#jacob seed x the judge

[sunshine-gumdrop]

Another rendition of the judge and jacob!

[pande-monty-um]

Let sleeping wolves lie, Jacob

[flare-queen]

Deputy with her Chibi Seeds

[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! 😉

[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.

[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.

[chubbysciencenerd]

Runaway Pet Fem!reader x JacobSeed

dubcon, pet dynamic, dirty talk (slight), orgasm denial, slight Stockholm syndrome towards the end idfk and if you don't like it then simply don't read it.

(NOT PROOF READ BEEN REAL BUSY LATELY BUT I HAVE SO MANY INEADS FOR STORIES IN A GOOGLE DOC DW)

You have remained captured by Jacob at his compound for just under 3 weeks now, he would bring over your radio and hold it just out of reach forcing you to listen to your friends asking you for help thinking that you're hiding as if this was all too much, you wanted them to know that wasn't the case but you couldn't. Until today, you woke up in the stupid cage he kept you in, it was inside the veterans center and inside he office at the foot of his bed. You felt like he was keeping you like a damn pet. You look and right at the front of your cage you see your radio and a piece of paper, you quickly grab both, the paper had writing on it. Don’t say anything I wouldn’t like pup, I'm listening. You immediately talk into the radio after reading the note. “Hello?..” Sharky answers almost immediately, “Deputy! Where the hell have you been?” You tear up a little as you smile knowing he was okay, “I'm being kept at Jacobs compound, Is everyone alright?” Sharky barley let you finish speaking before he responded. “Jacob Seed? Everyones okay, I can get everyone together! We can come get you, we need you bro.. Johns going… A little Crazy.” You chuckle softly, as if John wasn't crazy already. “No no, no one is to even try to come get me. It wont end well. Sharky Listen carefully, you need to tell Hudson that she's in charge now and I need you and everyone else to help her and treat her with the same respect you treat me with okay? Just until I’m out of here.” It was quiet for a minute before Sharky finally responded. “Broskie are you sure?” You smile softly responding with a simple “Positive” Jacob enters the room and gives you a soft yet wicked smirk. You look up at him nervously as you speak into the radio one last time, “Sharky, I have to go. Tell everyone to stay strong.” 

Jacob squats in front of the cage and holds his hand out, “Times up pup.” You hand him the radio hesitantly, he grabs your wrist tightly grabbing the radio with his free hand. “You smell like shit pup, I'm going to let you take a shower but there's no saying what I'll do if you disobey me. Got it?” You nod shakily, fuck.. This was probably your only chance for a while. He lets go and you snatch your hand back into the cage as he starts to unlock your cage which was more like a damn kennel for a dog, he steps to the side as you nervously crawl out standing with weak legs. He had a good feeling you couldn't run even if you wanted to. He walks over to the fridge in his office and grabs an apple and a water bottle from it and hands it to you. “For strength.” You7 take them hastily, taking a bite of the apple first and opening the water bottle drinking only about half of it, you were too smart to chug it all away. It was so nice to not eat and drink out of a bowl like a damn judge. You continue to eat the apple as he goes to a box he had brought in a couple of days ago. He pulled out 2 little travel size bottles of soap, body wash and shampoo. He sets them on the dresser before pulling out fresh clothes from the box for the deputy. After grabbing the bottles and setting them on the clothes he walks over setting the pile on the top of your cage as he lets you finish your apple. Soon enough you were practically eating the core before he rips it from you, “Did you know.. Apple seeds contain cyanide?” He chuckles before throwing away the core. “It would take around 200 apple seeds to kill someone. Just a little fact” You finish the water before grabbing the f/resh clothes and bottles. He grabs your arm roughly and starts walking you out of his office and to the nearest bathroom with a shower. “No fooling around. Let me know when you're in the shower.”

