#jacob seed x judge

[pande-monty-um]

Let sleeping wolves lie, Jacob

[flare-queen]

Deputy with her Chibi Seeds

[sunshine-gumdrop]

I wanted to see these two in New dawn setting. Judge Deputy is so underused imo. Jacob looks like a viking on the positive side ^-*

[trashboyo3891]

Jacob:Pratt meet my judge wolves

The judges:GRRR BARK GRR

Pratt:aww how cute

The judges:awooo

Jacob:🤨 how the fuck?

And thats the story of how Jacobs judge wolfs betrayed jacob and got babied by pratt

[josephseedismyfather]

Harley & Jacob

Sorry not sorry for spamming my babes but I couldn't wait to share this either!!!

Another gorgeous piece of my Far Cry 5 OC Harley Jane with Jacob done by @redreart! You, my friend, continue to blow me away with your skill and I just adore your work so much! THANK YOU! 😘 This is also for a later chapter in Afflicted, but come on, LOOK AT THEM!!! 😍😭 How could I not share this now?!

And yes, that IS a stuffed Judge Moose! 😉

[rebouks]

Invictus: Author's Note

Now that we've all survived the horrors, I figured I'd do a bit of a commentary on Robin's nightmare below the cut...

I guess the central themes we were going for within Robin's dream were threefold; the fact that he feels lonely/alone with the burden of his gift, that he's worried about Alex, and that his friends (and some other's) are annoying/confusing him, so let's break that down to begin with.

Robin was always destined to be the last one alive, mostly to compound his feelings of desolation, but also because planning/executing various endings would've taken way longer than 2-3 months to plan on my own 😅 He doesn't dare tell anyone about his abilities due to the fear of being judged or ostracised and I don't blame him. Most people wouldn't believe him, and those that might would probably avoid him or at least act differently around him even if they supported him; he's also paranoid that if a medical professional found out, they'd want to study him or god knows what else, hence the scepticism from the group when he told them (in the nightmare) and his twisted view of Doctor Abbott (who's actually a perfectly lovely psychologist in the waking world).

Alex hasn't written for over six months at this point and Robin doesn't know why; it's not as if they've slowly been losing touch over time with less and less communication either, her letters stopped without warning! Half of him expects there to be a reasonable explanation, but he can't help worrying. Clearly his subconscious mind ran away with all that concern...

Robin's classmates personalities were spot on (thanks to Robin's gift) but slightly exaggerated since each one of them is a proverbial thorn in Robin's side at the moment.

Levi: Extra impulsive, standoffish and contradictory within Robin's dream, I think it's fairly obvious Robin's still pissed at his friend. I toyed with the idea of Robin being the only one to make decisions that we could vote on, but thought the loss of control he'd feel from not being able to stop bad outcomes from happening off the back of other people's choices was far more apt. Levi continues to tread a questionable path irl and Robin can't stop him.. if only he'd just apologise!

Penny: Robin strongly dislikes Penny, hence her being super annoying.. not that she's much better in the waking world! If the psychic doesn't rate someone, I'd say it's a pretty safe bet they're not such a great person.. I'm sure he wishes his friend wasn't so into her 💀

Aster: I think the fact that Aster's stood up for Robin twice now had a big impact on how he acted; he tried to keep the peace where he could and was the only one who supported Robin after he'd told the group about his gift. Robin doesn't know him very well outside of his dream though, so some of this could just be a projection based on what little evidence he has 🤷‍♀️

Jacob: Robin's a bit annoyed/put off by Jacob right now.. he barely spends any time with him and Jude anymore and as they've gotten older, their personalities appear to be veering in different directions. He's volatile, haughty and obsessed with girls, hence his distrust toward Robin after the revelation of his gift and his less-than-stellar treatment of Tess.

Tess: Tess goes where Jacob goes, simple! Though Robin feels bad for her because he knows that she's way more into Jacob than he is and he's not faithful; that's why he so obviously dismisses his own girlfriend within the dream. In the waking world he's much more convincing, but Robin knows better.

What the hell was "x" about?

The dolls - they were usually found pointing toward danger and/or bad decisions, but did we listen? NOPE! Instead we chose to vilify them 😩

The Lab - this was actually a warped version of the seed vault/hydroponic garden Robin, Wren & Oscar explored in Granite Falls. That's why the retina detection system recognised him, 'cause he has technically been there before. I'm not a professional, so don't quote me on this, but apparently our minds can't conjure up people/places/things from nothing, so what we usually see in our dreams is stuff we've seen before or an amalgamation of various things mashed together, even if we don't actively remember them.

