#my poor wife man

[sevikasgirl]

maybe if we post enough about it they'll do something (im delusional)

currently manifesting a spin off with sevika because they made her irrelevant after episode 4??

they were so cruel to say "Sevika's story continues in act iii" because it damn well did not??? she had no voice lines, and they didn't go any deeper into her character? or why she's in the council? she's probably the representative for zaun, but like?? tell us?? give us a cool scene of her???

like what happened to her found family arc?? can't she grieve?? she may be all tough and balls but she's obviously got a heart.

arcane, i love you, but what the fuck. I've already posted about this, but now i wont shut up until we get answers.

[thatzombiecat]

he didn't sign up for this

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[quadrantadvisor]

So I went to the Danmy Phantom tag on ao3, sorted it to only show fics from 2023 and 2024, and checked to see who the most tagged characters were

Batman is currently a more popular parental figure for Danny than either of his actual parents lol

[eggo8]

he keeps falling oversdfghjkjhgfdsdfghj

[o3o-lapd-o3o]

DINNER IS (finally) SERVED

3000ish words later and part 8 is here! hope you guys enjoy!

(p.s my headcanons explainations are in the tags if you're curious)

(p.p.s credit also goes to @rin-solo for the first headcanon )

the post/thread that started this whole au

dinner scene: part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7

there's a masterlist now!

*odysseus is making his way to the dining hall, while athena and poseidon are following behind*

poseidon: *looking around at the decorations/tapestry dotted around*

poseidon: *see’s a tapestry of what looks to be a very much younger odysseus in full king & armour attire*

poseidon: *stops walking, and turns to look at the actual odysseus in front of him, then back at the tapestry*

poseidon: *to odysseus with a sardonic tone* do your weavers like making you look like a boy, or was that a decision you made to make yourself look younger?

odysseus: *pauses his walking to see what poseidon is talking about*

athena: *also pauses and turns to poseidon*

odysseus: *sees the tapestry in question*

odysseus: *sighs* of course you point that one out 

athena: *who knew odysseus before he was king*

athena: *glaring at poseidon* uncle, you shouldn’t make assumptions, especially when you don’t know the facts

odysseus: *pats athena on the shoulder as he passes her*

odysseus: it’s fine athena

odysseus: *next to poseidon and looking up at the tapestry* if you must know, that is actually the age i was. 

poseidon: *not believing him* yeah right, you couldn’t be older than fifteen in this

odysseus: *turns to him with a sharp look* you’re correct, i was fifteen

poseidon: *slightly wary of odysseus’ mood* so… you became king at fifteen? isn’t that a little bit young for a mortal to rule a kingdom?

odysseus: *turns back to the tapestry* i was already the king, i was actually crowned when i was thirteen

poseidon: *shocked and confused* why would a child be given a kingdom to run?

odysseus: *looks down with a sad smile, at the memory of his father telling him about him losing his mind, and how sorry he was to place such a huge responsibility on his young son’s shoulders*

odysseus: well, i had no choice, but i would do it again if i had to… 

odysseus: *turns to athena* besides, i had athena to help guide me

athena: *smiles with a nod at odysseus*

odysseus: *starts walking in the direction of the dining hall again* anyway…enough of that, can we please just make our way to the dining hall now

*they all continue making their way down the hall*

poseidon: *notices a stain on the floor tiles not far in front of them*

poseidon: *points* i think your servants missed a spot

athena & odysseus: *both look to where he’s pointing*

athena: *chuckles to herself in knowing*

odysseus: *smirks* 

poseidon: *sees both their expressions, and is confused* 

odysseus: oh that..oh don’t worry it’s clean

odysseus: *shrugs* it’s just so hard to get bloodstains out of white titles

poseidon: *wide eyed* blood?

odysseus: yeah.. not long after i finished with you, i arrived back on my island to find my palace overrun with 108…mutts… all vying for my wife’s hand. 

odysseus: *waving his hand like it was a simple issue* so i made sure to deal with them all myself… unfortunately one of them left a stain.

