#necrodancing666

[seedofjoseph]

It's all good! I was just wondering if you were willing to do a Jacob/male reader who gets unalived somehow by the deputy (maybe saving him/taking a bullet for him) and Jacob just goes full on feral and slowly stops listening to Joseph

I'm glad you've picked that old man for me to play with because he was my first pick, too.

I can't promise you it'll go up today, or even tomorrow, but it will be by the end of next week.

[locustandwildhoney]

5 Songs I've Listened to Recently

Tagged by @g0dspeeed ❤️

Actually this is from a Farcry playlist tooooooooo thank you for tagging me

1. Hades Pleads by Parker Millsap

IDK why but something about this song and its vibes just feel like John and the Deputy getting into a car chase

2. Expectations by Katie Pruitt

Ive been listening to this nonstop the past week and its on my Faith Seed playlist now.

3. Allies or Enemies by The Crane Wives

Another John one, this time for John and Dee, I dont really ship them but they have one hell of an interesting dynamic to me.

4. Good Times by the Lone Bellow

THE MOST DEE/JACOB SONG OF ALL TIME. I'm not even sure if I ship them properly but this would be them. Also its just such a jam. It will get you dancing.

5. Saint of Lost Causes by Justin Townes Earle

This is on the Jacob Seed playlist because its just really him, the lyrics "throughout time between the wolf and the shepherd/who do you think has killed more sheep?", just the entire thing sounds like a monologue he would give

Tagging @necrodancing666, @socially-awkward-skeleton, @henbased, @deputy-sennaviste, and @n00b-vegas, and anyone else who'd like to join in!

[wrathfulrook]

Tagged by @josephseedismyfather! Thank you! (doing this on my side instead of my main bc this is where I’m more active rn)

rules: list eight shows for your followers to get to know you better.

In no particular order:

1. That 70′s Show

2. Star Trek (all of ‘em)

3. Seinfeld

4. Firefly

5. Outlander

6. Sense8

7. Supernatural (to a certain season...)

8. Grace & Frankie

Tagging @a-far-cry-from-my-main @felassanis @strangefable @inquisitors-grave @afarcry5fromstraight @villainesqua @necrodancing666 and anyone else who’d like to do it!

Standard apologies for duplicates/already having done it <3

[josephseedismyfather]

OC as a Silken Poem

I was tagged for this uquiz by @trench-rot, thank you for thinking of me, lovely 🥰

Tagging with no pressure (and definitely repeats), as always. If I didn't tag you and you want to play, please do!

@socially-awkward-skeleton @vampireninjabunnies-blog @jacobsneed @wrathfulrook @necrodancing666

I loved this quiz! I think it's a perfect fit for Harley!💖

The Torn Up Road

"I want to tell you this story without having to confess anything." poem about having a hard time, the kind of hard time where you don't want anybody to see you like this, but somebody is seeing you like this. and somebody is doing everything they can to help you but you are reckless and they are young and you both are just trying to get through it one day at a time. bonus poem: Landscape With a Blur of Conquerors

[derelictlovefool]

@necrodancing666 i'm glad you liked it!! 💕💕

[ao3feed-adaleon]

What Do We Do With A Drunken Idiot? (Leon/Ada/M!Reader)

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/SN2AMP6 by necrodancing666 Drunk Leon is an idiot. He thinks he's cheating on reader with Ada, but all three are in a poly relationship. Words: 331, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Biohazard | Resident Evil (Gameverse) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M, M/M, Multi Characters: Leon S. Kennedy, Ada Wong Relationships: Leon S. Kennedy/Ada Wong, Leon S. Kennedy/Reader, Ada Wong/Reader, Leon S. Kennedy/Ada Wong/Reader, Leon/Male Reader, Leon S. Kennedy/Male Reader, Ada Wong/Male Reader, Leon S. Kennedy/Trans Male Reader, Leon Kennedy/Male Reader Additional Tags: Polyamory, Polyamorous Character, lgbtqia, male reader - Freeform, trans reader - Freeform, FTM, FTM Reader read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/SN2AMP6

[seedofjoseph]

Hi! Would you be willing to take a request for a male reader?

I'd be willing to take any request because I'm intrigued.

