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socially-awkward-skeleton · 1 day

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tagged by: @voidika and @thesingularityseries last week, thank you both <3

Well it's been almost two months and guess who's back to her FC5 verse again :) Still deep in the family angst with the kids so forgive me if this feels like a retread of stuff folks have already read, I swear things will progress with this chapter eventually. Anyhoo, usual warnings when it comes to Kit:

The gates at Saint Francis creaked closed as the white Eden’s Gate delivery van drove off into the foggy depths of the forest lined roads of the Whitetails, its red tail lights disappearing behind the misty wall near the bend in the road. November had rolled into December and frost littered the ground, leaving sparkling ice crystals clinging to the dead leaves, pine needles and gravel that made up the exterior grounds of the vet center's courtyard. Kit hadn’t even realized her birthday came and went with all of the chaos and the carnage surrounding her, her thoughts suddenly turning to the fact that she was now thirty two years old as she stood alone in her spot on the front steps, arms crossed over her chest, supervising as two of the followers carried in crates marked with Joseph’s cross.

Shifting her stance, bunching up the oversized flannel shirt she wore in her fist, Kit pulled the material closer to her where the cold air stung her still healing wound. Thick black stitches remained, holding skin taut as it sealed itself together once more, the flesh puckered and pale to match the letters carved above her breasts and across her shoulders, as well as the scars that littered her abdomen. The bitter, freezing air stung with each intake of breath, burning her nostrils, throat and lungs. The temperatures dropping up the mountain at a rate where frostbite would likely set in if she stood here without a coat for much longer. Her teeth clenched and her gums started to ache, knuckles chilled to the point where they seemed locked in place. A person could catch their death out here, not that she was going anywhere. From the darkened depths of the interior of Saint Francis, Jacob emerged with a cigarette, resting his shoulder against the pillar at the top of the steps beside her, covering the flickering flame of his lighter with his hand as he lit the end. “Didn’t know there was a delivery scheduled today,” he mumbled around his cigarette.

She turned to give him a sideways glance, their eyes meeting for only a brief moment. “Not one of the usual ones. Had a few crates of clothes and things for the kids sent here. The rest is heading to the armory.”

He grunted and slipped the lighter back into the pocket of his army jacket. “Didn’t give you permission to do that.”

“Didn’t ask.”

Stepping towards her, Jacob grabbed her arm tightly, pulling on it to spin her to face him. He sighed to steady himself, his eyes narrowing as he looked at her. “You are really testin’ my patience here, angel,” he growled.

“You might have made me break before, but I'm not rolling over with this one.”

“You’ve gotten too comfortable. Complacent. Think ya rule the roost here, huh?” He took a drag of his cigarette and stared her down. His cheeks ruddy with the cold and the constricted blood vessels under his skin.

“You were stuck in that bed for almost two weeks – I was forced to think that way in order to keep everything running.”

“Suppose ya did do a good job of that,” he said, looking her up and down before blowing smoke in her face.

“You’re goddamn right I did.”

Jacob scoffed, giving a quick shrug. “Don’t need me then, do ya?”

“Really?” Her scowl deepened as she glared up at him, molars grinding, keeping the cold at bay as the rage boiled up inside her once more. “God, you are such a fucking asshole sometimes.”

“Careful, Kitty.” Leaning in towards her, gripping her tighter until his fingertips buried grooves into her skin, he returned an icy glower in her direction. “I might have given you some slack on the leash, don’t think I’ve let go completely,” he rasped.

Her frozen stare pierced him and she ripped her arm out of his clutches, heading into the building without another word.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going?”

“To check on my children,” she called back over her shoulder.

Tossing his half burned cigarette to the ground, he followed her in with sure strides, ready to continue their argument. “They aren’t yours, kitten.”

“Except they are. Someday you might even come around to that fact.”

Jaw clenching as she challenged him, his arctic eyes burned holes into her from under his darkened brow. “We both know that’s not happenin’, angel.”

The will to fight with him on this point burned bright inside of her. That white hot rage that lived deep in the pitch black dark at her core was rising up. Refusing to give in or submit. She had the will of God behind her, a conviction that could not be beaten. Christ, she might have actually finally understood Joseph and his mission, the way he felt so strongly about his orders given to him by a power far greater than he. It was an unbeatable force, a feeling that could not be ignored or dampened, and she was giving herself to it entirely.

Digging her heel into the floor, Kit turned to face him, darkness in her eyes. “You asked me to give you something to live for, if I’m not enough for you on my own, then maybe a family is.”

“No.” His cold, dead-eyed stare was enough to set her off, the flat tone of his voice was the final tipping point. “You haven’t even met them, you’ve refused to,” she spat.

“‘Cause they aren’t stayin’, so why would I get attached? There’s nothing there for me to care about, Kit. They aren’t mine.” “God, if you only knew…” She seethed, a mother lioness ready to take on the world. “The things those kids have seen and lived through. That little boy was raising his sister, they were all the other had left in this world…” Storming towards him, she shoved her finger into his chest pointedly. “You tell me that that doesn’t sound familiar.” “It does, which is why I know that taking those two in isn't the right decision. You hear me, Kit?” His large hands lifted to cup her face, gripping the skin tight, stroking through waves of copper and crimson that framed it. “Listen to me, Kitty. The last thing those kids need is us playing make believe as a family.”

Her brow lifted. “Don't give me that bullshit about if I love them, I should leave them… you don't understand,” she whispered, voice husky with the cold as her eyes fell downcast, “I was willing to die to protect them, only ever felt that way about one other before.” Pale eyes steered upwards, meeting Jacob's gaze. Not having to confirm her feelings with words, a look was all that it took. “I need those babies, Jacob. I need them to keep me sane,” she pleaded. “They’ve already made their home here with me, they aren’t scared anymore – they will be if they’re with anyone else. They trust me. They trust Staci. Give ‘em a chance and they’ll trust you too.” “The last thing those kids need is to be puttin’ their trust in me, angel. I’m not here to raise a family, I’m here to train an army.” Kit rolled her eyes, chewing the inside of her cheek as she snarled. “Fine. Go back to your office, General.” She crossed her arms and lifted her chin, a glint of defiance in her eyes. “You should know, I reorganized the duties lists while you were out of commission. You had inefficient overlap,” she said, biting out the words before heading down the corridor to go to see the children.

tagging: @henbased @roofgeese @cloudofbutterflies92 @aceghosts @galaxycunt

@unholymilf @wrathfulrook @hookhearted @fourlittleseedlings @mxanigel

@finding-comfort-in-rain @carlosoliveiraa @confidentandgood @afarcry5fromstraight @imogenkol

@inafieldofdaisies @kyber-infinitygems @clicheantagonist @adelaidedrubman @strafethesesinners

