#fc5 anniversary exchange

[marine-c]

This year, I did FC5 Anniversary Gift Exchange, this is my gift for you, only you, @sephi-seedling-23 ! I hope you enjoy this view you too.

Say YES for it.

[direwombat]

gift 2/2 for @euryalex for the fc5 anniversary gift exchange!

i'm obsessed with the idea of jacob as a girl dad, so here's him having some father-daughter bonding time with jody!

*background is a photograph by degleex on unsplash because ran out of time and am really bad at backgrounds f;ljdafd sorry

thank you for @detectivelokis for organizing this event! it's been a blast!

[dadtron-3000]

This year I was lucky enough to get into the FC5 anniversary gift exchange! I have a gift for the lovely @baldurrs

♡ Jacob and the lovely Teagan! ♡

Thank you @detectivelokis for putting this all together!

+ a little moodboard I made to get in the mood to draw these two ♡♡♡

[back-in-the-magic-zone]

Gift for @tree-lizard for the FC5 anniversary gift exchange!

They asked for something with all the Seeds or with Jacob only so...I couldn't resist just going with my fave. Had a ton of fun with this one!

[nightwingshero]

FC5 Anniversary Gift Exchange ‘23 Part 1/2

I got @yokobai for the Far Cry 5 Exchange event!!! I was so excited to learn about your beautiful ocs, and I was inspired by the commission you had received for Brooke’s confession, so I wrote a little piece for it. I hope you like it! (A little nsfw with mention of knives.) Thank you so much @detectivelokis for putting this together, it was so much fun!!!

There was something eerily comforting about this room for John—whether it was the way it felt as if the outside was worlds away or if just the work done there soothed him. It was hard to say. And as he hummed to himself, strolling through as he admired the clean knife between his tattooed fingers, he couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face at the reason why he seemed eager for the confession he was about to receive.

She, of course, didn’t see it as he walked so slowly from behind her.

There was a high-pitched creaking that echoed off the solid walls, metal on metal rubbing together as she swayed ever so slightly—tiptoeing the ground as she hung there, waiting. John continued to take his time as she moved, the handcuffs digging into her wrist as she hung from the chained hook attached to the ceiling. John was very thorough when his confession room was put together and made sure that he had all the essential tools he would ever need to help the lost souls reach Atonement and reach the Gates of Eden. There was little, if nothing, John wouldn’t do to obtain that. And it filled him with something warm, something almost ravish, as the sight of her waiting for her turn—a confession she had willingly sought him for.

Brooke just watched him.

Her green eyes almost glowed with the lights that painted the room in a warm, almost red glow. So fitting for the process he had told himself on multiple occasions, more often than not when his hands held another shade of red. But John took his time as he approached his workbench, making a show of organizing tools that were already thoroughly cleaned and laid out, he had made sure of such. Nothing but the best for her, not when she was so Faithful, not when she was so devoted. To the Project. To Joseph. To him.

Finally, with that thought in mind, he turned towards her. She was beautiful—no, she was more than that. She was divine. All was bare to him, save for the black underwear, and he didn’t even hide the way his eyes roamed—appreciating more than just the canvas she offered so that she would forever carry her sin. No, there was always something quite alluring to the woman handcuffed and hanging for him, something that always seemed borderline bewitching that he couldn’t quite see himself walking completely away from it. The power he held was starting to get to his head, making him dizzy and drunk off it, so he cleared his throat and offered a small smile. Something he had hoped seemed reassuring and placating as he found the perfect spot. He could already see the words etched there, his hands working across her.

“Are you ready to confess?” he asked, his voice coming out huskier—heavier—than he intended but he didn’t quite mind as she shivered. The metal moaned in protest.

“Yes.” she answered. Firmly, straightforward, doubtless. Because Brooke believed. Because Brooke was committed. Because Brooke was starting to imagine those hands on her too.

At that, John smiled. John, who was the Baptist, who helped the followers become closer to God, smiled his devil smile as he stepped so close to her and carefully, lifted her legs up and up…until they rested on his hips. Instinctively, Brooke wrapped them around, hooking her feet together as John gripped her hips—almost painfully. “Stay right there. And tell me, Brooke, what is your sin?”

“Sloth.” She breathed and John was so close, he could feel the heat of it and he couldn’t quite manage the urge that had those fingers digging into the meat of her hips. Bruises would form, evidence of his own sin, but he could atone for that later, and he a had plan forming for that as he continued.