[seedofjoseph]

patroclus' funeral pyre

Fandom: Far Cry 5

Relationship: Jacob Seed x M!Reader

Rating: E (explicit)

Words: 1000

@necrodancing666: I was just wondering if you were willing to do a Jacob/male reader who gets unalived somehow by the deputy (maybe saving him/taking a bullet for him) and Jacob just goes full-on feral and slowly stops listening to Joseph

"The Lord giveth, and the Lord t–"

"Nah," Jacob Seed shook his wearied head. "I don't wanna hear nothing from God tonight," he swallowed the sob threatening to spill out. "I wanna hear from you, Joseph."

He sniffed and swapped his sleeve – your jacket's sleeve – under his nose. Another lump was launched into his throat at the thought of your scent fading from your uniform and his mind. And that day could be the very next, the full moon already outshining the dying embers of your funeral pyre. 

"Then listen to me when I say this," Joseph Seed sought out his eyes, but found them closed. "I know your pain," he sighed, an almost human sound coming out of God's mouthpiece. "I know it intimately," he stroked the fading face of his late wife. "And I know it was all part of His plan–"

Jacob's jaw squeezed shut, suppressing another sob before he unhinged it to bark at his brother: "That's not what you said when he was alive," his voice was as vicious as that of a wounded beast. "That's not what you said to his face," he closed his eyes around the memory of your smile – the most beautiful he's ever seen – on the night of your wedding. 

Joseph had come up the mountain to preside over the small but no less sacred ceremony himself, and even shut up God to welcome you into his family as a brother-in-law, and not his child. On that night, and every night after, you were Jacob's Chosen One, not just another soldier. 

On that night, your husband carried you off to bed in his arms. You reminded him that you weren't a child, despite the decades between the two of you. You also drew his attention to his bad back, and how the heavy weight of your body was a strain on it. But he simply stretched it, cracked it, and bowed it before you. His knees snapped as he did so, but that didn't stop him from taking off your boots before slowly stripping you. From that position, he laid praise, pressing kisses on your thick thighs and your soft stomach. 

Nothing made you weaker than his coarse fingers fondling you, but nothing made you stronger than his words of praise. And nothing was more sinful than preparing himself with your precum, but nothing was more sacred than him stretching your insides.

That night, you watched him cry for the first time as you worshiped his wounds, old and new. That night, you saw through his scarred skin and into his welled-up eyes. And you knew Jacob Seed beyond the brutality he bandaged himself with. 

Since that night, you were his Chosen One. Wherever Jacob Seed went, you followed like a shadow. Whenever he had to swing his sword, you'd do his will like a red right hand. And when the junior deputy came to drag him to Hell with her, you shielded him from his faith with your own body. 

Jacob Seed was fully sobbing now, slamming the balcony doors shut, and sealing himself from the smell of your burning corpse. "You said the Gates of Eden were open to him, that he'd walk through them with or without me."

He fully faced him now, in the dim light of his desk lamp. "I was meant to be your sacrifice, not him. It was never meant to be him. It was only ever me. The deputy," he was laughing now, as bitter as the epiphany he was experiencing. "Your chosen one? Yeah, your Chosen One was meant to sacrifice me."

"You are not my sacrifice," Joseph raised his voice, rousing from the chair. "You never were my sacrifice. I've already made mine," he looked up towards the ceiling, crying out. "My Faith–"

"She's rollin' in her goddamn grave," Jacob spit out. 

"What?" Joseph's voice cracked, his eyes now returning from the heavens back to earth. "What did you–"

"You heard me," his own voice was as steady as ever. "And she hears you goin' 'round callin' other women by her name."

His trigger hand was fidgeting. "Brother–"

"Oh, so I'm your brother now? I wasn't your brother when I asked for the deputy. You made me ask God for forgiveness for that one."

"Jacob," he gritted his teeth and grabbed his trigger hand with the other. "Brother, I can't give her to you. She is not yours to take."

"And why's that? God change his mind 'bout her faith, too?"

"You’re mourning," he answered, solemnly. "Your pain has blinded you," he unclenched his fist, and relaxed. "When you open your eyes in the morning, you’ll see things as clearly as I do."

“Nah," the widower shook his wearied head again. "I see 'em right now," he sniffed the collar of your jacket and grounded himself in his grief. "Clear as day," He opened the balcony doors, then, the office doors: "Good night, sleep tight and get the fuck off my mountain."

"Good night, Jacob," his brother retained his composure even as he got the door slammed behind him.

