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Okay but what If Boomer was actually an old farm horse that Sharky absolutely falls in love with?! I can’t stop thinking about that 

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Иаков Сид во времена проведения военных действий в Ираке.

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AHAHAHAHA, SO…

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OMG, I can't believe my eyes... I finished it! Wow! Yay!!

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the Seed family at a doctors office waiting room:

Joseph: *waiting patiently, hands folded in his lap, quietly, smiling at other people calmly not realising he is freaking them out*

Jacob: *leaning forward, hands on his knees, sniffing and grunting and fidgeting*

John: *leaned back, legs masterfully crossed to appear cool and collected, occasionally checking his watch and winking at the receptionist (of any gender)*

Faith: *twirling around the room, irritating the other adults waiting, touching things and humming loudly*

Joseph, patting the open seat next to him: Come sit, child.

Faith, still smiling and humming: no, im ok!

Jacob: *grunts* will you just sit down?

John: Just let her, she's not bothering anyone.

Somebody else waiting: *huffs and scoffs*

Jacob, glaring: consider yourself lucky that youre in a doctors office already

John, laughing: Praise be!

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Cull the herd.

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I GOT OUT OF ARTBLOCK

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Ripen, Peaches ~

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I'm at the part I always feel bad for

And despite feeling bad this character still makes me absolutely feral lol

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Ok like , on the apocalipse at the bunker, would she have kids with any of the brothers ? (I will put “the brothers” but if you want to focus on only Jacob go ahead🤭)

And if she did had kids , would it be willingly? Would she try to hide it? Can she even get pregnant ? Does she like kids at all?

Hope it's okay to ask—I love Far Cry 5 and the Deputy's lore. It's so rare to find content online! I also adore your style; your art is so pretty😭🤍

I don't have any thoughts about pregnancy in general (no particular reason, I'm just not interested), but there were some very interesting points I think. Since each Seed brothers has their own thoughts in terms of family 🤔

Anyway, bunkers are one of the worst places to raise a child, so I doubt she ever wanted to get pregnant. Although if they were close to leaving the bunker, or had already left, I think their situation would be a lil bit different...

Thank you for the ask! ☺️

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Yes "CONSIDER ME BACK" and i just come here once in a while to write and yap on random things about my oc(s Rip Astrid) and not even dropping any new art, that’s the life i choose to live unfortunately

Joking of course because it’s not like i didn’t came here once or twice a day to check the Jacob # like an ex in denial

Also yes I’m still writing the thing to reintroduce Eric but I’m SLOW AS FUCK so please forgive me

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Okay THAT fic was amazing !

And of course it made me think of one of my aus… idk is it bad if it made me think about my own oc even if i love everyone’s ocs because yall makes so cool ocs ?!?!!

But yeah it made me though about my old/new dawn au technically 2 and at the part i like to keep locked, the bunker (yeah because even if i love my old men, the bunker part was HELL) because technically in that au it’s Eric who dragged Jacob into a bunker while he was supposed to die so it completely became a sort of hell because both of them ? With their mentalities in a bunker ???

Like the months/years passed and it became this thing oh both wanting to end it but at the same time continuing for the other but also thinking about killing the other to save him like it was a whole MESS. Like Eric feeling guilty asf because he forced Jacob to live, forcing him to persist his life in a bunker just because he thought he was weak and grew to think that without his protection, he was nothing so he kept him alive but even that he started to doubt like should he kill himself out of guilt ? Continue ? Kill Jacob to save him from this life ?! All that while he ate less and Jacob kept counting how many food they have left because do he really want to continue ? Is scared to redo a Miller or that Eric would have to do it ?

And all that without forgetting that he’s trapped with someone who has feelings with him that aren’t shared or weren’t share or what even is going on ?! (They already rarely had sex to so do they even fuck ?!)

So yes, my old/nd aus have obviously that bunker part that this amazing fic just reminded me off (of course i don’t have those amazing writing skills so never expect something on it pop lol)

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Your face is up against mine, and I'm too terrified to speak

This text was made for @saynogrumpy with love! It features Jacob and saynogrumpy's Rook in their Bunker AU.

Tags: alcohol, NSFW, dubcon, maybe hurt/comfort, power play.

"...Fuckin' hell," Jacob muttered to himself, staring at a half-finished glass of some moonshine in his grip. Dutch made some good shit. It never failed him when Jacob needed a distraction from... thoughts. It was almost a shame he had to kill the bastard. 

He raised his head to check on the Rook. Wasn't like he cared, just... 

She barely had half of what he had by now. Still, she already looked messier than usual. Her cheeks were blushed, her eyes were watery (God, again? Were they ever dry?), and she stared down as if the floor could answer her questions. 

"If you can't drink, don't drink, then. Wastin' the stash." 

She blinked away her barely-there tears and looked up, meeting his gaze with her always-present confusion. He could guess her reaction before she'd even react: she'd stare at him for a long second before looking away and apologizing. 

"...Sorry." 

Right on time. Almost not as irritating as usual, just because by now it was even amusing. He watched her put the glass away before he finished his own with a loud gulp and grunted, his nose squinting from the taste. 