The Asylum - Sunnyside Asylum is a real place Robin read about on a late night internet delve down a rabbit hole (don't judge him, we've all done it) he just forgot he'd read about it or seen it before 🤷‍♀️

The butterflies - they're Alex's favourite animals (along with the humble moth!) so Robin thought they were leading him to her, but they were not ;-;

"So, I suppose you know-..." - what was Aster going to say!? Aster was about to assume that Robin knows he has a crush on him, and he'd be correct! Robin never really picked up on it before, but after recent events it's pretty obvious.. to Robin at least! Does he like Aster back? Well, maybe he doesn't know yet, or maybe it's a secret, but (spoiler alert) Robin's pansexual, so there's a chance he could.

Doctor Abbott - briefly mentioned before, but let's dig deeper!

Dr. Abbott is the psychologist Oscar/Courtney sent Robin to a while back for his selective mutism after it started hindering him/his schoolwork etc since starting high school. He's terrifying simply because Robin's terrified of him-.. though I suppose not him personally. Robin's torn between a rock and a hard place when it comes to professional help; on the one hand he'd love to offload all his troubles and get some real guidance, but the other side of him worries what that'd mean. He can't tell anyone the full story, so how could anyone truly help him? Is his mutism even connected to his gift, or does he just use it as a convenient excuse? What if they didn't believe him and labelled him insane? What if he IS insane and imagining everyone else's thoughts? What if they do believe him and want to experiment on him?! 😱 If he's gonna tell anyone about his abilities, it sure as shit isn't gonna be some stranger he doesn't trust, even if it appears they mean well! He'd love to know where his gift came from though. Why him? Where'd it come from? Does anyone else have it?? He doubts anyone would be able to answer these questions but it still kinda ties into the whole theme of being experimented on etc. I think at this point he's wondering who he is (as every teen does around his age) or who he'd be without his abilities too, like another part of him is worried he'd be a mere husk of himself if science somehow explained away his world. It's just a part of who he is now and I think he's starting to accept himself as is, so the thought of someone picking it all apart after his acceptance is perhaps more scary than letting anyone in to help make sense of it. Maybe it's just one of those things, or maybe he's bonkers and has no idea? He doesn't know.. he's very confused, hence the complicated feelings around poor, well-meaning Dr. Abbott.

Mr Handy - he gets an honourable mention because it's funny to me.. like he's usually on the players side, right?! Yeah, but Robin isn't fond of technology in general so in dreamland good ol' Mr Handy is a dickhead instead lmao 😂

Some fun what if's & titbits...

I'm not gonna break down all the what if scenarios because there were a LOT but I still wanna take some time to point out some fun stuff n' share a few fun things we missed out on 🤸‍♀️

If Levi tried to scare Robin, it wouldn't have worked in the slightest which I just find amusing 🤭

If Robin n' co. chose to hide instead of run earlier on in the dream, he would've gotten stuck in a closet with Aster eheuheuheu (this is the fun thing I said y'all missed out on!!)

There were numerous ways for Levi to piss Penny off during the duration of the dream (somehow he only managed one so well done ig) that would've potentially changed their demise and one was Tess falling off the ladder and Levi helping her.. look at those mad lil fists on Penny LMAO 😂 You can also see another lovely doll pointing in the direction of the monster that was chasing them but everyone would've been like ewwww! even tho she was just trying to help.. shame on us tbh ;-;

Just Aster being cute tryna keep the peace.. IF HE'D SURVIVED! T-T

Mr Handy being absolutely demented.. love that for him.

Robin being yeeted back to the asylum.. skjsk idk I just like these screenshots lmao

Aster being a menace to both Levi and Penny ehehe

I had such fun creating this little project (I say little but it literally took months fkfjgkj) and October was kinda shitty for me so thank you to everyone for reading along, voting and generally having fun with me, it gave me something to look forward to! 🧡

I love horror and taking a break from a more realistic style of storytelling is always good fun, dreams especially 'cause they can be as wacky as you like!

I suppose my main inspo for the what if's/voting was Until Dawn but I think we can all thank games like Silent Hill, Outlast, Resident Evil, Amnesia etc etc for the general vibes I was going for 🤔

EITHER WAY! Very fun.. 10/10 would recommend trying to stretch yourselves into doing something something similar, I had a blast!