He closes the door staying inside the bathroom with you, the man was decent enough to turn around so you can strip and enter the shower. You are quick to remove your clothes and get in the shower, You mutter out a soft “Im in..” before turning on the water. Jacob turned to look at the shower to make sure you didn't try anything stupid. “Why do you have to be in here?” You ask awkwardly before putting some of the body wash on a rag that was in there. As you start to wash yourself you felt, Free.. Even though you weren't, not yet. Instead of answering he hums softly. You continue your shower and almost timed perfectly as you are rinsing the shampoo out of your hair you hear yelling and gunfire outside. “Don’t leave this room.” He growls rushing out of the bathroom grabbing his guns on the way out to see what the hell was going on. You turn off the water and quickly get dressed and start to slip your way through the veterans center and out the back without being noticed. Or so you think. You find some stuff stacked near the wall and use it to hop the fence in the back. And as soon as you hit the ground you start running like your life depends on it, once you look back you see Jacob running after you. Fuck! How did he see me? Im so fucking dead.. When you glance back a second time you see he's gaining on you, right as you start to look back there was a loose tree root that you trip over. As you try to get up you feel his weight crushing you back into the forest floor. His knee digs into your back and you hear his heavy panting as he leans over to whisper in your ear. “Pets who run away deserve a punishment.” 

As he finished speaking he moved his knees to be on either side of you, pinning you down before grabbing the waist of the shorts he gave you and ripping them down to your knees followed by the cheap panties. His rough and calloused hands grab your hips harshly before pulling your ass up and in the air. Soft pleas and whimpers escape your lips, “I wont do it again, Please!” You try everything but he doesn't give up. Your heart sinks to your stomach as you hear him fumbling with his belt and jeans and before you know it his thick head is pushing against your entrance. “If you ever think about running away again, remember this day.”  He whispers in your ear before harshly biting your neck drawing blood as he rams his full length into you harshly pulling out and quickly thrusting back in, absolutely rutting against you like a starved animal. He pounds away at your aching core as he pulls his teeth from your neck and licking along the bite soothing it before biting almost harder on the other side of you neck, you yelp in a mixture of pain and pleasure. You felt like he was splitting you open with every thrust of his cock, it was so thick and lengthy you wanted to hate it but.. You couldn't. He grabs your hair and harshly yanks your head back before growling in your ear, “I want to hear you pup.” A mixture of whimpers and moans start spilling out of your lips and he starts going back to kissing and sucking on your neck now only leaving small almost teaseful bites. He sees your hand snake between your legs and he quickly stops after one specifically hard thrust. He grabs both of your arms roughly and brings them behind your back holding them there. “Bad pets don't get to cum”

He starts rutting into you again groans escaping his own lips as he feels his limit coming, “Im gonna fucking breed you, marking you isnt enough.” He chuckles with a low voice before leaning over you and whispering in your ear again. “I'm gonna fill you up to the damn brim so you can have my pups.” You feel him smile against your neck before biting it harshly again causing blood to trickle down your neck as his hips stutter before coming to a stop, you felt so full and almost like he truly owned you now. He draws out of you painfully slowly and you gasp as  the emptiness, you felt like a part of you was missing. You look back and see Jacob tucking himself back into his pants before helping you up carefully holding you against him so he can pull your panties and shorts back up, He didn't need his soldiers to see what was his. You look at him with lost eyes trying to understand why you felt like this with one of the goddamn seed brothers. He chuckles at the priceless look on your face before picking you up bridal style. “You okay pup? I know that was rough but like I said, bad pets need to be punished.” You look up at him with a quivering lip as you rest your head against his shoulder, just because you were bad didnt mean he was the worst fucking guy he was still going to provide a little aftercare, that shit is important especially if he wants you to trust him. He starts to walk with you back to the veterans center as he softly hums Only You. Jacob had kept you in his office for a reason, He wanted you, and now.. He claimed you. You avoid the gazes of soldiers as he carries you back inside. 

