#undervalley

[bugdews]

i like this au a normal amount (twitching )

[viorel-lette]

Dunno if anyone has done this yet but—

...or Moomin/Valleytale? I dunno we ball—

Featuring Moomin as Papyrus and Snufkin as Sans! Noticed while coloring this that Moomin gave Underswap!Sans vibes while Snuf gave Storyshift!Chara :D

[lizzie-tempest]

loving all of this

It's 4:30 am time to post updated Startale Undervalley headcanons/ updated timeline:

- Birdie moves into a house that her friend had inherited on the condition that she fixes it up after an incident that had messed her memory up

- Swap!Toriel is the Mayor that greets her and insists on giving her a tour of the town introducing her to Sugar (HT!Papyrus), the owner of the grocery store, Doc and G, the two the run the local clinic, and other various people in the town

- Classic is still hella suspicious of her because he had recently broken up with his (human) girlfriend who had been using him and ended up getting into a huge fight, and is now projecting hella hard onto the new human in town.

- Blue and Papyrus still run the local construction company and Red helps out occasionally but Red still mostly runs a "black" market in the sewers selling various types of mustard, mostly running his business on gossip

- SF!Muffet runs the pub, employing Mutt as a favor to Black

- Birdie is still super shy and doesn't help her reputation by not going to the local events

- swap!Tori decides to play matchmaker?? Idk

[mikkit13]

UnderValley Chapter 1

You don’t have many memories of your grandfather, but you remember vividly the day you said goodbye.

Your parents had always told you to be careful with your grandfather.

“He can’t move as fast as you.”

“Grandpa needs to rest now.”

“Don’t push grandpa too far.”

They had always made him out to be fragile, like he could crumble at any moment, but you had never seen that. It wasn’t that you were oblivious to his needs in favor of your own, no, he hadn’t let you see that fragile side your parents always talked about. When you were around grandpa was active and lively. He’d take you fishing at the beach, get you to help him with the farm, race you up the path to the mountains, even play hide and seek with you in the nearby forest. He was never tired, always waking up with the sun and going to bed well after it.

Until he couldn’t get up any more.

Your parents pulled you out of school early one day. In a rush they picked you up and drove up to your grandfather’s farm. The house was dark when you arrived, this stood out because your grandfather always had the lights on when he was expecting company. There was a strange chill to the air even though it was mid-spring, you shivered and stood closer to your mother.

Your father called out for his father. A whisper of a reply came from upstairs but was cut off by a fit of coughing. Your father ran up the stairs to your grandfather’s room, you wanted to follow, but your mother stopped you. She needed your help making a snack was the excuse she gave you, but you loved to help so you didn’t mind.

You insisted on making your grandfather and yourself some hot cocoa, you both agreed it was a year-round drink, your mother didn’t try to stop you, another strange thing because she often tried to argue against hot chocolate in warm weather. She prepared coffee for herself and your father along with some simple peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. There wasn’t much else to eat around the house. You wanted to bring the tray of food up to your father and grandfather, but your mother suggested you go play in your room. She always told you to take advantage of the fresh valley air when you visited, so her telling you to stay inside was another oddity that didn’t sit well with you, which is probably why you didn’t try to argue and just waddled into your room with the suitcase your parents had packed for you.

Your parents seem to forget about you until it’s dark out, when a soft knock comes at your door. You don’t say come in, but your father softly enters anyways.

“Grandpa wants to see you,” is all he says. His eyes are red and glossy, as if he’d been crying, but why would he cry at Grandpa’s where only happy things happened?

You remain on the floor, too confused to move, so your father picks you up and carries you to the door of your grandfather’s room. Flickering orange light shines under the door as your father sets you on your feet.

“Go in,” he says as he opens the door just enough for you to get through, “Grandpa has something special to give you.”

Your curiosity is piqued at the prospect of gifts so you go in.

You’ve never seen your grandfather’s room like this. Rugs have been removed from the floor along with almost all non essential furniture. Its dusty and only a glowing fire lights the room in a warm glow that you could fall asleep to. Your grandfather lays in his bed wearing his nightclothes, he doesn’t even sit up when you arrive at his bedside.