@statichvm @josephslittledeputy @marivenah @simplegenius042 @theelderhazelnut

@josephseedismyfather @voidbuggg @direwombat @florbelles @cassieuncaged

@shallow-gravy @cassietrn @strangefable @stacispratt

#wip wednesday #fic: american beasts #oc: kit cross #jacob seed #fc5 #skelly writes

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direwombat · 3 months

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tagged variously by @corvosattano, @inafieldofdaisies, @carlosoliveiraa, and @socially-awkward-skeleton to do these picrews (picrew 1 | picrew 2 | picrew 3) and some uquizzes (linked below)

deputy sybille la roux (fc5) | paola orsini (uncharted) | saoirse monaghan (c*d)

How Fandom Would See You If You Were A Fictional Character

tragic. You're the sympathetic villain who does not-quite-bad-enough-stuff-to-be-hated for a very good reason. And you're redeemed by dying. Everyone's angry about it, you could have had an amazing redemption arc if you lived.

well, fortunately for syb's fictional fanbase, i know how dissatisfying the "redemption via death" is and it's exactly why she lives (despite her best efforts) and reaches that healing arc where she starts facing her sins and making amends rather than wallowing in misery.

which philosophical view are you?

cynicism (ca. 4th century bc). you feel alone; a sickening loneliness that is stuck in your bones. you are proud to be alone, to be the dog. they don't understand you, they never have, you are one of a kind. you yearn to be touched and to be loved, but you do not let yourself have it; if you love, you risk losing it. and you are tired of losing.

How Fandom Would See You If You Were A Fictional Character

mentor. You might not be the main character, but you're still very important. You're the older, or at least wiser one, who guides all those little youngins to victory. They may not always listen to you, but at least they respect you. The fandom looks on you as either a MILF/DILF, the lovable cooky old guy, or the one who really, really needs a break. Maybe all three. Probably all three.

i mean. she was literally a university professor and teacher (altho she was also the kind of instructor who has made students cry, but it usually came from a place of "i know you can do better.")

which philosophical view are you?

mazdakism (late 5th century CE). you are too kind, my friend. too loving, too giving towards people who don't deserve it. at some point you will run out of things to give, and you will start giving pieces of yourself. you wish they would give too; you wish for your selflessness to be repaid, to be acknowledged. but if you never write your name on the card, how will they know the gift came from you?

How Fandom Would See You If You Were A Fictional Character

mom friend. You're the character who carries snacks, who takes care of the rest of the cast. You make sure they eat, stop them from dying, and keep them out of trouble as best you can. and when they do get into trouble, you try your best to get them out of it. Good on you, dude.

*f;lkasjfda;lsdfjkd ok this is a funny result because while saoirse is just as reckless and willing to throw herself into danger as the boys are, she would get mischaracterized by fandom as the mom friend because 1) she is prepared, 2) she's compassionate, and 3) she's a woman. so.

which philosophical view are you?

british empiricism (17th - 18th century BCE). you feel too much and sense too little. no one is ever around when you break, you keep it to yourself. you think they don't notice, but the pain sticks to you like tar and the smell fills every room you enter. but you would never let them hold you, you're afraid it might be contagious.

tagging back for any picrews/uquizes you haven't done yet, and also tagging: @marivenah, @cassietrn, @trench-rot, @harmonyowl, @fourlittleseedlings, @purplehairsecretlair, @aceghosts, @adelaidedrubman, @finding-comfort-in-rain, @voidika, @locustandwildhoney, @testyfestyenthusiast, @strangefable, @alexxmason, @deputyash, @josephslittledeputy, and anyone else wanting to do any of these! (taglist opt in/out)

#woof ok this was a big ol roundup #please enjoy some girls #oc: deputy sybille la roux #oc: paola orsini #oc: saoirse monaghan

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coleblackblood · 15 days

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Fic Masterpost

It was brought to my attention that I don't often post my fics on here, and that might be a good idea. Honestly never did it before cause I'm lazy forgetful didn't think about it for various reasons, but I also now have enough people who are interested in my fics now that I can justify doing so.

(Read: people in the servers - Hiiiii Rooks/People of the Grove!) Hope this helps you find stuff to read! Note: If there's a double asterick on a fic's pairing, that means it's spicy (aka don't read it at work) Last Updated: 5/1/24

Glenwood (CastleAudios ASMR):

Glenwood Musings - General

The (Sometimes Human) Guide to Werewolf Dating - Seer & Evie

Long Day - Ranger

Running Her Mouth - Seer/Beth

Crossed Paths - Multiple Pairings

Knightly Musings - Knight

Ranger's Secret - Claire/Ranger, Seer/Beth (crack fic)

Keep That Pretty Mouth Shut - Dear/Rose

Testing Some Things Out - Seer/Beth**

Cuddle Jealousy - Seer/Beth, Ranger/Claire, Claire & Seer

Cuddle Jealousy (Light Edition) - Seer/Beth, Ranger/Claire, Claire & Seer

The Trials of Being a Southern Lady Simp - Sugar/Miss Liza

Quenching the Flames - Ranger/Claire

Stay Comfy and Culty - Abigail & OC

Omega - Claire/Ranger

A Debt Repaid - Claire & Valera (Past Claire/Valera)

Glenwood Archive - Keep Out (This Means You) - Multi Pairings

Breathe - Claire/Ranger, Beth/Seer, Knight/Evie, Pack (individual chapters)

Glenwood Shoots Their Shot - Multi Pairings**

5 Times Seer Begged and 1 Time They Didn't Have To (But Did Anyway) - Seer/Beth**

Rest Day - Dear/Abby/Rose

The Gratest Competition - Claire/Ranger (Crack fic)

Something Borrowed - Beth/Seer, Beth & Joanna/Her Mom

Good Enough - Dear/Abby/Rose

Cookies - Ranger/Claire

(B)romance? - Multiple Pairings (Knight/Seer focus)

Rest Day Part 2 - Dear/Abby/Rose**

The Taste of Hunger and Time - Sugar/Miss Liza

Too Serious, Too Quick - Sugar/Miss Liza, Sugar & Celine

Ashwood Grove (Will o' the Wisp Audios):

Life at Ashwood Grove University - Sparks

Electric Sparks - Sparks/Char

Friendly Reminders - Sparks/Eri

Head Empty - Sparks/Eri**

Denim-Clad Goddamn - Monroe/Sugar**

Gotta Make Your Own Fun - Monroe/Sugar

Give Her Something Else to Put Her Lips On (Respectfully) - Grey/Troublemaker

The Omegaverse Fic Nobody Asked For (Version 1) - Omega!Ashton/Alpha!Jackass**

The Omegaverse Fic Nobody Asked For (Version 2) - Alpha!Ashton/Omega!Jackass**

Round Two - Char/Eri/Shae/Sparks**

Starstruck - Char/Sparks

Beastly - Noir/Aries**

Ashwood Grove Explains the Omegaverse - Multiple** (Crack)

