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swearingcactus · 8 months

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Obscure Far Cry Promos and Content

I'm a big far cry fan, which means I have to make my own food in this economy. But sometimes I just want some ACTUAL canon or canon-ish or even just canon-adjacent content, y'know? It has gotten to the point I go into youtube rabbit holes or watch a remarkably below average hallmark movies for 5 minutes of an actor's screentime to hopefully hear Jason or Ajay or whoever talk. And so in these quests, I've found a couple obscure promos. Gonna compile them here for myself mostly :)

Far Cry 3

Far Cry 3 - The Voices of Insanity: Doctor Earnhardt //a live action video with Alec Earnhardt's VA

Far Cry 3 - The Voices of Insanity: Vaas //same thing but with Michael Mando

Hoyt Audition Far Cry 3 //the last part of "The Voices of Insanity" videos, couldn't find the one from Ubisoft's own account but someone else had posted it on youtube

Far Cry 3 for PS3: TV Spot

Far Cry 3 -- Island Survival Guide: Psychopaths, Drugs & Other Dangers // video narrated by Willis Huntley

Far Cry 3 -- The Savages: Vaas & Buck // this video shows a rare render of vaas with tataus on his arm!

Far Cry 3 | The Tribe: Citra & Dennis //this video has a deleted scene where Jason hallucinates the tatau snaking up his arm

Far Cry 3 -- The Tyrant: Hoyt

Far Cry 3 - Insane Edition // this is a promo done for a special edition for the game, Michael Mando probably couldn't shoot the promo himself and just voice acted, and so they used another actor and made it so the camera never sees Vaas's face.

^ There is also a survival guide titled Face Your Insanity written by post-Rook events Jason Brody as part of the Insane Edition.

Far Cry 3 | E3 2012 Step Into Insanity Trailer [NORTH AMERICA] // this has a few close-ups of Jason and Vaas switching places with each other

Far Cry 3 Interviews (via @lulu2992)

Far Cry 3 Tweets by Jeffrey Yohalem, the lead writer. (also compiled by @/lulu2992! Thanks again!)

Far Cry 4

Divya Kandala's Blog (archived on the Wayback Machine) // Divya Kandala is a fictional journalist who wrote a blog about her travels to Kyrat, her blog's basically world-building promo for FC4. You could also find the house she stayed at in Kyrat!

Far Cry 4 TV Commercial

Far Cry 4 | Kyrat Tuk Tuk Stories //this is the MOST we see ajay in third person in promo content

Far Cry 4 - CGI Trailer // this isn't exactly RARE but it took forever for me to find that clip of ajay's eyes reflecting from the kukri. plus he looks EXTREMELY caucasian which really doesn't help the rumors I've heard that they originally wanted Jason again as FC4's protag

Comedy Central Far Cry 4 Commercial feat Danny Pudi & Donald Glover

Far Cry 4 and Childish Gambino: The Collaboration | PS4, PS3 // a music video for Crawl by Childish Gambino done as a collab

Old Archive.Org link to the Far Cry 4 webpage that had a choose your own adventure campaign

^ and the youtube video to promote it

Far Cry 4 | Behind the Scene Trailer 1/3 [Europe] // developer vlogs when they visited Nepal and interviewed the ghurka that became base for Golden Path, you can see the village that resembles Banapur a lot!

Far Cry 4 Performance Capture Interview // you can see Janina Gavankar, Amita's actress doing some mocap in this

Janina Gavankar Talks Far Cry 4 - ^ and the interview with her after

World Gameplay Premiere - Walkthrough E3 2014 - Far Cry 4 // this was to showcase gameplay but they eventually took out this entire mission where you have to wingsuit to Ratu Gadhi (Yuma's fortress), which is a shame because it looked very nice.

Far Cry 5

i'll be honest, im not a fc5 girlie, so i dont usually do a lot of digging, and im pretty sure these are actually not obscure at all. but these are trailers i found that really blew it out of the park. the marketing team for 5 really went HAM

Far Cry 5: Teaser Trailer | Ubisoft //this has a peggie banging someone's head to a church bell rhythmically with the gorgeous view of Montana mountains as backdrop and i for one, find it hilarious

Far Cry 5 | The Sermon - Live Action Trailer

Far Cry 5 | The Baptism - Live Action Trailer //somebody once mentioned this one has Joseph looking like Trevor GTA and i have never quite known peace ever since. it really also shows the reality of how Joseph is actually just really Unwell, and lore that Joseph killed Pastor Jerome's daughter that never showed up in-game.

Far Cry 5: Anything Can Happen, Everything Will - Live Action TV Spot | Trailer // mixes live action and game CGI renders, pretty cool actually!

The Making of Far Cry 5 | Behind the Scenes of Ubisoft [Documentary]

Far Cry 6 Comics

not gonna put in FC6 stuff because they're actually very easy to find! lots of trailers and mocaps and interviews on youtube :) Far Cry 6 actually has a more obscure lore in their comics

Far Cry: Esperanza's Tears comic // this is a Juan-centric prequel comic that features a completely new country, lore about Far Cry universe's political landscape, and lots of cameos from 3-6's characters! very interesting read especially if you're a sucker for backstories like me

Far Cry: Rite of Passage comic // this is more popular as it features Anton telling Diego the backstories for 3-5's villains.