He sets you on his bed before leaving, he comes back with a wet and warm washcloth, “Take off your shorts..” You look at him and weakly take off your shorts, he starts on your inner thighs wiping off whatever mess there was before sliding your panties to the side and cleaning up the main mess, his seed was leaking out of you and it made his cock stiffen in his pants causing him to growl under his breath. You weren't in the right state for anything more at the moment, He continues to clean you up before placing your panties back, for such a rough man right now his touch was soft, gentle and slow.. He was being weirdly comforting.. You wanted to hate it but still, you couldn't help but absolutely love it. It was the man you didn't love but he was destined to change that. “What do you need right now pup?” He asks, his voice weirdly soft. You can get yourself to speak still honestly in a bit of shock, He sighs laying on his bed next to you. Before your mind can even react your body starts to cuddle with him, hitching your leg up over his and your arm laying over his stomach as you rest your head softly on his chest. He softly strokes your hair crying to comfort you after that intense scene. He wanted you to love him, not hate him. With you being exhausted the last things you hear before drifting off to sleep are, “I'll make you love me pup.”

Im begging for criticism on my writing, please let me know what would make it better for you guys. Love you all and thanks so much for reading!

[yeyinde]

Hi! Hope you're doing well. I just have to say that you're my favorite writer and a huge inspiration to me. Everything you write, even the small little snippets, just make me so happy.

Are you by chance still doing the WIP snippets? Cause I go feral for Jacob Seed, and when I saw you had a WIP for him I can honestly say I almost fell out of my chair.

Hiya! This is so sweet!! Thank you so much 🖤😭

Jacob Seed is one of those characters who I'd very much like to chisel open. He's so intriguing. His ideologies are so unfounded but his conviction and his reasons for them are what I find really appealing.

This is quite a deviation from what I normally do—third person, technically no reader-insert (I kindaaaaa made an OC? Oops) a bit darker (dragging me back to my slasher roots), and pulls a lot from a pseudo-religious upbringing. It is really fun to write, in theory, but is one of those fics that is mentally taxing in the sense that every piece is part of a bigger picture. Despite that, though, I could probably talk about this fic more than any others because of all the weird influences it draws from—Siken (it was originally gonna be titled war of the foxes but I felt that was a little too on the nose so I changed it to wishbone which is even more on the nose), bible mythology (in particular, the warring interpretations of Abaddon, iyjyk but also??? Abaddon and Michael, though???? 👀), and um. Cult shenanigans.

Here is a little bit about it!

He's in her head now, a sickness polluting her grey matter until it's shaded the same colour as the burning auburn around his wicked mouth. The one that splits wide, and croons about her failures, her destiny, until the rasping slur of his words are skeined tight around her gyri. Festering like a cancer she can't clove. One that sounds more like a truism each time she hears it.

Jacob has his finger on the trigger of a loaded gun with the barrel pressed tight to her cerebellum. A tool, he said. One without a master. Until now. Until him.

She can't fight him. Can't get rid of him. 

She wonders if she ever even tried.

And for some Rook x Jacob (kinda sorta but in a weird and twisted way):

Jacob doesn't give an inch even with the barrel of her Whitetailer pointed at his heart. A beat, then, where the world around her seems to shiver at the smirk he sends her way, his own hand fixed, deadly and calm, on the butt of his garish rifle. Red. 

(Of course. Of course.)

He stands on his tower, a castle of rock in the middle of the Whitetail Mountains, surrounded by unfathomable wilderness, and the broken remnants of his wolf beacons, his fallen men. His Judges. 

They lay by her feet, discarded offerings to the man who vultured her sense of self, her agency, until the person she was before all of this was lost, collateral to a war she never agreed to. She feels it sometimes, the putrefying remains of idealism and hope clawing at her skull until the tissue shreds and bleeds. Feels it like a second degree burn, a scab she can't stop picking at, and then pushes it back into its sarcophagus. It's an effigial prison in which she's both a warden and cellmate. 

