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direwombat · 7 months

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The Horror and the Wild

Relationships: Female Deputy/Eli Palmer, Female Deputy/Jacob Seed

Tags: Alternate Universe - Werewolves, Alternate Universe - Fairy Tales, (vaguely), Canon-Typical Violence, Blood and Gore, Body Horror, Emetophobia, Enemies to Lovers, Unhealthy Relationships, Possessive Behavior, Werewolf Turning, Werewolf Hunters, Werewolf Mates, Manipulation, Eventual Smut, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat,

Sybille La Roux is Deputy Sheriff in the quiet backwater of Hope County Montana. She’s got a stable career, a loving partner, and a backpacking trip through Yellowstone planned for next summer. But when a gruesome wolf attack occurs during the peak of hunting season, she finds herself getting drawn into a world she never knew existed. One rife with blood, loyalty, and most of all, hunger.

This is a Creature Feature.

read Act I: Infection on ao3

#female deputy x jacob seed #female deputy x eli palmer #my writing #wip: the horror and the wild #heyo act 1 is published #my fic

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flare-queen · 8 months

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An attempt

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socially-awkward-skeleton · 2 years

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Always knew that desk in Jacob’s office was good for something.

Smooches between Kit and Jacob.

Ship: The Wolf and The Wildcat

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satanwritesfanfiction · 2 months

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Jacob Seed •°• Hazy moments △SMUT△

Title: Hazy moments

Rating: Explicit, smut, pwp

Category: F/M

Fandom: Far Cry 5

Relationship: Jacob seed x F!reader

Characters: Jacob seed, reader

Tags/ triggers: dubious consent, bliss, on the desk, p in v, knife kink only mentioned, praise, voice kink

Word count: 1560

a/n: not the best but still posting it

Adrenaline spiking in your veins, flashes of red, memories... Something akin to anger pulsing and a lifeline, the words worn down in your skin.

"Perfect, good, yes." Spoke with so much reverence and you would follow it anywhere. The light within the dark void, the saviour within the mist.

You felt static at the tips of your fingers, a dullness within your head, and a sudden soft pressure on your stomach as Jacob held you to his chest.

There was a different aspect to watching you come to in his arms, covered in blood and grime and muscles taut as you blinked through the motions, pliable under the circumstances but still rigid. His lips were at your neck as he waited, the image of patience as he waited for your mind to clear some before he would do any more.

Your eyes blinked down, his arm wrapped around your torso, pistol still held firmly in your hand and your fingers twitched, gun falling to the ground with a sudden sound that made your body jump slightly. You frowned at the object, blinking much more rapidly as you found that your eyes had a burn to them.

"Shh..." The voice pressed against you again, feeling his fingers slip into yours and held it firmly, kicking the weapon away in a quick motion. "You're safe now, you're home."

You felt your body relax against him some, leaning against a firm chest. Your head twisted to the side and took in the image, familiarity bloomed once he was in view, a calmness spreading as you turned.

"You did so well." He spoke, softly moving a strand of hair behind your ear as he watched for the haze within your eyes to show some clarity.

Something swirled within your stomach at the praise, pressing your fingers to his chest and feeling the rough fabric of his jacket underneath it, taking in more detail in be the second. Recognition. Familiarity. Repetition.

You blinked up at him, soft lines as he regarded you, blue eyes that could only belong to him and lips, oh his lips that could have you on your knees in a moment's notice, that can have you shaking just the same.

You lifted yourself slightly to meet him, lips pressed against his in a less than coordinated way, which he made up for in turn as his hands wrapped around your upper arms. The moment was intoxicating, addicting, jagged motions as you searched for more of him, your body following the path which your lips had set as you pressed closer to him.

His arms wrapped around you, pressing your body flush to his as his lips started getting more insistent, dragging more from you as the environment came to you, until he pressed you against the desk in the middle of the room. Papers be damned as they fell, his attention solely on you.

