ really do be out here ready to burn the town to the ground at a moment's notice...

#stardew valley #sdv robin #farmer asmodeus♡#i think asmo really do just be totin' lord around with him in his shirt constantly #you dont have to hear asmo coming but you can hear the steady purr of a cat which is basically the same outcome #asmo is in relationship limbo since two or three are stuck in need of ANY SEASON BUT WINTER and alas its still winter

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alucardsinep · 14 days

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m. rasmodius big naturals?

#kiki draws #im doing the lords work (giving every wizard big naturals)#stardew valley #sdv wizard #this is so stupid i have no excuse except. pondering these orbs huh #wizard #wizardposting #gandalf big naturals

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its-sakurachan · 7 months

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you take your doctor bf on a date and he takes photos of something smh 😤❤️‍🔥

he drinks 6 shots of espresso btw.

#i love him omg #lord have mercy #sdv harvey #stardew valley fanart #stardew valley harvey #harvey sdv #sdv fanart #harvey stardew valley #stardew harvey #doctor harvey #sdv art #sdv #sv #stardew valley #harvey stardew #sv harvey #harvey sv

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bungalowbear · 7 months

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Lord of the Valley: The Arrival

Pairing: vampire!Nanami Kento x reader

Summary: You move into the akiya your family owns.

Word Count: 1,000

A/N: Here’s part one of my three part mini series. No Nanami and no smut in this one but things will get spicier as we go along. Enjoy!

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Your eyes jump from the road to the paper map on the passenger seat. Your parents marked with red ink directions to the akiya. Taking the final right turn, you drive until you finally spot the wooden post with your family name carved into it. You pull into the grassy yard and turn off the engine.

Looking out your windshield, the late morning sun shines brightly onto the shabby exterior of the akiya. You didn’t even know about this place until just recently, and the way your parents explained its condition you knew it was going to be a big project. After years of neglect the grass is overgrown, one of the engawa beams is deteriorating, and there are a few cracks in the sliding doors.

As you get out of the car you start imagining the state of the interior. You had enough sense to bring some cleaning supplies, but judging by what you’ve seen of the outside you don’t think you brought enough.

You’re pulled out of your thoughts when suddenly there’s rustling in the grass. You turn and see a medium sized dog with a brindle coat sprinting toward you. It pounces out of the tall grass and lands a few feet from you. It seems more curious than aggressive.

The dog slowly draws nearer and you hold out a steady hand for it to sniff, letting it come to you. It looks up at you and you’re caught in its stare for a long minute. The trance is broken when its tongue licks your fingers and wags its tail. As if welcoming a friend, the dog nudges your hand with its nose. You take the cue and run your hand over its head before scratching behind its ears.

The dog follows behind as you walk toward the sliding doors of the house. You already know your first priority will be to air it out. So you slide the doors open, coughing as the stale air rushes around you to escape.

You step up onto the engawa and walk into the middle of the main room. Dust covers every surface. There are webs in every corner. A centipede crawls across the aged tatami.

Suddenly, you’re very grateful for the broom in your trunk.

The cloth fastened over your face shields you from the circulating dust as you sweep. After you’re done in the main room you move to the kitchen, where pots and various tableware sit on the counters and in cupboards long abandoned.

As you’re scrubbing a large pot you hear barking. You look over your shoulder toward the open shoji doors and see the dog sitting on the engawa, her back to you as she continues barking at your visitors. You hear voices and leave the pot to go meet them. When you’re at the engawa you find a man and a woman standing in your yard carrying baskets filled with apples and cabbages.

“Hello, there.” The woman waves. “My name is Mika, and this is my husband Tadashi. We brought you gifts to welcome you to the neighborhood.”

“Thank you,” you say. “That’s very kind of you.”

The man steps forward but stops in his tracks when your canine companion lets out a low growl. You pat her head as you pass by her, softly assuring her, and step down onto the grass.

“Careful with that one,” Tadashi warns. “She’s been lurking around here for quite some time. Not very friendly.”

“She’s not so bad.” You smile. “I think she’s just been very lonely.”

Tadashi chuckles, nervously eyeing the canine behind you before carefully placing the basket of cabbages on the engawa. Mika approaches and he takes her apples to set them beside the cabbages. She places her hand on her husband’s shoulder.

“We’ll leave you to it then,” Mika says. “If you ever need anything we’re just down the road.”

“Thank you.”

You bow in gratitude and watch them leave. You bring the baskets inside, and on your second trip you notice a tatami panel in the main room is slightly askew. You try to shift it back into place but it won’t budge. So instead you lift it and find a hollow space beneath it.

Like the rest of the house, it’s dusty. A large wooden box sits at the bottom. You grab and lift it out, opening it to reveal several journals engraved with a month and year across the front. Curious, you open the first one and begin reading.

It’s nearly two in the morning. Since you’ve never been good at sleeping in unfamiliar places, you stay up reading the journals instead of attempting a good night’s sleep.

You’re aware of your family history. The journals just help fill in some of the gaps.

You stand, setting the journal aside, and raise your arms above your head then bend at the waist to stretch. You walk across the tatami and open the sliding door to use the restroom, an attached outhouse.

When you open the door the dog is sitting upright and staring out at the trees, growling again.

“What is it?”

You don’t see or hear anything but you feel like you’re being watched.

You do your business and come back to the door, finding her in the same spot. You call for her attention and at first she doesn’t listen, still focused on the trees. You remember a dog mentioned in the journals. The way it was described reminds you of this one. Her name was…

“Chiyo?”