It rears, now, as her patent yellow boots sink into the ribcage of a man torn to shreds by her bullets, her fists, mourning the loss of who it once was—a person of empathy and compassion. Someone who would have recoiled at the sight of viscera staining her laces, bone crunching under the soles of her feet. 

But it's gone. All she feels is annoyance. Disgust. 

They rendered it out of her. All of them pulling and tugging until bits of herself ripped apart, left behind in their regions, in their hands. Faith holds her belief. John, her compassion. Joseph, her fear. And Jacob—

Well. 

She tries not to think about what she lost in his cages. The gaping hole where her humanity once sat is heavier now that it's empty. 

It doesn't matter. Not anymore. 

Everything has been culminating to this point. To this moment. She feels the weight of it, the truth, in her bones. Unlike John, unlike Faith, only one of them will walk away from this still breathing. Her fingers tense. A proxysm. 

She finds, as the sky fades back to an endless blue and the mournful call of a loon breaks through the coppice, that she isn't entirely sure she wants it to be her. 

"Everything, all of it, has been leading up to this moment," he calls down to her, answering the unspoken assertions that bounce around the bruised fibres of her head. Hunt. Kill. Sacrifice. She gets it. She hates that she does. Hates him, she thinks, even more for making her see, for turning her into his executioner so easily. "So, Deputy, what will you do?"

If it were Faith, there'd be something about the path. About choices. About submission and surrender. Giving up agency and self in the single-minded pursuit of devotion to the Father. John, maybe a taunt. A sotto voce about atonement and true self. Of life admit the torture. A baptism in pain. 

But Jacob is neither of them. 

"Are you gonna kill me, angel?" 

She thinks about it. Really does. Lets it grind down into her synapses as she imagines a world without him. A place in Hope County where they celebrate his death and burn his body on an altar, unwilling to let the cult take him back until he's charred bones and ashes. Sure, then, that he's gone. Forever. Always. No more. 

Jacob will burn. 

She thinks about it, and she shudders. 

It feels anticlimactic despite the effort he put into setting it all up. Moving beacons and men and cages and wolves. Tracking her down through the forest until she led them to the Wolf's Den, and put a bullet in the head of the only man who made her feel some sense of footing amid a crumbling world. A place that wasn't quite home but it was something. Purpose, maybe. 

It stands in sharp contrast to the dogfight between them. Jacob and his soldiers. A commander playing a game of war from the comfort of his sanctuary. They're gone, now, and she hates that she isn't, too. That no matter what she does, how open she leaves herself, he still lets her sneak up the side of his perch until she's crouched behind a log, until she can hear the weight of his footfalls as he searches for her across the blood smeared landscape. 

It's a fallacy. He knows where she is despite the engineered confusion in his tone. What was that? He asks. Come out and fight me, Deputy. You know I'll find you—

The red dot follows her, always just a few inches from where she's hiding. A farce. She hates it. Hates that he isn't really fighting her. A marksman, he said (hoorah), but the only bruises he gave her are in her mind. Mental scars. Stupid. She hates him. Despises him. 

(Hates herself even more.)

It feels like muscle memory when she peers over the ledge, her bloodied knuckles leaving smears of her fingerprints behind. He's there. Waiting. 

Killing Eli, killing phantoms. Killing men. Killing him. It all congeals in her marrow. Effortless. Easy. She's killed him so many times already that she's sure, now, she could close her eyes and find her mark. 

Over and over again, he turned to a nebula of dust when she jumped on his back, wrapping nimble fingers around his neck. Mocking words haunting her as he dissolved into the aether. The Father will protect me. You need me. Don't fight it. Just let go. You've served your purpose. Let's say you get out of this. What's next? You go back to running errands for a teenager and a housewife? You are nothin' without Eli. 

"Come out, come out wherever you are, honey," his crooning taunt makes her hackles raise. A part of her hindbrain prickles with unease. Jacob brings a certain terror out of those dormant depths—an atavistic fear coils around her jugular. "Let's finish this." 

