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New Chapter! Moonshine by Polkadotdotdot: Chapter 29 - Sights
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Moonshine by PD3
Chapter Summary:
Grace and Rey take the afternoon off for a hunting trip. She didn’t expect to have John in her sights.
Chapter 29 - Sights
Grace dropped down, bringing her scope to her eye. “Hold on, I think I see something…”
“What?”
“I’ll be damned,” Grace looked up at Rey with a wide, vicious smile on her face. “Take a look.”
Rey lifted her own scope, increasing the magnification. At the front of the plant was a very familiar black SUV, the cult’s logo painted on the side and hood. She gripped the gun tightly, willing her body not to shake. John was standing there talking to someone, clearly ready to get into the car.
“We should get out of here…”
“What? Are you for real? Rey, this is our chance!” Grace insisted, “We can take out John Seed!”
“It’s an impossible shot,” Rey dismissed, “And we’re wasting time. We’d be seen.”
“No way, I can make that!” Grace said, pulling her gun back, “I just need him to stay still for a second and I’ve got him!”
Without her scope, John looked like an ant on the ground below, pacing as he spoke. She swallowed, her throat tightening with every passing second. There was no reasonable excuse she could make because Grace was right. This was the perfect opportunity to deal a blow to Eden’s Gate.
Get in the car…get in the car…
She willed him silently to keep moving, to get inside the SUV where the shot just wouldn’t be possible. Grace prepared herself.
“Shit!”
The gun made a strange sound, no bullet flying from the chamber. “Fuck it’s jammed. I thought I fixed this! Rey take the shot!”
“What?”
“Take the fucking shot!” Grace snapped, “He’s going to get away!”
Rey hesitated but raised her gun. John was in her sights, his head directly in the center of her cross hair. Her shoulders ached from the strain of holding herself tall, trying to maintain the image that there was nothing wrong but inside, all she felt was turmoil.
“What are you waiting for? Shoot!”
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Powerful
Chapter 7
“Oh,” John rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt and cocked his head at her. “So, do tell, because, no offense, with your poor pronunciation, I highly doubt it. But I want to know what you're going to say, out of curiosity, of course.”
The brunette looked up at him to see if he was joking, but his gaze was full of anticipation. What the hell kind of food did she choose? If only there were some pictures or a translation, but no. Nothing. If it was French, she'd know, but this is too much. “Well,” she cleared her throat. “Desert?” She answered vaguely, elongating the syllables.
John made a sound of awe at the back of his throat. “Almost. Well, sweetheart. I’ll pick something for you.” He replied, winking at her.
As Vincenzo returned, John exchanged a few words with him and ordered something. Something with pasta. That was the only word she understood. The waiter brought the wine and the food was served later. Hayley was stunned by how briefly it took them. They didn't have to wait for the line at all or until they got the food. Everything was just waiting for them.
“La pasta al forno con di pomodoro. Fai un bel pasto.”
It was only after Vincenzo brought food to her that Hayley recognized what John had chosen for her. Baked pasta with some kind of tomato gravy. Something simple to get to know the taste of Italy.
John cleared his throat to get Hayley's attention, that was quite directed at her plate. In his hand was a menu with English terms in parentheses, and on his face was the naughtiest smirk she had ever seen.
“Oh, you didn't!” Hayley threw herself at the piece of the list as on the mission but John was much faster and pulled it out of her reach, laughing heartily. The brunette nearly burst with ire, her cheeks as red as her sauce, but later she gave in and join him.
“I'm sorry, darling, but you looked so comical when your eyes started to run across the menu from puzzlement. I just couldn't resist.”
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bold the aesthetic that applies to your muse. italisize what can sometimes apply to your muse. repost. don’t reblog.
𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐋.
tired eyes. coffee stains on the table. listening to the bustle of the city. unmade beds. ponytails. sunlight seeping through the curtains. chapped lips. walking barefoot across the floorboards. dusty dictionaries. black and white reruns. huge sweaters. the ticking of the clock. hearing birds in the morning. fireplaces. falling asleep during class.
𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄.
freckles. the sun rising. watching the sea. taking shots of the city. historical museums. bright eyes. looking up at the clouds. walls covered in artworks. drawing in the middle of lessons. tracing your fingers on the sand. painting for hours. staying in uncrowded coffee-shops. worn paperbacks. messy braids. going to bed with your kneesocks on.
𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐐𝐔𝐄.
dark hair. a little sophisticated. always observing the world around you. intricate designs. high ceilings. extravagant musical pieces. dim lights. colorless photographs. fancy furniture. pale skin. hearing soft footfalls coming from outside the room. mischievous looks. bitten nails. candlelight dinners. dark shades of lipstick.
𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋.
chandeliers. the clinking of a teacup mug. laced clothing. modern architecture. light hair. watching the view from the terrace. hidden birthmarks. drinking tea in the morning. wandering about in an empty building. botanical gardens. old films. ancient marble sculptures. expensive perfume. breakfasts in bed. reading stories about mythology.
𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂.
compassion. short writings on scraps of paper. blushed cheeks. a bouquet of roses. reading collections of poetry late at night. loose hair. carpeted floors. attending operas. faint music playing in the background. staying under the covers until midday. the night sky. streetlights. picking flowers. dancing around in silk dresses. scented candles.
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I am your father and you are my child..
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New Chapter! Moonshine by Polkadotdotdot: Chapter 27 - Jacob
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Moonshine by PD3
Chapter Summary:
Now that Eden’s Gate and Hope County were ready to make peace, John wants Rey to meet his family properly.
Having met with Faith and Joseph individually, she only has the eldest Seed to go and she’s not looking forward to it…
Chapter 27 - Jacob
When an SUV appeared from the path, she straightened, her heart beating a little faster. Jacob emerged, just as statuesque and intimidating as she remembered. He scanned his surroundings, smiling when his eyes settled on her. Rey did not return his smile.
“Beautiful morning,” Jacob began politely, “Got to watch the sunrise on the drive through. Some view.”
“I’ll bet.” Rey replied stiffly, “How are you?”
Her words felt uncomfortable and insincere. Approaching the table, Jacob sat opposite her with a knowing smile on his face.
“You don’t care how I am.” He declared, “I can see it on your face.”
“That’s not-“
“You don’t like me,” he concluded causally, “And that’s okay. I’d be very surprised if you did.”
Rey closed her mouth. There wasn’t any point in protesting. Jacob wasn’t an idiot and he could read people better than anyone she knew. Lying just to avoid confrontation wouldn’t solve anything.
“No, I don’t.” She agreed, “And…I’m struggling with that because John loves you, but he clearly knows a different man.”
“What makes you say that?” Jacob asked curiously.
Rey scowled. “You kept people in cages like animals. Starved them, tortured them and for what? The idea that only the strong should be given the chance to survive? Jacob, that’s fucking sick!”
Jacob sat back in the wooden chair regarding her thoughtfully. He tapped his scarred hand on the table, suddenly nodding.
“Let’s go for a walk.” He stood from the table, Rey’s brows jumping with surprise, her eyes following him.
“What?”
“A walk,” he repeated, “I think we should go for a walk.”
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OC INTERVIEW
Tagged by @returnofthepd3 thanks hun this was hella fun!!
Interview with Deputy Rhiannon Hale
Name: Rhiannon Hale, but pretty much everyone calls me Rhi....not sure who called me Rhiannon last *chuckles*
Are you single: No...it's, um, definitely complicated.
Are you happy: *chuckles nervously* On the surface......sure.
Are you angry: At this very moment? No. Do I get triggered easily...yeah. I do hold a lot of resentment from my childhood...of people who had a nice childhood....
Are your parents still married: *scoffs* My "parents" are dead...if you wanna call them parents. I miss my biological father though....
Nine Facts
Birthplace: Billings, Montana
Hair color: Light Brunette
Eye color: Hazel
Birth date: October 30, 1988
Mood: For the most part, I'm pessimistic. But I do still have that naivete of maybe if i make everyone happy, they'll love me...
Morning or afternoon: Afternoon, right as the sun is beginning to set. Also....I HATE mornings, so there's that *laughs*
Summer or winter: Neither, to be honest, I'm an autumn person, I love that crisp air!! And all the colors!
Gender: Last time I checked, I'm female, yo!
Eight things about your love life
Are you in love: Sure, but I won't admit it out loud to him *laughs hard*
Do you believe in love at first sight: HELL NO, I'm not even sure if I believe in true love to be honest, verdict is still out on that one!
Who ended your last relationship: I definitely did. He started getting way to serious and I panicked and ran.
Have you ever broken someones heart: Possibly....since, you know, the commitment thing
Are you afraid of commitment: I'm afraid of losing myself in that commitment is more like it. After watching the way my mother obsessed over my step-douche and how she went from a loving mother to not giving a shit about her own daughter? If that's love, that's much too high a cost for me.
Have you hugged someone in the last week: My uncle, Earl Whitehorse, and Addie!