I think I covered a fair amount of questions n' stuff but feel free to ask anything else! ILY 🧡🧡

[i-love-hot-men-in-video-games]

Jacob Seed x Reader; All clear on the Western Front

It had been a long three nights out in the desert. I was the only newbie in our troop. Many of these men have seen war before me, especially the soldier I was partnered up with, Jacob. Man has done 2 tours and is now on his 3rd. He's the best soldier we have but he doesn't talk to anyone, just follows orders. Jacob and I were on night watch tonight, standing at our large tent door, I was standing on the left while Jacob was on my right. He'd been quiet for 3 hours now, so I decided to strike up a conversation to help the time go by faster.

"You know you could talk to me to help the time go by, I won't bite you know."

He just glanced over at me with a cold stare before looking back out on the desert.

"I get it, you're defensive, but you know you can talk to me. I'm not one to judge people."

He continued to look out into the desert, ignoring me.

"Do you really hate people that much Seed?"

"Perhaps I do, or maybe I just find you annoying."

Ouch, fucking hurtful...

"Maybe I'm just trying to be friendly."

"Maybe war isn't a time to be friendly.'

"Last time I checked we're just standing here on guard."

"Last time I checked you need to shut your mouth before you get us hazed by our sergeant."

I stared at Jacob coldly before I looked back out into the desert, sighing in frustration. About 20 minutes have gone by before I saw movement in the distance and let Jacob know.

"Jacob, movement, 10 o'clock, approximately 3 clicks away."

"Yeah, I see em."

Jacob pulled out his binoculars to assess the movement.

"We got our enemy. BOYS GET UP, WE GOT MOVEMENT!"

Jacob shouted to our troop and everyone came rushing out with guns standing by until they get close enough. Once they have, we opened fire. This was my first firefight, and I was terrified, frozen in place until Jacob snapped me out of it.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING (L/N)!? START SHOOTING!"

I looked at Jacob for a second and blinked myself out of shock. I popped a few bullets in the men's heads before Jacob dragged me away so both of us could provide covering fire. But like a moron, I decided to be a 'hero'.

"(Y/N)!? WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?" Jacob yelled out to me but I ignored him.

I ran into fire shooting trying to get every last man, but again, like an idiot I got myself shot in the shoulder and fell to the ground, switching over to my pistol to try and shoot the men until I fired my shot at the last man and I collapsed in pain.

"WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT (L/N)!?" Jacob scolded me while the medics were assessing the damage done to my shoulder.

"bullet shot through the bone and a major artery, we gotta move em now" said the medics, my vision went hazey after a minute and eventually I blacked out. A few hours later I woke up, no one was in the tent with me except for Jacob, who had his elbows on his thighs and his head leaning against his intertwined hands looking down on the ground, I couldn't see his face, just his red hair soaking with sweat, his left leg was bouncing up and down, he seemed anxious.

"Jacob?.."

He shot straight up to look at me, his eyes were wide, he definantly was anxious, scared for me even.

"I could've sworn I thought you were dead."

"Nope, still alive, and yeah, I'm aware of how stupid my actions were. I just wanted to show you that I'm a good soldier, a tough one, by sacrificing myself. I still managed to get everyone" I said sitting up on my cot.

"Yeah, but next time, don't sacrifice yourself."

"Maybe next time you should just open up and talk to me."

Jacob took a moment to pause before answering.

"The reason why I don't talk or open up, or if I do talk I'm harsh, is because every time I opened up to someone, that person either ends up finding me disgusting, a monster, or they end up getting taken away from me in one way or another."

"I don't see that in you at all, especially now...you were scared for me weren't you?"

I could see Jacob's face turning a light shade of pink as his gaze looked away from mine.

"No...I wasn't."

"Yeahhh...you're a terrible liar. I saw the way your leg was bouncing up and down, you were anxious and worried."

"Yeah, perhaps I was..."

"Why? You don't even like me?"

"I never said that."

"but-"

"I said you were annoying, never said I didn't like you."

I stared at Jacob in awe for a few moments before looking away, contemplating my next words carefully.

"Why were you worried for me?"

"Because you're a good soldier."

"Yeah well Calvin got his damn leg blown off while we were away scouting a couple days ago and you didn't seem worried about him."

"You're a better soldier than him-"

"That can't be the only reason." I quickly said while deadpanning my words.

Jacob looks down at his feet in defeat, what he says next throws me for a loop.

"Maybe I was worried because I like you okay..."

It took me a moment to register what Jacob said.

"Y-you what?..."

"I love you..."

I stared at Jacob in disbelief. He even seemed shocked himself by what he said. Without a moments hesitation, he walks out of the tent, leaving me by myself.

A few more weeks went by and Jacob hasn't once talked to me after he admitted his feelings towards me. I finally healed up and it was my first day back as a sniper. That night, Jacob and I were on nightwatch again, standing in our usual positions. Midnight came around I tried striking up a conversation with him.