She wants to end him. To kill and maim and bend and break until nothing is left but bones and tissue. She wants to ruin him. Wants him to ruin her. To end this conflict at the top of a precipice she never wanted to climb. 

She says nothing—not to him, to them—but scuffs her feet against the gravel for no reason other than to make him look. He whips around, hand steady on his rifle. 

"Finally done hiding, Deputy?" 

The red dot hasn't left her vicinity since she prowled after him, unleashing hell and gunfire on the men—his Chosen, his best—that tried to keep her away from him. Hiding, she thinks, and wonders if those words are a projection. 

The Whitetailer—the only anchor she's had since she found it laying behind in an abandoned cabin—hums under her fingers. Pulses with the blood rushing through her veins. It's always been heavy. An SA50 isn't easy to carry across a landscape she mostly ventured on foot (as the near constant ache between her shoulders can attest to), but it feels both heavier and lighter than before. Another contradiction of many since she walked out of the Den and into a world on fire. Since she slit his throat and watched him turn into cosmic dust. 

It's steady, though. Unwavering. There's a gash on her arm from one of his Chosen. A bullet in her thigh. The unhealed wounds—bliss bullets and arrows—twinge with pain when she tenses her muscles, breathes in deep. Her broken ribs scream. She feels like more like a throbbing contusion than she does an actual person, still caught in the tendrils of her conditioning where his voice echoes in her head, the last notes of a song that turned her world into ashes. Only youuu… he'd crooned.

Only you. 

Only ever you. 

She gets it now. 

Or, she wishes that were true. It isn't. It isn't because maybe she's known all along. Since the bunker. Since Pratt. One, two, three. One, two, three. And then he's got you. Since she blinked into cognisance surrounded by the fallen bodies of the militia who didn't survive the training, who had bullet wounds that matched the shots she took in Jacob's trial. 

Since she went back to the Grand View and walked through the rows of cages in the parking lot. 

She gets it. 

She knows what she has to do. 

Her grip doesn't falter when she aims up. Up. His stomach. His lungs. His heart. 

"You can't. You're done. You've served your purpose, and now it's time to accept your place, Deputy. Where you belong." 

She thinks of Tammy. Of Wheaty. There's nothing left for her. Not anymore. 

Nothing except—

She wonders if there's a flash of panic in his cerulean eyes. A brief flicker of fear. But all she sees is contempt. 

"If I die, you'll be lost forever—"

She pulls the trigger. 

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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

[jacobseedvaas35]

Jacob Seed X Ava Pearce ♥️ (headcanon photos)

Where they met for the first time:

Joseph Seed’s Compound on the day Joseph held his sermon

Where did they go for a date:

It took jacob roughly 5 attempts to ask Ava out and when he finally had the courage, they went to the Spread Eagle for their first date. It was an amazing first date, with drinks and dinner, then Ava participated in a bit of karaoke. Jacob loved her voice and couldn’t wait to hear her sing more songs.

Where did they first kiss?

Jacob and Ava’s first kiss happened on one of the mountains in Jacob’s region, on their second date. Which Jacob organised a picnic on the top of the mountain so they can enjoy the view as well.

Where did they have their first sex?

Believe it or not, Jacob and Ava couldn’t resist their mischief sides and actually had their first sex behind Joseph Seed’s church. Something John Seed would do but Jacob bet him to it. There were so many other romantic places they could have done it but that particular day, Jacob was turned on from the dress Ava had worn 😂

Where did they get married?

Jacob proposed to Ava in front of Joseph’s church, after she finally met his brothers and sister. This was 1 year after they started dating. A few months after he proposed, Jacob and Ava got married in Joseph’s church which was full of peggies and some of Ava’s resistance friends. The Sheriff walked Ava down the aisle. Hudson was her maid of honour while John Seed was Jacob’s best man.

Where do they live?