odysseus: -oh look we’ve made it

odysseus: hope we haven’t kept them too long

poseidon: *shocked at all the new odysseus lore he’s unlocked*

athena: *laughing at poseidon’s expression*

odysseus: *opening the door* come on let’s head in

poseidon: *shakes away the shock*

odysseus: *to poseidon* i guess it’s time to introduce you to my wife

*they all walk through the doorway into the dining hall*

*there penelope and telemachus both stand not too far from the dining table; which has quite the feast laid out, and from the steam coming off of it, it had not long be put there*

odysseus: *heads over to his son & wife*

odysseus: *looks at poseidon* poseidon, you’ve met my son telemachus before.

telemachus: *can barely keep in his excitement* 

telemachus: hi- i mean good evening lord poseidon, i’m so happ- grateful you accepted my father's invitation for dinner. 

telemachus: *puts his arm on his chest, and leans forward in a  bow of respect* i hope you enjoy the evening.

odysseus: *narrows his eyes at poseidon, silently threatening him to not be rude to his son*

telemachus: *looks back up at poseidon, smile on his face*

poseidon: *quickly nods his head in greeting to telemachus* good evening prince, your father tells me that this was all your idea 

telemachus: *raises a hand to nervously scratch under his chin* um… yes i guess it was

poseidon: well then, thank you for the idea to invite me.

telemachus: *hand leaves his chin and a big smile breaks out* well of course! you are my father’s friend after all!

poseidon: *eye twitches before he quickly composes himself* 

poseidon: yes… friend.

odysseus: *coughs* yes and now that you’ve both reacquainted yourselves again… telemachus why don’t you go speak with athena for a moment

telemachus: sure!

*telemachus makes his way to athena, and they start talking amongst themselves*

odysseus: *puts his arm around penelope’s waist* now, please let me introduce you to my wife; the queen of ithaca, penelope. 

penelope: *doesn’t bow like telemachus, but nods in greeting* welcome to our palace lord poseidon

poseidon: *nods back* thank you for having me queen penelope

penelope: *smiles but her eyes have a certain glint to them* 

penelope: my husband has told me all about your part in his journey home to us

poseidon: *totally not panicking a little* uh-

penelope: *glint leaves her eyes, but her smile remains*

penelope: -and also how you have helped out on his and my son’s fishing trips lately.

penelope: of course, i would also like thank you for taking the time to attend tonight

poseidon: sure… no problem?

odysseus: great, everyone has met everyone! 

odysseus: *to everyone* now, shall we sit down and eat the lovely feast the cooks have made us, before it gets cold?

odysseus: *moves to pull out one of the chairs at the head of the table for penelope as he normally does, when he notices that, there is only one chair instead of two*

odysseus: *looks up at the table and sees a piece of parchment with ‘mother’ written on it* 

odysseus: huh?

telemachus: *makes his way over to his father* oh! there’s a different than usual seating plan for tonight! i’ve put everyone's names where they should sit.

odysseus: *smiles at telemachus* oh ok, sure!

odysseus: well, i guess i should look for mine then, hey?

telemachus: yes, and please everyone else too!

*everyone makes their way to the table to see where they’re sitting (even though three of them already know)*

odysseus: *sees the parchment with ‘father’ on it* 

odysseus: *expecting to have either athena or telemachus next to him*

odysseus: *watches as athena stands in front of the seat opposite him*

odysseus: *thinks it’s weird to put athena & poseidon together, but thinks telemachus has done is as they are uncle & niece*

odysseus: *then sees telemachus stood in front of the seat next to athena*

odysseus: wait-

poseidon: *sees his name and heads towards it, only to look up and see odysseus standing in front of the seat next to him*

poseidon: wait-

poseidon & odysseus: *both look at each other in horror that they're stuck next to each other all evening*

telemachus: *not noticing the looks of doom on their faces* isn’t this great? it’s a family dinner, so what better than friends sitting together? 

telemachus: *turning to penelope* sorry you’re by yourself at the head of the table though mother

penelope: *smiles and waves her hand* i don’t mind

penelope: anyway, let's sit and eat!

