#Stardew Valley Crossover

[radioactivepeasant]

Stardew Valley got me, y'all 😅

I wasn't expecting to get this invested

[itstheaestheticforme]

Inspired by sefikura fanfic

A Solitude of Space by aceofbasedesires on ao3.

A fic where Sephiroth finds himself in Stardew Valley and becomes a farmer. It's less crack than you think.

Prepare yourself for healing, angst, heartbreak, art therapy, a lot of fishing and most important of all a happy ending.

(Link is in the fic title and here)

[colonelghoul]

art dump

im going through a really bad art block and i have zero motivation to draw 😞😞😞

[cosmic-bee]

I had to do it

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[dailydragon08]

Starwarsdew: A Star Wars/Stardew Valley Crossover

After inheriting your grandpa’s farm, you move to Pelican Town in Stardew Valley, where a host of tasks await you. While trying to revive the old property and farmhouse, you also have to gain the locals’ trust and uncover the secrets of the land’s mysterious Forest Magic from the equally elusive wizard, Yoda. The town doctor and his apprentice—Dr. Kenobi and Luke Skywalker—seem equally wrapped up in it, but to what extent you can’t say. As you and Luke become closer and learn the secrets of the woods together, the looming war with the Gotoro Empire casts a shadow over the valley just as he’s about to return to the city to complete his medical degree—the city that’s right in the middle of ground the Ferngill Republic is struggling to hold. Will you ever see him again? If you do, will he return the person you knew and were falling for? Or will a darker version prevail?

Chapter 1 coming soon!

[temmysilver]

My second artwork for the ever-talented @ranunculus-bloom 's fanfic! Please please please check it out, this is one of the most well-written fics I've ever read, and not just within the DBH fandom. It was an absolute privilege to get early access to this story and lend my pencils to show off just a bare moment of its brilliance. Read below!

[kashlyn]

Ok so like I was playing Stardew valley... And I forgot this also existed in the game

...

Omg slimes could just be blobs

Are there any Stardew Valley X Danny Phantom fics out there? PLEASE!! My brain craves it!!

[starlightiing]

This F1/stardew valley AU I'm developing with my friends is really good. I'm torn between sharing the details and keeping them a big ol secret so ya'll can read it on AO3 later.

Then I remember there's not many people here I can tempt with F1 fanfic plots yet and I cry because I wanna talk about it so bad.

[cherry-pop-elf]

Ok. Maybe I have a type-

I am so hyped for the stardew valley update. It’s gonna be so damn fun I just know it! Just hurry up and come to the switch already! 😭

[chronicbeans]

So... I'm being unapologetically cringe and have made a Stardew Valley farm just to create a little Stanford Pines farmer (I wanna draw some Gravity Falls/Stardew crossover art but I need inspiration for it, so that's why I made it. Plus Stanford is a comfort character of mine, and Stardew is my comfort game. OwO).

Only problem is, idk who he'd to go for in terms of would he romance or just have Krobus as his roommate for this farm. So, I'm taking a poll to see what y'all think lol. Plus I like seeing the outcomes of polls.

[radioactivepeasant]

Snippets: Free Day Friday

There was supposed to be a Wednesday post, but then Wednesday got hectic lol. So they're both going into one long one: the "I isekai'd Damas into Stardew Valley simply for the sake of a few dreadful jokes and I refuse to take it back now" au

Spring, Year 1

Featuring an Incident that occurred the first time I found out what happens if you try to give an npc a flower but you aren't fully facing them

"It's a what hunt?"

Abigail looked up from the shelf and wrinkled her brow.

"An egg hunt? You know, for the Spring Festival?"

Damas blinked, bewildered.

"I...don't think we had those-"

in the desert

"-in the city."

The desert again. Why does that word keep coming back to me? They're only dreams. Dreams can't hurt you.

The young woman grimaced sympathetically. "Eesh. Probably is for the best your granddad left you the old Spargus place, huh? You barely know anything."

"Oh thanks a lot!" Damas huffed, with a bit of wounded pride.

"Well I didn't mean it like that!" Abigail elbowed him and finally got back to stocking the shelves for her father.

"I mean you got a lot to learn about Pelican Town!"

"So...egg hunt..." Damas pretended to be interested in a can of preserves. The way the light reflected off of Abigail's hair, that specific shade of violet, reminded him of something. A crystal he'd seen once. Somewhere.

"Eggs don't really move though. How do you hunt them?"

Abigail turned very slowly.

"You're...not joking."

"No? I'm not jo- why would I be joking?"

"Oh lord."

The girl raised her eyes skyward with a long-suffering sigh.

"Okay. You'd better come with me."

Be cool, Damas, be cool-

Like you were "cool" with that daffodi-

WE DO NOT SPEAK OF THE DAFFODIL

He didn't know Abigail well yet -- nor did she know him that well. Nevertheless, there was a nervous flutter in his chest as Damas dutifully trudged after her. At first, he thought she was leading them to the mines. An odd choice for explaining egg hunts-

Oh! Were the "eggs" actually slimes? Was that what was hunted?

No, it was not.

Abigail led him to Robin and Demetrius's house.

Demetrius had his clipboard on the table again, strained to the breaking point with notes and charts. Damas had only glimpsed them once and they'd given him a headache.

"Hey Demetrius," Abigail called, "Is Sebastian downstairs?"

"He usually is.”

The scientist glanced up.

"Oh! Abigail! Good morning! And-"

He blinked at Damas, then smiled.

"Young Damas! Good to see you, son."

He reached out a friendly hand to shake. Out of some strange impulse, Damas instead clasped his wrist and forearm. It felt stronger than a handshake, somehow. But when he withdrew his grip, he found blue ink formulas across his palm.