Quite simply, they live in the Veterans Centre. Though Jacob was okay for them to move into a small cabin in Whitetail Mountains, Ava actually preferred to live at the centre. Jacob promised her that he’d renovate the centre to make it look more homey and comfortable for them. Especially when the children come along.

How many children do they have?

Jacob and Ava have twins. A boy; Aydin Seed. And a girl; Elise Seed. They are the only children of Jacob and Ava. Elise is very much a daddy’s girl. She has Jacob wrapped around her tiny finger. While Aydin is a mommy’s boy. Both children love their parents and love going out on bush walks with their father and his judges. Currently Aydin and Elise are three years old and both are ginger just like their father.

Hope you all enjoyed my little headcanon of my OC and Jacob Seed 🥰 I love them both very much. Ava means a lot to me so I am finally glad to have put her out there for everyone 🥰

[sunshine-gumdrop]

Whispers of the Forgotten World

Disclaimer: I disregard the events in the far cry 5 ending.

In the hush of dawn, where the remnants of the old world whispered secrets to the new, Jacob Seed and the silent Judge, known as Deputy beneath her wooden mask, wandered through the remnants of Hope County. The land was a patchwork of what was and what might be, a testament to nature's indifferent claim over the follies of mankind.

The morning mist clung to the ground as they traversed the fields, the dew mirroring the world in each droplet. Jacob's boots crushed the grass beneath, a steady rhythm in the quiet. Beside him, the Judge moved with a ghost's grace, her presence an echo of the past they both shared but never spoke of.

They reached the remains of an old church, its steeple a skeleton against the sky. Here, they paused, the air heavy with unvoiced memories. The judge's hand brushed against the weathered wood, her touch a benediction for the lost.

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At noon, they found shelter beneath the skeletal remains of an old oak, its branches a testament to resilience. Jacob unpacked a meager meal while the judge surveyed the perimeter, her bow at the ready. They ate in silence, an understanding passed between them in glances and the soft clink of their scavenged cans.

When a rustle in the underbrush caught their attention, the judge's mask turned to Jacob. Her eyes, the only part of her face he'd ever seen, were calm. It was a deer, moving on as they would.

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As the sun dipped low, casting long shadows over the land, the judge's fingers danced in the fading light. Jacob watched, a student of her silent language. She pointed to the sky, where the first stars dared to shine, and then to the ground, where the shadow of the world lay.

"We're like that, aren't we?" Jacob mused. "Part of the dark, part of the light. Walking in between."

Judge's gloved hand reached out, touching his arm, her gesture a wordless agreement.

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By the campfire's glow, Jacob spoke of his fears and hopes, a confession to the silent sentinel beside him. The judge's mask watched, impassive, but her hand found a stick, and she drew in the earth—a circle, a cross, a question.

Jacob nodded, understanding her inquiry. "Yes," he said, "I think tomorrow is worth the fight."

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In the gray light of predawn, they stood side by side, the Judge and the Seed, guardians of a new day. The judge's mask faced the east, awaiting the sun. Jacob's eyes were on the path ahead, clear for the first time in years.

They stepped forward together, leaving footprints in the dewy earth—a silent pact to carry the memories of the fallen world into the promise of the new. In the chorus of the waking birds, in the rustle of the leaves, their story continued—a tale of redemption found not in words, but in the shared silence of two souls bound by the hope of what comes after the end.

[flaggermuser]

First line meme

Rules: post the first sentence of your last ten fics. If you haven’t written ten fics, share as many first sentences as you have.

Tagged by my bby @possumteeths <3 mwah mwah mwah

Locked in - Fallout 3: Female Lone Wander x Butch Deloria This is a dubcon fic - Lorelei and Butch are stuck in his quarters until morning

Lorelei sighed; her hand raised to knock on the door of the DeLoria’s quarters.

Devotion - Far Cry 5: Female Deputy x Joseph Seed The Hope County Sheriff's Department is freed.