“How long has it been since your last confession?” he mused, the sacred words falling from his tongue as if they belonged to him—as if he had more right than any holy man before him. “Maybe a bit too long?” He watched with such intensity as she swallowed, his eyes following every movement of it, and it took her a few seconds too long to realize he expected her answer—that magic word that drove him forward.

“Yes.” She breathed and he found a thrill in the way her breath caught, barely audible but he made sure that no detail escaped him. He would savor this for as long as he could, as long as he could hold out, of course. John knew he couldn’t rush perfection, but the urge was there—he wanted to devour.

John clicked his tongue in mock disappointment, his blue eyes taking a darker shade as he offered a grin—showing her the wolf inside—and leaned in to whisper to her like a lover would. “Tell me about your sin, Ms. Greenwish.” The tip of his blade pressed against her skin, the perfect spot just between her hip and naval, and he already couldn’t wait to admire his handiwork once it was over. He wanted it just like this, easy to access and intimate, any way to be close to her with her legs wrapped so lewdly around him. There wasn’t an inch of her that he didn’t want to explore, to claim, and he gave one last smile to her. “Let’s begin, shall we?”

And the blade cut deep as her offering fell from her lips.

[tacticalhimbo]

Howdy @miasmat ! I was assigned to celebrate @detectivelokis FC5 Anniversary Gift Exchange with ya, and I come bearing a gift!

I hope you enjoy this fic I wrote! I had a lot of fun looking through Noah’s tag and the written documents provided, and seeing his interactions with Joseph. I hope I did them both some justice and captured that bittersweet buildup between them <3

Let me know if you'd like a permanent copy of this, too! I can slide a PDF or something your way :-)

Under a cut for length!

Smoke plumes coated the vast Montana landscape, though it was no different from how things had been. Still, day in and day out, cultists clashed with local resistance groups, just as they had prior to the Deputy's arrival. Nothing had changed in those moments where crimson coated tarmac. Not a single thing, even as the weight on Noah's shoulders fell to the earth at his feet.

And yet, everything had changed. For him. For the Seeds. For Joseph.

Shimmering dew drops splashed against the rich, country soil, accompanying distant footfalls in matting the earth. The air was chilled. Still. Hushed, as if the Deputy were the only one to walk the path at that moment. Perhaps, in a way, he was. The only one to go willingly to the Father, even after all he had done. To see him surrounded by chaos and bloodshed, and still find himself captivated by the beauty of those eyes. To find himself lost in the Father's intense gaze.

No. It was a simple task; nothing more.

That's what he'd told himself when returning to the wreckage. What he'd affirmed as gloved hands reached down to retrieve the twisted aviators. He'd held them up to the sun, watching as the dew dripped from amber tinted lenses. It was what he repeated to himself as he’d walked up the church’s steps, doing well to avoid the scrutinizing gaze of the working cultists just in the distance. They’d done well to avoid causing a scene, lest they’d unknowingly unleash a secondary ambush. Stirred the hornet’s nest just yonder, past the barbed wire fencing. Awoken the beasts hidden in the wild brush. No, they’d do well to wait it out. Prepare while they had the chance. To share subtle nods and check their persons. Always armed. Just as God intended.

The doors opened with a humble creak, a sign of wear on the wrought iron hinges. Silence. An empty alley of cracked wooden flooring stood between him and the central stage, dusted pews lining each side of the church's expansive interior. To the side, there was a small hallway. And within the hallway, which almost seemed to shrink around the deputy as he'd walked along the row of doors, lay the office. A quaint little door with a window illuminated by the interior light. Inside sat the very man he was searching for, head tilted down as he focusedly flipped through the stack of papers in his hand. Preparations for their next sermon. Statements addressing the latest incident, and how it was God's will that had pulled him from the wreckage.

Divine intervention. Intervention that only he'd known to be walking in the form of the cult's very target.

Seeming to sense a set of eyes upon him, Joseph lifted his head to find Noah standing there beyond the glass. The Father studied the deputy's expression before motioning for him to enter, and simply returned to organizing the papers.

"I—" Noah's voice caught in his throat, dissipated in the swirling thoughts that'd begun to circle his head. It wavered before he'd steadied them with a soft cough. "Your glasses."