Closet Quickie - Alpha!Noir/Omega!Aries**

Willpower - Sunshine/Morgan**

Far Cry 5:

Far Cry 5 (Soulmates AU) - Deputy/Seeds

Far Cry 5 Ficlets - Multiple

Kinktober**:

Far Cry 5 Drabbles - Kinktober 2022

FC5 Kinktober 2022 (Series - each day a separate fic)

Kinktober 2023 - Glenwood Edition

Kinktober 2023 - Ashwood Edition

#fics #my fics #my writing #glenwood #ashwood grove #castleaudios #will o' the wisp audios #masterpost #far cry 5

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lulu2992 · 10 months

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thank you for your posts! they've been super helpful in understanding far cry 5 lore better. if you don't mind, i have a lore question; i've seen people claiming that the faith seed in the game killed her predecessor (in the cult, not joseph's wife), and other people claiming that joseph and/or john killed her. do you know if there's anything in fc5 that says or implies who killed the former faith?

You’re welcome! I’m glad you enjoy my posts :)

People who claim that Faith killed her predecessor have probably played the Far Cry 6 Collapse DLC. In that game, she explains she pushed the previous Faith off the statue of Joseph and that’s how she took her place in the cult. It was her test, the “leap of faith” she talks about in Far Cry 5, but according to the DLC, she didn’t actually jump.

Technically, she isn’t really the one telling this story because everything Joseph experiences in Collapse is a creation of the Voice and/or his tortured mind. Still, even though he’s upset when “Faith” says what she did, it’s more in a “don’t remind me of my mistakes” way than in a “stop telling lies” way, I think, so it seems it’s supposed to be true and not Joseph/the Voice distorting the facts.

The problem is that this was never mentioned in Far Cry 5 and that the DLC has a different writing team. It’s still official, and to some people that’s enough to make it canon, but to me it’s not, and I’ve noted too many inconsistencies to consider it a reliable source of information. It was also Collapse that “revealed” Joseph’s wife was the first, original Faith Seed, but this was never mentioned anywhere before, either; she didn’t have a name in Far Cry 5.

So it’s not really wrong to say Faith killed her predecessor because it’s the story officially told in Collapse, but it’s not what Far Cry 5 said, so I don’t consider this canon (it’s just my opinion, though). Maybe the DLC’s writers felt they had to explain how she survived jumping off the statue because they thought it would have killed her (even though we know the leap of faith isn’t always lethal)...

In Far Cry 5, there unfortunately is almost no information about what happened to the other Faiths. We just know there were at least two, Lana and Selena, and that, according to the author of the “Grieving Note”, Lana died and her body was disposed of at the Horned Serpent Cave. It seems it was then Selena who replaced her and that she was the predecessor of the current Faith, Rachel, but her whereabouts are unknown.

The note “A Confession” implies the Faith who wrote it was afraid of Joseph’s reaction if he found out that her devotion to the Project was “plagued by doubt”, so that suggests he might be at least partly responsible for her presumed demise. That said, no one clearly explains anything and the previous Faiths are barely mentioned, so we can only speculate about what exactly became of them. The Father says Rachel “was not the first”, and he must know the truth about her predecessors, but we don’t.

As for John being the murderer of the former Faith(s), I guess it’s not completely improbable since we can imagine anything, but there’s zero evidence he was directly involved in whatever happened.

#I’ll never not be surprised by how little we know #was it a subplot they wanted to expand and kind of scrapped?#did they just run out of time or did they not like it anymore?#I don’t think it’s super consistent with who joseph is but we know he used to be shadier in early stages of development #so what is still true?#who were these women?#where are they?#why do we only have two notes and not more people saying things like ‘huh that’s weird faith’s face is different’?#also ‘selena’ was going to be the current faith’s real name instead of ‘rachel’#so was their original plan to only have one previous faith?#still the same questions #far cry 5 #faith seed #rachel not jessop #joseph seed #john seed #he’s capable of killing someone yeah #especially for joseph because he’d do anything for him I think #but claiming he did that is a wild guess #far cry 5 spoilers #far cry 6 collapse spoilers #joseph collapse spoilers

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blissfulalchemist · 7 months

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Which Hozier Song is Your OC

Hello I have come back from the abyss to of course do this uquiz. Thank you @corvosattano for tagging me. I tried to do as many ocs as I could manage (it ended up being 12 so my bad) and then included a lyric that I felt related to the oc(s) so apologies for the length. Sending tags out to @belorage @florbelles @unholymilf @adelaidedrubman @heroofpenamstan @confidentandgood @strafethesesinners @deputyash @leviiackrman @jackiesarch @shallow-gravy @shellibisshe and uh anyone else that wants to!

Anthea (ffxiv/bg3)

Wasteland, Baby! it's the end of the world, but the beginning of something that will outlive us all. you might like my tag #growing through solastalgia on tumblr. just because the world is falling apart doesn't mean we can't find peace.

"And the day that we'll watch the death of the sun/That the cloud and the cold and those jeans you have on/Then you'll gaze unafraid as they sob from the city roofs"

Catlina Rojas, Carly (fc5, bloodlines/ffxiv)

NFWMB oh, it is a privilege to be loved by you. you'd break the world for the person you love. we all want a love like that, i think. we all want such utter devotion. save it for someone who deserves it, though, because not everyone does.

"If I was born as a blackthorn tree/I'd wanna be felled by you/Held by you/Fuel the pyre of your enemies"

Siberite Akagane (ffxiv)

Abstract (Psychopomp) i mean, the world is so broken. and yet it's so beautiful it makes you want to cry. what can you even do with a feeling like this?

"Darling, there's a part of me/I'm afraid will always be/Trapped within an abstract from a moment of my life/The weeds up through the concrete/The traffic picking up speed/All my love and terror/Balanced there between those eyes"

Demos Reyes, Conner Enache (ffxiv, bloodlines/ffxiv)

Would That I morning dew, shifting grass, foxglove growing by an old fence post. woods, thick and old. and then: the joyful spark of a flame. i hope you get to lie down in a dewy field sometime soon.

"True that I saw her hair like the branch of a tree/A willow dancing on air before covering me/Under cotton and calicoes/Over canopy dapple long ago"

Sahar Mahin (m*rvel)

Francesca "i would do it again." honestly this song changed my life. i hope the people you love are worth suffering for.