*everyone but odysseus and poseidon sit down. both who have a death grip on the back of their seats*

penelope: *clears her throat* odysseus, lord poseidon… would you both please sit down.

odysseus: *snaps out of his staring at poseidon* 

odysseus: uh sure…

odysseus: *sits down and look back to poseidon, nodding his head at poseidon’s seat in the motion for him to also sit down*

poseidon: *still doesn’t sit*

odysseus: *a millisecond of a flash of red eyes* 

poseidon: *sits*

odysseus: *internally to himself* oh this is gonna be a long evening

odysseus: *to everyone* ok, everyone dig in!

odysseus: *to poseidon* can you get what you want for yourself, mighty sea god? or do you need a mortal’s help?

poseidon: *grabbing a lamb chop off a platter and tearing into it savagely in defiance*

odysseus: *rolls his eyes at poseidon, but goes to place a filet of fish on his plate*

*everyone has been eating and talking*

poseidon: *looks at penelope (who is talking to telemachus & athena) and then looks at odysseus*

poseidon: *thinking and then looks back to penelope*

odysseus: *to poseidon* is there a reason you keep looking at my wife?

poseidon: *jumps at little at being caught looking* 

poseidon: *turns to odysseus* oh do not worry yourself, i have no interest in your wife

odysseus: *unimpressed* why do you keep looking at her then?

poseidon: im..curious 

odysseus: *narrowing his eyes* about?

poseidon: normally you mortal men choose women younger than them for their wives… yet clearly your wife is; from my estimates… about a decade older than you

poseidon: *now with his hand under his chin, leaning on the table* 

poseidon: do you perhaps…prefer older women odysseus?

odysseus: *hands tighten in grip around his cutlery*

poseidon: *notices odysseus hasn’t responded yet*

poseidon: i’m right aren’t -

odysseus: no.

odysseus: *his eyes may not be red, but are clearly full of anger*

poseidon: *eyes widen in worry* whoa whoa! no need to get angry, it’s just a simple observation…. anyone if they pay attention can see the age difference

poseidon: *moves his hand to flick his hair back over his shoulder* it’s not a bad thing

odysseus: *takes a breath in to calm down and then slowly releases it*

odysseus: we are- were the same age… physically at least

poseidon: *confused* i don’t follow

odysseus: *looks at poseidon* during the 10 years it took for me to get home… i found myself stuck on a goddess’ island for 7 of them…

poseidon: ok…

odysseus: *closes his eyes* caly- the goddess had full control over everything on the island… her magic influenced everything… including a mortal's ability to age.

poseidon: so you didn’t-

odysseus: -age? yeah

odysseus: *sighs and opens his eyes* when i realised i wasn’t… i- i- 

odysseus: lets just say i didn’t handle it well

poseidon: *blinks at this new information* oh

odysseus: yep ‘oh’ indeed… 

odysseus: *looks back at poseidon*

odysseus: didn’t you think it was odd that i looked exactly the same when we met again, almost 10 years after our first meeting?

poseidon: in my defence… i was angry and trying to kill you, i wasn’t really paying attention to how you looked

odysseus: *rolls his eyes* i guess that's true

telemachus: uh lord poseidon? may i ask you a question?

poseidon: *happy to not continue his conversation with odysseus*

poseidon: *to telemachus* ask away prince of ithaca

telemachus: is it true that you gave achilles his horses balius & xanthus?

poseidon: *amazed at telemachus’ knowledge* 

poseidon: not directly… but yes i am the reason he came to acquire them. you see i gave them to his father peleus, as a wedding gift for his wife thetis…

*poseidon continues to tell the tale, and odysseus speaks with athena and penelope while more time passes*

*the meal is continuing smoothly as can be*

poseidon: *notices that odysseus has only been eating the fish. not touching a single bit of pork, beef or lamb that's also on the table* 

poseidon: *who has continuously eaten all meats available*

poseidon: *to odysseus* is there something i should know about the meat?

odysseus: huh?

poseidon: *points at the selection of meat in question* what's wrong with the meat? you’ve only touched the fish.

poseidon: if i hadn’t seen the others eat it, i’d worry you’d asked your cooks to poison it or something. 