"Sorry, my ass. Your old man never taught you to drink?" He asked. After a moment, he added, "prob'ly was too busy being dead." 

Her face twitched. It was barely there, but Jacob noticed. This spark of hurt mixed with... what? Anger, maybe? By now, he knew her well enough to see behind her tear-filled face. And hell, besides finding new ways of killing himself or drinking, it was keeping him entertained, trying to push her buttons. Maybe one day she'd finally snap back. 

"That's... rude," she muttered under her nose, once again looking away. "I've almost never seen him drinking, anyway..." She picked at her grazed nails, keeping herself grounded. A mix of nostalgia and sadness filled her up to the brink. "And my mom, too..." 

"And then you moved to Montana. Should've chosen the yellow brick road instead," he mocked, huffing at his own joke. "Ended up in this hellhole. S'what you get for bein' dumb." 

"M'not-" Jacob perked up, almost hearing the irritation in her tone once she started to speak, but she quickly scolded her expression back to that annoying-kicked-puppy-like one. "I'm not... dumb..." 

She stood up, turning away. She was scared, wasn't she? Even if she didn't want to admit it. Even after all this time, even with the alcohol in her blood, she was too scared to put some boundaries, to stop this nonsense... Dorothy looked down at her hands, noticing these fingers shaking. She took an uncertain step forward, away from Jacob, but his voice cut through, stopping her. 

"I did not allow you to leave yet." 

Here was this tone again. The controlling one. Even when he was, or pretended to be, loose and relaxed. Somehow, he always managed to trick her into thinking that he was finally letting go of the past. Was it even possible, though? To... let go? 

"You ain't get to play a coward anymore," she heard him standing up, his shadow looming over her. Once again, she felt caged and under his control. She could feel a vein pulsing in her temple as she thought, again and again, how stupid she was for letting her guard down in front of him. Dumb. He was right: she was dumb. 

"Look at me," he demanded, stepping closer. "You forgot the drill already?" 

As she turned around, Jacob couldn't help but notice her trembling. He hated it about her: the way she obeyed, ready to face the scariest things face-on, and yet acted like the weakest thing on Earth. How could someone like her even manage to survive his world? She should've broken and died a long fuckin' time ago. 

"You must've forgotten," he stepped closer. Sometimes he wondered if he even had to do it anymore. Maybe it was just a habit. Maybe he could allow himself to relax by now... like she did. But then again, she was weak. And Jacob didn't have this luxury. "I ain't your friend. Not after what you've done." He took another step closer, watching her squirm and try to look even smaller. 

Dorothy stared down at their feet, barely breathing. She could feel something in her throat making her choke on her tears, which by now barely came out of her eyes. Once again, a heavy weight on her shoulders made her stagger. Was it guilt she felt right now? Because yes, it was her fault. And no matter how hard she tried, she was never able to help Jacob, to fix it, to... 

"I said: look at me." 

His hand grabbed her chin, forcing her face up. He always managed to sound both calm and angry. And... it was scarier than just anger. It was more controlled and calculated. More profound. 

"You're weak. Even now. Could've sliced my throat while I was asleep. Had so many chances to put me down. But no. You still pretend..." His grip tightened, making her breathe loudly through her nose. Her own hands came up to wrap around his wrist. "...To what? To be kind? Generous?" He huffed. "Once I'm dead, you'll have to face all the shit you did while playing a hero." He shook her once. "You just don't wanna deal with it alone." 

She swallowed the knot in her throat, finally meeting his gaze. He didn't look angry, not really. His eyes were a bit glossy from the moonshine. But she couldn't quite catch what was going on in his head right now. Still, she whispered: 

"N-neither do you." 

She expected him to snap at her like he did so many times before when she said something like this. But instead, Jacob's lips twitched into a short smirk. His free hand grabbed her waist and shoved her closer. Before she could react, he kissed her. 

The bitter taste of the moonshine they were drinking mixed with saliva, matching their kiss. It didn't feel like something good. It felt as bitter as the drink itself, and Dorothy's cheeks got hot once again. 

Jacob wasn't gentle. Was he ever, though? He bit his way into her mouth, his teeth hurting her lips and making her gasp into the kiss. He let go of her chin, instead grabbing a fistful of her hair and forcing her head up and aside for his own comfort. 

Was it ever about hers? 

But... he wasn't hurting her, not really. Right? And he probably needed it... And... 

Her arms worked on their own, coming up to wrap around his neck. He was warm and steady against her, his presence swallowing hers fully, almost making her insignificant in front of his own thoughts and feelings. 

She didn't try to fight when he manhandled her onto the cot. She didn't even push away, still holding onto him as if it made perfect sense. As if it was something right to do for them. 

Jacob's lips slipped lower, breaking the kiss, making her gasp for air. He grazed her chin before finding her neck. His breathing was hot against her skin, making her shiver. A wave of a too-quick-to-come arousal hit her, her body responding almost on its own, right the way he'd want her to. 

When he bit into her neck, she whined quietly, her teeth grinding together. Jacob huffed, licking his way lower, his hands already slipping under her shirt. His touch wasn't gentle or loving. He grabbed a handful of her breast, squeezing it tightly, making her squirm from something between pain and pleasure. 