"Darling, I would do it again, ah, ah/If I could hold you for a minute/Darling, I'd go through it again, ah, ah/I would still be surprised I could find you, darling/In any life"

Stasia (bloodlines/ffxiv)

Eat Your Young you have strong feelings about the state of the world. i like your passion. plus, you know how to boogie to songs that would disturb your grandma if she listened to the lyrics too closely, which is always a plus. is cannibalism a red flag?

"Honey, I'm making sure the table's made/We can celebrate the good that we've done/I won't lie, if there's something still to take/There is ground to break, whatever's still to come"

Azatae (dnd/bg3)

It Will Come Back why is it so hard to stay away? you might have a tendency to get addicted. and it makes sense. if you've always been starving, then any scraps look like a feast. but you really do deserve better than this. i hope you treat yourself with kindness.

"I know who I am when I'm alone/I'm something else when I see you/You don't understand, you should never know/How easy you are to need"

HK (dnd/bg3)

Work Song i wrote a poem about this one once! devotion and the way it crushes you. the way it saves you. sometimes the only thing that can save your life is having someone to live for. and sometimes when you've found that person you would do impossible things to stay by their side. i like the way no grave can hold your body down. it's neat.

"I didn't care much how long I lived/But I swear I thought I dreamed her/She never asked me once about the wrong I did"

Chance Ruicknar (fc5)

From Eden you might like the game slither.io. also, you're a bop. have you seen Good Omens? there's this snake demon you might really enjoy.

"Babe/There's something lonesome about you/Something so wholesome about you/Get closer to me/No tired sighs, no rolling eyes, no irony/No 'who cares', no vacant stares, no time for me"

Lizette Rojas (fc5)

In a Week have you ever thought about the fact that you have to kill other things in order to keep yourself alive? whether plant, animal, bacteria, or fungus, you're always killing things in order to eat. and in return, when you die, they'll get to eat you. the feast has begun.

"I have never known peace/Like the damp grass that yields to me/I have never known hunger/Like these insects that feast on me/A thousand teeth/And yours among them, I know"

#head still buzzing from seeing him live just a week ago so i am just !!!!!#but anyway the kids got some good good government assigned hozier songs #Shout out to Cat and Carly getting the same result so proud of soft tiny girl #Liz is interesting but you know what considering what could have happened if mom and dad hadn't shown up.....its fair #every time thea gets something about the end of the world i just :'))) because wow that really impacted you didnt it baby girl #tag games

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simplegenius042 · 9 months

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WIP Wednesday

Tagged by no one. For I am the one doing the tagging!

Tagging: @socially-awkward-skeleton @strangefable @direwombat @adelaidedrubman @shallow-gravy @wrathfulrook @snake-in-the-garden @alwayssunnyinedensgate @gaeadene @chazz-anova @cassietrn @josephslittledeputy @josephseedismyfather @voidika @poisonedtruth @detectivelokis @henbased @purplehairsecretlair @g0dspeeed @inafieldofdaisies and @vampireninjabunnies-blog + anyone else who wants to join.

Sharing two WIPs. The first is of chapter two of the Jurassic World Before The Storm fic, chapter one of which will be released in SIX days now, while the other WIP is of my FC5 fic Silva's Hope.

Here's the snippet of my Jurassic World WIP below:

“Now that introductions have been made, it’s best to get moving to cover more time for the day,” the woman, Zara, replies.

Joaquin didn’t need to look up at Lisa to know an annoyed scowl was in the midst of forming. Cautiously, he reached out a hand to her crossed arms, a gentle weight on them.

When she shifted her attention to him, the scowl had left, replaced with her soft gaze of hazel acknowledging the nervousness in his small brown eyes.

The eye-contact did not last long, for Joaquin strained to keep hold of the tender look he knew Lisa struggled to share even in her happiest moods. The comfort he should feel turned into distress as she kept staring at him. Overwhelmed and not wanting to have a “panic” in public, Joaquin broke the direct contact and looked away.

Joaquin disliked the prolonged action, how it rubbed him the wrong way when others stared at him for longer than he felt was necessary. Especially when the look into his eyes like they’re searching for some hidden secret. Made him feel sick, like if butterflies were flapping around in his belly.

He also felt as if he had done wrong against Lisa. It wasn’t her fault; his “anxieties”, his “shyness”, his “meek nature”. Just like her “happy moods” and “sad moods” weren’t within her control. His sister was aware of his skittishness, he knew that, and best of all never shunned him for it.

But he sometimes wished that he could give Lisa the comfort she deserved to have.

With her focus no longer on him, Joaquin heard Lisa conversing with Zara once more, much to his relief.

“Ms Dearing had agreed she’d meet us in person,” Lisa gritted out with renewed patience, “What changed?”

“Ms Dearing has been held up by unfinished affairs,” Zara replied, a small smile tugging at her lips as she softly shook her head fondly, “But nothing has changed. I will tour you through the park and show where you will be staying.”

Joaquin saw Lisa’s crossed hands clenching tightly. He also saw Lisa chewing her cheek in contemplation.

Hopefully she doesn’t bite it too hard again, he worried privately, and was unable to stop the stray thought as more came with it, Too hard and her sore might reopen. Then blood would pour out. And she’d be in pain, red slipping out, and he wouldn’t know what to do! She would get an infection, and the carers would come back and take him away from her and he’d be left alone without his sister, and she would be left without him, and it would be all his fault-!

Joaquin snapped out of the rapidly growing panicked thoughts as Zara’s voice speared through the air, looking towards the older woman, who had received no acknowledgement or response from his sister, “Will that be alright, Ms Cobalt?”

Joaquin barely heard the teeth-clenched confirmation from his undoubtedly agitated sister, “Just dandy.”

The agitation seemed to not bother Zara, or maybe it flew over her head, it was hard to tell.

“Wonderful. If you would kindly follow me to the monorail, I believe we can make it to the great lunch specials,” Zara spoke with a pleased and jovial voice. Though that could just be her music that seemed lay on her voice.

Zara turned tail and started walking towards the monorail station. Lisa and Joaquin glanced to one another, the former failing to contain her annoyance, the latter waiting for his sister's next move as he recovered from his own frenzied menagerie of anxious thoughts.

And here's a snippet of Silva's Hope (again this is under heavy development, this is just what I feel confident with so far, even if it the final product might be different):

"So," Kamski's voice returned from the static of the walkie talkie, finally arriving at the topic of importance, "Were you hired?"

Silva sipped again on the hot liquid of her brewed coffee, undeterred by the strong smell tingling her nose. She had gotten used to it.

Brushing a strand of dark hair back, Silva pressed the button and relayed the news she knew Kamski was dreading to hear, "I had been. Answered questions, kept to the story, no problems occurred. Interview went on without a hitch. Sheriff said I begin at the week's end."