"Hey..."

"...hey."

"How have you been these past weeks?"

"fine..."

"Jacob, I'm not mad or upset, or even disgusted with your admission...if I'm being completely honest...I like you too..."

Jacob quickly jerked his head to look at me in disbelief, and all I could do was smile at him before looking out into the vast, quiet desert. We didn't talk to each other much the rest of the night.

The next day Jacob called me over to his cot in the large tent we shared with the troop.

"(Y/N), come over here..."

"Is everything okay?"

"Yeah yeah, just um..."

I raised my eyebrows at him as a way of telling him to continue.

"I've just been thinking about what you said last night and..."

"And what?..."

Jacob looked at me with that same look of debating his next words or action. Jacob quickly walked over to me, put his arms around my waist, and pulled me into a kiss. My eyes went wide and I froze in place for a moment before wrapping my arms around him and melting into the kiss. I could feel the heat radiating off of Jacob's body. We broke the kiss and he looked at me with those gorgeous blue iris's of his.

"God you're so beautiful..." His raspy voice cuts through me as I blush from his words.

"I'd like to see where this goes."

"Yeah, me too."

I wanted to say something else but he cut me off.

"Jacob-"

"Please...call me Jake."

Sorry that my first Jacob one shot took so long for me to upload. I recently moved and went without wifi for over a week. But here it is and I hope you enjoy!

Ps. Sorry that this one shot may be short, I'll try to make them longer next time if y'all want me to.

[rgs-savant-praytell-airor]

50. 50. 50. 49

2012 Peter. Young. Power.cross

Amats. Jfk.rp. justin12 blue.pa

Obama. Kevson trump.gw robert.k

12 dikriz. Scitz. 2012. Mike.tasc.dre

Kp. Ts. S. X.

Invega.nde.ciggwe Electricity

Truth.spirit. dario.mansion

Mom pain. 199g gma.eld.unc.fb.twit.ut

Rih. Magdelin

P1. Soulmate

Anal angel hs son

Enoch elijah 2001 feeds into 2012 imagine.

So does robert karla blue bones etc.

Juiced by the scitz jfk jesus kevin mansion.

Empowered authorized by Young I'm 12.

Focus on dick riz flesh(remember I glowed in prison) and calling forth summoning commanding amats.

Invega and connection to mom pain(spirit of all women) bowing ciggaweed, braces off teeth breathing or talking and anger authority one with the lungs and cali count down focusing all the girls as one furthering the power of the scitz. Then 199g gma etc electricity and heaven and radiation and the lotto and social media. All scitz power embodied by the dick riz 12 tribes summoning amats or more scitz. Also childhood the endless shadow game sodomy lying feeding 2012 pain and the angel son feeding 2012, and the 12 blue and youth 12apostles go hand in hand and funneled into cv stomach heaven pushing the scitz and or amats.

Boosters include

Trump.gw feeds into obama then powering jfk upholding 2012 me america. The angel army traveling back in time threwout history we are more than them nutrients of the scitz america john. Also remember the formula of the army as ive written b4 starting with the flow of ciggaweed or tar lungs breath faith forever ever ever tumor(rawscitzpower) combined with natasha.mikeburns.uncle1bill. Infused with all the power of the mental hospital visits relationship birds and daddy 1* mill blue faith and 20 savages then 77 savages of bodyguard romans. Also mewtwo(oldman) sword(amgel of wrath) and the riz.

Remember and know what your surroundings mean and of course the body parts and its scitz definition as I said, a good amplifier is remember left leg hillsong dre right leg justin catholic church, catholics stay in one place hillsong walkes the long way home aka judgement, you can just stand and move your knees and the paradox will amplify the scitz or and amats, remember the dick riz flesh and rgs blood and reparations black white equality even how the Spaniards raped the Spanish and reparations of American rapture authority emboldened faith as you rotate or smoke or meditate. Also remember grayson blue adamentium 300 mill breathes when breathing and drinking water.

P.s. when people talk just judge them as negative because most of it is coffee or gossip and amplify the faith as you smoke and or w.e. movie your seeing or television in real life, you judge them by saying they sinned and adding momentum and power as you smoke to the original judgement and leave them with a seed in their heart of fate or pour it all into them if you judging them, like waves of energy flowing into the main conduit leaving behind a small wave to whoever or whatever passed by in their heart but also know its a seed.

P.s.

50 50 50 49 tyhomas invega elec

Riz,butterfly2,locust/mill ,jerk,elecbud,anal high school angel son

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123321 1221

Jelly fish / meg

12 12 12

Good rotation for an itch.