There is also a book titled The Official Far Cry Survival Guide written by a fictional character called Hunter Nash, who supposedly grew up with Hope County-level of a doomsday prepper dad and winds up as a journalist who travels to the locations of 3-6 and wrote how to survive each location accordingly. It's adorned with official artwork of the games and plenty of survival tips. Not much lore-wise, but cool nonetheless! it also fuels my co-workers au ideas but that's personal.

i have actually found stuff like a really old MTV show called Undressed with Gianpaolo Venuta where he uses his Jason voice for his character, and how Patrick Kwok-Choon, the new voice actor for Ajay does voice acting in Thomas the Train Engine and Paw Patrol, and an indie movie with Greg Bryk where he wears fun sunglasses like Joseph, but that's neither here nor there to the franchise, so eh. // i'll edit this post if i find more, so maybe check back sometimes!

#far cry #far cry analysis #far cry 3 #far cry 4 #far cry 5 #far cry 6

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echthr0s · 6 months

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my favourite thing about interpreting fiction through my own "fictionality" is ascribing intention to elements that would otherwise be seen as random by the artists and/or the fans

the use of a Platters song as a hypnotic device in Far Cry 5 and the use of a Platters song as background in a certain scene in Twin Peaks are unrelated coincidences. unless you're me, for whom both FC5 and TP have Relevance because of a certain connecting element (our favourite Dark Man, represented here as the Voice and BOB respectively). now these songs are part of a greater esoteric narrative, glowing nodes on a complex constellation. now the Platters, a very good but otherwise unremarkable vocal group from the mid twentieth century, have become keystones. now their appearance in any work of fiction will always remind me to Pay Attention, because another connexion is about to be forged; another facet of the Great Configuration is about to be revealed

#and man if that isn't sick as hell idk what is 🤷🏿‍♂️#[leviathan.]#singularity.txt #noah's grandmother spinning in her grave rn. as if she didn't Already Know 😏

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hope-grace-serenity · 1 year

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The DLCs are pure fan fiction in my opinion, considering the writers were new to at least Far Cry 5's story and used fan sources as fact, but I'm glad you found stuff you like in them. I believe the dlcs are a what-if as well. Also, Faith is a bit difficult to judge because so much of the truth is unknown with her. When someone asked a writer if she was a victim of Joseph, the writer said that she twists the truth to her advantage. Why do these discussions about Faith almost always fail to mention Tracey in them?

I mean, regardless of personal feelings or quality of the DLC itself, it’s licensed, official content. Game franchises typically don’t keep the same writers for every installment, and while it’s been a while since I played it, I don’t recall any glaring discrepancies. There might be minor continuity errors but tbh that’s common in a lot of media. But the beauty of fandom is that all of this is technically fake, so you can pick and choose whatever concepts you gel with. In my head the Avengers all live happily together, lol.

The most recent FC5 livestream had the original writer flat-out call her a victim of Joseph, though she “ran with [the cult].” My view has always been that she has the same level of culpability as the Manson girls. The cult gave her power that she reveled in, though she’s clearly (imo) manipulated and exploited by Joseph, similar to how he exploits John and Jacob’s issues and weaponizes their trauma, only worse because she’s viewed as disposable in Joseph’s eyes.

I’m not sure why Tracey rarely gets mentioned, but I spend a lot of time discussing her in my essay. Tracey recalls that Rachel was trusting and vulnerable before getting wrapped up with the cult, which corroborates with the portrayal in the DLC. She also says Joseph was reading their correspondence, which shows his level of control over Faith.

#far cry 5 #faith seed

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farm-lesbian · 2 years

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i’ve stopped being normal about far cry 5 again. i have 4 different playlists dedicated to this dumbass game it’s not even that good of a game. i’m writing 2 different sequels my 110k fc5 fan fiction. i feel like one of those sad bastards in a hieronymus bosch hellscape

#a post of mine #far cry 5

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starsandskies · 2 years

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Are you accepting prompts for the soulmate au thing right now?? If yes: "the one where soulmates are reincarnated and keep finding each other throughout their different lives." for Dawn/Jacob

This has been sitting on my WIP folder (finished, lol) for years dkifjjf I'm sorry it took me so long to actually post it! ♥ Thank you so much for sending me the prompt. I hope life is treating you well ♥

More Than You Know

Pairing: Jacob Seed/Deputy Dawn Wilson

Mature. Graphic Depictions Of Violence

AO3 (Kudos, comments, and love are always welcome! ♥)

Calloused fingers ghosted over her collarbone, tearing a low moan from the back of her throat as she tilted her head back, goosebumps all over her body. He leaned forward, humming a familiar tune as he grasped her chin with one hand and wrapped the other around the back of her neck.

There was no hint of doubt in his touch; firm, determined, but also kind, somehow soft—sweeter than anyone would’ve ever expected for such a mountain of a man like him.