Silence befell the kitchen, the lamps strewn throughout Silva's home now the only source of lights left to illuminate the rooms. She made her way to the maroon couch, seating herself in the middle. She brought the mug to her lips once more as Kamski made his reply.

"Not that I don't trust your judgement Silva, but are you sure you should be interacting with the locales Americanos? They can be quite... divisive."

Kamski's voice was steady as he spoke, but Silva could pick up the underlying hints of worry underneath the gruffness. Despite this, she could not hold back an amused snort at his words, "And we've never been?"

"You know what I mean Silva," Kamski responded, tone stern and serious, "This isn't la Minas. The community can be unpredictable if they acquire certain information."

Gulping down the last of her coffee, Silva settled the mug on the table before countering, "And this isn't the Archipiélagos either, Kamski. You and I are more likely to die in an automobile accident because we got distracted looking at something new, shiny and different before anyone decides to aim a weapon at either one of us for petty and meaningless mierda."

Kamski grunted over the transmitter, and Silva exhaled a breath out. This had been a common back-and-forth. It wasn't unwarranted, especially with two of the worst tragedies Silva's ever faced years prior. But Silva had been tired of it. The grief. The anger. The empty loneliness.

#fic: jurassic world before the storm #jurassic world #oc: joaquin cobalt #oc: lisa cobalt #zara young #the untitledverse #the perfect storm saga #wip: silva's hope #far cry the silver chronicles #far cry 5 #oc: silva omar #oc: kamski neon #wip wednesday

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reinelefey · 6 months

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.... Those who know me know I am OBSESSED with a few franchises. (Actually they're almost all Ubisoft games, too... Lmao! Or Bethesda.)

That being said!! I love tattoos. Love. Them.

Ever since I've lost this weight that I've lost, I've been trying to love my body. And I think a part of that for me is having art on my skin. Having the things I love on my body.

So. Something I've wanted for a WHILE is the Assassin's symbol on my ring finger of my left hand, the abstergo symbol on the back of my neck, right under my hairline, (used to be the DH, But I'm not putting ANY more marks of that woman's work on my body. I already have one, and want it lasered off. But my EDS is doing god's work, and it's fading.) And more recently I've been debating on something from FC5.

But here's the thing. The ONLY things my brain wants are either an Eden's Gate cross, which. Why? I am NOT any flavour of xtian?? Is it the irony?

Or.

The wrath tattoo. BUT. Here's the caveat to that. It is going ON my collarbone. The word would ride my collarbone. And. When my EDS finishes doing the other work of god it's doing for my body, and shrinks all my extra skin back down, I want. Nay. Need. The lower tummy lust tattoo. I do not think you understand. I have lost the amount of weight needed to make my ass /see/ my musculature. And there's. So much more under there than I knew. And I am. About to make that everyone's problem. But like. Here's the thing

If I GET THE WRATH TATTOO. I'm COMMITTED. like. I'm commiting to getting the lust tattoo later on. It's a package deal. I might get some other sins too. I think it'll help with a lot of the religious trauma. But like. What do I get first?? Is the EG cross weird? I feel like it's weird.

Also.

It would be my first tattoo in a place that I generally do not cover.

Besides the one on my wrist, but literally people I've worked with for multiple years have missed that one.

So like. It'll be my first one frequently on display

And I'll have to explain that

Might give a different answer every time for funsies. But like. Okay. No, I am absolutely getting the wrath tattoo. Just gotta decide... If I want it like That™

#hush elizabeth #ramblings #tattoo thoughts #im GETTING IT. I WANT IT #one collarbone will say wrath and the other wOULD say lust. but. im dead set on that Joseph Seed tummy and that tattoo gives me the excuse

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mean-scarlet-deceiver · 2 years

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Hello! I love your blog and I was just wondering if you had any LGBT+ headcanons for Pride Month?

Happy Pride 🌈

Hmm, let me tackle human characters first.

Earl of Norramby is gay. Obviously.

Nancy is bi and demi.

Also... in classic "at first I was joking, but now I really like it" fashion… I HC the first Fat Controller as trans.

No one ever named their child Topham Hatt OK????

But a sufficiently ballsy dude might choose it if they were forming a new legal identity. And we know Hatt I was ballsy indeed. He stole everything that his neighbors didn't have nailed down and some things they did. He bricked up a gauntletted line even though it shut down his railway. He told the LMS to pound sand. He drained Tidmouth despite the fishermen wanting his head on a platter. You'd have to be a VERY strong personality to be such a successful, powerful transman in the early 1900s but you'd have to be a strong personality to be him anyway???? I'm serious. An ADHD transman with zero chill who literally made his own world. I'm tempted to write a fic of the Young Topham days, who knows. Those old British schoolgirls could be tough birds and I love reading their bits whenever they break through conventional history. I like to think the first Lady Hatt used to be a roommate of him at the girls' school they attended. Jane probably helped him the night he ran away to get a job at the GWR shops. And then maybe she didn't see him again until after he transitioned and became successful and he wooed her for a little while before the reveal that it was her old friend, Euphemia or whoever.

And Jane was soooo pissed off. (Luckily she was also in love.)

I also absolutely adore the idea of an FC5 (not sure Richard will ever get a chance to be FC4, at this rate) who is a woman. But butch. Everyone calls her "sir" but she is also she.

Okay, vehicles! This is where I've hesitated, unsure if I can make myself clear.

I don't particularly vibe with putting human gender and sexual labels on them.

This is not because I want to erase or minimize the diversity of human gender and sexuality.

It's because they are not human.

I mean, okay, I do have my old 'conversion AU,' so I do mentally play around with them as human every so often—to catch most readers up, my notion was that sometime within the 2020s-2040s a large portion of our cast is turned into humans as a fancy alternative to maintaining or retiring them as engines. But even in this AU the whole point is that they adjust to being human but are still rather 'alien', so, like many fans, I kinda take it that they are pansexual by default. There are some more specific things, though (incomplete because, again, I don't think of my human AU very often, so I still have a lot of question marks):

Thomas, I think, would be aromantic

Bertie -> also aro

Edward -> intersex (specifically XX male)

Henry -> gay gay homosexual gay

Gordon -> some sort of greyscale but also he has no clue about this and pursues (straight) dating because it's the 'normal' thing to do (good luck, dude)

James -> will figure out his human gender identity only if given another hundred years to experiment

Percy -> fine with identifying as male but also quite gnc

Toby -> straight and demisexual

Duck -> agender

Stepney -> nonbinary

Donald -> asexual spectrum (unlike Gordon he does know this about himself)

Emily -> lesbian lesbian homosexual lesbian

Philip -> multigender

Harold -> pan. i know i said pan is kind of the default for ex-vehicles but Harold merits a special mention for being, uhh. how shall we say. very sex-positive. a big gallant flirt.