And Mike burns, natasha, uncle encounter, p.a. salute we repent.

As a boost to the itch

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Remember blanco Moreno boriqua, the chip 😂 scitz scitz scitz

Jacob israel Abraham

Forever ever ever

Everlasting to everlasting.

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Shining light endure if, Touch not mine annointed

Chipy.

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Also withe the 50s

Ridgewoodmansion,kevmansion,manhattanbunker,mike/robcrib,hostelfish,1722/dariomansion

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Things to remember in the shadow game as they all lie for that high.

50s

All your souls belong 2 me, all scitzos must bow/isaiah most pain, killer of mexico/isaiah great weapon, p.a. rider swat storm blue law,root of david Nancy 50g bail elec brain weed pain of all women/ obey, grayson 2012 azazel kiss ass leak Carlisle hospital runaway attempt athletes foot,

Then rotation justin dad etc etc sons etc etc 2012 obey.Grayson apocalypse of elijah, great beef chop weapon. Judgement to wormwood.

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North Korea South Korea Japan

Blanco Moreno boriqua

Christain Islam hagakure

1 billion man army

Black flags of Afghanistan mahdi

1g reign and the immortal soul race

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Don't forget my precious locust army

Staff.Manasseh ephraimT.s. fans.

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Biggie smalls da dondada aka king of Saudi arabia

[seedofjoseph]

family portrait

Fandom: Far Cry: New Dawn Relationship(s): Jacob Seed x F!Judge; Polyseed feat. F!Judge Rating: T (teen and up) Words: 450 Warning(s): polyamory; pregnancy

You send your son off to sleep with a kiss on each eyelid. With a sigh as soft as the afternoon breeze, he curls up against Jacob's chest.

"Took him long enough," he whispers, one large hand of his covering the entirety of the toddler's tiny head.

"He has your eyes," you tease. "Always vigilant."

Before he can protest, you turn towards Faith whose eyes fluttered shut before her nephew's. You kiss her lashes, too, thanking her for tiring him out.

"I got the Old Man's eyes," he sunk further into the animal furs. "So did Joseph. And John."

"That's some strong seed," you poke at him again, propping yourself up on an elbow.

"You'd know, angel," he winks, playing your childish game.

"I mean it," you say, serious all of a sudden.

It startles him, but not sufficiently to disturb the slumbering child lying on top of him.

"I think he's yours," your voice is barely audible as you burrow your teeth into his bicep, biting lightly.

"Too handsome," he humors you, snapping his teeth close to your face. "Looks like Jonny when he was a kid," he smiles at the memory and at his nephew (or son). "Ma couldn't stop snappin' pictures of him."

"And now John can't stop painting him," you smile at the thought of your baby's father (or uncle) fretting over you shifting in your seat while posing for the portrait. "I wonder if they have functioning cameras in Prosperity," you speak aloud the thought of travelling outside of New Eden.

"Don't let Joseph hear you say that," he shakes his head.

Faith yawns, wrapping one lazy arm around you. "Don't let Father hear her say what?"

You and Jacob duet as you shush her.

"Oh, he's sleeping?" She speaks against your spine. "Sorry."

"She wants to borrow a cup of sugar from the neighbours," he rises from the cot, heading for the crib.

"A camera," you correct him, getting comfortable in her caress.

"I'm gettin' Jonny away from his paints and we're goin' scavengin'." Jacob's joints pop as he lets go of that small, fragile bundle of flesh and bones in his arm. "Sun's still up. Who knows, maybe we'll get to snap one before it goes down."

"Look out for each other out there," Faith joins their foreheads, stroking his red and silver mane.

"Our babies need all three of their dads," you struggle to stand up in a sitting position as he places his forehead against yours. "Come back to us alive."

"Yes, ma'am," he salutes you as he stands back up and pops his back.

And, as Faith eases you back into her embrace, he smiles down on your belly which grows bigger by the day. Maybe this one will come out looking more like his unpretty self. Or, maybe, he and his brothers would have to mount you a third time.

[adamantiumkitty]

'Oh, my love, don't forsake me

Take what the water gave me

Lay me down

Let the only sound

Be the overflow'

~

Joseph performs the baptisms when he has a favourite.. 👉👈

[turquoise-maiden]

Red Fantasy

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A/N: Long time no see~ it's been ages since I wrote something and just like last time this was a spontaneous idea that I suddenly got at 1 am when I was getting ready for bed. Enjoy~

Word Count: 1K I think

Warnings: Abuse, torture I guess? and more abuse. Also I am on mobile and cannot do the "read more" option so I apologize for the giant block of you are trying to skip this.