odysseus: *raised eyebrow* poison won’t hurt you though? 

odysseus: *pointing a fork at him* also, why do you care about my eating habits?

poseidon: *frowning at the fork* i don’t, i’m just-

odysseus: curious? poseidon, i thought you were the god of the sea, not curiosity…

poseidon: *huffs* forget it-

odysseus: i can’t

poseidon: *now his eyebrow is raised* you…can’t?

odysseus: *now using the fork to push the food on his plate around* i can’t stomach eating lamb, pork or beef anymore

poseidon: *forever confused by odysseus* uh why?

odysseus: *gives poseidon a ‘do i really have to explain everything?’ look*

poseidon: *just stares*

odysseus: *once again sighing because of poseidon* well i thought you’d understand lamb… after the whole sheep incident with… your son.

odysseus: then after i escaped you with the wind bag-

poseidon: *rolls his eyes at the memory*

odysseus: we wound up on the sorceress circe’s island… where she turned my men to pigs. 

odysseus: i managed to convince her to turn them back, but it now feels weird to eat pork

odysseus: as for beef, short story is my men ignored my warnings and killed the sacred cattle of the sun god… so yeah beef is a no go for me also. 

poseidon: *wondering how one mortal managed to interact with so many gods on a journey to get home*

poseidon: *laughs at odysseus* and you’re letting that affect your eating habits? i expected you to be stronger than that odysseus

odysseus: *narrows his eyes at poseidon* oh just like how you let my handling of your trident, affect you into doing as i say?

poseidon: *now glaring back* 

poseidon: *turns away from odysseus* whatever, more meat for me

*dinner continues, with telemachus asking poseidon more questions. poseidon loving the interest in him and telelmachus’ knowledge, answers the all the questions with surprising enthusiasm*

*eventually what was once a giant feast of food has nearly been cleared from the table, thanks to having two gods eating most of it*

telemachus: have you enjoyed yourself so far lord poseidon? 

telemachus: *smiling* it’s been really fascinating and fun to learn so much more about you

poseidon: *almost letting a small smile appear on his face in return*

poseidon: *instead just nods* yes, it certainly has been an interesting & knowledgeable evening

telemachus: what about the seating, was it a good idea to put you with my father?

poseidon: *wants to answer no, but feels a kick from under the table. clearly from odysseus*

poseidon: yes, you came up with an ok-

odysseus: *gives another kick* 

poseidon: -great idea

telemachus: *laughs in happiness* 

telemachus: oh but i can’t take all the credit

odysseus: *raises an eyebrow in curiosity* 

athena: *who is sipping wine next to him*

athena: *slightly chokes* wai-

odysseus: *suspicious* son, you must make sure to tell us who else to thank for this

telemachus: *not understanding the bombshell he’s about to drop* oh athena actually came up with the idea!

athena: *suddenly nervous with the two very intense stares directed at her*

athena: w-well it was just a suggestion really…

telemachus: no ‘thena! remember you said as it’s a family dinner, friends should sit with friends!

odysseus: *to athena with the fakest smile* oh athena, how considerate!

penelope: *who has been quiet this whole exchange*

telemachus: *as if he hasn’t already unknowingly thrown one person to the wolves* but i of course had to run it by mother first, as she was helping me with all the planning!

penelope: *eyes have totally not widened*

telemachus: she said it was a great idea!

odysseus: *now to penelope* oh my dear wife, a great idea eh?

poseidon: *just chugs back his cup of wine at the revelations*

*after a awkward moment (at least for 4 of them) they continue on finishing the meal*

*eventually the food is finished and the dinner has come to an end, everyone has moved away from the dinner table and are now sitting on cushion chairs or standing around them talking amongst themselves*

poseidon: *looking out the window seeing just how dark the night sky now is* 

poseidon: well this has been a lovely evening, but it is getting late and i have been away from the sea for as long as i can.

poseidon: *turning to penelope and nodding his head in actual respect* queen penelope, thank you for your hosting

poseidon: *without nodding at them* athena, odysseus… good night.