Hands struggled to make a decision as they pressed and prodded against the other's body, drinking in the moment under a veil of urgency. His fingers wrapped around the hem of the shirt you were wearing, now marred and discoloured compared to a few days ago, pulling it from your body with your help.

His hands smoothed over your skin, swallowing once he cupped your breasts. He admired the fill of them in his hands before curling his fingers around the flimsy material keeping most of them hidden and reaching for his knife. He slipped the metal between your breasts, knife edge faced towards him as he quickly sawed through the material and watched as they spilled freely.

He watched for your expression as he pressed the knife against your skin, running it across the curve of your breasts, no remnants of fear or worry in your skin as your nipples hardened. Something to explore another day when he hadn't been hard just from watching you run the trial.

He quickly dropped the knife to the desk and harshly fought with the button on your pants, needing to free you of all these layers and feel the clench of you.

Once he had your pants and underwear around your thighs, he took hold of your hips, flipping you onto your stomach as if you didn't weigh a thing. He was quick to press against your backside, hardness grinding into the flesh of your ass as he pressed a chaste kiss to your shoulder.

"Such an obedient little thing." He commented, fingers slipping under you to run through your slit and then slip into you. You closed your eyes at the feeling, a soft content sound slipping past your lips at the slow sensation of him touching you. "So good for me."

You whimpered softly when he retracted, stayed in place as you heard the zipper and shuffle of material. He quickly lined up to your cunt, hand pressed into your hip as he popped the head of his cock into you, fingers clenching at the feel of your cunt sucking him in. His hips jerked as he worked you open, jaw clenched at the tightness of you until he rested at the hilt, taking a breath as his hands slipped over your bare back, images and ideas swirling in his head until he found one he could settle on, fingers wrapping around the back of your neck to keep you in place before thrusting once, revelling in the sound that slipped past your lips at the sudden movement.

You always took it so well, sound slipping from your lips, that he always made a feeble attempt to silence at the start, perhaps just for the control of it all rather than the danger it posed when the sounds reached beyond the door. His fingers slipped from your neck and wrapped over your mouth before he pressed a kiss to your shoulder.

"Wouldn't want them to come see what the commotion is about." He started, like he had done before, a little less conviction behind it every time. He didn't mind either way, but he did like the way the words made you clench around him every time. "Wouldn't want them finding you like this, would you?"

He would wager there was a part of you that did want it if judging solely by your reactions, but it was a subject yet to be breached once you were coherent, still he made the effort to laud the option??? Over your head while he pressed into your heat.

Your eyes clenched as he pressed into you, sensation baked into your veins with every movement of his cock inside of you, body craving more from him with every moment that past, more reminders, more memories, more cries, more of him filling you to your skull. Your body rocked into the desk, bare as the day you were born with his hand muffling your cries, a feeble attempt that was more for show at this point when you think of all the times you had cried out to him, and he had egged you on.

You felt like you were floating, not yet fully awake within your limbs but feeling the motions through a slight haze as the sensation returned to your limbs, all you could be certain of was the pressure between your legs and the way your stomach was tensing.

Your fingers wrapped around the edge of the desk, wetness gathering on your cheek at the prospect, at the way you needed to fall. His hand slipped from your lips, resting firmly at your hips as his own snapped into you with renewed vigor, chasing the same high you were moments away from experiencing.

"Jacob… Please..." You cried into the air, a ragdoll as you shifted on the desk as his hips snapped.

"Come for me, (Y/n). " He grunted, fingers shifting towards your shoulders and used the leverage to push you back on him. "Be a good girl for me... Come on..."

You could imagine that he didn't know the power his words had on you, in and out of the trials, or he did with the way you always abided. Your cries had lost all coherence, babbling nonsense into the air as you stood on the precipice, feeling the sudden spike when you fell into the abyss.

Your body tensed, thighs shaking as you clenched around him, body running through the motions while you screamed into the room. A few moments before he could physically move again, fucking into you now as he chased his own release, finding that it wasn't a few ways off as he came pressed into you, twitching as his warmth spread within you.