That night, he let himself be weak. He let himself sink into your jacket, into your pillow. He let himself inhale the smoke from your funeral pyre and choke on his own cries. And, that night, celebrated your life by playing the memory of you back in his mind, behind his wet eyes. 

His memory of your eyes looking up into his, and they pooled with tears of joy instead of misery. While he was weak in the knees, you were strong as you got down on yours, choking on his cock. And you didn’t give up until your drool and his cum foamed around the rim of your mouth. That night, his spit-slick hand couldn’t even come close to the tightness of your throat. 

And on that night, he had a vision of his own. He saw you looking down on him from the heavens as he burned through the Bliss fields in search of your murderer. He saw you lighting his way through Holland Valley like the sun, leading him to her. And he saw you smiling at the sight of Joseph howling over her corpse, as he had over yours.

The Lord giveth, and the Lord taketh away.

[seedofjoseph]

cain's sacrifice

Fandom: Far Cry 5

Relationship: Joseph Seed x M!Reader

Rating: M (mature)

Words: 750

@necrodancing666: Would you be willing to do a Joseph Seed with a trans male reader (who hasn't had any bottom surgery) who's the deputy's brother but kind of willingly joins the cult and maybe smut

"Be not afraid, son," his voice echoed in the empty church as he extended his invitation. "Come," he extended his arms. "Join me in prayer."

Incoherent, irrational, and inconsolable are not words you'd speak in the same sentence as Joseph Seed. Even so, between the fire and the brimstone, the swearing and the sobbing, he embodied all three in his siblings' eulogies.

And, even now, with his heavenly eyes dried and his warm voice steady, you struggle to see him as any of these. Even if he summoned you back to where it all began with the promise that it's all coming to an end.

"The end is here," the Father cups your cheeks from the other side of the pulpit. You seek comfort by sinking your head lower and diving nose first into the palm of his hands. "And so are we," he traces the bones underneath with his thumbs. "You, me," his words trail off and so do his fingers before they find your lower lip and pull at it until it's parted with the upper. "And your brother."

There was a new sheriff's deputy in Hope County and you had been the one to bring him here. Before you had reached out to him, you were the estranged brother. And, by the time he answered, you were one of Joseph's children.

You had a new name, a new family, and a renewed purpose. And you wanted all of that for your brother, too, but God had other plans for him.

Joseph Seed sought you out personally, separating you from your brothers and sisters, and keeping you safe at his side. It was through him that you reconnected with yourself, God, and your brother. And it was through him that you found your way to Eden.

At the end, in his compound, in his church, you can only join your hands together in prayer that your brother does the same.

"God is merciful," the Father proceeds, leaning over the pulpit and thrusting a thumb into your mouth. "He extends an olive branch," he swallows when you suck him in whole. "But it remains to be seen if your brother will accept His gift," he snatches you by the scruff of your neck and your chest slams against the solid surface before you. "Or cast it aside," he shoves another finger inside, holding your head still as he slides both of them back and forth on your tongue.

Discomfort, disorientation, and degradation. You warmly welcome all three, same as you readily receive another of his fingers, same as you suffer the stretch of the seams of your mouth.

Because you do not spit in the face of God - you swallow his gifts wholly.

"Come, son," he pulls his fingers away from your lips and your body around the corner of the pulpit. "Join me in prayer," he cleans your chin of spit, lapping it up with his tongue. Then, he turns you around and traps your body between the cold wooden surface and his hot hardened chest.

"Father," you find your voice, despite your drowning in your drool. Despite your chest being strained by the two hard surfaces it's crushed against. "Pray for him," you join your hands together when your arms are bracketed between his biceps. "Pray for my brother."

"My son," he blows hot, moist air at the back of your head. "I pray he welcomes God's gift," he scrapes his beard against the sweat across the surface. "I pray he will welcome my Word inside his heart," he smothers himself against your spine. "As you will welcome me inside your body."

Sweat, slick, and spit. You welcome all of them between your thighs as he bares them, pulling down your jeans and preparing you to receive him. And you are already soaking when his hand probes you, itself already wet from your welcoming mouth.

"T-thank you, Father," you moan, pushing back against his pelvis when he pulls you into it. "I pray he hears your word," you grind against his groin, groaning. "T-that he sees the light."

