#Just an idea I've had for ages

[chobit92]

Far Cry 5: Reunited: Part One

This is an idea I have had for ages and I've been playing Far Cry 5 again and needed more Jacob...And Faith...And Joseph and John.

(Joseph and John Seed walk down the busy road leading into an industrial estate.).

John: What makes you think he’s going to be here?

Joseph: Have faith.

(They have been trying to track down their brother Jacob for months. They have discovered that after being discharged from the military he stayed in a hospital for a while. Since then however he seems to have dropped off the map.).

John: We must have searched every shelter in Georgia.

Joseph: We have not searched this one.

(They reach the doors of the shelter and Joseph pulls the door open walking inside. John follows him. The place is just as shabby and basic as all of the other shelters. Though this one is cleaner than some they have visited. Joseph walks up to the small desk and stands there waiting. The woman sat behind the desk looks tired and is clearly trying to do several things at once. She’s currently talking on the phone while tapping away at the computer. She then finishes the call and looks through several files before looking up at Joseph and John and smiling. The smile doesn’t reach her eyes however and Joseph thinks it might be forced.).

Woman: Afternoon. How can I help you?

Joseph: Hello. We’re looking for someone.

Woman: Ain’t we all?

John: Our brother, Jacob. Last name Seed. He was in the army.

Woman: Get a lot of guys come through here that are ex military.

Joseph: Please try to think madam. This isn’t a recent photo but...

(Joseph shows the woman a photo of a young soldier with red hair.).

Woman: Look I see so many faces every day sir. Some the same but a lot different.

Joseph: I appreciate that but-

Woman: I’m sorry. I can’t help you. But...Eileen might be able to. She remembers everything that woman. Eidetic memory or something.

(The woman gets up and goes down the hall. She returns a few minutes later with an older woman, mid fifties, with greying hair.).

Woman: This is Eileen.

Eileen: Hello, how can I help you?

Joseph: We’re looking for our brother Jacob. He was in the military and spent some time in a hospital but he was discharged a while ago. We can’t find an address for him so we’ve been looking around the shelters.

Eileen: Oh. Jacob...Do you have a photo?

Joseph: Yes.

(Joseph shows her the photo and she peers down at it.).

Joseph: It’s not a recent photo I’m afraid.

Eileen: Hmmm. He does seem familiar. Jacob. Red hair. Yes. There was a man here oh it was a long time ago now. He always wore a grubby old army jacket.

(The woman frowns.).

Eileen: I think it had J. Seed written on it.

Joseph: He was here?

Eileen: Well somebody matching your description was. He never spoke. Would just lie in bed all day, would hardly eat or drink. Poor thing. He had terrible nightmares too. Was always screaming. He would call out for someone called Joseph. John too.

Joseph: I’m Joseph and this is my brother John.

Eileen: Oh. I see.

Joseph: I take it he is no longer here.

Eileen: I’m afraid not.

Joseph: Do you know where he might have gone?

Eileen: I don’t, no. But...There might be something. A young girl was volunteering here at the time. She seemed to get on well with Jacob. Not sure how he would never speak to me or any of the others but she spent a lot of time in his room. She was always bringing him coffee and biscuits. Trying to get him to eat. They seemed to build up a bit of a rapport.

Woman: Oh I remember now. She was always in his room. Did no work whatsoever just sat in his room for her whole shift.

Eileen: Yes well she was only trying to help the poor man. She must have done some good too. He started to eat and drink a little. I would even hear them talking. Then one day he left. She was with him. She said she was going to drop him off. I didn’t ask where I’m sorry.

John: Does she still work here?

Eileen: No. She quit a few days after that.

John: What was her name?

Eileen: Her name was Mara.

John: Do you have an address or a contact number?

Eileen: If I did I’m afraid I couldn’t give it to you.

John: Why not?

Eileen: Look I want you to find your brother I do. But I can’t in good conscience just hand out people’s private information.

John: But she might know where our brother is. Please we just want to find him.

(John gives the woman a pleading look.).

Eileen: I’m sorry. I need to get back to work.

(Eileen walks off. John sighs.).

John: This is ridiculous. All we want to know is this woman’s phone number so that we can ask if she remembers our brother and where she dropped him off.

Woman: If she remembers. Even if she does he might not be where she dropped him off now. It was a long time ago.

John: But it’s the only lead we have. Please.

(The woman sighs.).

Woman: You better not tell anyone I gave you this.

(She opens up a filing cabinet and rifles through it. She then pulls out a sheet of paper.).

Woman: Mara Jessop. Here she is. Her volunteer application. Got her phone number and her address.

John: I’ll take both.

(The woman writes down the phone number and the address on a slip of paper then hands it to John.).

John: Thank you for all your help.

Woman: Don’t mention it. I never liked her anyway. Bit of a tart if you ask me.

(Joseph and John leave the shelter. John takes out his phone and dials the number. Then he sighs.).

John: The numbers no longer in service.

Joseph: Well then let’s try the address.

John: Do you think this woman will actually remember Jacob?

Joseph: Have faith John. We are going to find him.