Have you ever broken your own heart: Numerous times....
Six Choices
Love or Lust: *chuckles* Probably lust...still new to the thought of actual "love:
Lemonade or Iced Tea: Hmmmm....probably sweet tea, have you tried the stuff? It's the bomb if done right!!
Cats or Dogs: *taps chin with index finger* Bears, I fucking LOVE Cheeseburger! *whispers* but really, I love all animals!
A few Best friends or Regular Friends: Definitely a few best friends, only people I trust with my life!
Wild night out or romantic night in: I'd much rather stay in, I get too uncomfortable around too many people, especially if they're being boisterous.
Day or night: Night. It's much more calm!
Five Have You Evers
Been caught sneaking out: *snorts* my mother nor step ass cared enough about me to even check if I was still in the house.
Fallen Down/Up the Stairs: Yes, I'm clumsy as shit
Wanted someone/something so badly it hurt: That seems like a very human thing, so yes I have wanted someone or soemthing that badly
Wanted to disappear: Yes...but only to see if anyone would care...damn sorry that got deep...
Four preferences
Smile or eyes: Definitely eyes...they'll let you know if someone is lying to you....
Shorter or taller: Everyone is taller than me I think *laughs* I'm 5'1 on a good day
Intelligence or Attraction: I want someone who I can have fun with? So I guess I'm more of a personality type person...
Hook up or Relationship: *blushes slightly* I'm currently having...two hook ups, so...yeah *laughs*
Family
Do you and your family get along: Me and Whitehorse, definitely! My chosen family of Addie and Hurk Jr, hell yeah!
Would you say you have a messed up life: Hell yeah...I was neglected...my biological father was killed in a robbery gone wrong...my step brother ended up killing our parents and then himself...yeah pretty fucked up in my opinion...
Have you ever ran away from home: I wanted too, but I couldnt leave my step brother Deeter alone with his abusive father. We always had each others backs...I miss him.
Have you ever got kicked out: Yeah, I suppose, but not for misbehaving....just my fucking mother didnt wanna deal with me in the summer, so when I got my license to drive. She started making me visit my uncle in Hope County. I hated it at first, but now I would never have changed it! It's how I met Johanna, Addie, Hurk Jr and eventually Sharky!
Friends
Do you secretly hate one of your friends: *laughs and considers it* Hate is a strong word...I guess I dislike how upbeat Hurk Jr is first thing in the morning. Sorry Hurk...
Do you consider all of your friends good friends: No, only a handful know the deepest things about me...
Who is your best friend: Hmmmm...that's a tough one. It's a tie between Johanna and Addie!
Who knows everything about you: Adelaide definitely *laughs*
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New Chapter! Moonshine by Polkadotdotdot: Chapter 26 - Birth
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Moonshine by PD3
Chapter Summary:
Rey liked to say that her daughter was a troublemaker from the moment she was born. John was inclined to agree.
Rey and John welcome Violet to their world.
Chapter 26 - Birth
She’d been taken to a bed the second she’d arrived, Adelaide supporting her and screaming for people to move out of the way if they knew what was good for them as they’d struggled down the halls.
“And for the love of all that is holy, someone go and get John!” she’d yelled. Any other time, Rey would have told her to calm down, her screaming only adding to the anxiety of the situation, but really someone having a sense of urgency was welcome.
She changed into a hospital gown and lay back on the bed, trying to breathe through the stinging pressure that was building in her body.
“Alright Rey, you’re only dilated 3 centimeters at the moment,” her doctor confirmed, “You’ve got a little while to go yet. Try and get comfortable, keep hydrated and rest if you can.
Rey groaned, her head tipping back against her pillows. It was all well and good, the doctor telling her to rest, but how could she ignore the way her insides felt like they were being twisted and stretched. She gripped her stomach, willing her unborn baby to settle.
“Alright, John should be here any minute so can I get you anything?” Adelaide asked, “Water? Ice?”
“Valium?” Rey suggested.
Adelaide shot her a smile. “Any other time sweetie, I’d have been all for it. Sit tight. Maybe they’ll be able to give you some of that gas and air later?”
“Sounds nice,” Rey drawled, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath through her nose, letting the air fill her body and calm her nerves.
The peace was broken seconds later when John came crashing into the room, almost skidding into one of his medical staff. “Rey?! Where is she? Is the baby here?!” he panted, gasping for breath from his run through the bunker.
“Calm down! The last thing we need is for you to have a damn heart attack,” Adelaide scolded.