It was a few moments, and he pulled his cock from your sensitive cunt, feeling the high leak down your thighs. It was a beautiful sight watching the scene before him, the perfection of you obediently pressed to his desk and his high on your skin. You were his, and he would find it extremely hard to consider an alternative.

He pulled your body upright, letting you sit on the desk, exhaustion within your eyes, and he took the time to make sure you were alright. A glass of water pressed to your lips, soft touches running down your back. He would look after you as you look after the project when you are under.

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inafieldofdaisies · 2 months

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multi-fandom-imagine · 6 months

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Day 15:Handing their S/O a positive pregnancy test with a sprig of holly and a note reading ‘Merry Christmas’

Fandom: Far Cry 5

Character: Jacob Seed

Naughty or Nice

A/n: Au where the Seed family is not in a cult

Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, Jacob did his best to go over the paper work his brother sent him.His gaze turning to glance out the window, snow already on the ground. Hearing a knock on his office door pulling him from his thoughtz, he let out a grunt shifting his body in the chair spotting you walking into the room with a nervous smile on your face.

"Hey beautiful" giving you a tired smile his gaze remains on you.

Nibbling your lip, you swallowed thickly rocking on your heels. "I have something I wanted to give you."

Grinning for a moment, Jacob lent across his desk. A small twinkle in his eye. "What is it darlin?"

Taking a deep breath you pulled out the positive pregnancy test with a spring of holly tied around the test with a little note attached to it.

Grasping the stick, Jacob's eyes went wide for a moment though a laugh escaped his lips. Pushing away from the desk he quickly pulled you into for a soft hug. "You sure?"

Nodding your head your fingers cupped his cheek as a giggle escaped your lips. "Yea."

"I'm gonna be a daddy?"

Smiling you pressed a kiss to his nose for a moment as you felt him pull you in for a kiss. "Yea."

Holding you close, Jacob sighed letting his eyes close holding you in his arms. "I'm so happy, I promise I'll be the best daddy."

He couldn't have asked for a better Christmas Present than this.

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seedofjoseph · 1 year

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homebound

Fandom: Far Cry 5

Relationship: Jacob Seed x F!Deputy

Rating: M (mature)

Words: 700

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"At attention."

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

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

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

"That's it."

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

"That's a good girl."

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

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

"N-no, sir."

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

"Yes, sir."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You belong to me."

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silverapplestock · 9 months

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Had so much fun doing this commission for @agamemgoth of Jacob Seed and their Deputy! 🥺💕 I miss drawing the Seeds 💖

#far cry 5 #my art #fc5 #commissions #commission #far cry #far cry new dawn #jacob seed x oc #jacob seed #jacob seed x deputy #jacob seed x female deputy #joseph seed #john seed #faith seed #seed bros #fanart #far cry 5 fanart #jacob seed fanart

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lethalchiralium · 2 years

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I Wanna Be Yours | Jacob Seed x F!Reader

a/n: i’ve been sitting on this one for literal months. felt ashamed by my friends for writing female readers often but now i don’t care because i do what makes me happy (for the most part). posting makes me happy and i love writing neutral readers but this one is old so don’t kill me. divider by @derelictheretic

warnings: SEXUAL THEMES!! MINORS DNI. cussing, illusion to smut but no smut.

summary: Jacob just wants her to tell him that she is his, and he can finally feel complete.

Jacob stood in front of the stove, watching the soup simmer with his arms crossed. Another day snowed in, another fight with the Deputy. Why must she make everything so complicated? Everything was so easy when this first started - the love part was the part he found the hardest to deal with. He had to fucking win every argument but so did she, she fought just as hard and wouldn’t back down just like him; one of the things he loved about her. Why couldn’t she see that all he wanted to do was protect her?