*

(John drives through the residential streets of Silver Creek. Most of the area is covered with woodland and the houses are quite spaced out here.).

John: Whereabouts is this address?

Joseph: Um, Lakeview road. Number 27.

John: Hm.

(John frowns peering down at the navigation system display on the dashboard. He then turns off and drives down a bumpy dirt road. He then turns off again and sighs.).

John: This is Lakeview road.

(John pulls over and they get out of the car. He locks it up and they walk down the street. John looks at the houses and sighs again.).

John: How do we know this address even exists? Or that this woman even lives there anymore?

Joseph: Have faith. Ah there it is.

(Joseph stops in front of a large bungalow. The mailbox has number 27 painted on the side of it. The front lawn is tidy however the hot weather and lack of rain hasn’t done the grass much good. They are just about to walk up the drive when they hear a shout from behind them. They turn to see a man holding two bags of groceries.).

Man: I wouldn’t bother trying to sell them anything.

Joseph: We are not salesman.

Man: Must be bible thumpers then. I wouldn’t bother knocking the door they’ll slam it in your face they will. That’s if you’re lucky. Mad that lot. Mad.

(He walks off down the road. John shrugs and walks up the driveway, Joseph follows him. They walk up to the front door. There are some flowers in pots either side.).

John: So...What if she doesn’t live here anymore? What if she doesn’t even remember Jacob? She might not know where he is now.

Joseph: Brother. Have faith. We will find him.

John: What do you think about what that man said?

Joseph: Idle gossip.

John: Gossip usually comes from a shred of truth.

Joseph: No. It doesn’t. We must not listen to the opinions of others for they are just that, opinions, not fact.

(Joseph knocks on the door. They wait a few moments before Joseph knocks again.).

John: Well nobody’s home so what now?

(Before Joseph can answer the front door opens and a young woman stands there staring at them. Joseph smiles at her and glances at her very pregnant belly.).

Joseph: Afternoon.

Mara: I don’t want to buy anything. I wouldn’t waste my money.

John: Good because we’re not selling anything.

(Mara narrows her eyes at John.).

Joseph: John please. Ma’am are you Mara Jessop?

Mara: What’s it to yah?

Joseph: Well we’re looking for our brother and the woman at one of the homeless shelters we visited gave us this address. She said a Mara Jessop used to volunteer there.

Mara: So what if she did?

Joseph: Please, we would just like to find our brother. If you could just give us a few minutes of your time.

Mara: What makes you think I have a few minutes?

John: We just want to know if you know anything about where our brother might be.

Mara: What makes you think I know where he is?

Joseph: Are you Mara?

Mara: Might be.

John: Oh for heaven’s sake. Enough of this nonsense. Miss Jessop you used to look after a man named Jacob at the shelter yes?

(She stares at John for a moment.).

Mara: Jacob?

John: Yes. He’s our brother.

(She is silent for a moment. Her eyes narrow as she looks both of them up and down.).

Mara: Are you Joseph or John?

John: I’m John. This is Joseph.

Joseph: You remember him?

(The woman’s whole demeanour seems to change for a moment.).

Mara: I should do. I married him.

John: What?

(John’s mouth drops open and Joseph stares at Mara.).

Joseph: You are Jacob’s wife?

Mara: Yes.

John: So he’s here?

Mara: Not at the moment.

Joseph: Where is he?

Mara: He went to the store but he’s most likely stopped off at the bar on the way back.

Joseph: I see.

(Just then a young girl emerges from the back gate and walks down the driveway.).

Mara: Rachel! Where do you think you’re going?

Rachel: Out.

Mara: Look at the state of you. Get back inside now. You’re not hanging around with those thugs again!

(The girl, Rachel, just tilts her head and carries on walking. Mara sighs.).

Joseph: Is she alright?

Mara: What’s it to you?

Joseph: My apologies I was just concerned.

Mara: We don’t need your concern.

John: We’ve just told you that Jacob is our brother and you have made no effort to contact him to tell him that we’re here! You haven’t even invited us in.

Mara: Oh do forgive me. Where are my manners? Would you like to come in?

(Mara has said this very sarcastically and John looks furious but Joseph places a hand on his arm.).

Joseph: We are very sorry to turn up like this. But you see we have been searching for our brother for many years.

Mara: Have you? Is that why he was left in a shelter to rot?

John: We didn’t know where he was! You-

(Joseph once again silences John.).

Joseph: Which bar does he usually frequent?

Mara: A few of ‘em. There’s one about two miles that way that he likes.

Joseph: Perhaps we will head there and see if we can find him.

Mara: You do that.

(She smiles before closing the door.).

John: Jacob married that?!

Joseph: John. We must not judge. We should be grateful that he has found himself a family.

John: Grateful? She’s a stone cold bitch I tell you!

Joseph: I am sure that once we get to know her-

John: Get to know her? It doesn’t look like she wants to know us. We’ve just told her that we are here looking for our long lost brother and she couldn’t give a damn!

Joseph: Come. Let us see if we can track him down and bring him home.