“Look at me,” he said, and she obeyed without questioning, his ice-blue gaze sending shivers down her spine.

A crooked grin tugged at the corner of his lips as his grip tightened, his eyes—the prettiest she had ever seen—never leaving hers. She stepped closer and rested her right hand on his bare chest, reveling in the softness of the reddish fuzz that covered his flesh, tickling the pad of her fingers. His heart thumped against her palm, perfectly synchronized with her own, beating together as one.

“My girl—” He cocked his head to the side and pressed a trail of feather-like kisses down her cheek, stopping before reaching her half-parted lips. “So beautiful—so goddamn perfect. My pretty little thing.” Her stomach fluttered at his words. “My soul. My everything.”

Continue reading on AO3.

#jacob seed #deputy #deputy rook #far cry 5 #fc5 #fc5 fan fiction #deputy dawn wilson #jacob and dawn #depdawn #my writing

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hopecountygazette · 4 years

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Autor Spotlight: @outranks

1. Why did you start writing fan fiction? Was Far Cry 5 the first fandom you wrote for?

I first started writing fic because I was already writing original stories and well, canon can be real disappointing. So it was me, age 12, writing things the way I wanted to see them 😤 And I would love to say those were private and only for me, but NAH. Those are all out there, somewhere, because I can’t remember my login info to delete them. (Which means that no, FC5 was not my first fandom. Or even my tenth.)

2. Why Far Cry 5? What led you to it? The game, the universe, some particular character...

What led me to FC5 was that I saw that loading screen of Joseph— the shirtless one— and I thought “I want to know more about THAT GUY” so... I mean other things kept me around, but...yeah.

3. Of everything you have written so far, which one is your favorite?

This is kinda boring, but my favorite thing I’ve written is a multi-chapter John/Dep soulmate AU that I couldn’t finish. It was just beyond my reach at the time and well 😩😔 Other than that, probably Just Take it Slow, which is effectively the prequel to that unfinished fic. Or maybe this threesome fic because the smut was a lot of fun to write. Idk, it’s hard to decide.

4. Any tips for those who are starting - or considering starting - to write fan fiction?

Write badly, edit later. Honestly, you’re never going to write your best thing until you’ve written your worst thing. If you have an idea that you’re having trouble getting out, then make it bad. Emojis for narrative description? Entire dialogue that just looks like: [Character says something CLEVER]? That’s fine! Spelling and grammar and punctuation can rot if they’re holding you back from getting the idea out. Write badly, and then when you have the first draft finished, go back and fix everything. Or don’t! You do you.

#far cry 5 #fc5 #fc5 fan fiction #fc5spotlight #week 3 #outranks

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megraen · 11 months

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So @ladykatie512 asked for my help in putting together some Tinder dating profile templates, so I thought I'd share them. Enjoy the dating profile for my FC5 OC, Abigail Fehn.

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#fanfiction #fan fiction #fanfic #oc: abigail fehn #wip: what we're hunting for #far cry 5 #fc5 #far cry #jacob seed #john seed #joseph seed #canva template #tinder

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socially-awkward-skeleton · 11 months

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Chapter 38: Protect Me From Men of Violence Who Plan to Trip My Feet

Chapters: 38/? Fandom: Far Cry 5, Far Cry (Video Games) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Female Deputy | Judge/John Seed, Female Deputy | Judge/Jacob Seed Characters: Female Deputy | Judge (Far Cry), Joseph Seed, Cameron Burke, Earl Whitehorse, Mary May Fairgrave, Nick Rye, Kim Rye, Boomer (Far Cry), Grace Armstrong, Jerome Jeffries, John Seed, Faith Seed, Tracey Lader, Virgil Minkler, Hurk Drubman Jr., Sharky Boshaw, Adelaide Drubman, Joey Hudson, Peaches (Far Cry), Jacob Seed, Staci Pratt, Eli Palmer, Wheaty (Far Cry), Jess Black, Original Male Character(s), Project at Eden's Gate | Peggies, Tammy Barnes, Richard "Dutch" Roosevelt Additional Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, Religious Cults, Religious Imagery & Symbolism, Swearing, Torture, Unhealthy Relationships, Animal Attack, Threats, Threats of Violence, Stabbing, Knives, Guns, Shooting, Non-Consensual Drug Use, Hallucinations, Sexual Humor, Sexually Suggestive Dialogue, Kidnapping, Blood and Violence, More Biblical References to Lions Than You Can Shake a Stick at, Trauma, Suicidal Thoughts, Not Canon Compliant, Past Child Abuse, Social Darwinism, Obsession, Flashbacks, Enemies to Lovers, Physical Abuse, Hand Feeding, Smut, Internalized Misogyny, Hurt/Comfort, arrow wounds, Menstruation, Coercion, Manipulation, Bloodplay, Strangulation, Disembowelment, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Cannibalism, Stockholm Syndrome Summary:

Kit races into the Henbane to collect the former cult member from the jail before he can expose any of Eden's Gate's secrets. Later, she comes back home to Saint Francis with Peaches in tow and gets her new Jacob-approved cult makeover

#far cry 5 #fan fiction #earl whitehorse #jacob seed #fc5 peaches #oc: kit cross #american beasts #chapter 38

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farcry5positivity · 4 years

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Fanfiction Recommendations

We want to celebrate fandom’s creativity recc’in some amazing pieces of writing made by our own members, sharing with you all these works every few days or as we get submissions as well.

