She’s Such A Diva I Love Her ❤️

I had such high hopes for how much I would write this week.

But then I discovered Look Outside and put like 15 hours into that instead.

And my first Rarepair week fic ballooned out of my control.

Life amirite

That feeling when you come back to a fic after a break and realize the last 1,000 or so words you wrote just don't work.

Devastating.

Blank Notepad doc on my laptop

No planning outside of what my fevered brain holds

No gods

No masters

Just me and a brick of text in consolas regular

hello writers.

So far my 30s have been like a second childhood.

I came out. I’m reconnecting with things that brought me joy as a kid. I’m rediscovering myself on my own terms and gearing up for the next phase of my life.

Really looking forward to my coming of age arc in my 40s ❤️

i think you can be 40 and have a coming of age narrative

Good news

I’m back on a higher dose of adhd meds

My mind is quiet again and I can focus

Bad news

I have new hyperfixations that are neither my day job nor cleaning my goddamn apartment

I may or may not have something to shamelessly plug:

Camellia Station

(Elliott/Shane fic, at 26k words now and going strong, strangers to lovers!)

the below confession was submitted off anon (its a long one):

can someone hear me out on shelliott? (shane/elliott)

they have actually been consuming my thoughts ever since i first started playing. at first i thought combining their dynamics would be funny, but guys.. i dont think its a joke anymore,, ...

IN ALL SERIOUSNESS PLEASE HEAR ME OUT

elliott moved to stardew valley for a change. shane has been living here for ages, living an endless cycle of deprivation and misery (in short, he has not felt change). he meets elliott, who of course is glad and excited to life a new life, whereas shane'll live the same old routine. like w the farmer, shane would be extremely cold to elliott, pushing him away because he sorta pisses him off with his sunny aura and all that, but as all things go, elliott is eager to know more about him, and boom.

shane 2 heart event but theyre at the beach. elliott happens to pass by the guy, sat on the docks south of the beach surrounded by an 8-pack of beer. shane tells him how he feels, and elliott realizes why shane acts the way he is — rude, annoyed, pissy — because he can't seem to catch a break from helplessness.

he understands it, both in a sympathetic and in an aesthetic way — not aesthetic as in he romanticizes it, but rather sees the beauty in such an ugly feeling — and he listens, even if he can't help in the way shane needs it. he listens because he could.

i also really just cant get over the events that could happen during shanes 6 heart event. BECAUSE??

shane asks him why he shouldn't roll off that ledge at that moment. elliott, face soaking wet from both the rain and his tears, tells him it's because the world would mourn those who don't live long enough to realize living is to love. and from shane's point of view, elliott is the world.

all this include these hcs too:

adamant and persistent x given up w life and distant

LOVER X THINKS HES UNLOVEABLE !!!!!

sees the beauty in life x sees the ugliness

elliott's demure nature changes when he witnesses shane at his lowest

shane thinks elliott's romantic schtick is a whole lotta nonsense, but he slowly warms up to it and eventually indulges on his own

overall shane just being in denial because he fell for elliott's cheesy romantic shit. "no way in hell am i gonna like that guy with his long swoopy hair... and his weirdly kind way with words... and oddly comforting aura... and... FUCK"

anyway i hope this spreads my shelliott propaganda. SDV FIC WRITERS PLEASE WRITE MORE SHELLIOTT‼️‼️

Yes!! I need to see a synthesis of your own original ideas.

If I wanted to know what the primary source was about, I’d go read/watch/play it.

Dear video essay creators. A video analysis is when you analyze a piece of media. No no look at me. A summary, no matter how thorough, is not an analysis. An analysis requires you to draw conclusions about the media such as authorial intent, real-world parallels, discussion about themes/worldbuilding/character motivation, and so much more. You have to stop summarizing something and saying that’s analysis. The Gaylors are doing more critical analysis than you. Is that who you want to lose to? The gaylors?

Adorable! I love this for him.

And relatable because this is the standard reaction I get from anyone I make listen to The Decemberists.

Hi, hello.

