#i have so many thoughts ab her

[spacesapphi]

Guys... Can I talk ab the Marnie lore for the main story I'm writing for my interp of Stardew...

Too bad, doin it anyways

Marnie Lore Doc is Here!!!

This mostly goes over her backstory as in what she was like when she was younger, all the basic story points of what happened with her leading up to the parts that I'm writing about in my fanfics (there will be no spoilers here)

CW for some talks of health and death

Everything is below the cut!

Marnie and her sister Mona were born in 1959 (Stardew in my writing takes place around 2010) and grew up in the ranch house in Pelican Town. The farm had been in the family for generations now, the Yoder family taking great pride in their roots as PA Dutch people. The girls’ father instilled the ideals of working hard and taking pride in said work from a young age, having them help out on the ranch when they were as young as 5. 

The girls were each other's best friends growing up, and they grew extremely close. They knew each other's deepest secrets and biggest dreams, and supported each other wholeheartedly. Mona was the first person to know that Marnie wanted to be a textile artist instead of a rancher. It wasn’t like she didn’t like the animals, she loved them! But life in the valley felt too stagnant for her, and she felt like she could only truly excel if she made something of herself out in the world. Mona supported her wholeheartedly, giving her praises and critiques on her works, and overall being her biggest fan. Her father wasn’t exactly so excited about this, however. He worried that going out into the city would change his daughter too much, make her forget her roots. Not to mention, the ranch needed to be cared for. It took a lot of convincing from Marnie, and Mona assuring him that she’d take over the business for him to finally come to accept that choice.

She worked for the ranch through highschool and into her early 20’s to save up to go to her dream college, a fabulous arts institute in Zuzu City. It was incredibly expensive, but she managed to save every spare cent to pay for her classes. She was so proud of herself, as were her father and Mona. Unfortunately, the year before she was set to go didn’t go as planned for anyone. Their father passed away unexpectedly, leaving Mona as the sole caretaker of the ranch. Marnie offered to stay home, to push off college and help Mona with the work, but she kept insisting she could handle it, telling Marnie to pursue her goals. Reluctantly, she agreed to go forward with college, thanking Mona for being so kind and understanding. 

The first year away at college was interesting to say the least! The valley was so small and tight knit, and it was jarring seeing so many people all crammed into one place like in the city. Marnie felt like a true fish out of water. People in the city commented on her clothes, how she ‘talked funny’, and how her mannerisms were ‘odd’. She started feeling like maybe she made a mistake, and almost went home during orientation week. However, she changed her mind after meeting her roommate, Pamela Finch.

 She was an… odd woman to say the least. Pam dressed in all kinds of bright, funky clothes, wore heavy makeup and had her blonde hair teased to high heaven, the poster child of the 80’s. She didn’t seem to take many things too seriously, just ‘going wherever the wind took her’. College was her dad’s idea, as he wanted her to do something big and important with her life. But Pam? Her dream was being a trucker, driving all across the country with nothing but the open road and the radio to keep her company. Though in many ways they were opposites, Marnie grew to enjoy her company. They were both considered ‘odd’ by people in the city, just in different ways. Pam was her best friend of all time, a fun and rowdy one who got in all sorts of trouble. They were great for each other, though. Pam was able to mellow out a little and Marnie was brought out of her shell through their friendship.

On top of gaining a new friend, Marnie would soon gain another family member! She and Mona made it a point to call each other at least 3 times a week, updating each other on their lives. Marnie typically was the one with the most exciting news to share, as the valley often was not exciting, but Mona actually had something interesting to share. She was going to have a baby, and Marnie was over the moon at the thought of being an aunt. When she asked who Mona was seeing, and when she would meet the lucky man, Mona got standoffish. The man pretty much ghosted her when he found out, and Mona didn't want to talk about it. Marnie got the hint quick and wouldn’t bring it up again.

The next spring, right after the Spring semester let out, Marnie went home to meet the baby for the first time. This baby would be her little nephew Shane, and he was the cutest thing she ever saw… though she was a bit taken aback at his purple hair. The shock wore off quickly, Marnie claiming that such a unique trait was the mark of a future artist like herself! She absolutely adored and spoiled her nephew, and was so pained to leave him and Mona to go back to the city once the Fall rolled around. 