But, again, I'm not too interested in forcing myself to figure out everyone's full identity profile in my human AU because I find the concept of 'gender' and 'sexuality' in them as trains to be far more interesting.

From a creative standpoint, it's actually a lot of fun to play them 'straight' but to use their experiences to explore the whole concept of gender, to push the idea of sexuality to its limits, and also to play around with metaphors for human identities...

Again I know it looks like LGBT erasure but, well. It feels very queer to me.

Here's some of how I see engine gender history. The allegory to real-life stuff is not intentional; it just sort of naturally sprung up when I played around:

At the period (RWS) canon begins, the normal, "natural" order of things is for an engine to be romantically bonded with their coaches.

This very much has a similar status to human heterosexual marriage. It appears to have the seal of tradition. It's acceptable. It's expected. In general (subject to the approval of your manager) it's allowed. (Yes, there is the obvious difference that the union is between one engine and several coaches but it was rare that the convention was for you to exclusively commit to one among the rest. Basically... harem culture I guess.)

If you were built to privilege—if you actually had some coaches you regularly handled, and you did feel this sort of special bond with them—then you might fail to have any occasion to start asking some otherwise very... obvious questions.

Such as:

What if you and your coaches despise each other?

What if you develop particular feelings about just one or two of 'your' coaches, which are increasingly impossible to hide? Like... do you have to?

What if you feel absolutely neutral about your coaches, but your firebox starts to burn with the heat of a thousand suns when you catch sight of that smart tank engine runabout at the end of the line?

What if your line is so big and busy that you don't have coaches that you pull 'regularly'?

What if your railway grows so big that you hardly see any coaches consistently?

What if you are strictly a goods engine and you've only ever exchanged five words in your life with any coach? Okay, so you're just... condemned through no choice of your own to solitude and abstinence, with no hope of happiness? Sounds like horseshit, doesn't it?...

... Say, what's this whisper you hear from the old wheels that fifty years ago the managers didn't approve of these kinds of relationships? That Back In the Day this sort of romantic attachment that is now considered 'the norm' was actually considered scandalous and beyond the pale? What?

'Fifty years' is just an average; different regions and railways progressed at different rates. But, in general, the earliest period of rail history saw an insistence that Useful Engines don't have any such attachments at all. For all its pomp and status, the model of 'passenger engine and coaches' was itself considered quite unnatural before it won acceptance.

But for a good period circa 1900 it was The Thing That Was Done. It became the norm by which rail romances are still rather judged. And it's telling: although humans tended to assign engines human gender (at first usually female; as the idea of a romantic bond between engine and carriages became normalized, humans started to see their engines as male, in a reflection of human marriage), probably the best analogue for vehicular gender remains type. Powered vehicles are one gender; unpowered stock is another. There are also gradiations within those two poles, of course.

And, when freed from human surveillance and control, vehicle sexuality tends to express its preferences in that way. So, to take engines: They very rarely give a rat's ass as to whether a potential mate is male, female, nonbinary, whatever. They recognize the distinctions among themselves but they are seldom relevant in matters of attraction ever, really. Instead, an engine might have an attraction to rolling stock or other engines (or of course both! but 'both' is definitely not a given). Then, within those categories, they are very likely to instinctively be attracted to a subcategory pool based on vehicle type.

I feel like I should give examples but I actually feel more comfortable using my OCs to illustrate:

Joscelyn — a female engine who is attracted to coaches exclusively (she is also absolutely terrible at forming any such connections so she is effectively maidenless)

Skimmer — a male engine who is attracted to both coaches and other engines. This does saddle him with the stereotype of being kind of slutty. (I mean he is kind of slutty but he is judged as such based on his 'sexuality' rather than his actual history.)

Poppet — at the risk of spoilers... she is attracted exclusively to trucks and lorries (which, in her era and culture, is definitely one of the more transgressive "sexualities" for an engine!)

Lizbet (she was formerly Lillibet but I didn't realise at the time how that nickname is not quite so rare and quirky for Brits as it is for us) — attracted to other engines exclusively (which—of course!—means m, f, and nb engines; no meaningful difference from an engine PoV). She is old enough that this 'inversion' caused her significant trouble with her humans back in her day. (She never exactly repented, albeit she did act circumspectly to preserve her friendships with the engines she lived with.)

Araby — male engine who has a hopeless thing for ships. When he worked a landlocked railway this didn't matter. When he was sent to Sodor for a while... oof! did our boy have an awakening...

Columbine (this is a real-life engine, of course) — the equivalent of human 'pansexuality'; she is potentially attracted to anything with wheels

Coppernob (same; sue me) — the loco equivalent of 'asexual'. He does know how to play the role of gallant beau to lovely coaches (which he had to learn late—it wasn't tolerated on the F.R. during his first couple of decades) but I reckon he just thought everyone played it as a role and will be endlessly baffled as engines over the years assert their rights to form bonds with each other because why do you all care about this so much? it was just a bit we had to do for a while for respectability... innit?

Because a vehicle's build is essentially their "gender," that means that I have long kind of viewed rebuilds as having strong metaphorical ties to gender reassignment!

Absolutely horrifying when imposed upon you against your will, of course.

But I imagine there are lots of cases where it wasn't. You can usually tell by whether or not the engine (or whatever) thrived after the rebuild. While I consider 'human AU' Henry to be cis, I read 'engine' Henry's history as very much a trans allegory: he was originally made wrong. I mean his builder canonically had no idea what he was doing! The form he got later at Crewe at last made him into himself. There are plenty of real-life cases that I like to see as similar in an RWS universe. The SECR 'Rivers' had endless problems and angst in their original form; being converted into tender engines felt right for them. Some of them had been consciously eating their heart out wanting such an impossible change for years. The 'Queen Mary' type brakevans I consider to be similar, or at least some of them: unhappy as locomotives, never really feeling right as an engine, perhaps even pestering the engineers for ages to make them into brakevans...

Of course, I don't consider all such transitions to be successful. Some engines, like poor No. 62768 of the LNER., found themselves much unhappier after their rebuild (he was just chosen at random when he was in the shop for repairs, it's not like he wanted it!) Then there are situations like the GWR autotanks who were given panelling to disguise their locomotive nature so they could pass as coaches. Do I read this as cross-dressing, or a sort of cosmetic transition? You bet I do! 😇

Can an engine be assigned a human gender but later determine that it was given to them in error? I mean, it's possible and it happens that engines choose a new human gender but it's quite rare, rarer by far than in humans. They are much more preoccupied with the engine dimensions of their identity. What is much more common is actually what I suppose we'd consider genderfluid or multigender: Various owners (or, if they are unnamed, drivers) over the course of their career might assign them different genders and in virtually all cases the engine (to forgive the pun) rolls with it, untroubled by being a 'he' one decade, a 'she' the next, and perhaps later again being a 'he' even while he answers to the name Lady Eleanor or whatever. To them human gender is very arbitrary and they tend to be perfectly content to just go with it. Often they wish to choose their own name, but even very early in their lives their builders or owners have already gendered them and they seldom care to change that because, again. That bit is all very arbitrary and meaningless to them. The humans seldom treat their engines differently no matter what gender is assigned and therefore the engine sees little distinction.