He shoved her shirt up, and Dorothy obediently pulled it over her head, letting it hit the floor next to the cot. His beard scratched against the gentle skin of her chest as he loomed over her, biting into the softness of one of her breasts. 

Once Dorothy arched, letting out another pathetic whine of hers, Jacob used this moment to tug down her loose shorts, right with her underwear. Her legs kicked the clothes down until she was free of them, bared underneath his weight. 

He came up again, trailing his way back to her lips until they kissed. She felt his hands slipping between them. He worked on his own pants, quickly shoving them down to his thighs. Against her better judgement, Dorothy gasped as soon as she felt his hardness pressing against her thigh. She realized only now: they were... they were going to... 

He didn't give her any time to think it through or to do anything about it. Grabbing her by the sides of her knees, he spread her legs for himself and ground himself against her. 

Panting from his own arousal, Jacob wrapped a palm around his shaft to guide it into her body. Her slit was already wet, and it helped him slide inside with little to no issue. But still, as he bottomed out into her body with a grunt, she arched and gasped, her face squinting with pain. 

"Hurts?" He asked gruffly in her face. 

Didn't take her a second to nod, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. He hated the way he felt almost guilty for it. 

"Good." 

After saying that, he pulled back almost fully. Then, he slammed back into her body, and it made her either moan or gasp from the mixture of pleasure and pain. 

He told himself he didn't care about her pleasure. She was weak. And he took what he wanted. 

His hips moved fast against hers. The wet, wanton sounds of him taking her were followed by her little mewls. He growled into her neck, biting it once again, this time to keep himself from falling apart too fast. 

Still, despite himself, he blindly found her wrist and grabbed it, shoving her hand between them. 

"Go on," he rasped, his movements stuttering slightly. "Touch yourself." 

And she did. Her fingers parted the wet folds as she touched the swollen clit, hissing from the sensations. It felt good. It was probably wrong, but... 

Feeling his climax approaching, Jacob slammed into her a few more times. Then, he pulled out of her and wrapped his palm around his cock, giving himself some rough strokes. He came right on her thigh, his face buried in the pillow next to her shoulder. 

They stayed like that for a long moment. He didn't bother to check if she finished. Her hand, plastered between her legs, slowly peeled off, falling next to her hip. 

Finally, Jacob pulled himself away and up into a sitting position. He didn't look at her. Fixing his clothes efficiently, he noticed her unfinished glass of moonshine and reached for it. 

"Told you not to waste our good shit," he grunted, tilting his head and draining the glass. 

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Okay, people, you have already seen the three horsemen of the gay, gay and gay, and now it is finally time for the fourth horseman of HOMOSEXUAL

In this post, I will highlight the changes that I have introduced to the original game models and textures (obviously, the rendering done in-game does them more justice than my approximations of the vanilla appearance).

First and foremost, the HEIGHTS. Everyone and their mother knows that almost everyone in FC5 is of the same height (model-wise), which has been troubling me since the beginning of time. Therefore, I decided to restore Jacob's God-given ~193 cm. Staci was left at the base model's original ~178 cm (I would probably scale him to that height anyway).

I guess (???) it should also be noted that the characters (fortunately) don't have any genitalia (neither in-game nor in my "artistic" interpretation), and the disco balls are just there to hide the weird skin bulges from the original models.

Ubisoft decided to leave a huge-ass seam between ma boi's head and body, as well as a pretty visible difference in the neck/chest skin tones. I have added eyebrows as well as armpit/arm/leg hair + peach fuzz (that is hard to see in this particular image), and a happy trail (that is originally faintly painted on the texture). I made the skin tone slightly darker, added an additional normal map to make the skin more wrinkly (you can see it better in the close-up images linked below), and added a bunch of beauty marks (as if he was not beautiful enough lol). And of course, the cornerstone of the whole transformation: the scar that reads Jacob.

Now, for Jacob, the color difference between the neck and body was even worse; his face/neck area had a lot of white spots that were not present on his body. So I mimicked the same spotted pattern over his whole body and changed the texture of the skin to add more wrinkles and get a leather feel. I also tried to move away from the idea that he has scars all over his body and stuck to the in-game head/face/arm scars/marks. As you can see, I tried to make the man a bit (hehe) more bushy, gave him peach fuzz + actual eyebrows. I manipulated his normal texture to make sure his muscles pop out more. And last but certainly not least, blessed him with the Staci carving.

And here's the absolute chaos of Jacob's skin node setup (please don't judge, I am bad at grouping T.T).

Oh, and let's not forget the belly buttons!!! The original models didn't have any, so I went ahead and gave both lads "proper" navels.

You are welcome to be amazed by their past and present beauty in these high-resolution images.

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4D Jacob

Ortographic projection:

Perspective Projection:

Okay, people, you already know the drill; feel free to use these as a reference (the world needs you to draw more hot Jacobs!!!!!!) or just for staring respectfully (more lies). A link to an ultra-high-resolution version of the orthographic projection.

A link to an ultra-high-resolution version of the perspective projection.

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