When she got back, she dormed with Pam once again, who proudly announced that she had gotten married over the Summer! The two barely knew each other for two months, but she swore they were in love. He was the man of her dreams, a wild and handsome trucker who promised to take her all over the country with him as soon as she was out of college. Her dad was not happy about this, almost disowning Pam over it, but he eventually came around to it and reluctantly accepted his daughter's choice. (Pam would only come to realize YEARS later that she was dealing with comphet, and realizes she's a lesbian when she moves back to Pelican town)

The next school year was exciting, consisting of many elaborate projects and even gallery showings for Marnie! Mona showed up to every single one she could, always telling her sister she was gonna go far with this. It gave her the motivation to keep pushing herself above and beyond, making more conceptual pieces, always inserting symbols of the culture she grew up in and loved so much. She promised her dad she wouldn’t forget her roots, and stuck by that promise. 

In her Junior year, Marnie found herself getting considered for a grand opportunity, an apprenticeship with one of the greatest artists guilds in the country. The job would almost guarantee herself a spot in the art scene. She was ecstatic, overjoyed! Pam insisted they go to a party that night to celebrate… and Marnie learned quickly that she did not enjoy the party scene, especially after she got stuck with a nasty hangover in the morning. 

She chose to work even harder on her art, improving steadily to prove that she deserved this apprenticeship, and her spot in the art world. Her dreams were coming true before her eyes, and she couldn’t possibly be more excited. Whenever she called Mona, she had the most enthusiastic voice, chattering away about all her plans and projects, everything that kept her so busy. But perhaps she was too busy, at least too busy to realize Mona was progressively beginning to sound more tired and unwell with each call. 

Mona convinced herself she was able to handle the ranch and a child, but it was becoming clear she couldn’t. The stress was taking a toll on her health, and she was already starting to go gray in her twenties. She was getting weaker as time passed, the strain of it all having disastrous effects. She refused to tell Marnie though, knowing she would drop everything to come back home, give up and turn back when she was so close to touching the stars. Marnie noticed when she came back home though, seeing how much older and tired her sister looked. She insisted she was going to stay home, Mona telling her no, and a fight broke out between the two over it. Marnie eventually agreed to go back to school and finish her degree, though she felt uneasy about it. 

Senior year was nerve wracking. All the work she had put into this degree was under intense scrutinization, the apprenticeship on the line. All those sleepless nights and days spent squirreled away in the textiles studio were finally paying off. Marnie was noticeably off her game this year though, her thoughts too preoccupied with Mona's health. She was also afraid she was going to fumble this, make a fool of herself in front of everyone and lose the opportunity. But to her surprise, and relief, she was chosen in the end. Upon graduating she would start the apprenticeship, and join the greats in the art world! This should’ve been the happiest time in her life, and it could’ve been if not for the devastating call she got just after graduation.

She and Pam were clearing out their dorm, talking about the future and all the exciting things they had planned. They had graduated just a few days ago, and the excitement was still buzzing in them (though Marnie couldn't help but feel disappointed that Mona couldn't come).

Pam was talking about starting a family with her husband, so excited about the life she saw ahead for the two of them. And Marnie would be on her way to New York, living the high life in the big city and throwing her life into her work. Pam promised to visit her if her work ever brought her to the state.

Marnie chattered on about her plans once she got to the city, getting interrupted by the phone ringing. It was a call from back home. The town doctor was on the line, informing her Mona was hospitalized, and the outlook wasn’t good. Life ground to a halt immediately. Marnie packed the rest of her things as fast as she could, rushing out the door without saying goodbye to her roommate, speeding home as fast as she could.

She didn’t leave Mona’s side once in her last moments, the two talking about life, regrets, and what the future would be like. Marnie scolded her for not opening up about how bad it actually was, and for insisting she go back to school when the stress was legitimately killing her. Mona told her she just wanted her to follow her dream, but if her dream came at the cost of her sister, her best friend, Marnie didn’t want it. Mona asked her to take care of Shane, and Marnie promised she would. By the next morning, Mona was gone.

Marnie of course had to turn down the apprenticeship, moving right back into her childhood home instead of that flashy apartment in the city she had looked forward to. Getting back into the rhythm of ranch life, and adjusting to life with a toddler was difficult, to say the least. The guilt of knowing this is just how Mona felt for so long weighed on her heart, and she promised herself she would do her best to make up for that. As time went on, life began to get easier, though it was never the same. Having no support system, no close friends or any family here was so hard. But she had her nephew, and knowing that he needed her kept her going. 