Jacob almost froze when her hand grazed his stomach, moving to fit perfectly at his side. Her arm holding his stomach, the other rested on his back - her head rested on his arm. His hand reached for her head, gently smoothing down her hair. If he had enough strength in his heart, he would’ve kissed her. He would’ve pulled her into him, intoxicate her with his love and never let her leave his sight - that’s what he wanted. She made his words so complicated.

“I don’t think I want to leave you.”

The first words she spoke in a couple hours, even when she burned herself on the fireplace. And they made his heart squeeze uncomfortably - he never wants you to leave him here alone. “I don’t want to leave you.” She whispered like a prayer - the quiet ones like the ones he spoke as a child. His hand that rested on her head moved away, he turned to face her and she looked up at him with those tired eyes - the Deputy’s eyes. He wanted to see her.

Her name slipped from his tongue like a wish, so soft and subtle she barely caught it, his large hands settled on her jaw. She was exhausted - from fighting the cult, fighting with the Resistance, fighting with him - he wanted to take it off her shoulders. Kiss away the problems, let her tell him her deepest secrets; he knew she wasn’t much of a sharer though. He only leaned forwards, meeting his forehead with hers - a symbol of his trust and love for her.

“Let me take care of you,” The Soldier coaxed. “let me love you.”

“We won’t work,” She recalled one of the statements he made the day before. “We can’t work outside of this cabin, Jake.”

“But you don’t want to leave me because you love me?”

The Deputy bit her lip a little to stop her train of thought from becoming words spoken from her lips. So, she only nodded - the man nodded against her forehead gently. Her hands found themselves against his chest, his own moved from her jaw down to the hem of her shirt.

“Tell me to stop, Deputy.” His voice was small, so unlike him but she knew why. He was nervous. “Tell me to stop and I’ll stop, my love. If we do this, you can’t leave me. I’ll be yours - you’ll be mine.”

There was a beat, a pause, a breath - Jacob’s hands pulled her even closer, tugging up her shirt. She let him, she let him closer to her as his hands moved to settle on her skin right above her lower back. Her cheek settled against his, his beard scratching against her skin but she didn’t give it another thought.

“They’ll torture me.” The words left her tongue like acid, burning Jacob’s chest. “For everything I know, they’ll kill me for loving you. Or,”

“Or?” Jacob echoed, his fingers reaching up her back.

“They’ll kill you and I could never live with myself, so there’s two reasons why we can’t work.”

He paused, pulling her flush to his chest and pressed his cheek harshly into hers.

“We’re strong,” He answered, her hands moved up his chest to his neck. The shivers that went down Jacob were something to never be spoken of - but God, did he love it. “Let them come for me, little bird. They won’t touch me.”

The Deputy dryly laughed, kissing his cheek. “You’re so certain.”

Her fingers curled around his dog tags as he unbuttoned her pants, smiling into her ear. “I’ll rip all of their fingernails off, watch ‘em writhe in pain. I’ll peel their skin off, cauterize it,” Her fingers slipped the dog tags off of his neck, causing him to pause. Jacob leaned back, gazing down at his teary-eyed Deputy who wore his well-polished dog tags and his whole world collided with the Sun.

“I’ll crucify them before I let them take me from you.”

A tear escaped her eye, falling down her right cheek and Jacob’s hand reached up and flicked it away with his thumb. He ducked a little, placing himself centimeters from her lips.

“I just want you to tell me if you want me.”

His thumb grazed over her bottom lip, his eyes zeroed in on her face. Her eyes only gazed into his.

“I want you.”

Jacob has only ever ripped one shirt before in his life, but the way her shirt pulled apart so easily from his own hands as his lips met hers - the way it made a needy conversation turn into the elegant dancing of their lips. He felt weak with all of these feelings - the way she made him fall to his knees and kiss her bare stomach with a hunger like no other was terrifying. He was strong, but anytime he knew she was around, his body grow weak and he falls to his knees in worship of her and her body.

He’d ask Joseph for forgiveness later since he has been worshipping something other than His Word.