He’s staring out the window at the night sky as you approach, not seeming to notice you, you reach out and tap his arm.

“Grandpa?”

His head turns to you and for the first time you see the fragility that your parents had always warned you about. His skin is greyer than it should be and his eyes seem foggy. He smiles at you but it doesn’t seem like he actually sees you.

“My dearest grandchild, I’m so glad you’re here. There’s something I want to give you, but first there’s something I must tell you.” You don’t say anything, he grabs your hand in assurance, though it feels more like it’s for him than you, “This world can be difficult to live in. You’re still young enough to have dreams, but a day will come when it seems that the world is trying to squash them and tell you how to live. When it seems the only thing your life is for is making money and working. Your bright spirit will fade before and ever growing emptiness. When that happens you’ll be ready for this.”

He passes you a sealed envelope. A purple wax seal with your grandfather’s initials molded into it keeps the envelope closed, you are about to open it when he stops you.

“No no, little one, don’t open it now. Wait for when you truly need it.”

He pats your hand, a signal to put his gift away, then he simply holds your hand for a moment. His eyes connect with yours and for the first time since you entered the room he seems to actually look at you. You’re both silent for the moment. Then he smiles and tear starting to form in the corner of his eye. He releases your hand and turns towards the ceiling, closing his eyes.

“Now, let your grandfather rest.”

The next morning your father found his father dead.

The funeral is a blur of your mom dressing you in your simplest black outfit, the ride to the funeral home, people crying, and your grandfather’s casket being lowered into the ground. All the why you’re trying to understand how someone as alive as your grandfather could one day just… stop.

That rush of memories jolts you from your daydreaming.

The sound of typing, ringing phones, and the ticking clock reminding you that you’re not a kid anymore. Your grandfather hasn’t just died and you’re not at his funeral. Instead you’re at work, doing your job. Your job… which is… something. You look at your computer. Numbers moving across the screen faster than you can follow. Your phone rings and you answer immediately, the caller doesn’t even address you by name, just tells you an new assignment and the day they need it by which is far to soon to finish within working hours and your company doesn’t pay you overtime. They hang up before you can even utter a word.

You look around your tiny, grey cubicle. You peer out at the walkway and the cubicles around you. The one behind you has a new resident, they old one was fired after asking for vacation days to see their child’s graduation. The one infront of you has been cordoned off for reasons unknown with tall plastic drapes keeping anyone from looking inside.

You slump back in your uncomfortable swivel chair and stare blankly up at the tiled ceiling.

When had your work gotten so… hard. Was is always this way? You look at your computer again, the work honestly wasn’t difficult, you know what to do and how to do it, yet every movement and thought seems to drain you of energy that you already don’t have. Why had you taken this job? It was nothing like what you had dreamed of doing. What had you dreamed of doing? You can’t remember. But you do remember something. You open your desk drawer, the one place you’re allowed to have personal possessions. You have to dig around a bit, but you find what you’re looking for: a yellowed envelope with a purple seal. When had you started bringing it to work? You don’t know. But you do know that you can’t go on like this. You rip open the envelope like ripping off a bandaid. Inside is a letter written in very familiar and nearly unreadable handwriting.

“If you’re reading this, you must be in dire need of a change. The same thing happened to me, long ago. I’d lost sight of what mattered most in life… real connections with other people and nature. So I dropped everything and moved to the place I truly belong.”

Behind the letter was a document stating that your grandfather had left you ownership of his old farm, the one you had visited many times in your childhood. You reread the letter, not really because you don’t understand, but because it’s so strange to see your grandfather’s writing again.

A knock on your cubicle wall and someone calling your name doesn’t turn your head.

“Our monitors show you haven’t been working for the past ten minutes. Do you have anything to say?” A man in a black suit and sunglasses asks.

You look between him and the letter in your hands and say two words that you should have said ages ago.

“I quit.”

[underwhelming-artistry]

Working on a morbid cozy farming sim concept, called The Undervalley!

Everyone in Undervalley is a little unsettling or, well, a little dead, but they all mean well!

Meet and befriend strange neighbors, grow odd crops and fight monsters in the unsavory parts of this charming little town!