About two years later, a very familiar woman moved into town, trailer hitched to the back of a pickup truck. When Marnie realized it was Pam of all people, she was overjoyed. Finally, she had a close friend, a familiar face back in the valley with her! She had a baby of her own too, a little girl named Penny that she just adored. Pam explained how her husband had walked out on them recently, and she decided to settle back here for a simpler pace. She was going to take over the bus driving job as well, a position that had very recently opened up! The two talked about the past few years, exchanging stories of the highs and lows of it all. Neither of them expected to be here in Pelican Town, living such similar lifestyles after having such lofty goals and dreams. Pam seemed to find the humor in it though, and expressed that she hoped Penny and Shane would grow up to be good friends. (They would not </3 )

The next few years were a whirlwind. The ranch was a lot of work of course, but there was so much more too! She’d been invited to an aerobics group with all the other ladies in town, won the valley fair quite a few times, had a short, fleeting romance with the man running the saloon, her nephew came out to her as trans (Marnie was actually the one to pick out the name Shane!), the old farmer next door had struck a wonderful business deal with her, and she surprisingly found herself happy in this spot in life. 

This life wasn’t the one she had planned, that was for sure. There were still many things that she regretted, so many things she wished she could’ve done and achieved. She still grieved too, grieving the loss of her opportunity and her sister. But despite it all, and through all the future troubles and misfortunes that would befall her family, she couldn’t help but keep a glimmer of hope that everything would be okay in the end. And with time, it would be.

Pam and Marnie YEARS in the future, almost 30 years after college, will come to realize they have feelings for each other. Pam fell first but Marnie fell harder when she came to realize she also likes women. The two are married and living their best life on the ranch, very much in love

[abyssal-ilk]

hm. do you think vivienne could theoretically encourage the spirit in her blade to possess something else. something a bit bigger, maybe. like. you know.

a massive lion statue in val royeaux.

[tiptapricock]

Ok actually cause I shOULD talk about it here’s some transfem Bi-Han ghostly shadow clone sex from a discord convo.

———

Bi-Han grunted quietly, her face buried in the pillow and her fists curled in tightly next to it.

Her shadow was half risen from her skin behind her, a damp, cool weight enveloping her shoulders and flush down the line of her back and thighs. It felt like watery breath, heavy with a weight still half-merged with her own, but autonomous, ghostly, dripping.

The shadow made a sound of its own as its hips continued to rock down, perhaps in echo of hers, reedy and whisper quiet. Bi-Han could feel it inside, black matter oozing slowly from where they were connected, its mass bulging inside of her and phasing the impression of a hard cock past her walls and into her abdomen.

It was horribly strange, and extremely pleasurable.

“Mhg…” she groaned again, muffling herself as her hips ground down, rocking slow against the mattress, the cool slick from her shadow making the movements easy on the rough cloth.

The shadow tensed above her, tightening until its head and chest pulled free with a slight pop of pressure, its thrusts speeding up. Bi-Han felt warmth return to her shoulders as it did so, the boundary of their crossover growing taught as the shadow seemed to energize, its urge to separate tugging at the muscle of her torso and the gut of her spirit.

She whined, pushing her ass back to feel more of it, to feel it filling her even deeper. As if that was possible. It was inside her. It was her. And still, she craved more.

The shadow growled like a hiss through gritted teeth, wet, dark hands gripping her hips and pulling her back. Its knees were phased through her thighs now, braced on the bed to give better leverage as it started snapping forward, the mass of it inside setting Bi-Han’s nerves alight as an icy impression rammed into her stomach and the line of her spine. It was strange and euphoric, like being carded through internally by cold, firm fingers.

Bi-Han made a sound again, one she tried to swallow as her hips jerked against the bed, heat welling up under her skin despite her shadow’s cooling efforts. She could hear it panting behind her, ragged and wheezing like someone’s dying breaths. The bed was only getting wetter beneath them, the void shedding off in ripples of spectral mass.

Bi-Han urged it on, grabbing the feeling of it in the pit of her stomach—that shape of its life that bubbled inside her—and making it swell.

Her shadow screeched, like a distant scream in the wind, and then—

And then the room went silent.

Sound gone. Sound taken. A ringing pop of nothing as its movements sped up, the world narrowing down to the fingers on her hips, and the outline of someone railing her from above, and her shaft sliding against the sheets again and again and again. Her mouth parted in pleasure, her tip stinging from stimulation.