The Project never sleeps.

An Assassin Calls - Assassin's Creed Syndicate: Beatrice Crane (OC) x Jacob Frye This one is my baby, I am very proud of it. Jacob and Evie meet up with a childhood friend

"Over the years I have established a number of connections across the city.”

As I Went Down To The River - Far Cry 5: Lily May Proctor (OC) x John Seed

John Seed sees a pretty woman and wants to sleep with her, Joseph says no. The title comes from a traditional American song.

Tranquillity.

Atonement - Far Cry 5: Female Deputy x Joseph Seed Heed the tags - Joseph Seed lovebombs Rook

“Bless the name of those who have dealt you blows. Be grateful to those who have caused you harm. For it is these sufferings that have led you to me.”

Kindred Spirits - Far Cry 5: Ivy-Rose Leigh (OC) x Jacob Seed

A woman goes to Hope County to die, is dragged before the Judge and he saves her life. The first line is from a song called This is War by Smile Empty Soul - Ivy-Rose is a veteran.

‘I'm just a normal man, I wouldn't hurt nothing at all, but here we are’

Down With The Devil - Stranger Things: Reader x Eddie Munson Local preacher's daughter corrupted by adorable metalhead. Fic starts with the opening monologue from Number of the Beast by Iron Maiden

Woe to you, o'er Earth and Sea.

For He Is My Shepherd, I Shall Not Want - Discord Slasher: Reader x Kyle Shepherd This fic has non-con elements - Reader is the final girl who is pursued by a man in a sheep mask

They’re dead.

Now You're Mine - The Boy 2016: Octavia Burrell (OC) x Brahms Heelshire This fic is dubcon - Octavia learns the truth about Brahms, loses her mind and stays with him

Octavia braced herself with her hands firmly clutching the sink, her head bowed as the tears fell and the full realisation of her situation finally sunk in.

A Wife For Tommy - The Texas Chainsaw Massacre: Reader x Tommy Hewitt This fic contains slurs - Self-indulgent fic where the reader is my height (5ft 1in/155cm) and becomes Tommy Hewitt's teeny tiny wife.

Fuller, Travis County.

Tagging with no stress: @ventiswampwater @visceravalentines @brimbrimbrimbrim @languidcryptid

[flare-queen]

Deputy, Seeds and Babies.

[finalslay]

@whorrcr ( jacob ) / continued from x

he's  aware  of  the  hangar's  state  ;  aware  of  the  fact  that  the  enemy  has  taken  over  the  skies.  that's  exactly  why  nathan  thinks  he  should  be  put  up  there  instead  of  on  the  ground.  both  to  get  what's  rightfully  theirs  back  and  to  try  and  avoid  being  assigned  a  judge.  his  own  attention  turned  onto  the  map  that  the  eldest  seed  pursues,  nathan  nods.  nick  rye's  place.  he  can  do  that.  there's  no  better  pilot  in  the  resistance  than  rye,  so  it's  a  logical  step  to  take  out  his  hangar  first.  it'd  be  a  fitting  sort  of  irony,  wouldn't  it?  they  took  john's,  something  that  doesn't  belongto  them,  and  now  eden's  gate  will  take  theirs.  they  will  show  them  who  is  in  charge  in  hope  county.  they  will  pay  for  the  sins  they've  committed.      “  yes,  sir,  ”    nathan  answers,  tone  that  of  a  loyal  soldier  once  more.    “  i  won't  let  you  down.  that  is  a  promise.  ”    and  that  is  the  difference,  isn't  it?  his  relationship  with  john  allowed  for  more  leniency,  allowed  nathan  certain  privileges.  it  doesn't  work  that  way  with  jacob.  with  him,  he  is  just  another  chosen,  another  one  of  his  soldiers,  required  to  prove  himself.  best  to  remember  that,  nathan  supposes.  there's  a  small  pause,  nathan  still  studying  the  map  as  he  adds,    “  do  you  want  us  to  leave  any  survivors?  ”    eden's  gate  is  always  in  need  of  new  soldiers,  after  all.