*before poseidon can turn to bid telemachus good night, the prince runs out the room*

telemachus: *yelling before he leaves the room* please lord poseidon, wait a moment! i forgot something!

poseidon: *turns to look at odysseus in confusion* 

odysseus: *just shrugs also confused* 

poseidon: *turns back to the door, telemachus long gone* uh sure.

*not long later telemachus runs back into the room dishevelled but holding something in his hand*

telemachus: *walks up to poseidon* 

telemachus: *bows and holds out something covered in a silk cloth to him*

poseidon: uh-

telemachus: it’s a gift! i’m not expecting anything in return, and i’m sure you have better things… but i saw it and thought you’d like it

poseidon: *blinks, but takes the gift from telemachus’ hands*

poseidon: *carefully unties the silk cloth*

poseidon: *breathes in sharply*

telemachus: *not sure if that's a good or bad reaction* uh if you don’t like it that's fin-

poseidon: *holds his hand to stop telemachus* 

poseidon: prince of ithac-

telemachus: telemachus- sorry for interrupting. please my lord, call me telemachus

poseidon: …telemachus. thank you, this is a very thoughtful gift. 

poseidon: i will cherish it.

penelope & odysseus: *curious over what's got the god of the seas ‘cherishing’ something*

athena: *small smile as she knows*

*penelope & odysseus move closer to poseidon who is still staring down at his gift. once close enough they can see in his hand is a a handcrafted glass/crystal hippocampus*

*poseidon ended up wrapping it back in the silk cloth, and placing it in his chiton. He then thanked telemachus again and bid him good night & farewell. odysseus offered to walk back to the cove with him, but poseidon waved him off and told him to stay with his family*

[salted-snailz]

i miss my wife, tails…

[mrmeepsmadmind]

starscream: WHY must every bot be SOOO irritating? EVEN MORE THAN THEY USUALLY ARE. & THAT'S A SKY HIGH BAR . ..Why can't i just form my new cybertronian republic in peace. the only thing that could make this worse Besides megatron (because he's a Constant. ) is the totally asinine, in no way possible, abstract nightmare of being haunted by annoyingly-upbeat commentary that only i can hear.. thank primu-

the Heavenly Bee:

[see-arcane]

This part focuses on Quincey in particular instead of everyone, "Quincey raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at her intently", and I wonder if it connects with what he had said before: "And I promise you, too, that I shall make all certain, for if I am only doubtful I shall take it that the time has come!" Because Quincey is the one who always clocks on the situation at hand first, and patrols for threats (and if he spots one he shoots first asks questions later)

He does clock things very fast and takes action just as quickly. When he's facing the right way.

But in this scene, our favorite Texan isn't looking the right way or even reacting safely as much as he is quick about it. Even if his reaction was entirely innocent surprise, the fact that he made clear how ready he was to serve Mina's euthanasia request--seemingly with more readiness than even Dr. Jack Malpractice who must 'steel' himself to the idea--has absolutely stuck in Jonathan's mind.

Hence Jonathan death gripping the kukri as Quincey gets (to his eyes) the wrong kind of interested.

The whole story could have gone very nasty very fast if Mr. 'You've yeed your last haw' Morris had made a wrong move at that moment.

[dcsmdcsm]

This guy...

[felixakranken]

TWF fans have a strange habit of, for lack of a better word, woobifying Mr. Walten.

I think a lot of you seem to take this series a lot less serious than it actually is, and those same people have a very bad habit of making Jack out to be a saint. He's just a normal guy. Just because he loves his family doesn't mean he's some sweet and perfect guy who has no flaws. I never see any of you discuss or portray his anger issues that Martin has mentioned numerous times.

You all blatantly ignore the fact that Sophie's only memories she retained of him were that he was angry and he worked all the time. Just because he loves his family and didn't abuse them doesn't mean he's perfect. To deny him of these flaws take away what a dynamic character he's being written to be.

We know Felix sucks. We all know this because no one shuts up about it. That's his best friend of 20 years, someone he chose to have around his family, and someone he chose to start a business with. Felix's actions don't reflect on Jack, obviously, but you have to think about the fact they are best friends of 2 decades.