And then she felt it: a ripple of hands curling in from the wetness and fear and clinging anticipation pooling around them; a mass of stroking fingers and palms and offerings wrapping around her cock. Bi-Han keened, silent and breathless as her shadow thrust hard and down into the heat of her skin, and then—

In one breathless moment, they both spilled forth in a wave of sound.

[starzzmissthesun]

im kind of glad regulus died he would have KILLED HIMSELF if he ever listened to hard times by ethel cain

[eddiemelrose]

I am going to continue to complain about the lack of Janine and Abe content indefinitely perhaps. I encourage people to send me their headcanons about them no matter how ridiculous. My asks are always open.

[transmagikalgirl]

illyana rasputin but before she got trapped in limbo she was a boy. she was magic hell transitioned while she was there. comes back and not only has everyone missed years of her life shes also a whole different gender now. do u see my vision

[feral-cockroach]

ok with the way jess is introduced she is this absolute badass of a woman (which remains true) who rides in on a motorcycle to help miguel, who is a Man(TM) who doesn't want to admit he needs help sometimes

which is the PERFECT setup for a motherly figure (dunno if u have seen birds of prey but the way that dinah is in the show towards cassandra) and it is revealed that she is pregnant (heavily) and so she IS a mother !!! so u are like "yes a found family movie with a mother figure (cos found families with parental figures usually have father figures - think aizawa from MHA, or all might to deku in MHA) and so youre excite bc its subverting expectations a bit by giving this group of misfits a mother figure, right??

and then she stands up for gwen - she advocates for gwen to miguel - "we can't just leave her here. she's doing this all on her own". she acknowledges that gwen is just a *child*. an older child, but a child nonetheless , and that no child should have to go through what gwen is going through, and that they are literally the people best equipped to help gwen navigate this world of being spiderman, and they can give her a community !

and so shes filling that mother figure role !! and you get even more into it becaue yes !! a mother figure !

but then the conflicts start to go down. gwen visits miles' universe partially to track spot and partially to visit miles. and jess calls her and is openly disappointed with her for visiting miles - despite miles being a little younger than gwen, despite miles being a *child* aswell, despite miles trying to navigate being spiderman and a high schooler and becoming his own person - what they all went through ! - despite miles going through what they all have, and what she said gwen should not have to face alone, she gets mad at gwen for visiting miles, for interacting with him and not focusing on the mission at hand

the mission to locate spot - an anomoly - and bring him in, and try to get rid of him/take care of him.

and so you're like "oh ok so shes a flawed mother figure ! but she iss till trying to help mentor gwen, and help gwen navigate this !"

but then when they go to clean up the mess in Pavitr's universe, shes even *more* rude to gwen. miles followed her ! how could gwen be so dumb ! and gwen "*let him*" disrupt the canon !!

she's blaming gwen for being a child now . for being a child who was/is lonely, adn who missed her firends, and who wanted to go visit her friends. except miles is the *only* one that she has a problem with gwen visiting - its mentioned several timest hat gwen goes to hobie's universe (so often that they know each other quite well ! and have , according to hobie, gone on "at least a couple dozen" missions together! ) and she has visited pavitr's universe enough that he recognises her, is happy to see her, and is comfortable enough with her to joke about miles being in love with her/her being in love with miles, which means that they are close enough that he knows how , at least on some level, how important miles is to gwen!

and then when gwen goes to stand up to miguel for miles, when gwen goes to bat for him, jess says "gwen, don't." its not a "hey this is a bad idea", its a "gwen. do not. do not stir the pot. let him have his way. do not try to fight this battle." its her declaring herself as on miguel's side, her telling gwen that miles *needs* to let his dad die, that this is not a battle gwen should be aligning herself with - that gwen is too young, too small, to be making the right decisions, and she needs to trust miguel.

it's jess declaring that she is no longer going to help/support gwen, should gwen stand up for miles against miguel.

and finally, when gwen makes one final last ditch effort to get anybody on her side, when she specifically asks *jess*, the presumed mother figure, the *literal mother*, to tell miguel he is wrong, to stand up to miguel - adult to adult, rather than child vs adult - jess tells gwen that miguel is right.

and this is all because she has allowed miles to be dehumanised to her. miles isn't a child to her - miles is an anomoly. miles shouldn't exist , and gwen should not be close to anomolies. miles *shouldn't be* spiderman. and gwen should, which means that gwen needs to get over her feelings towards miles. gwen needs to forget the guy that was there for her when she was at her lowest, loneliest point, if she want s to keep the community that was supposed to support her.