Today we want to recc:

One of those nights by @englass

A John Seed X Reader story, Rated G.

“When looking for comfort, fall in his embrace was the only thing you had to do.”

A romantic short piece, that’s very moving by the intensity of the feelings conveyed.

#john seed #john seed x reader #far cry 5 #fc5 #fc5 fan fiction #farcry5positivity #englass #author spotlight

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umthisisawkward · 4 years

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Feels Like Home

Welp, I watched Midsommar a couple weeks ago and have slowly become obsessed with it, while also maintaining my obsession with Far Cry 5. So this is what happened, I guess.

Title: Feels Like Home

Pairing: Sort of Female Deputy x Jacob? Not...really, though?

Rating: M

Warnings: Non-Consensual Drug Use, Descriptions of blood/violence, dark.

Link to Story on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22788205

The way he looks at her feels as though it was important - something that she should pay attention to and a moment she should keep in her head for the rest of her life. As if the cosmos had all lined up and brought her to him on a bed of stars and he would protect her through every horror she had seen. Like she is home. For the first time in her life, she is home.

His long fingers reach out and brush away the wet hair from her face as she keeps her eyes fixed on his as best as she can. The entire world had felt so heavy when she went under the water, but the moment she came back to the surface, it is as if the entirety of that burden is lifted from her shoulders. No more fear rests inside her belly, no more pain or anguish. Well, the pain is still there. She’s not exactly sure why it’s there, or what purpose it serves, but she knows it’s real and will take time to fade. She accepts that.

“My child,” he whispers.

“Father.”

“Welcome to Eden’s Gate.”

The others, gathered along the shore, applaud and cheer as the Father himself wraps an arm around her waist to help her make her way back to them. Dizzy and delirious, she wonders what she was so nervous about before all of this. Arms welcome her to her new family, and as she is passed from person to person, each one locking her in an embrace and telling her how welcome she is, Sarah cannot find her footing but somehow stays upright. As if her feet are guiding her on their own.

The last pair of arms that find her are rough and scarred and when she looks up, she is met with eyes so blue they startle her. They match the Father’s eyes, just as they match the Baptist’s eyes, and she knows whose arms cradle her as she takes in his fiery red hair and beard.

“Welcome, Sarah.”

His voice is jagged and rough, almost like gravel crunching under a tire. Arms circle her and pull her to his towering frame, and she lets out a sigh at the way they warm her through her soaking wet clothes. Her feet forget their inherent clumsiness for a moment but as those eyes find hers again, they remember. She stumbles forward though she tries to move backwards, as if her body will not cooperate with her brain, and he steadies her on her feet with a smile on his lips. Something she has seen only once before, but she can’t remember when.

A celebration follows later, near the river from which she had emerged a happier woman. They eat a modest feast and toast sparkling grape juice and laugh and dance. Dance. Sarah watches the rest of the followers dance from her spot at the long table but she cannot even begin to think about lifting her arms or moving her legs. It’s like the entire air hums with energy and peace, alive like a wire but softer, gentler. Something she cannot explain. It’s as though she could feel the Earth rotating slowly in its suspended place in space, and she is moving along with it. Safe. Home.

Faith places a flower crown on top of her head and wipes away the tears that have gathered on her cheeks. Sarah wonders where those came from, she didn’t even know she had been crying. Why is she crying? Is this not a celebration? Something to be thankful and happy for? The tears must be from joy, from relief that the fight has concluded and she is safe now, and the world will not end as Joseph had said it would but it will thrive and grow and learn. Learn from her example. Learn from what happened in Hope County.

The sickly sweet smell of Bliss wafts from the flowers around her head into her nose and she inhales it, almost needy. Desperate. To make all of this stay as light as it feels. There is happiness, joy, dancing, laughter. Peace. Quiet. Calm.

Nothing could ever take her from this place. This is where she belongs, where she is meant to spend the rest of her days. Her new family rejoiced and welcomed her, despite all the harm she has caused. Despite the blood that still taints her hands - even though the baptism was supposed to cleanse her of her sins. The blood is still there and bile rises up in Sarah’s throat for a moment before she swallows it back down and tries to smile.

Desperation.

She wants to feel clean but she cannot stop thinking about the blood on her hands. So much blood. So much violence. All because of her. Why, though? What had happened to cause it? She cannot even remember if she wanted to. It’s as though there is only the ‘here’ and ‘now’, no such thing as the ‘then’ and ‘past.’ As if whatever brought her here is not real at all, not compared to the way that joy and laughter seems to flow through her bloodstream. Her entire body is alive, is present, awake now out of the darkness.

The big hand on hers causes her to look up. Jacob. His eyes nearly drowning her and causing her breath to catch in her throat. What can she possibly feel desperate about, sad about, while he is there with her?