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Deputy Dahlia Hale and Faith Seed
“With her sweetened breath, and her tongue so mean
She’s the angel of small death and the codeine scene”
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some jacob doodles
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Deputy Dahlia Hale and John Seed
“Well tell me do you hate me
Or do you wanna date me
It’s kinda hard to tell ‘cause your eyes are looking crazy “
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I won’t ask for much (but just this once, I’d like you) 2/10
Updates for this’ll probably come every couple of days or so, and I’m already bracing myself for a third wave of edits to come. But here’s the next part, and Sharky, I’m sorry about the skunk, but you were the one to mention it to begin with. …And the resulting idea was too entertaining to pass up.
Pairing: Sharky Boshaw x John Seed
Rating: E (but only for Ch. 10, the rest are a solid T)
Word Count: 4.3K
Link to AO3!
Ch. 1 / Ch. 2
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Sharky steals a boat. It just happens to be John’s boat, and when it’s damaged along with his boathouse, John proceeds to lay out a means of having Sharky pay him back. [No Cult AU]
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It took two and a half days to tear the old boathouse down.
John hadn’t lied when he mentioned wanting him to get in there and take it apart piece by piece, and hovered over him the entire time.
The whole monitoring bit was easily the part that annoyed him the most. Like he was waiting for him to screw up. To somehow find a way to take the already burnt building and set it on fire again through force of will alone. Which, while badass, was well out of his means, all the wishing and praying he’d sometimes do to monkey Jesus aside.
But that didn’t stop John from acting like he had the ability. Riding him further during smoke breaks, or barking order after order at him from the sidelines.
Every other word out of his mouth was a correction. To tell him to go back to read the blueprints again. To check his measurements. To put out that cigarette, pry out that misplaced nail, and to use some of that delicacy he kept on going back to, making Sharky’s eyes want to roll back into his head.
And music? The one time he’d tried to bring any levity to the situation with the soothing sounds of disco, John put an end to it immediately. Really just made it clear how much of a drag he wanted to be, and only wanted to push the point home.
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so i was finally lucky enough to commission @fadedjacket to make an amazing portrait of Veronica and John and LOOK AT THESE TWO god i am so in love with it thank you so much lovely!!!!!!
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My official Far Cry 5 fanfic!
Alrighty everyone! After a LONG time, I’ve finally finished the first section of this fic and I am so excited to start posting it everywhere lmao, so please feel free to leave your comments in the replies I’d love to hear what people think! Now without further ado; here’s chapter 1!
Veronica glanced lazily at the clock, which read 3:28am. She’d gotten off work about 4 hours earlier, but couldn’t seem to lull herself to sleep no matter how many drinks she had or smoke breaks she took. Lately, the young sheriff’s deputy had felt unsettled, like she was stuck in a rut. Ice clinked in her Crown Royal glass as she raised it to her lips, finishing it with a swig. “What’s wrong with me Olive?” She asked the calico cat that padded silently into the room. The cat replied with a dainty mew and climbed into Veronica’s lap. While petting her companion, she glanced around her modest townhome.
It was a tastefully furnished two story home with a balcony and a neighborhood pool. She sat on a powder blue couch that was joined by an armchair off to the side. The TV screen in front of her read ‘Are you there? Press X to continue" Answering the question aloud, she muttered “Sometimes I wonder if I am still here” She lifted Olive off her lap and replaced her with an engraved silver tray, a baggie of weed, and a Cherry Dynamite flavoured Swisher. She may be a deputy, but some vices she was reluctant to give up.
A few moments later- Veronica stepped out onto her balcony, blunt in hand. She slowly took in the familiar scenery, living right on the outskirts of Hope County afforded her one of the best views. The Whitetail Mountains towered over the town beyond, the neon lights of various restaurants and gas stations glowing upwards and framing the tall peaks in a surreal glow. Her gaze turned up to the stars, dazzling like diamonds on the velvet black sky. As she lit up and the lighter illuminated her balcony, the atmosphere shifted a degree 'Everything will be different soon.’ The thought flew through her mind without warning, and she shivered as though possessed. “Jeez…” She murmured and took a long drag of the sweet smoke, shaking her head and praying for rest to come quickly, after this she’d go and try to lay in her bed until sleep overtook her finally.
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Effie Rook, Marine and Deputy
Finally decided on a name and look for my Deputy when I get Far Cry 5 <3
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Deputy Dahlia Hale and Jacob Seed
“I am a man, not an animal
But my fangs drip when I hear your call “
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