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    She walked the room with feather light sound emitting from her feet. Like a ghost in flesh roaming around with purpose. Soft sweets hums filled the room in a faint embrace as she gathered the items required to tend to her bow spread out before her. Sitting on the beaten down couch Ruelle watched Elisha go about her routine. She was in an exceptionally good mood today. Singing that unknown tune again that has become all too familiar by now. Ruelle had tried asking where it was from in the past, but the sight of Elisha’s soft smile fading and her shoulders tensing was a clear indicator the subject was uncomfortable. She had still given her an answer. 

   “The Platters.” was all she said. Short and almost reluctant to share but an answer nonetheless.

    From across the room Elisha sat by the corner table with her legs crossed. Her bow rested on her lap as she coated it’s wooden frame with thin ointment on a cloth. Her humming turned into hushed words. Whispering lyrics only she knew to a rhythm only she heard. Closing her eyes she sighed as she allowed herself to swoon to the memories and feelings. Opening her eyes again she continued with her work and resumed her humming. Glancing from beneath her lashes she arched a brow at Ruelle.

    “How long are you going to stare at me before you ask?” She teased, her voice hoarse yet warm and gentle.

    Ruelle didn’t flinch or coward away at this. The corner of her lips curled upward slowly, a huff of air releasing through her nose. 

    “So you’ve noticed?” She tilted her head down slightly to compliment her raised brows then looked away with belated realization “You’ll humor me?” Her double take made Elisha chuckle nervously.

    “A ‘penny for your thoughts’ if you will.” She braced herself. Ruelle always found a way to surprise her. She wasn’t fond of surprises or direct questions but more often than not they were refreshing. She was betting on that fact that this will be no different. Absentmindedly Elisha puffed her chest in anticipation. Ruelle eyed the floor as she pondered what to ask. She had so many questions, every time she got one answer two more questions would take its place. So very curious she was but Elisha only provided so much at once. She tried to think of a tricky question, something that could have a domino effect, anything at this point really.

    “Ok, how about the story behind how you discovered this Plates group.” She perked.

    Elisha released her breath in a scoff, finally becoming aware she was holding it in, before proceeding to cover her mouth with her hand to hide her smile. Resting her elbow on the edge of the table she turned away and cleared her throat. Tracing her lips with her fingertips she faced Ruelle once more in a composed manner. 

“You mean The Platters?” She corrected.

    Ruelle’s eyes widened slightly at her mistake. Her ears slowly began to burn and her cheeks flushed. Looking down at her hands she smiled sheepishly. 

    “Yes, them. The Platters.” She corrected herself.

    Elisha looked away once more and nibbled at her fingernails in thought. Her mind frantic to find the right words to say. Who was Jacob to her back then? A master, in a teaching sense? Her owner? She only referred to him as a friend when coating his identity every time she would tell a story. Side glancing the woman on the couch she sighed nervously.

Ruelle was patiently waiting for Elisha to gather herself. 

    “Well..” She began after a few moments of silence. “Back when I was in my early twenties. Before the collap-” Catching her mistake mid sentence Elisha closed her eyes for a brief moment. Burrowing her brows she grew irritated with herself for allowing her mind to slip and think of Joseph in that split second. He was gone so he needed to be gone from her mind too. Ruelle always thought she was being too hard on herself for this. She watched her glare out the window in silence. Blinking several times Elisha shook her head and continued. 

    “Before the bombs fell, I was a cop and I encountered this.. Gang.” Grabbing her bow she rearranged its position on her lap to continue coating it. Inwardly smiling at the twisted reality her story was taking. “During one of the many encounters with this group I was kidnapped by the leader who then caged me like a dog and proceeded to starve me all the while exposed to the harsh seasonal weather.” She stated nonchalantly. 

    Ruelle’s eyes widened in horror. She had only asked about a music group. She had expected a broken love story or a childhood memory but not this. Instinctively covering her mouth she curled into the couch but continued to listen with eager.

    “With his gang it was a matter of join or die.” Setting the bow to the side to dry she continued on with the set of three newly made arrows. They still needed the feathers to be applied at the end. 

“But if he saw potential in you, he’d do everything in his power to change your mind. He didn’t mind if you died in the process though, it was always survival of the fittest with him.” Gathering the iconic set of owl feathers she uses she brought them closer to her so that she could start fletching. 