“Are you all right?”

She nods and the motion is slower than it feels. “Yes.”

“Are you sure?”

“Of course.”

“You’re crying.”

“I...don’t know why...”

“I’ve heard dancing helps,” John’s voice startles Sarah and she turns to see him standing before her with his hand extended.

She does not know why but she glances at Jacob, as if silently asking for permission. The older soldier wears a smile on his lips that she doesn’t understand as he nods. She stands and makes her way around the large table before John sweeps her up into his arms and leads her around all the others, as if they are nothing but air and he is the wind. They move for them, and Sarah isn’t sure which way is which after John spins her around and pulls her back into his arms. She catches Jacob’s eye as he watches the two of them with a happy smile, and for some reason she feels as though he should be jealous. Why?

“John,” she whispers. He doesn’t hear her over the music, the laughter, the dancing. “John.”

He still doesn’t hear her and she is certain if she raises her voice that the entire group will stop and stare at her for yelling at one of their Heralds. She tries again and again but her voice is so soft, so meek, so pathetic-sounding as though she cannot summon enough oxygen into her lungs. But what is causing it? Why is she so afraid to speak louder, assert her presence? Why is she afraid at all?

“John,” she says, voice shaking and tears clouding her already cloudy vision.

He hears her this time. “Yes, my dear?”

“Where are we?”

“Holland Valley.”

“Why...why are we...why are we dancing?”

He smiles at her like she’s a toddler asking an obvious, silly question. The look would normally irritate her, but this time it frightens her. Why is she so afraid? She is happy, everyone around her is happy so why isn’t she? What’s going on below all this joy and excitement? It’s as though she can smell something rotten under the scent of the Bliss flowers. Something rotten and disturbing and horrifying. What is it, though? She cannot put her finger on it.

“Sarah, it’s a celebration. Dancing always happens at celebrations.”

A celebration of what, though? Just her atonement and baptism? Why is that a cause for such a celebration when every single member of the Project went through it, too? Did they do this for every single one of them? No. So what makes her special? She tries to remember what took place before the baptism, before she confessed her sins aloud and John had tattooed ‘lust’ onto her wrist to accompany the ‘wrath’ written across her chest. Her brow furrows in concentration as she tries to think, tries to remember what she had done earlier, just moments before the atonement.

She looks down at her arm to see the fresh tattoo, but what catches her eyes is her dress. It’s white, which she was aware of before, but it is more than just a dress, it’s a gown. It reminds her of a wedding gown. She glances back over at Jacob, who is dressed nicer than usual, too. A boutonniere is pinned to the lapel of the suit jacket he wears.

The desperation comes back.

Her entire throat seems to close.

“Sarah,” John insists as he stops the movement and cups her face in his hands. “Sarah, breathe.”

She shakes her head and croaks out that she can’t.

“In and out, in and out.”

John’s eyes slide behind her and brighten as she feels a hand on her back. She turns to see Faith again, carrying a vial of something. Bliss. Bliss. She’s in the Bliss. That’s what this is. She’s trapped inside a world that she cannot control, not even for herself. She’s in their clutches and they can do whatever they want to her and…

“Sister, don’t worry. I know how heavy the world can feel,” Faith says as she wraps her arm around Sarah’s shoulders.

Sister?

“Be careful, Faith.”

“I know,” Faith says with a smile, despite John’s venomous tone. “She just needs the world to dull a little. It can be so sharp and painful sometimes.”

Sarah winces as Faith uncorks the vial and places it under her nose. She tries not to breathe, to hold her breath so she can come out of this alive, she has to come out of this alive without anyone hurting her…

But she can’t hold her breath for long and soon the powder dances up her nose and the world grows fuzzier in her line of vision, duller, the way Faith had said it would. A peaceful calm washes over her and blankets her in a cloud of safety. John’s fingers stroke her cheek and she leans into the touch that feels like home. Heaven. Home.

“Jacob,” John greets.

Sarah turns to see those blue eyes again, the ones that threaten to drown her in their beauty. Warmth floods her entire body as she looks up at the older man with a smile on her lips. He returns it and mutters something to John that she doesn’t exactly catch. His hands find her waist and before she understands what is happening, they are swaying to some sort of soft, acoustic song. The lyrics babble through her ears like a brook but she doesn’t catch the specific words or their meaning. Her eyes stay on Jacob’s as the entire dance floor moves away from them like the Red Sea had parted for Moses. The way she glides across it effortlessly makes her think she may be floating. She should not feel such grace, she knows, not while the Bliss is flowing through her veins at the rate that they’ve given it to her.

“Sarah,” Jacob says, bringing her attention back to him and away from her thoughts. “Are you all right?”

Why does he keep asking her that? Why is he so focused on whether or not she’s all right when she should be absolutely perfect? Is it her? Is she doing something wrong, something not in custom with what this celebration entails? Does she look sad?