"What the-"

Demetrius blinked. "How did-?"

Then he craned his neck to look at his sleeves. He'd been leaning on the clipboard too long, pressing wet ink into his arms.

"Oh no," he groaned, "not my data!"

"Yeah we're just gonna...we're just gonna go downstairs."

Abigail smacked Damas’s arm and hastened around the corner.

"Hurry up before we have to hear him apologizing to "The Data"!"

Damas followed, squinting at the scribbles on his palm.

"He doesn't actually do that. Does he?"

Abigail shrugged. "Saw him do it once before Maru was born. He'll apologize to diagrams and not his own stepson. Weirdest thing I've ever seen, and I live next door to Pam."

"What is Pam's problem?"

"You wanna ask her? Be my guest," Abigail scoffed, "I'm not going to."

She paused at the basement door and smacked it once in lieu of a knock.

"Hey Seb, you decent?"

There was a clattering, and several painful sounding thumps, and then the door swung open.

"A- Abigail! Hi!"

The skinny boy pushed an absurd amount of hair out of his eyes. The instant he saw Damas, his smile became somewhat forced.

"Oh, uh- I...thought that was Sam."

Abigail sighed. "Ah dangit. You know what? Sam oughta be here too. Seb, this nerd doesn't know what an egg hunt is!"

Sebastian blinked slowly at Damas. "You're kidding, right?"

"Apparently they don't have that in the big city," Abigail said. "For real, he just asked me how people were supposed to hunt eggs if eggs can't move."

Sebastian squinted, jutting his chin forward in comical confusion.

"What? No- how does- what?"

He glanced at Damas.

"Come on man, there's no way you're that dense.”

"Well," Damas answered dryly, "I panicked when Abigail startled me last week and shoved an entire daffodil in my mouth. So the jury is out on that."

Sebastian snorted. "She has that effect on people."

"Okay, what's that supposed to mean?!"

Abigail shoved Sebastian playfully.

"Come on, at least let us in so we can educate this rube."

With Abigail's focus on him, Sebastian seemed to gain a bit more confidence. He stood to the side and waved them in.

"Hey Farmer, I don't think that's what "living off the land" is supposed to mean," he needled.

"Yeah yeah," Damas muttered under his breath.

"Did it at least taste okay?"

"It absolutely did not." Damas made a face, resisting the urge to scrape the phantom taste from his tongue.

"So. Egg hunts." Abigail dropped dramatically onto a small couch.

"If he doesn't even know that, what else doesn't he know about normal childhood stuff?"

"Probably everything," Damas volunteered, "I got my first part-time job with Joja when I was twelve."

The other two nineteen year olds stared at him as if he'd just announced that he slept hanging from the rafters like a bat every night.

"Mmmmmmmy gosh," Sebastian said in disgust, "That's the most depressing thing I've ever heard."

"Yep." Damas folded his arms and leaned against the wall.

He wondered if his blustering manager in the prison corporation ever found out he was the one who deleted an entire server's worth of files before running to Pelican Town.

That was probably going to catch up to him someday.

But that was a problem for Future Damas.

Winter: Year Six

“What took you so long? You have a death wish, babe?” Abigail glared at him.

“I wasn't talking to you!” Damas waved his hands frantically. “I was talking to Jak!”

“That's not better. You know that's not actually better, right? He's like forty minutes old, what was he gonna do, kick his way out when he still looked like a Muppet Show background character?”

"In my defense," the farmer said, "I don’t think it would've gone over any better if I'd said "I think the baby that just came out of you is a reincarnation of the past life's son I keep having dreams about. Because it sounds weird even when I say it."

Abigail glared at him and pulled their son a little closer to her chest.

"You've been visiting Rasmodius, haven't you."

"Have not!"

"That's exactly the kind of crap Rasmodius mutters about when he's on his "potions"! What'd he tell you it was this time?"

"That hasn't happened in years, okay?" Damas protested, "Guy freaks me out. I literally only go to pick up Marlon's stuff. I don't want that mushroom cooking menace around our baby."

"That's...a little harsh, but I'm on-board with it." Abigail carefully moved Jak to her shoulder to pat his tiny back.

"Eeeeehhhh oh I don't like this, how am I supposed to burp him?! He's so tiny, I'm gonna break him!"

"You're not gonna break him."

"Look at him!!! He's so fragile!"

Well, Damas couldn't argue there. The only familiar thing about his son were his eyes. Harvey was saying newborns couldn't see that far, that he couldn't make out their faces as much as their voices yet, but those little blue eyes had zeroed in on Damas’s instantly, like he knew where to look.

Were you this small the first time you were my son? I wish I could remember. But maybe it's better that I can't. You probably won't start having the dreams until you're thirteen, like I did. You can just be you and I can just be me. I'm not going to leave you alone this time.

"Abby can I-?"

Damas made the most pitiful face he could.

His wife narrowed her eyes.

"Are you going to wake him up?"

"No."

"Say weird stuff and make the nurses judge us more than usual?"

"No...?"

Abigail's voice took on a terrible mischief. "Are you going to try to put him in your mouth if someone startles you?"

"You're so mean." Damas carefully took the newborn from her. "That only happened twice, and I was a kid."

"That last incident was only four years ago, honey.”

"Mean!"

[a-substantial-trash-pile]

welcome to my twisted mind

(to anyone unfamiliar with my farmer, he’s reacting like that because he’s originally from our world and is very much familiar with undertale. lol.)

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[cosmic-bee]

Hi, i'm Alive

and I brought Stardust Cookie

[eliotvlunogord]

He is a true Toreador.

[skillful-satu]

Ah yes... My fav magical girls....