All this recent talk about Shane coded songs made me think about Harvey a bit. I’m of the opinion that he’d be a fan of the Decemberists, and from that thought came what has got to be the most self-indulgent little thing I’ve ever written.

Look below the cut for some SFW fluff.

Contains: domesticity and conversations best suited for those of us whose musical tastes crystallized in the 2006 indie folk scene.

Harvey had a vinyl collection. It was endearing, his dedication to physical media. Mostly jazz albums, smooth and smoky, all warm and rich through his speakers.

You weren’t much for jazz. He had some other options too, but you weren’t sure those were for you either.

“Why do you listen to music about dead babies?”

You’d asked it while washing the dishes. Harvey nearly dropped the plate in his hands. “What!?”

You shrugged. “I put on one of your records and the guy was singing about a dead baby.”

“You… what album?” Harvey’s eyes were crinkled in bemusement.

“It had a boat on it?”

Harvey thought for a second, then his face lit in recognition. “The Decemberists! They’re wonderful!”

You laughed. “Didn’t know your taste was so… edgy?”

“Oh no no no.” Harvey was blushing. “That track… not a good representation. Here.” He dried his hands, grabbed yours, pulled you into his hobby room. You leaned against the door, trying to control your smile as he rifled through his albums. He made a small “ah” sound as he pulled one out. “This is a better starting point.”

Strings filled the room, and you settled in on the floor to listen. You liked this one a little better, but…

“Is this a song about a couple jumping off a cliff together?”

“…yes?” Harvey ducked his head, an embarrassed smile playing on his lips.

“I mean, I like it better than the dead baby one…”

“Hmmm…” Harvey fiddled with the player again. “They’re known for this one. Might want to sit down, it’s long.”

You appeased him, doing your best not to knock into the model that was drying on the table next to you. Harvey joined, picking up a bit of sandpaper. He worked away at a few small pieces of wood as you spent the next nine minutes trying to follow the action of a rambling nautical tale.

“So let me get this straight,” you said as an accordion reeled through its outro. “This dude bankrupted the kids mom and gave her an std or something, so the singer took to sea to kill him, but then they both got swallowed by a whale, but he’s still gonna kill him?”

Harvey nodded, keeping his eyes on his project. “Yup. That’s… that’s about it.”

“Huh.” You sat and watched him for a moment as he smoothed away at a rough edge. The track transitioned, a gentle guitar picking, the lead singer’s lowing tenor sliding through a simple melody.

You recognized it.

“I think I know this one?” You tried to place it. It sounded a little different in your head. Softer. Hummed.

Harvey was blushing again. “I get it stuck in my head sometimes. It’s one of my favorites. ‘Of Angels and Angles.’ Makes me think of you.”

“Awww…” You couldn’t help the slow smile. That was exactly it. Harvey would hum it sometimes around the house, or, now that you were thinking a little harder, when you were in bed, head on his chest, the melody rumbling beneath you as you grew up warm and tired and relaxed.

Harvey’s lips were moving, singing without singing as he brushed away a bit of dust from the wing he held.

There’s a swallow

There’s a calm

Here’s a hand to lay on your open palm today

You stood, wrapped your arms around his shoulder, buried your face in his hair as the song wound its way to its end. “Alright,” you said. “That was a lot better than the first one I heard. What else you got?”

Harvey tilted his head up at you. “Ever heard the story of the crane wife?”

You hadn’t, but now you couldn’t wait to hear all about it.

Elliott grew up wanting to be Westley from The Princess Bride.

So excited for this!! And I have some of my pairs picked out 👀

* Fake Relationship: Shane/Sam

* Close Proximity: Leah/Abigail

* Opposites Attract: Shane/Elliott

* Forbidden Love: Caroline/Jodi

* Free Day: Haley/Penny

Still noodling on Enemies to Lovers and Second Chances. The inspo will surely come… maybe. We’ll see!

INTRODUCING RAREPAIR WEEK: 21ST - 27TH APRIL 2025

We have been teasing this on the server for a while now, so I am excited to announce the prompts below.

RULES AND FAQ HERE

Happy writing everyone!