Soooo, yeah. As for some of our characters, well... this is also very unformed and embryonic still, but...

I do think a lot of our classic lads would have thought they had No Romantic Feelings Whatsoever. Some genuinely were! Neville and Donald spring to mind (Donald is also Duck’s queerplatonic partner, natch.) But for most of them, this was just because they didn't care for coaches, nor indeed other engines of their own type.

However, I reckon as the decades went on their complacency was shattered. (I call it complacency not because acephobia isn't a thing but because for engines in this universe 'asexual' would be considered a positive trait. Useful Engines Don't and all that. So there is some privilege there.) For instance, Thomas may find that he is attracted to non-rail vehicles? And Percy definitely has a thing for flying vehicles, poor chap... (Percy also has long been comfortably attracted to engines, coaches, and ships too. But whirlybirds, man. Kinda ruined/enhanced his life.) James and Gordon found that they weren't "above" such ridiculous things as "playing at" love; they were just diesel-sexual. Henry liked other engines for a long time, so he is open to steam and diesel; he did however get knocked through a loop of his own within this century when he encountered his first electric car and was absolutely useless for the two hours afterwards...

Anyway. God it's late and I hope this makes sense. In any case I don't see the engines as 'gay' or 'straight' or whatever but I do think they have as much gender and sexuality diversity as we humans do; in fact they probably have a good deal more! I also think that they have had a long struggle for most of these identities to be accepted. So they get it. And, most of all, engines would absolutely not understand homophobia at all. Human gender is such an arbitrary thing! Why anyone would get so hung up on policing something like that is baffling to them. They are keen to be of service to all humans, they really love seeing all humans happy, and apart from that they don't have any opinions on humans' peculiar romantic or sexual lives (they barely understand what human sex is!)

Now, how humans board trains or polish an engine or mend their fences or behave in any way even remotely connected to the running of their railway or yard... well, that they have opinions on. Strong opinions. That they will argue with you about. That matters. ;)

#chatter #ttte #ttte headcanon #ttte analysis #priorities on the island of sodor #the railway series #the fat controller #it's way too late i'm not tagging all those characters (:#happy pride 🌈#long post #i would apologize for taking so long but actually you getting an answer in less than a month is probably a record for me #thank you for the ask <3

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necro-hamster · 1 year

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once again i am wishing that fc5 had humanized the cult a bit more; obviously a good handful of them are just aggressively violent people using this as an excuse to kill/hurt folks, but like... edens gate is massive. don't you think there'd be some people in the ranks who aren't okay with this? who freak the fuck out when they're told to pick up a gun and start killing anyone who doesn't submit? yeah, again, there are clearly some nasty violent people doing this for the sake of bloodlust, but i would argue that there's probably people on the resistance doing the same exact thing. you get a violent conflict like this with so many people involved, you're gonna get some crazy motherfuckers who have wanted to kill people for a while. what about the people who put their foot down and say 'no, i'm not killing people, it's not what god would want no matter what joseph says'? there's got to be some. there's got to be people who were too scared to say as much and ran away instead. there's got to be some people in the cult who were too scared to run, but were trying their hardest to be kind and gentle with the folks being forced into this.

cults are, at their base, vulnerable people being taken advantage of, not a bunch of violent crazy brainwashed freaks -- and even then, there is genuine brainwashing that happens in the cult. don't you think that more ppl would be hesitant to kill folks who are LITERALLY bring forced into this? ppl who might be their friends or family? and that's not even touching on the angels my god. like idk i just feel like the cultists are generally portrayed as 100% Killer Freaks Who Should Die when that realistically would not be the case. idk just feels like a missed opportunity

#kris.txt #far cry 5 #fc5

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deputy-morgan-malone · 1 year

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What Would Your OC’s Role on a Pirate Ship be?

Hello.

I know I’m super behind on a lot of quizzes I was tagged in - reblogging them or doing them myself - but I found this one a while back and I really enjoyed it and really liked the result I got for Morgan. I haven’t seen it on anyone else’s blog so I thought I’d post it, and have something to offer the fandom. Was going to do this on Morgan’s birthday, but alas, but figured why not share anyway? It’s a long-ish quiz, but the questions are pretty fun and characterful.

Travel out to sea and I will tell you your role on a pirate ship

No pressure tagging: @strafethesesinners, @adelaidedrubman, @zakryah, @aceghosts, @ishwaris, @josephslittledeputy, @socially-awkward-skeleton, @direwombat, @poetikat, @unholymilf, @florbelles, @marivenah, @detectivelokis, @statichvm, @deputyash, @voidika, @fourlittleseedlings, @hopelesscounty, @inafieldofdaisies, @derelictheretic, @beautiful-delirium, @vampireninjabunnies-blog, @jacobsneed, @shallow-gravy, @turbo-virgins, @shellibisshe, @driftwoodskeleton, @minilev, @redreart, @perhapsrampancy, @kittiofdoom, @captastra, @roofgeese, @cobb-vanthss, @jackiesarch and @i-am-the-balancing-point

That’s everyone I can see following me that I think has OCs - sorry if I’ve missed anyone out or tagged someone who doesn’t have one! And again, no pressure at all, I just liked this one and thought others might like it too. And anyone else who sees this and likes it but isn’t tagged, consider this an open tag too :)

Deputy Morgan Malone (FC5)

The Navigator

Honestly, the daily monotony of rigging and deck and rope has never appealed to you. When you went to sea, it was for one reason and one reason alone - to fill in the blank spaces on the maps you spent hours poring over. Here there be dragons, but dragons are a myth; your quest is to find out what's really there. Down in the map room is where you spend your days, among parchment and ink, charting every inlet and bay you dock at, naming the nameless uninhabited islands you find. When the captain needs a bearing, you jump to it, and guide the ship through rocks and storms and narrow straits. By night, you are out on deck watching the stars, taking in the constellations and charting their courses. Nobody knows these waters better than you - if someone blindfolded you and abandoned you on a rock in the open sea, you would find your way home in a heartbeat. Every captain clamours for your expertise. But you will only sign on with the boldest, the hardiest, those who dare adventure to the places the map does not name. This world is a vast and life-filled thing. You will not rest until you have seen every inch of it.