"I myself have been blind, my son," the Father unfastens his belt while his other set of fingers pulls apart your other pair of lips. "But now I see," he clenches his teeth and hisses once he sets himself free. "He took my family away from me," he spits on his shaft, splattering the access all over the surface of your soft ass. "So that I could have his," he whispers his words over the sound of skin slapping against skin.

[locustandwildhoney]

I got tagged a while ago by @strafethesesinners , to make some oc ships with this picrew. Some ships here are platonic, some non platonic, all insane in this backwater county.

I'm tagging @necrodancing666 , @deputy-sennaviste @g0dspeeed . and anyone else that wishes to join in the shipping shenanigans.

For Deputy Renata

I don't think either Renata or John realize how much they are outright flirting with each other. They are insufferable. Mostly because all of their flirting is by radio, meaning the whole county is subjected to it.

Refuses to admit that she is outright terrified of Joseph Seed. He basically haunts her, in the waking world, in the bliss, and worst of all; her dreams. Joseph goes completely mad when she's involved, there's something about her that just flips the crazy switch in him. "She is the Harbinger of destruction", "She must walk the path," ect.

Sharky and Renata are head over heels for each other. The constant "joking" flirting and support for each other keeps both of them sane through this insane world. BFF's through thick and thin, neither has ever known love and affection quite like they have in each others company.

For Dee

With all three Brothers, Dee is a nervous wreck. But a nervous wreck for completely different reasons each time.

After she's abducted John is the first Herald she's sent to. After intimidation and aggravation doesn't work to get a worthwhile confession Joseph prompts him to change tactics. ("we've tried the vinegar, lets try some honey") And starts doting on her. Obviously this tactic scares the hell out her a lot more than anything else could've.

Jacob knows that when she disappears in the first few days of the reaping that she had fled Eden's Gate. Dee knows he knows this, but she is unsure where they stand because of it. He could turn her in at any moment, but he doesn't say a word. Dee's not sure what scares her more.

Ah, Joseph's little sinner. A pet. A project. He needed another missing person to bring the Marshals to his door, his own Gethsemane. Her destiny was set in motion when in a discussion with Joseph she had said that she "wished she could believe in something that much," while trying to be polite and leave the situation. She obviously chose the wrong phrasing, and he chose her words as a sign from God. It is not without trials, however. She tests his patience at how flippantly she speaks about God and religion. He wants to bring this little sheep into his flock, she is a child so lost in this world, surely he must save her?

[locustandwildhoney]

Thank you for tagging me @socially-awkward-skeleton and @afarcry5fromstraight

Tagging: @necrodancing666 , @henbased , @deputy-sennaviste , @perhapsrampancy , @newknife, and anyone who wants to join in!

BARBIE  MOVIE  AESTHETICS

repost  /  don’t  reblog  .  bold  what  applies  .

Dee as Doomsday Cult Collateral

BARBIE IN THE NUTCRACKER. freshly fallen snow, the sound of sleigh bells, a lengthy look at the one you love, the sound of a crackling fire, the smell of peppermint, half-eaten gingerbread cookies, bows in your hair, the strum of a harp, gold jewelry, clouds above a stormy sea, the conscious effort to believe in yourself, lace dresses, a sun dappled orchard, speaking from the heart, “you were the one i was looking for all along,” the cold winter wind, cheek kisses, bright blue eyes

BARBIE AS RAPUNZEL. golden hair, smeared paint on your fingers and clothes, marble staircases, dense forests with no path in sight, intricate braids, hedge mazes, grand parties, dazzling dresses, generational trauma, pink lipstick, the shiver of wind chimes, flowers in your hair, stepping outside your comfort zone, the tedium of chores, following your heart, love at first sight, the roar of a cascading waterfall,strong arms around your waist, dark secrets, “no more hatred”

BARBIE OF SWAN LAKE.the familiarity of your favorite constellation in the night sky, the flutter of wings, freshly baked bread, dancing alone in your room, chocolate chip cookies, a babbling brook and the stones you use to cross it, running with the wind in your hair, sparkling jewels, an enchanted forest,dusty stacks of books, sibling rivalries, moonlit walks by the lake, the innocence of true love, painful deception, laced fingers, “it’s you i love”

