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What if you split the farmer into their component elements for the co-op experience in universe.

Imagine the town when not one, but four farmers descend on their tiny town. (Or dear god eight)

The Farmer

Feral as always, will use bombs to clear the farm and can raze the cindersnap in a day if they want to. Can be found shoving plants into their backpack in the woods or tending the fields, has beef with Pierre. Will grow your favorite crops and cries in happiness when their greenhouse is built.

The Rancher

The farmers counterpart. Is always at Marnies examining new babies and bringing them home, always bugging Robin for an expansion or new farm building, can be found surrounded by animals at any given time. Will randomly hand you an egg from their pocket or the foot of a rabbit if they like you, has spent the farmer fund on hay in the winter. Has an actual fucking dinosaur and will let you pet it.

The Geologist

Or as I like to call them, the cave goblin.

Can be found in the caves at almost any hour with a backpack full of rocks, absolutely swole and destroys monsters without a care because rocks! They have almost single handedly completed the museum and kept Clint in business, and will stare at him with an unblinking gaze while he cracks open their geodes. Lord have mercy when this fucker gets to skull caverns.

The Fisherman

(Willy’s favorite)

They have kept the art of fishing alive and have caught every single fish in The Valley by the second year. Can be found anywhere near water and has managed to drag up whole chests. Has horrified townsfolk by eating raw algae straight from the water or gelatinous goo they fished up. Has eaten a raw fish before.

Sometimes spotted defending into the mines with a fishing pole and returning with freaky fish they’ll gladly present to Willy, has also been spotted going into the sewers with their pole.

That’s not to say the farmers don’t work together. They are a force of nature. Ask for something on the board? Prepare for four people running up to you with that item. They fight like dogs over the grange and it’s a mix of crops, animal products, shiny rocks, and fresh fish. On rainy days they’ve been spotted playing in the rain and have woken up Robin more than once stampeding back to their farms from the mines at midnight. No one’s sure their relations to one another or who’s actually related to the old man, and no one asks.

They flirt a lot and will share their goods to increase the others odds of getting a date. On the beginning of every season they are menaces, clearing and prepping the fields with the farmer before they scatter to the wind. Always dirty, always smiling, always wild and fun. There isn’t a dull day in The Valley since they arrived. The local cryptids.

Dealing with Trauma while being King Dedede

Bonus:

Dealing with Trauma while being Taranza

in which luigi is a schoolteacher for Junior and learns ah. interesting new things about himself when he meets the dad

Shrek 2, while a cinematic masterpiece, is also an interesting look at queerness and comp het.

Fiona is married so it's time to reunite with her parents. But instead of marrying a prince, she's married to an ogre. Not just that, but she's also an ogre. (Yes everyone knew she would sometimes be an ogre but that was when she was a child, she didn't know she would be an ogre for the rest of her life, and besides once she met the right prince she would stop being an ogre. She was supposed to stop being an ogre.)

But okay they're both ogres. We can still ask about when they'll have children because even if they're ogres they can still have kids, right? That's what married princes and princesses do so naturally that's what everyone does. Even if ogres might not be great parents (I've heard that ogres eat their young, is that something you people do?) it's still something that should be discussed.

And okay you can stay in Fiona's childhood bedroom filled with all the reminders that hey, everyone thought she was just a princess and princesses marry princes. Her toys left out from the last time she played with them. The prince slays the ogre. The princess offers a token of gratitude for slaying the ogre. Fiona wrote Mrs. Fiona Charming a million times in her diary because what else was she supposed to grow up to be?

And Harold you have to fix this, your country can't be ruled by ogres. You were unfit to rule when you were a frog but I changed you, I made you better, I made you a prince. You know how this works. Think of your daughter's safety.

Shrek goes to the Fairy Godmother and oh honey, ogres don't live happily ever after. It's just not done. It hasn't happened in all of fairy tale history. You have to change the both of you to be happy. You have to present as a prince and a princess. It will be better. You'll fit in better that way. You'll be accepted that way.

I was worldbuilding two bog standard fantasy species, wise old tree dudes and impulsive little rat guys, when I realized it was far funnier if they had each other's personalities.

The rat guys think fast and talk fast, but they're incredibly conservative and like to cover all the angles before they take any action. This comes with being a prey species: their ancestral environment had lots of clever traps and devious hazards, so you get rat councils wisely working the problem.

The tree dudes speak and move slowly, but they will propose and then do the most insane things you can imagine. They can slot together a rocket in an afternoon and will then use it without so much as a test fire first. They test new potions by quaffing them down, sometimes not even waiting for it to cool (though they're tree dudes, so I guess quaffing a potion just means pouring it over their root legs). This comes from the ancestral selection process too: the tree dudes that won were the ones that took big risks, that grew faster, stronger, and tried new things without worrying about consequences. The tree dudes evolved in an era when they had no natural predators and their only competition was each other.

And this is, of course, initially confusing for any human who makes contact with them. If a giant bearded tree nods at you solemnly and tells you to go through a portal, your first thought is not that he's curious about what will happen to spacetime. And if a hyperactive little rat guy tells you with some urgency that you must accompany him into a ruined city, you won't immediately think that this is step 11 of his branching 27 step plan.

Bro you got the whole squad feeling remorseful that, even after being given mercy, you chose to stick to your cruel ways and ended up being your own downfall.

SONG: Sir Chloe - Too Close

I finally got this damn thing done (woohoo!)

everyone apart of the gaster club has unrelenting hatred for one another

Top left clockwise: Keith groover, Jordan Simons, Bret Crow, Harry Hansen

~ A scrap of cloth. ~

~ Weighed down by sins long past. ~

Inspired by @passivechara post about the poncho being an equippable item.