The small bit we know about Jack and what things Martin has let on to his personality over time is very different than what everyone makes him out to be, and it's strange. If you choose to ignore that Jack is just a normal middle-aged man in the 70s, that's on your own inability to actually like the character that's there.

[44rtem]

jiaoqiu has left me in SHAMBLES. Nobody talk to me for the next 24 hours…

[mattzerella-sticks]

Marvel, X-Men, whoever - I'm begging you.

Let these two (Wolverine and Bishop) get together.

[annaizscribbling]

Pt 3 of The Farmer being not quite human. Shane edition

(Pt 1)

Shane remembered the first time he learned to fear the farmer.

Don’t get him wrong, he likes the farmer, she’s a good friend of his. She was there at his lowest point, patient and calm when he was anything but. Shane cared deeply for her, she helped change his life, lots of people’s lives. She was one of his closest friends, a confidant for a time, and an encouragement to get better. She was a godsend.

But he was also terrified of her, and for good reason. Reason nobody else in this damn town seems to understand, but good reason.

She had only been in town a few months at that point. Shane met her a handful of times, scaring her off with mostly bark and not much bite, though she always came back to greet him eventually.

He was drunk at the time, which he usually was then, so it wasn’t anything special. He was not blackout drunk, but he was certainly more than just a little tipsy. He had to work in the morning, which made him miserable, so he drank, which meant he would wake up hungover, which would make work miserable, so he’d drink more the evening after, and so on.

Instead of heading straight home, he went for a clumsy walk. Shane couldn’t handle the idea of going back to his room, which was feeling more and more like a prison of his own making. He staggered past Pierre’s and toward the broken-down community center, clumsily finding the old stone bench in the overgrown garden attached to the center.

Shane looked up at the sky, trying to lose himself in the vastness of the stars stretching out forever. Buh. As much as he hated the valley, he did like being able to see the stars from there. Staring up at so many stars, it made Shane feel small and insignificant, which was almost comforting. The heavens didn’t give a shit about him, neither did he. They had that in common. There wasn’t any side eyes and disappointment to be found in the stars. The valley had good stars. Zuzu city had too much light pollution for that.

Even footsteps slowly approached from the path that led into the mountains. Shane drowsily craned his neck to catch a glimpse.

What he found, he did not like.

A low light was moving down the path, not a streetlight or a lamp, but like a moving ray of light from a setting sun. An illuminated figure moved in the center of the light, always in the middle of the glow, like a ghost or a vengeful spirit. Shane rubbed his eyes, trying to sober up enough to comprehend what he was seeing. He never believed in magic, or spirits, or anything science hadn’t given the stamp of approval. He prayed to Yoba that it was just the alcohol, and that he was dreaming it all up.

Instead, dark hair and suntanned skin began to take shape in Shane’s eyes.

The farmer.

She wasn’t tall compared to most of the villages, Shane included, but gazing at her then, she looked startlingly imposing. The farmer was holding an old sword in one hand, the cruel sharp edge glinting the light she was somehow emitting. It was covered in splashes of slime and what could only be blood. Her dark hair was immaculate, but her clothes were ripped and shredded, revealing more of her toned body. He didn’t remember her looking remotely strong when she first moved to town, but now? now she looked powerful, ruthless, inhuman. Her thick work boots were coated in gunk and dirt. A closer look at her as she approached revealed to Shane that her skin was glossy, not like sweat but like slime. She walked like there wasn’t an earthly force that could so much as hinder her.

Shane stared, petrified.

Not once did she so much as glance in his direction, she just kept walking, heavy footsteps sounding to an assertive beat.

Then just as Shane thought he was clear, she turned to look directly at him, making him jolt in surprise.

She walked over, the light still following her like a fog trying to cling to her. The light made her brown eyes glow like pools of honey with the sun behind them. To Shane, it felt like a wild animal watching his car headlights from the thrush. The farmer stared at him in silence for a few moments, making Shane feel like a curious riddle being pondered over. It made the hairs on his arms stand up.