More concept art to come soon, it’s just an idea for now :)

[flyingwerekitty]

Well now I NEED to learn to mod so I can learn to make video games and stuff but more importantly so I can make mods no one else wants but me.

Specifically for Stardew Valley. Because I really, really need a set of Undertale SV mods. Just like... a new location that can be traveled to, where you can interact with characters and befriend them like any other NPC. I especially want a Horrortale mod where I can go to the little village they’ve set up outside Mount Ebbot, and all of them will accept any food item but fave foods are loved items, and I can bring them supplies to help rebuild and expand their town and prove that Aliza/Frisk isn’t the only good human and they can teach me recipes like Snail Pie. All single characters are romanceable because why tf not, have your fave live on your farm with you, nbd.

“MY STANDARDS ARE VERY HIGH, HUMAN!”

I have zero redeeming qualities

*I have a farm with which to grow pasta ingredients

[dungeonsposts]

There's also the third guy and it's what I like to call the Jon Snow. LOL. Son of a nobleman gets talked into joining some sort of organization that on the outside is honorable and good and a meritocracy where a man gets what he owns because maybe the son is just really tired of a privileged life and doesn't want that for himself.

But he joins the organization only to find its rotten undervalley. Like maybe it's a group of paladins that on the outside of these holy warriors of light. But once you really get down into the nitty-gritty they are thugs who use their power and strength to keep other people in line for a price.

It's all fun and games. Until the avengers send you off to fantasy Nicaragua forcing the people who live there into slavery

"But how can you justify a player character with a (non-disinherited) noble background in a dungeon-crawling fantasy game" well, the most obvious approach is a fantasy setting whose nobility practices cognatic primogeniture where, instead of "first son inherits, second son goes into the military, third son becomes a priest", it's "first son inherits, second son goes into the military, third son becomes an adventurer". From the player's perspective, it handily explains why the title comes with little material support from the family; from the family's perspective, there's an unspoken understanding that most of the spare heirs will be eaten by a dragon (or whatever), thereby simplifying the inheritance situation, and the few survivors will become great assets.

(There is, of course, the possibility that a surviving third son, having grown powerful and understandably harbouring some slight resentment, may return, kill his elder brothers with dark magic, and take over the dynasty, but in practice this almost never happens.)

[serfuzzypushover]

figured out a way to draw him that i like!

[sdv-mods]

via UnderValley Menu Music Pack

[glitch-e-stardust]

crittalon replied to your photo

StrawdewTale and UnderValley

undervalley sounds like an au where the monsters buggered off and made a peaceful farming community someplace far away from the humans. and i’m okay with this.

[lizzie-tempest]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Birdie loaded the last of the groceries into the wagon. Magnus was still eying her like she was insane for taking on this request but between the kidnapping incident with the fairies and the mines, delivering groceries to the perpetually cranky skeleton deep in the woods was no big deal. And even though it was no flight, Tempest enjoyed the exercise.

The only issue Birdie has was-

"how fuckin long does it take to load groceries?" Red grumbled from where he sat on her rocking chair on her porch.

"It could go faster if you bothered to get off your ass and help." Birdie chirped out before she could chicken out of saying anything. He snorted and sent her a scathing glare. Her wings buzzed briefly in irritation.

"And you're sure you don't want anyone from the guild to go with you?" Magnus asked, loading the last crate of vegetables into the wagon before securing the gate.

"There's no space for another person, and walking on foot will just slow us down." Birdie said, "But thank you for offering."

Tempest snorted and tossed his head, More like you can't stand anyone else tagging along.

If I have to deal with this asshole for any longer I'm going berserk, Birdie sent back to him.

I'll eat him.

"Tempest and I will be just fine." Birdie reassured Magnus. He raised an eyebrow and his eyes flickered towards Red, who had already made his way to the passenger seat, in a very deliberate way. "We'll be just fine. It's been three months doing this already and we haven't killed each other yet."

"That doesn't make me feel better."

[lizzie-tempest]

It got better :D

Classic: "She's a mage, she's dangerous."

Mutt, who watched her get puppy piled by a bunch of concerned slimes when she tripped and just let it happen: "are you absolutely sure about that?"