there is absolutely a metaphor there that i can't quite pick out yet, but i will, because i think about this so often.

and so you see jess initially as this found family mothering figure, and then you see her as a literal mother - and how could a literal mother not see the absolute tragedy befacing gwen and miles ! two best friends, who met at their lowest and helped each other through their darkest times, finally, *finally* able to reconnect. and now miles has found out that his dad is going to die and he is just *supposed to let that happen*? and miles doesnt want his dad to die ! but jess sees him as wrong for that.

and so jess goes from found family mother figure, to literal mother (and how could any mother not be sympathetic to the literal children before her, facing the impossible but wanting to do it together, as they already have and are bound to do again!), to a mother who is flawed, and may not always be on the right side of things but is trying her best, to "shes not a mother figure at all, not to gwen and miles. shes a mother, but she is not a Mom. not a Found Family Mom, maybe not a Mom at all (we haven't met her child yet, so we don't know). but she is not the ally we expected her to be. she cannot be trusted.

and it just COMPLETELY subverts your expectations of who she is/is going to be from the start of the movie to the end of it and i LOVE IT for that

[endfght]

sophia coming home and pretending that Nothing happened. going about her life like everything is happy and okay and like she's not having a complete breakdown every single day starting from the moment she wakes up to the minute she goes to sleep. she withdraws from society almost as a whole but with the people she still talks to? she's the same old sophia and honestly? its terrifying to those she's closest to. they expected sadness, they expected depression and overwhelming emotion, but they're met with smiles and jokes and laughter and a lot of them - especially her parents - don't know how to react, so they don't. they also pretend like nothing happened, like their daughter is totally fine. and that just makes her recovery so much worse. so much harder. it takes so much longer than it should.

[astrxealis]

sorry to ffxivlovepost always anyway Man the way the devs & game did so good in making an mc that is Basically a blank-slate for the players, and there's so many opportunities to make your oc However you like but. the game itself adds so much story and character to that blank-slate guy. amazing

[chiistarri]

what if instead of messaging me in the middle of the night about your stupid fucking girlfriend and your stupid fucking problems with her you actually act like my fucking friend and message me like how you message everyone else in our group

[c0rpsedemon]

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[the-lightless-flame]

thinking rn about how agnes fully had a dad. like who was he. iirc literally the only things we know ab him is that he had a child with eileen montague and that he had been 'dealt with' by the time eileen was five months pregnant

he seems like he wasn't a part of the cult. so who was he? was he her husband? boyfriend? some random guy? did he know beforehand that eileen was a part of the cult or did he not know what he was getting into?

either way this presumably regular ass man managed to get someone who burns to the touch pregnant which i mean. respect

[lostacelonnie]

4 the character bingo: Mobius ?

YIPPEE I LOVE MOBIUS SO MUCH [breaks down in tears]

OUGH SHES VERY SPECIAL TO ME. you meet her first thinking oh evil scientist!! i like evil scientists but then you realise Oh shes a deeply sad and lonely person. klein is the only person who ever truly knew her, to the point that when she died, mobius brought her back despite being killed by her hands. how fucked is that. ON A LIGHTER NOTE i love her so very much i think shes be a secret abba enjoyer. MIHOYO GIVE US MORE ADULT MOBIUS CONTENT PLEASE IM STARVING

[thursdayg1rl]

didn't realise that the summer I turned pretty season 2 was still going lmaoo. I finished episode 6 and was like well damn I guess this is it. here we go again ig

[mishkakagehishka]

I'm home. Time to update all my mobage🤌

[phantasmaw]

This'll have to be a post for another day but I think it's very ironic that the people Gael kept himself chained away for as the angel in the attic for so long were the ones to unknowingly ensure he'd never be able to fly with the wings he has. They were so quick to see those wings as irrefutable proof he was cut from divine cloth but destroyed them all the same. He will never be able to fly his wings are permanently mangled, uneven lengths and weak bones, patches of ash where no feathers will grow. And does he hold it against them or himself or even the brother (Crane) who never came back? Couldn't tell you (I could I just won't). They're useless and awkward and not even all that pretty to look at but he can't bear to part with them either. He doesn't feel self-pity over being permanently grounded but he sure does feel deeply-rooted and a thousand-times-repressed spite.