[secretsimpleness]

Sometimes I want to bring Morrigan but then I remember I play as a face-tanking rogue and I bring Wynne. Warden Cousland, Morrigan, Wynne / Dragon Age Origins (c) Bioware

[expelliarmus]

[lonelyslutavatar]

me: aight, time to relax by making some quick doodles

me, one animatic later: FUCK

[marley-manson]

Margaret and Hawkeye being there for each other through the years.

[starrysharks]

i like my trad stuff more

[thecraftyninjacat]

you are someone i have loved, but never known

[lunarharp]

What led to this (orufrey comic, cw an uncomfortable/creepy scene)

[johnnylandslide]

...she got a little jealous during match 2.

(I'm imagining that Tataru buys out all the ad spaces during the next match, so there are giant billboards of her around the arena to keep Johnny on task.)

[little-pup-pip]

Hi pip! I’ve seen some of your mood boards and I was wondering if I could request a pastel clown mood board? Maybe like pastel pinks and blues and maybe yellows. I really lean towards both genders so you can’t put anything in there that would make me uncomfy. Also coul there be a pink Paci? With sparkly charms :3 if u can’t do any of this that’s ok :33

Here you go!!

[amburuthings]

I'm so back. In solavellan hell with all of you. Already working on new art (i cried BEFORE even starting the first sketch)

[Returning chat, not spoilers]

I cleaned up this blog a little, I still kept a couple of non-DA drawings that I liked too much to rid but there's only gonna be like 15 variety posts separating Inquisition Solavellan from Veilguard Solavellan. That's acceptable yeah ?

I rewent through my entire fanart library and I hope tumblr's weird algorithm is going to send a bunch of them over to people once more because some of them aged in a pretty interesting way !

It'll take a while for me to get used to the new system... The feeds no longer showing in order... After I deserted this blog I havent been on any kind of social media outside of discord because I didnt like how the internet was evolving, and I still don't, but the urge to post shall precede all

I can only hope that I'll be able to make some art that will resonate with my fellow solasmancers. My feelings are : IMMENSE, equating my urge to contribute to the collective moment. This decade-long storyline has been the strongest storm of emotions I've experienced with any media and since that's so rare for me I'll do my best to foster it for as long as I possibly can.

[nikolas-ghostbusters-fixation]

Something I've been thinking a lot about lately is how everyone thought Egon had gone insane. What Happened that made them think that. They've fought a gigantic Stay Puft Marshmellow Man TWICE (counting the 2009 video game because iirc it's canon? Correct me if I'm wrong), fought an interdimensional god, fought a blood thirsty ruler that killed thousands and was hated by all that was trapped in a painting (and managed to get in to beat him by making THE STATUE OF LIBERTY start walking down the street with slime that reacted purely based on vibes), found an underground abandoned transit system full of the moodslime, had a bathtub try to eat Dana and her baby, fought a giant murderous black widow lady, fought the fisherman ghost who turned an entire hotel floor into the bottom of a ocean, and that's not even mentioning them getting trapped on an island that randomly raised up from underwater that had been abandoned for decades created by Ivor Shandor who worshipped Gozer. So what did he do or say that made everyone else think he'd gone insane?? All I can think is maybe he was acting strange / eratic before, but he's always been like that to some degree.

I don't know. It's something that I've been thinking about. The correct answer is 'it's not that deep and they needed a reason that the others weren't together anymore and weren't aware of Egons death or know what was going on,' but also. What Was He Saying that prompted everyone, including Ray, to think he lost his mind when he'd been right almost every time before that.

I'm genuinely so curious as to what he was up to before this. What was he doing. What insane idea was working on prior to this or was he even working on anything at all??

Also want to clarify this post isn't negative 😭 I really love the newer movies and their lore / the newer storyline / characters, I just like thinking about small stupid things like this. Gives me something to think about / speculate about / figure out an answer to.

[yasmeensh]

Finally got to paint something a little more proper for my project. Paleolithic kids see a dragon come down from the sky 🐉

a few more doodles of my OCs Tam Kujo below >>

drew this one in the span of three days during class time :p. A few lines here and there while I wait for the prof to set up the slides and start the class. Kept going until I felt like not adding anymore.

two more

[cuubism]

hello friends. despite my 9 million existing dreamling wips i'm feeling the need to branch out a bit for the sake of my mental variety. what pairing other than dreamling should i write a little something for? could be romantic or platonic

other way of phrasing i guess: any pairings you really want to see more fics for in the fandom?

[fivewholeminutes]

Guess who FINALLY has started @a-s-levynn's Series Of Small Offerings!!!

PART ONE Thread the Needle

Just look at where we're lying / An invisible space

It turns out i look at the proposed lyrics and suddenly get a Thought™ and follow it, so prepare for the offerings to be weird. In this case i thought of the invisible space being between Vessel and his mask, at the very beginning, before Vessel, before Him.

You can interpret it any way you want, i don't know what that means either, I just like dark drawings with a single source of light. Prepare to a lot of offerings like this too.

And apologies for the quality, I hate this paper, but I like the size of this notebook, do you see my problem

[iobsesswaytoomuch]

Completely hypothetical question..

If you write a song... and you want to share it... but you're a minor... is it dangerous to share your voice if you're under 18? Totally... hypothetical question....