She finally looks up at you. Her head tilts to the side and her tail sways when you say her name again.

“Inside,” you tell her.

She takes one last look into the darkness before entering the house. You take one last glance of your own, catching a pair of shining carmine irises looking back at you through the cover of the trees, just at the edge of the property line.

Unbothered, you step inside your house and shut the door.

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‘Curse’ Behind King Tutankhamun’s Tomb Mysterious Deaths Finally Solved

The unsettling curse of King Tutankhamun’s tomb in Egypt has bewildered archaeologists since it’s been feared to be linked to the mysterious deaths of multiple excavators who discovered it in 1922.

However, a scientist now claims to have solved the mysteries of the infamous “Pharaoh’s Curse” more than 100 years later.

Toxic levels of radiation emanating from uranium and poisonous waste are believed to have lingered inside the tomb since it was sealed over 3,000 years ago, Ross Fellowes wrote last month in the Journal of Scientific Exploration (JSE).

The burial chamber in the tomb of Tutankhamun, near Luxor, Egypt.

The radiation level inside Tutankhamun’s tomb is so high that anyone who comes in contact with it could very likely develop a fatal dose of radiation sickness and cancer.

“Both contemporary and ancient Egypt populations are characterized by unusually high incidences of hematopoietic cancers, of bone/blood/lymph, for which a primary known cause is radiation exposure,” Fellowes wrote in his study.

However, this radioactivity isn’t isolated to Tutankhamun’s tomb.

Fellowes revealed that “unusually high radiation levels have been documented in Old Kingdom tomb ruins” and spread throughout sites in Egypt.

“Radiation has been detected by the Geiger counter at two sites at Giza adjacent to the pyramids,” he wrote, adding that radon — a radioactive gas — has also been detected in “several underground tombs at Saqqara.”

The “Coffinette for the Viscera of Tutankhamun,” which contained the king’s mummified liver, depicts him as Osiris, holding a crook and flail.

Medical imagery of Tutankhamun is shown above a replica of King Tut’s skull on display during the “Tutankhamun And The Golden Age Of The Pharaohs” at the Los Angeles County Museum of Art in California.

These readings were all found to be “intensely radioactive.”

“Modern studies confirm very high levels of radiation in ancient Egyptian tombs, in the order of 10x accepted safety standards,” the study shared.

It’s also theorized that those who built the ancient tombs were aware of the toxins based on the eerie warnings carved on the walls.

“The nature of the curse was explicitly inscribed on some tombs, with one translated presciently as, ‘they that break this tomb shall meet death by a disease that no doctor can diagnose,’” Fellowes wrote.

Outside the tomb of Tutankhamun during the 1922 excavation in the Valley of the Kings in Egypt.

Other ominous translations like “forbidden” because of “evil spirits” may have significantly fueled the fear that supernatural curses lingered in the ancient sites.

Those fears intensified with the mysterious deaths of Lord Carnarvon, who funded the excavation in 1922 and reportedly walked through the treasured filled rooms — and multiple others after they unsealed the tomb.

“Carnarvon was dead within a few weeks of the uncertain diagnosis of blood poisoning and pneumonia,” Fellowes wrote.

Egyptologist Howard Carter (R) walks with archaeologist Lord Carnarvon, the patron of his research, outside the tomb of King Tutankhamun in 1922.

Egyptologist Arthur Weigall allegedly told colleagues that Carnarvon would “be dead within six weeks” upon entering, the study claimed.

Howard Carter, the first person to walk inside Tutankhamun’s tomb with Carnarvon, died in 1939 after a long battle with Hodgkin’s lymphoma, which was suspected to be caused by radiation poisoning.

British Egyptologist and independent excavator Arthur Weigall was present at the opening of Tut’s Tomb and is also credited with starting the ‘myth’ of the curse.

He died of cancer at 54 years old in 1934.

Workers remove a tray of chariot parts from the Tomb of Tutankhamun in the Valley of the Kings, Egypt, in 1922.

In total, six of the 26 people present when the tomb was opened died within a decade from asphyxia, stroke, diabetes, heart failure, pneumonia, poisoning, malaria and X-ray exposure.

While the deaths can be seen as odd, the curse theory was also likely fueled by the oddities that happened when it opened.

Carnarvon had reportedly suffered a mosquito bite that became severely infected.

Around the time excavators opened the tomb, Cairo reportedly suffered a bizarre power outage and a freak sandstorm, according to National Geographic.’

At one point during the excavation, Carnarvon’s favorite dog allegedly let out a chilling howl and suddenly dropped dead.

A photograph showing guards standing outside the tomb of Tutankhamun in Egypt in 1922.

A sacred cow being removed from Tomb of Tutankhamun in 1922.

From a historical perspective, the discovery of the tomb in the Valley of Kings is considered one of the most fascinating finds that gave modern society a glimpse into the Egyptian royalty voyage into the afterlife.

Five thousand items, including solid gold funeral shoes, statues, games, and strange animals, were discovered inside Tutankhamun’s tombs.

It would take the excavators ten years to clear the tomb of its treasure.

The golden funerary mask of Tutankhamun.

The unsealing and studying of the tomb is also credited with launching the modern era of Egyptology.

Tutankhamun took the throne as pharaoh around nine or ten years old and ruled between 1332 BC and 1323 BC.

However, he died by the time he turned 18.

There are no surviving records of Tutankhamun’s death and how the young pharaoh died remains a mystery.

However, Tutankhamun is suspected to have suffered from several health issues — likely linked to his father, Akhenaten, and his mother, Nefertiti, being brother and sister.

By Richard Pollina.

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