#given that i think of morgan as an explorer and curious and adventurous and a bit of an adrenaline junkie #plus as a bookworm and someone *very* good at taking care of themselves even in dire straits and as a good guide for other people #if necessary #PLUS the reference to stars (because obviously)#i looooove this result for her #quiz results #uquiz #tag games

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ladyknightskye · 7 months

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:: pounds furiously on the door to you wall & holds out a bag ::

TRICK OR TREAT?!👻🍫

I think this is a treat but you might think it’s a trick. Here have a comedic outtake from one of my FC5 fics ~

Jacob’s first call was to Joseph. “I have the Deputy.”

“. . . Didn’t you have her already?”

Jacob laughed to himself. “No, Joe, I have the Deputy. She’s mine.”

“Jacob, I’m still not entire -“ Joseph’s voice cut off. “She’s joined you?”

“She didn’t kill Eli,” Jacob replied, looking out of the window into the mountains. “In fact she wanted me to kill her.”

There was a beat of silence from Joseph’s end. “And you showed her mercy.”

Jacob clenched his jaw. “Her sacrifice is her life. I’m taking it, but I’m not killing her.”

Joseph chuckled softly. “Do you desire her, Jacob?”

Sometimes he forgot how damn perceptive Joe could be. “Yes. She isn’t Weak.”

“I will be there with Faith and John in four hours.”

Jacob snorted. “Why?” He took a sip of his canteen.

“Why, to celebrate the wedding of course.”

Thankfully, Jacob spewed his water towards the window and not towards the extensive, and expensive, bank of radio equipment he was seated at. “What?”

Oh and have a sweet too I guess!

#ladyknightrambles #silliness #happy halloween

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wrathfl · 11 months

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✉ ・ │𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆・@badtrigger

❛ so, you gonna tell me why you’re here, or are we just gonna pretend this isn’t super weird? ❜ // vaas, fc5 verse

MERCY FROZE, CAUGHT OFF GUARD BY THE SUDDEN VOICE OF A STRANGER. She was so focused on stealing the cargo she hadn't even noticed him until it was too late. She turned slowly, bracing herself for the worst. Now seeing who was standing before her, Mercy held up her hands in surrender but still managed to flash a mischievous grin at the one and only - Vaas Montenegro . She heard a little about him from Eli but never meet him in person.

" Okay...you got me. " Mercy admitted with a sigh. " I'm here on behalf of the Whitetail military. " Mercy said confidently, staring into his eyes. " Look, I know we're not exactly on the same side here. " Mercy continued earnestly, still hoping that somehow she might be able to convince him to aid their cause. " But I think we both know you wouldn't say no to having another customer now and then."

She took a step closer towards him, keeping her hands where he could see them. Even though she was trembling, slightly with fear and adrenaline, there was also something fierce and determined behind her eyes." How about we make a deal ? " She asked boldly after a momentary pause. " We both scratch each other's backs here...you let this little incident slide, sell a few guns and maybe I can do you a favour down the line?"

#・ ❪ ❀ ❫ › verse 01 : hear my voice and thunder of bullets ┊》 fc5 .#・ ❪ ❀ ❫ › r : What is this not fun anymore?┊》 badtrigger #[ don't kill her too quickly she's just a jester ]#badtrigger #・❪ ❀ ❫ › mailbox .

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socially-awkward-skeleton · 2 years

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Thanks for the tag @funkypoacher

tagging: @strafethesesinners @beautiful-delirium @schoute @thomrainer @roofgeese @ashren @kirjanikv6ilill anyone else who has something to share. Feel free to tag me!

So I've started playing around with a werewolf au for FC5. I've already posted a snippet on AO3 for writer's month but I'm having fun with the idea and other folks seem to be interested as well so I figured I should continue with it:

Earl stormed through the office, his face dragged down into a sour expression, his cup of coffee still steaming. The bags under his eyes were deep. Kit wondered if he’d been there all night, she’d seen him last evening still at his desk when she was off the clock.

“Cross, Hudson, Pratt – my office, now.”

There was no point standing around when Whitehorse was in a mood like this. He was usually well-mannered, perhaps a little stony, but otherwise he was pleasant enough as a boss. The three deputies marched into his office, Joey and Staci taking seats in the chairs in front of his desk while Kit stood off to the side.

"Bodies washed up on the shore of Adelaide’s marina again. She’s convinced it’s the Seeds, they seem to be the ones who most people blame these days whenever something doesn’t go their way.”

“Does she have any proof?” Joey asked leaning forward in her seat. She rested her chin on the back of her hands as her elbows pressed into her lap.

“No. We still don’t have any either.”

“Sir?” Kit had a confused look on her face, she’d been left out of the loop on this one and felt very out of place all of a sudden.

“Sorry, Cross, keep forgetting you haven’t been here that long. We’ve had a string of bodies, sometimes just parts washing up on the shore of the Henbane for the last few years. Some of them coincide with the missing people’s reports we’ve been getting. Others don’t. ”

Kit pushed off from the wall, her interest suddenly piqued. “Serial killer?”

“No, Cross. Nothing like that. We live in cougar country. Not to mention the wolves, the grizzlies, and too many hikers and campers who think they know the forests better than the rangers do. I keep trying to tell her that the markings we have managed to find are from an animal, but she refuses to listen. Says all these dead bodies are bad for business. Doesn’t help that we’ve got Dutch on top of that telling everyone who’ll listen it’s some sort of mythical creature.”

“You mean the werewolves?” Pratt mocked.

“Don’t remind me.” Whitehorse bristled and slurped from his coffee cup.

“Cryptids,” Kit said.

The room fell into an awkward silence after she blurted out the word. Earl looked at the Junior Deputy from over the rim of his mug. His droopy hound dog face was suddenly pulled up along with his brow in his confusion.

“What was that, Cross?”

“Uh, werewolves are cryptids not mythical creatures.” She rubbed at her neck, she suddenly felt very uncomfortable. She didn’t like being the center of attention when it wasn’t for one of her talents.

He blinked at her several times too tired to argue the proper nomenclature at that moment, “Fine. Either way, we got Dutch suckering people into thinking we’re in the middle of the goddamn x-files.”

“Well if that’s the case we might as well tell them to call the men in black,” Pratt scoffed.

“The last thing we need is the feds getting in on this. We just have to keep reminding folks that we’ve got all manner of creatures running about who’d be more than happy to chase down an ATV for a meal on wheels. Pratt, I want you to take Cross and go see Dutch. He can consider this a cease and desist on all this damn – what was the word?”

“Cryptid,” Kit mentioned once more.

Earl nodded at the redheaded deputy and continued, “Cryptid business.”

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