Jacob laid her sleeping figure upon his bed, the one he hasn’t slept in the whole time they’d been here. His knee fell upon the mattress, pushing the blanket away as he pulled her into the middle of the red sheets, bringing his knees to straddle her feet before he moved up a little. He placed his hands beside her arms, lowering his body on top of hers and settling his head on her stomach - just like the countless times before.

She smelled like him now, he found it…distasteful. As much as he burned for the thought of her being his, she smelled like home.

He disregarded the thought as he kicked the blanket forwards, grabbing it with his hands and tugging it over his head, up to her collarbone. He was incredibly sweaty and hot, but that didn’t matter. She always grew cold sooner or later. Her hands settled on his cheek and hair, combing through it. Now he was enveloped in her scent, his heart rate calmed and his hands curled to rest on the outskirts of her upper back.

Exhaustion was creeping up the Herald’s back, squeezing her back a little. She tugged on his hair a little as a response, his eyes fluttered closed. God, did he love her. He would destroy everything in his path for one last taste, he would lay God’s body in a shallow grave for one last kiss. He was weak in her presence, but he knew that made them strong.

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skoll-sun-eater · 3 months

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Yaay, I finished my gift commission for my husby, based on my fic 'Play Nice'. Yeah Phedra, just cannot be in the picture. 😅 She's there tho, I prommy.

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#Jacob Seed #jacob seed fanart #jacob seed x female deputy #My art #far cry 5 #Commission

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alexxmason · 2 years

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I want you stuffed into my mouth Hold you down and tear you open Live inside you Love, I'd never hurt you But I'll grind against your bones until our marrows mix I will eat you slowly

grateful to commission talented @schoute to this iconic scene for Jacob and Teagan. I was screaming and giggling with how amazing this piece is!! From the curls, the freckles and their scars 😭 every detail is mesmerizing. Talented/sweet artist to work with!❤️❤️❤️

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direwombat · 1 year

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Ahhhhhhhh h I commissioned @schoute to draw jacob and syb with syb as a chosen (ie, her in her endgame look) and I am absolutely blown away!!! I am going to stare at this for the next five hours 🧡🧡🧡

#oc: deputy sybille la roux #jacob seed #jacob seed x deputy #jacob seed x female deputy #r: define your meaning of war #schoute #im so happy oh my goddddddd #im gonna print this out and eat it

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flare-queen · 9 months

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Some fun screenshots from the arcade, with the Seeds and Deputy Riley Colt.

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socially-awkward-skeleton · 2 years

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Catch and Release

https://archiveofourown.org/works/40124781

Fandom: Far Cry 5, Far Cry (Video Games)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Female Deputy | Judge/Jacob Seed

Characters: Female Deputy | Judge (Far Cry), Jacob Seed

Additional Tags: Bickering, post Eli sacrifice, unhealthy relationships, older man/younger woman

Summary:

Kit has made her sacrifice, Eli is dead, and upon walking up to the gates of St. Francis Veteran's Center, she's decided to hand over the rest of the Whitetail over to Jacob.

#far cry fan fic #far cry 5 fanfiction #fan fic #jacob seed x female deputy #female deputy x jacob seed #jacob seed #deputy kit cross

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inafieldofdaisies · 8 months

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Ships as Grid Playlists / John x Sabrina and Jacob x Mercedes

Saw @corvosattano and @nightbloodbix do this style of grid playlists for their ocs (linking both posts below) and I ended up getting the idea to do edits with two of my ships as focus. The spin here is I thought it would be neat to have A-side and B-side of a vinyl on top of the usual quote and track list edits. Chances are one day I might do a follow-up for Calahan and Mary May and the other ships from In Hope of Tomorrow. ❤️

inspo / inspo

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ashalle-art · 2 years

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One of this week's prompts in my server was "Shut up" "Make me" And it just had to be Eve and Jacob <3

#fc5 #fc5 fandom #fc5 fanart #jacob seed #jacob seed x female deputy #ashalle art #fc5 jacob seed #female deputy #AshalleArtPromptWeek

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