“He was very enthusiastic about all of this. Very well informed too, almost too informed. He relied on traditional conditioning.” Pausing once more she peeks another glance at Ruelle who looked like a child listening to scary stories by the campfire. “Ever heard of that?” She smirked not so much at her but at the irony of the situation. How he had once asked her the same thing with that gleam in his eyes. She sighed inwardly at the memory.

Ruelle nodded stiffly “It’s what’s used to trains dogs or any animal for that matter.” She said with caution in her voice. Almost too afraid to be right and trigger something at the same time.

“He just… Saw you all as animals.” She stated. “And people followed that?” She narrowed her eyes in disgust, inwardly cringing as Elisha simply nodded at her. She had assumed many things about Elisha’s past but this was surely not part of it. She said it was survival of the fittest and yet she was the only one around to tell this story. Ruelle straightened her back as she looked at the woman before her with a renowned perspective. Survival of the fittest and there she sat before her still young and strong; a true survivor. 

“Now to get to the point of your question. He always, and I mean always, had the same song playing over and over. It was his favorite.” Holding the last arrow between her fingers she turned it to examine her work. “It was-”

“It was by The Platters.” Ruelle whispered in shock. She remained still on her spot like a deer in headlights, but her mind began racing. Wondering why she would humor the memory by singing the same song he did. Why did she seem so happy singing it. Just why.

Elisha chuckled as she watched Ruelle spiral down into her mind. “Not the story you were hoping for?” She mocked knowing full well she left several things unexplained. “Don’t worry, the story has a happy ending.” She stated as she began to string up the bow. “I killed him, took everything that defined him-” Finishing the last end she stood straight and looked down at Ruelle with confidence now that wasn’t there before “And I made it my own.”

Grabbing her quiver and bow she made her way to the door. “Come, we better get going.” Standing by the doorway she looked over her shoulder and watched Ruelle scurry to get her things. Smiling softly she pondered for the first time if telling her the truth was an option. Could she handled it? 

[pande-monty-um]

I'm pretty sure this has been done before but I wanted to make my own version.

[flare-queen]

Deputy, Seeds and Babies.

[sunshine-gumdrop]

Another rendition of the judge and jacob!

[garden-of-seeden]

Love

(Jacob x Reader)

Inspired by all the love ‘Home’ got, May I present you the sequel!

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You woke to the soft pitter patter of feet at your bedroom door. You gently prodded at Jacob who had you close to his body.

“Honey...” Nothing came from the man, except for a small grunt. “Honey, Jacob, they’re up...”

He cracked open a eye that twinkled with a prankish glint, and then pushed you out of bed.

A yelp of surprise came out of you as you fell to the floor, “What was that for?!”

He grinned as he moved to get up, “Waking me up.”

You promptly threw a pillow at him, letting out a small huff. He in return let out a chuckle as he grabbed clothes out of the dresser next to the bed. You got up and dusted non existent dirt off and while walking past you with his clothes Jacob gave you a kiss on the cheek.

You took a pair of jeans and one of Jacob’s shirts out and threw them on. You then headed out to the kitchen where you found your twins happily munching on cereal.

“Luna where does the milk go?” You questioned picking up the milk jug off the counter.

She stood up and grabbed the jug struggling with its weight she muttered, “The fridge, Ma. I’ll put it up...”

Gently stopping her you took the jug, “I’ll do that.” She happily gave the jug over and went back to her chair and continued with her cereal.

“How my two little wolves today?” You smiled as Jacob came from behind the twins and ruffled their hair.

You put the jug up in the fridge as Luna answered her dad, “Great! Ash almost said a word this morning!”

Your eyes softened as you looked at the trio. Ash had thyroid cancer when he was little and during surgery they damaged some nerve, then after that he couldn’t speak. You and Jacob tried to explain this to Luna, but she wouldn’t budge. She was determined to get her brother to talk.

Ash beamed a smile at Luna as they spoke in the only language he could speak, sign language. You smiled fixing yourself a mug of coffee as you watched your two children interact.

You let out a content remembering the day you gave birth.

Your water broke in the middle of Jacob training the future soldiers of the cult. He had brought you there because you were almost due and he didn’t want anything bad to happen when he wasn’t around.

He kept calm infront of the soldiers but when you two made it to the infirmary room, you could tell he was nervous.

You softly put your hand on his shoulder, looked into his eyes and reassured him, “Jacob, everything’s gonna be okay. We’re going to have this baby, we’re gonna bring them home, and everything will be okay.”

Then everything went fuzzy as the contractions started. Pain after pain. Pushing out the bundle of joy that was Luna. You could only remember Jacob’s face as you squeezed his hand during it all. The doctor looked back in between your legs again and told you keep pushing, you did it without question.