Suddenly aware of every muscle in her body, she tries to relax her face and place a smile on her lips that doesn’t sting like her mouth is on the ends of fish hooks, tugging it into the shape of a smile while she bleeds from the corners. No, that’s not the right look to have here, is it? Muscles in her face spasm as she tries to relax them, tries to paint her expression into something that would make sense here, that would make Jacob stop worrying about her.

He places a hand on her cheek and it's then that she realizes they’re not dancing anymore. They’re not even on the dance floor. The music is far away now and they stand in the woods, her back against a tree as Jacob looks deeply into her eyes and Sarah isn’t sure what all of this means.

“Sarah, do you know where you are?”

She shakes her head and Jacob sighs, his fingers soft in a way she never imagined he could be as he wipes more tears from her cheeks. Tears she doesn’t remember gathering in her eyes. What is going on?

“I told them to be careful with the amount they gave you.”

“Amount?”

“You’re on Bliss,” Jacob says.

His eyes are dark with anger and disappointment, but Sarah doesn’t flinch. Without him even verbalizing it, she’s aware that the intense emotions the Soldier is feeling are not towards her but towards his own family. His eyes meet hers and the blue is not so suffocating now, it’s softer and gentler and she sighs as his hand finds her shoulder.

“What do you remember?”

“Dancing. Being underwater. The way I moved as if I was on air.”

“Shit,” he whispers. “Before that?”

“Nothing.”

“Nothing?”

She nods and Jacob rubs a hand down his face as if in frustration before he plants a kiss on her head and tells her to stay where she is, that he wants to talk with his brothers. He makes it very clear that she needs to remain right there, in that spot, back against the tree. There is no threat in his voice, it’s mostly filled with worry, as a parent would worry about a small child running off into the unfamiliar only to get lost in the abyss and never be seen again.

She does what he says, she waits. The longer he is gone, the more anxious she becomes. She presses her back up harder against the tree, hopeful that the pain will bring her some sense of clarity. Happiness and sorrow battle it out in her belly and she shifts from highs and lows in a way she’s never experienced before. One second she has a smile on her lips that finally feels natural and the next, she feels her entire body curving inwards - stomach towards spine - and she cannot see with the tears that cloud her eyes.

When Jacob comes back, she is crying. Sobs rip themselves from her throat despite her desperate attempts to hold on to them. The pain and anguish in her stomach blossom and stem upward towards her brain. It feels like grief. Grief for what? She’s not sure and that scares her. Grief is specific, there is mourning involved with grief, but not sixteen yards away she can hear the soft music playing and the laughter wafting up to her in her seclusion and darkness.

“Sarah,” Jacob whispers as she falls into his sturdy arms.

“What’s happening?” she begs.

“I don’t know. What do you feel?”

“Sadness and…” She doesn’t know how to verbalize it.

“Like you’re in mourning?”

“Yes,” she gasps.

“Do you remember anything at all before the baptism?”

“I can only remember feeling unclean. Like no baptism would wash away what I’d done. But what have I done?”

“You didn’t do anything, Sarah. You didn’t.”

“I did, I can feel it.”

“You blame yourself but you should blame us. We’re the ones who started this war. We’re the ones who found your friends.”

“My...friends?”

The word tastes unfamiliar on her tongue and suddenly Sarah remembers flashes of Nick and Kim, Grace, Mary May, Eli, Wheaty, Tammy...all of their faces float out in front of her as if they are spirits. Spirits? That doesn’t make any sense, does it? She gasps as Jacob pulls her close again and closes her eyes against the accusing looks that her friends’ faces shoot at her. What has she done? What has she done?

“They told me you came to them on your own.”

“Who?”

“My brothers.”

Did she? When would she have come to them? She imagines it would have been a rough night, full of violence. She could only picture herself anointed in blood as she appeared on one of their doorsteps after everything and threw herself to the ground and begged forgiveness from them for everything she had done.

Only that memory doesn’t feel real. She frowns as she tries to recall what had really happened to make her come to them. The Seeds were her enemies before all this. They were people she was afraid of and hated. She cannot recall what would have made her join them, side with them, abandon all hope for saving her friends and Hope County as a whole.

Hope County.

Hope.

She crumples to the forest floor with a wail as she remembers. Everything. She remembers the guns pointed at Kim and Nick’s faces, the way Wheaty’s hair was bloody and matted to the side of his head, the way Mary May shouted at her not to do it and how the butt of a gun had collided with her temple, causing her to crumple onto the floor in a puddle of blood, her face frozen in a look of panic and fear. She remembers weeping at the sight, remembers the cold and calculated way John ordered her body be taken away so as not to upset the Deputy. Sarah. The Deputy. Sarah.

Sarah, do you see what your violence has done?

You see it now, don’t you, Deputy?

Your friends will die, they will be offered to God if you do not come to us like you are meant to.

Sarah, do you see?

Do you see, Sarah?

Jacob’s arms wrap around her small frame as her screams pierce the night air. She can still hear the shouts of her friends as they are carted away, the way she knelt on the ground with her head bowed in front of Joseph and how he pet her hair as if she was a child, as if she was his child, as if she was his.

His.

Theirs.

Jacob’s.