[seedofjoseph]

homebound

Fandom: Far Cry 5

Relationship: Jacob Seed x F!Deputy

Rating: M (mature)

Words: 700

Author's Note: I've already confessed my preference for a possessive male love interest (link), so that's the romance trope I'm guilty of in this one.

Jacob Seed pulled back your leash the night you stepped foot out of his sight.

It turned out that his collar was tighter than you thought, as he tracked your scent down in spite of you splashing through every stream on your way down the Whitetail Mountains.

Under the full moon, surrounded by snarling Judges and challenged by his Chosen, you shivered. Then, bitting down on your thrumming heart with clattering teeth, you braced yourself for their Bliss bullets. Yet, none ever got to graze your gooseflesh that night.

"Hold your fire," you heard him howl before he manifested in the moonlight. "At ease," he lowered his hand, and the others lowered their guns with it. "C'mere," he called to you as if you were one of his Judges.

You disobeyed him, standing up as straight and as tall as your shivering spine allowed.

"C'mere," he waved you over as if you were one of his bitches. "Let's get you back home."

"I'm not going back into that kennel," you barked, voice breaking and chest heaving.

Under the moon, in the spotlight, your wet shirt clung to your skin, to the swell of your breasts and their perked-up peaks. And you only saw yourself exposed through his eyes, through the glare he gave his men as he grazed past them.

"At attention."

Because he could stand both straight and tall, he did, and all the others around him averted their gaze as he advanced toward you. With one last glower, he shot down the stares of the soldiers further undressing your form.

"I warned you, angel," Jacob Seed said softly, like a lullaby. "I warned you 'bout strayin' from the path. You must be fuckin' freezin'." He undressed, stripping the jacket off of his shoulders, and suspending it in the air, up at around your height. "C'mere," he called to you, like a song refrain you already knew.

Stepping into the open jacket, you sighed when its warmth was wrapped around your freezing shoulders.

"That's it."

And you gasped when you were gathered into his arms and your feet stopped touching the ground.

"That's a good girl."

With his arm around your sore shoulders, his hand squeezed your bruised bicep. With his other arm under both of your knobby knees, he turned around

"There a problem, soldier?" He raised his voice once more, directing it at the man who didn't divert his eyes from you, from his angel.

"N-no, sir."

"We're moving out," he began his trek back to the truck. Back home.

"Yes, sir."

You were halfway up the mountain and all the way up in Jacob Seed's lap when realization set in, seeping into your bones like the icy streams you crossed to wash off his scent: your collar was never coming off.

He words seeped into the base of your skull, his nose buried into the knotted hair at the back of your neck. "Did you think you were free?" He breathed you in, the ravenous rumbling in his chest vibrating through the back it was set against. "You've forgotten your purpose." And his words now seeped into your spine, into the pit of your stomach and bottom of your belly. "You've forgotten who you belong to."

When his tongue lapped up the salty sweat and fresh water running down the side of your neck, you tasted your own hunger on yours. And when you swallowed the scent that surrounded you, the scent that clung to his jacket, you also distinguished the dampness in your already wet jeans. And the musk marinating in his own.

Your seat was hot because Jacob Seed was hot. And the bulge he sat you down on was burning, not nursed by the friction forming between it and your bottom.

When his lips latched onto that strip of skin covering your jugular vein, you tilted your head to make room for his teeth.

His canines pressed against your pulse, and his hand came around to tighten around your throat. "Mine." As his fangs forced themselves into your flesh, you felt the pull of his leash and the squeeze of his collar. "You're mine."

You swallowed a scream and wound up your spine like a bow against his chest, your cushiony ass arching back against his hard cock. And he licked at your wound, winding the invisible collar even tighter and visibly marking you.

"You belong to me."

[silverapplestock]

'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.. 👉👈