Jacob instantly wasn’t overjoyed, “What do you mean keep pushing?! “

The doctor kept his focus on his task, “Twins.”

And after everything, Jacob held two bundles of fiery red hair, Luna and Ash. He relaxed, and softly rocked them as you laid there watching him. “They have your eyes.” He lovingly whispered looking up at you.

You could tell that he soften considerably after that. Around the home he did at least. He just got 2x harsher with soldiers, after he realized that he was training the soldiers that would one day protect his children out in the world.

“Got to go now.” Jacob said tearing the kids off of him, “Dad has to go work.”

“Can’t we go Dad?” Ash signed.

Jacob looked at you. You both knew that The Veteran’s Center wasn’t a place for children. Too much violence, too much blood, too much that could go wrong.

You sighed and leaned against the counter, “Maybe next time kids.”

“Can we go see uncle John?” Ash signed hopefully.

“No, you both remember what happened last time.” Jacob said. You both knew John wasn’t over it.

“Uncle John! Look! I made dress!” Luna held out a cut up version of one of John shirts that almost resembled a dress. Then right behind her Ash walked in with one pair of his sunglasses, broken sunglasses.

“700$ down the drain.” John muttered blankly from shock.

“Let’s do that tomorrow.” You said still remembering how John restrained himself from throwing hands with 7 year-olds.

“But moooom! You say that all the time!” Luna whined.

“Listen to your mom Luna.” Jacob said sternly, then soften and crouched down, “Tell you two what, I gonna bring you two a surprise when I get home.”

Ash smiled and Luna gasped, “Really?”

Jacob smiled, “Only if you two behave yourselves. That means no fighting, no making huge messes. Luna, that also means no climbing up the side of the house, you almost put your mom in the grave last time.”

“But dad! Ash dared-”

“No buts.” Jacob looked at the now glum kids, “Understood?”

“Yes dad.”

With that Jacob kissed the tops of their heads then your cheek and left.

The rest of the day was pretty normal, the kids watched a cartoon about Eden’s Gate, courtesy of John’s funding, and you cleaned with the help of one of the guards.

You made sandwiches for lunch and you all ate them outside. Sadly Luna’s was snatched by a hungry bird. She cried and then quieted down to sniffles as you gave her another one.

Then later on Luna and Ash played in the treehouse that Jacob built a few months ago. While you listened to the radio, watching them.

Later in the evening Jacob came back, Ash basically dragged him into the house when he got one foot inside.

“Dad! We were really good, we didn’t doing anything wrong at all!” Luna beamed proud of her report on the day.

Jacob looked at you and raised an eyebrow, questioning. You simply nodded in response.

“Well I suppose since you two were good today, I give you the surprise.” He looked to the front door and ordered to the men outside, “Bring him in!”

A soldier walked in holding a furry white ball with a red cross on its forhead.

“A puppy!” Luna squealed.

Ash practically vibrated with excitement held out his arms as the Judge puppy was placed in them. They both immediately began fawning over it.

Jacob walked up to you and held you close, while you both watched your children, enjoying the moment.

When the sun was replaced in the sky with the moon you and Jacob both laid your children down in their beds. The fluffy white Judge joined of course.

“Can we call him Rook?” Luna asked Jacob, “Like after Uncle Joseph’s bodyguard?”

Jacob considered this and answered, “Well since he is going to be your own bodyguard, then yes.”

You sat there listening, tucking in Ash. Then Rook jumped up and sat there looking at you.

“You want under the covers Rook?” You asked, lifting the blankets.

Rook delved underneath and popped his head up and laid it on Ash’s armpit.

You giggled and tucked both Ash and Rook in.

You kissed both of the children’s forhead and left for your own room with Jacob close behind you. You reach your door and opened it and stepped in.

Jacob grabbed at your waist and hummed your wedding song while nipping at your neck. Then settled for kisses as he softly swayed you both to his humming.

“Only you can make this change in me.” He turned you around.

“For it's true, you are my destiny.” You laid your head on his chest and closed your eyes.

“When you hold my hand I understand the magic that you do.” His hands rested on your hips, slow dancing in your bedroom.

“You're my dream come true, my one and only you.” You both stopped dancing gradually and held on to each other.

“MOM! Ash won’t stop looking at me!” You sighed.

Jacob chuckled and kissed you. “Go, I’ll still be here when you get back.” He said releasing you.

“Love you.” You said softly, making your way to the door.

You heard Jacob’s gruff voice behind you, “Love you too.”

[s-veronnie]

Meet the pack, Peaches ~