Jacob sounds broken as he weeps, too. His pain echoes hers in a way she doesn’t understand, and as she looks up to see his eyes she realizes that he did not know either. His brothers kept him in the dark the same way the Bliss kept her from feeling the grief that had sewn itself into the lining of her stomach and the chambers of her heart. The memories of gunshots echo in her ears as she remembers the screams from the friends she thought she was protecting. The way their blood baptized her bare feet and the way that her clothes grew soaked after Joseph made her stand behind him for each and every one. The weight of her arms feel heavy as if holding a shotgun as she remembers it all. Had it been her? Had she been the one to do this?

Before she can register what’s happening, Faith’s smile floats into her sight and the young girl kneels at her side with hands reaching for her face. Lips press against hers and she tries to back away as another sensation takes over her, brings her back to Earth or farther away from it, she’s not exactly sure because it feels like both at the same time.

“It needed to be done, darling Sarah,” Faith says, petting her hair down. “No peace would come to us if you had not made your own sacrifice.”

Sacrifice?

Sarah breathes.

Sarah breathes and inhales oxygen almost greedily as she tries to hold onto the horrors her brain had recalled just moments ago. She cannot forget them, she cannot forget the friends she took from this Earth.

But as their faces slip away, back into the hidden corners of her mine, she smiles up at Faith. The feeling of fish hooks comes back but she ignores it as her sister wipes the tears from her cheeks again.

“Thank you, sister.”

She is home.

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Jacob woke up immediately looking around in a slight panic, too much went on in his dream. A cold sweat made his hair slightly stick to his head, he wiped it away and pushed back his hair to think about that. It had been a long time since he dreamt and man was it fu cking with his head. He didn't ever want to experience "that", he had his moments in the past but never like that. This was too vivid even for a dream then he wondered if Penelope would have any insight. That was too fu cked up to not tell her about, Jacob got up and proceeded to put on his shirt. Being alone would make it difficult to not think about.

"I'm pretty sure we're in hell." I wipe the sleep from my eyes, feeling the cold concrete on my feet. I stretch out with a yawn.

'Though, the end of that dream wasn't too bad'. I'm tired, agitated, but I want to see Penelope, I must. I don't really believe that dream witch stuff but I can'thelp but turn to her. Something. I can't believe I'm going to, this is strange. It hasn't bothered me before, I wanted to look at my reflection. I look at the sink and think about turning on the water to wash up a bit, look a little more presentable. I shake my head, I should just go, I don't want to over think this. I quickly splash water on my face, just take a moment and breathe.

Before going to Penelopes room I look for that version of me in my dream. 'But how can I tell if I've never experienced his pain and trauma, I don't see him but a very tired and annoyed man. Possibly a concerned man. Wondering would being here do that to me'?

Whatever that was, has me questioning myself and I wasn't in the mood to be alone. Normally I can just overlook it and cope but I couldn't right now. I made haste and quickly marched to my destination, Thompson's bedroom. Before I decide not to.

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Penelope "Nelly" Thompson jolted awake from a dream that had her conflicted, though, a dream with a really steamy end. Most dreams were weird as fuck, and nightmarish sometimes. She lie there for what seemed like forever, fanning herself as she wonder if she should tell Jacob about it, a cold sweat beaded on her skin lightly. Penelope felt her eyes still heavy, closing them for a second, letting the seconds stretch. A hand touched her shoulder making her scream a bit. A definite sign she was falling asleep again, she didn't hear 'em come in.

"Aghhh! Fu ck, Jacob, I sw-, don't do that" I hiss as that groggy morning feeling starts after that damn scare. Jacob looked on as I lay there, a small tired smile played on his lips. But once I sat up, I could tell he had the same problem, 'he shows up after that dream, what are the chances. I don't know if thats what he's here'.

"Not a mornin' person, are ya? -Um, I had dreamt about you, Penelope. And before you think it was that kind of dream.. Well, I guess it did kinda, uh- but most of it was something else, before it got there.. kinda fucked up" I sat up a little taken back by the fact that we really dreamt the same thing, I felt my blood drain from my face, then felt nervous because of our dream shifting themes and feelings. Though Jacob hasn't had those experiences. Even in the past, from what he told me, it wasn't like in that dream, that dream was something else. Worse. I hated when dreams had vivid fu cked up in them.

I sit up and scoot back into the wall to let Jacob sit, he takes the space beside me. We've been pretty close in here before, a new year kiss, a new year kiss that turned into a real kiss. I pushed the thought away, mainly because of the underlying feelings from our nightmare. It felt too real, I couldn't help feeling an unlined sense of fear, I know it wasn't him but I felt the feelings all the same.

"Uh, Jacob. About that, I dreamt the same thing, the incident, that kiss at the end.. That version of-, you know" I couldn't look at him at the last part, I look down cast as he put all his attention on me and sat facing me. I didn't want him struggling to articulate what happened, it's very rare that this happens to me twice in my life. And both experiences had to be nightmares.

"You don't know how much of a relief and how defeating that is to hear you say that. Maybe a concern as well" I couldn't help but grab his hands, I saw shame and guilt through Jacob's features. Damn the dream, I hated the darkness that shadow his eyes. I swear I felt my heart break to see him like that.