Shane was still seated, she was standing over him, studying him with unreadable eyes. It was the longest few seconds of his entire life, staring at her. Up close he could see the monster blood staining her skin and clothing, she must have been in the mines. Nobody goes to the mines, at least never far down enough to come back looking like that. The sword was more intimidating up close, its serrated edge caught with pieces of gummy flesh and black dust. She could kill him. She could probably kill anything in the valley.

The farmer tilted her head slightly. “Hello,” she said in a soft voice.

He felt his hackles rise before he could have the sense to stop himself. “Why are you bothering me? I want to be alone,” he snapped, scowling up at her, as if he could possibly scare her off.

A beat of silence passed before she sat on the bench beside him, which Shane shot her a withering glare for. She pulled her backpack into her lap and began to rummage, taking out what Shane was almost positive was a fistful of diamonds and setting them aside. After another precious gem of some sort, she found the bottom of her bag and pulled out an uncovered plate of pepper poppers, still fresh and somehow even steaming slightly.

Shane looked at the food then back at her, “Uh, how—”

She cut him off by pushing the plate toward him, jutting her chin out as if to encourage him into taking it. As she did so, Shane found the source of the light in the form of a blinding gold ring she was wearing, which was somehow a flashlight?

Shane squinted at it.

The farmer was still holding out the food.

“Oh. Um … for me?” Shane asked dumbly, obviously they were for him. Yoba, he was too drunk for this.

She nodded, almost smiling.

Slowly, he took the plate of perfect pepper poppers, eyeing her suspiciously over the salivating smell. Cautiously, Shane took one and bit into it. It was delicious. Perfect, even. Hot, cheesy, spicy, fresh. What the hell.

Slightly manically, he laughed. Maybe it was the beer talking. Maybe he was finally losing his mind. But the pepper poppers sure looked real, and so did the farmer. He couldn’t believe what was happening.

“These are my favorite. How?” Shane said, shaking his head, staring at the plate of food.

The farmer rubbed was was presumably (and very hopefully) monster blood from her arm. “I heard you liked them.”

Shane blinked. “Is Marnie going around talking about me? I hate when she does that, buh. What has she been saying?”

“No,” the farmer said quietly, calmly. “Not her.”

“Oh. Then who told you?”

The farmer stared up at the sky instead of looking at Shane. She looked peaceful, ethereal, and terrifying. She looked down at her sword, which she had propped against the bench. “I killed a ghost. The ghost dropped a note. It told me what gifts you would like, so I listened.”

Shane stared at her in silent horror for what was at least two full minutes.

“Goodnight,” the farmer said after awhile of stargazing. She stood, gathered her gemstones and slung her backpack over her shoulder. She retrieved her sword and began to trek back to her farm. It was nearly 1:30AM.

Shane never quite saw her like he did the rest of the town after that. He questioned himself over it for two years now, wondering if it really happened just like that, but every time he began to doubt himself, she’d do something just strange enough to remind him.

She’d turn around, knowing exactly where he is despite her back being to him, and Shane standing 20 feet away. She’d lug massive, intricate artifacts to the museum that she seemed to know a little too much about. He’d see her trekking up to the old, abandoned tower on the edge of Cindersap forest, carrying strange gifts of some sort. He’ll visit her and Sebastian at the farm and take note of the strange plants, the old statues and souvenirs, the unnatural animals.

Shane loved the farmer, but he was smart enough to fear her too.

[penelope-kat]

I cannot BELIEVE no one else is talking about this:

You people make me sick 😤 /j

[twasbrillig71]

i know this is a jervis account but i just watched the long halloween movie and

he is my babygirl

and he's such a passenger princess

[samfangalore]

There’s so much depth built into the camps in RDR2 and it’s constant every time you’re at camp something is happening between two characters and depending on which camp you’re at the interactions amongst the crew really sets the tone for where you are horseshoe overlook really feels like a new beginning it really feels like a breathe of fresh air from the cold snow a new start vs shady belle there is a constant tension and fear in the air as everyone waits for the final shoe to drop another one of the things I love is when you’re doing chores the more you do them the more conversations you overhear and the more you see who actually does what around camp I feel like if you don’t spend time at camp you miss a whole layer of story and character development and just general quirks and kookiness amongst your fellow criminals