BARBIE AS THE PRINCESS AND THE PAUPER.spun gold, a purring cat in your lap, the sacrifices your parents made for you, the prick of a sewing needle, “what would it be like to be free?”, dark caves, starry skies above, falling in love with your best friend, crowded markets, horse drawn carriages, fresh air, a hand held out to guide you, pretending to be something you’re not, breakfast in bed, bubble baths,narrow passageways, diamond rings, cold jail cells, lengthy hugs, promises you can keep

Deputy in The Reckoning of Eden's Gate

BARBIE IN THE NUTCRACKER. freshly fallen snow, the sound of sleigh bells, a lengthy look at the one you love, the sound of a crackling fire, the smell of peppermint, half-eaten gingerbread cookies, bows in your hair, the strum of a harp, gold jewelry, clouds above a stormy sea, the conscious effort to believe in yourself, lace dresses, a sun dappled orchard, speaking from the heart, “you were the one i was looking for all along,” the cold winter wind, cheek kisses, bright blue eyes

BARBIE AS RAPUNZEL. golden hair, smeared paint on your fingers and clothes, marble staircases, dense forests with no path in sight, intricate braids, hedge mazes, grand parties, dazzling dresses, generational trauma, pink lipstick, the shiver of wind chimes, flowers in your hair, stepping outside your comfort zone, the tedium of chores, following your heart, love at first sight, the roar of a cascading waterfall,strong arms around your waist, dark secrets, “no more hatred”

BARBIE OF SWAN LAKE.the familiarity of your favorite constellation in the night sky, the flutter of wings, freshly baked bread, dancing alone in your room, chocolate chip cookies, a babbling brook and the stones you use to cross it, running with the wind in your hair, sparkling jewels, an enchanted forest,dusty stacks of books, sibling rivalries, moonlit walks by the lake, the innocence of true love, painful deception, laced fingers, “it’s you i love”

BARBIE AS THE PRINCESS AND THE PAUPER.spun gold, a purring cat in your lap, the sacrifices your parents made for you, the prick of a sewing needle, “what would it be like to be free?”, dark caves, starry skies above, falling in love with your best friend, crowded markets, horse drawn carriages, fresh air, a hand held out to guide you, pretending to be something you’re not, breakfast in bed, bubble baths,narrow passageways, diamond rings, cold jail cells, lengthy hugs, promises you can keep

... I really need to make my oc's headers...

[locustandwildhoney]

Here's Dee before and after she was able to escape the cult

Thank you for tagging me to do this picrew @ri-a-rose !

tagging: @socially-awkward-skeleton , @necrodancing666 , @henbased , and @deputy-sennaviste

[locustandwildhoney]

14 Questions 14 People

tagged by @socially-awkward-skeleton

Thanks for tagging me!

Nickname: Mort or Mei or Mae

Sign: Aquarius

Height: 5'8"

Last thing I googled: Emmet Otter's Jugband Christmas, I really wanted to listen to that one song again and also share it with my sister

Song stuck in my head: "Poor Atlas" by Dessa, Ive been listening to A Badly Broken Code on a loop since the drive on Sunday

Amount of Sleep: 9 hours, semester is over and I'm still recovering from being sick

Dream Job: Whatever Doug Jones does to be in that many movies, practical effects artist, costumer designer (I'm actually in school for all of these currently, except the being Doug Jones thing, no one can train for that)

Wearing: really old jeans, oversize tshirt with an even more oversized grey henley.

Movies/Books that Summarize You: Secret of Roan Inish, LOTRs, The Court Jester, Hello Dolly? As for books?Julie of the Wolves (obsessed with it in middle school, read it yearly when I went camping)

Favorite Song: I love a bit of everything, but Hozier speaks to my gay irish soul. On the flipside however I go feral every time I hear All Along the Watchtower.

Instrument: Vocalist

Aesthetic: That thing you keep seeing just out of the corner of your eye, yeah that's me, my bad, didn't mean to spook you

Favorite Author: J. Michael Straczynski? Both for his work in tv and his book, Becoming Superman

Random Fun Fact: As a child I was terrified of and refused to watch the movie "Chicken Run"

If youve already been tagged, sorry to disturb you, feel free to ignore I'm tagging:

@deputy-sennaviste, @wearemarvels, @necrodancing666 , @perhapsrampancy, @kim-rye, @strafethesesinners, @i-am-the-balancing-point, @schoute, @fuckin-nancy, @derelictheretic, @n00b-vegas, @g0dspeeed