"Hey, it'll be ok, Jacob. That dream wasn't you, that was something else, something that isn't anything like how you are. From what I experienced" he looked forward at my drawings of my three boys, I didn't know what it was but now he looked tired. I felt him calm, then I follow his cue.

"You're probably right, that damn dream worried and sickened me. I wouldn't want to turn into that and put you or anyone else at risk, your three boys would need your guidance in the future. Your a good mother-" he trailed off as we lock eyes, I began to tear up, I couldn't help it. I looked away blinking away the tears, Jacob had a look of concern. I had to look away, I know I'm still tired so it was difficult to keep my strong face on.

"Were you starting to cry, sweetheart?" A slight softness in his voice as I turn back after gaining composure.

"I know you- wha? Are laughing? Rude." Jacob chuckle heartily as he brushes my hair back, his smile let's me know it's fine.

"You can cry, I won't judge you for it. We've all been here for almost two years. Considering, I think it's fine" Jacob seen me cry so much in the beginning, though everyone that wasn't a Peggy was freaking out. I laughed a bit just to lighten the moment, he still looked concerned but he wasn't going to push it. He eyes looked at me then away as he looked down then away, a blush spread. I look down and I'm amused as I see my nightgown had come up a bit over my pantyline.

"You know, you're pretty sweet for a handsome mountain man" I raised my nightgown up more as he look and immediately turned away, I couldn't keep from laughing. 'Such a gentleman'.

"Jacob! You've seen me naked" he looked me in the face, redder than before.

"That was different! And you weren't wearing those frilly under- yeah" Jacob's face red but now with a smile and a laugh, which only makes me want to taunt him some more.

"I'm not wearing lingerie, or just chilling in here in the buff.. or would you like that? Random room bursts would be frequent with you. Maybe a good reason to, if your just barging into my room like that" I tease slightly revealing more only to lose my cool once I look at Jacob. This is fun, though his soft intense stare is just as mesmerizing as his serious stare. Before I could get nervous about this, I involuntarily yawn.

"Maybe we can talk when we're both awake" Jacob stays reluctantly, I didn't want to be alone so I grabbed his hand.

"Yeah, but can you stay, please... I don't want to be alone, plus your nice and warm. I could use some of your body heat" his large warm hand softly squeezed mine, I could see him contemplating staying or leaving. I wanted him to stay, but I also wanted to fall asleep, so why not both.

"Yeah, let's get under the blankets" and like that we snuggle up once under covers, wrapped in each others arms, his warmth felt good. I could feel my worry and exhaustion slip away, if only for a moment. Jacob's hand caress along my back as my hand done the same to him, letting comfort relax us.

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I wake, slowly, not opening my eyes yet, only to feel someone's sleeping arm bump me and that mildly annoyed me.

"Would you three lay still, I'm still sleeping" I say only to open my eyes to the my wall of sketches, realizing where I'm at, I turn to see Jacob sound asleep. Practically sleeping like a tree in a river, well, beats getting sucker punch by my cousin. Dangerous sleeper that girl, I kinda miss sleep overs. I snuggle up against Jacob once I start to feel the cold of morning.

"You know there is only one of me, and your mom voice kinda startled me" Jacob croaked, I blinked and laughed into him a bit. Peeking at him then resume laying on him, being lulled by the soft rise and fall of his breath.

"Hm, force of habit. I swear you sleep as bad as my three" I say teasingly as I didn't mean to go all mama mode, a moment passes and my mind race to the past for a second. Old memories, the good, the bad weighted my heart.

"I miss having someone asleep on my legs, a head or feet resting on my back or stomach, and a foot or arm flailing into me" Jacob chuckled at the battle of sleep I used to sleep through. His arm snakes around me, hand rubbing my back. My own hand feeling his side.

"Sorry, you have to settle for this" he said, I could feel a sadness in his voice, I know this wouldn't be settling. Settling was just going to bed without someone I cared about, someone-, I lay there missing my boys. It was occurring to me that I was beginning to care about Jacob as much as my family.

"Not really settling, I highly enjoy cuddling and snuggling, amongst other things" I purr, though this pervs face went blank then red after I said what I said. I probably could have worded that better but I am just waking up, Jacob then made a knowing smile at me.

"I could have worded that better, and I think I could go back to sleep, till forever" Jacob gave a small laugh and didn't say anything. Though I say embarrassing things without it being morning, Jacob knows that and enjoyed it.

"Don't worry honey, I know you're totally into me, I have that effect. I see you checking me out" Jacob sighed coyly, he made a shi t eating grin, I rolled my eyes. 'But he kinda, totally did that to me, in a annoying, yet warm way'.

"Mmm, yes! I must have you, oh baby! I'm in need of your hot mountain man lovin', Jacob" I tease him, then we lay there a long moment feeling the weight of our situation. We did want to be there for each other, I knew it, he knew it. Maybe, it was just for a moment but we're going to get through this, whatever "this" is. Or what it's turning into.

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