Joseph glanced toward the deputy's hand as he extended it, revealing the aviators. They were worse for wear, but not beyond repair. It wouldn't be the first time the Father found himself tinkering over them. He set the handwritten notes to the side, resting them atop his desk as he'd stood to approach. To accept the offering. Curiosity swirled in tired blues, his touch lingering on the deputy's hand as he examined him. Then, he simply took the glasses and set them to join his notes.

"Something else is on your mind." The Father's voice was steady. Almost cautious in its guidance. It brought pause to the deputy as he lingered in his position just by the door.

Something else? Several things more like it. The way he'd instinctively pulled the trigger on a member of the Resistance. The silent understanding between himself and Joseph in those last moments. The decision to walk away from it all. To free himself from the confines of his duties. Conflict wrote itself on the other's face, jaw clenching as he'd bit back and swallowed the nausea it'd all stirred.

"I will not judge you for what you say, or whatever you choose to do. I have no reason to, given you've come on your own volition. If you'd like to talk, there is time. If not, then know my men will not attack you as you leave."

Reassurance. A kindness that tethered itself to Noah's very core. Wrapped so gingerly around his limbs and compelled him to take the spare seat just beside the few worn shelves. Compelled him to suck in a breath through his teeth and finally allow the words to leave his mouth.

"I'd like to stay. Here. I'd like to stay here. I can't go back there after..."

After I killed an innocent man. After I killed someone who put their trust in me. After I let him, and others, die to save you.

"I understand." Joseph took his own breath, pondering over how he could make such an arrangement work without risking those within his flock.

Of course, he would guarantee the freedom to leave at any moment. Tell his men that the Deputy would be in their protection for the time being. But how would he ensure others did not come looking for him? He couldn't, frankly. The best he could do with the resources on hand were to simply maintain business as usual. Keep the church grounds protected by any means necessary. Prepare somewhere that the Deputy could remain out of sight, but still have access to the things he'd needed. It wasn’t sound, but it would do. But there was one more thing…

"And Noah?" A pause to await the deputy's recognition. "... Thank you. For doing what needed to be done."

[sweetbunberry]

rookie deputy hazel bowers of hope county! i will not lie, she is a bit of a self-insert deputy oc but fuck it, we ball. i've been waffling on her design for several years and have finally settled on this iteration, especially because of the fc5 anniversary exchange run by @detectivelokis.

i'll have a full body image soon, as well as some writing.

[detectivelokis]

kinda unsure about doing the fc5 anniversary gift exchange again this year. the last two have been smooth sailing, but i would definitely need a partner if i was going to do it again.

[sukoshimikan]

Part 2 of 3 for the FC5 Anniversary exchange!

@direwombat

DireWombat FC5 exchange

[quentinbecks]

Joseph Seed

A gift for @spectralish from @bl-beater 🖤

[chaoshobbit]

For the Far Cry 5 gift exchange. Thank you so much for putting the work and time into organizing this @scungilliwoman! <3 I had so much fun doing this. :)) This is my gift for @depyotee Jason and Jacob being somfties. Hope you like it!

[wewillryesagain]

I joined @scungilliwoman 's wonderful anniversary gift exchange and got @headsmasher as my giftee! I drew Levi mixing up John a new drink called "The Cleansing" I hope you like it!

[miasmat]

Hello! Staying Anon for surprise but! What are some things that your oc Noah and Joseph enjoy doing in their relationship?

Ho boy First of - Hi, I can't wait to see it already, love you <3! Hm, I always imagine them being like an old couple, Joseph reading a book aloud and Noah listening, slow-dancing to old songs, chilling under a shade and Noah making flower-crowns or carving stuff in wood, in general in their duo Noah is the high energy, while Joseph is the more stoic and reserved person. I can't imagine going wrong with anything that would seem in character for Joseph

[wewillryesagain]

Oh my gosh I love it!! Thank you for the wonderful gift!

My gift to @wewillryesagain for the FC5 Anniversary event organised by @scungilliwoman ! As soon as I knew I had to draw Sam and Nick, this image came to my mind and despite me hating to draw vehicles (especially planes lol) I had to do it! 

[vasiktomis]

Happy Anniversary, FC5!

I had the honour of getting @thedumbdeputy as recipient for the anniversary gift exchange organised by @scungilliwoman, and this whole event has been a blast! It's amazing seeing so many people get together to celebrate, seriously.

Please enjoy this lil sketch piece of Deputy Alex (she/they, sometimes he/him) and Jacob Seed on a stroll with Boomer, who is doing the most. I hope you like it, Rae! <3

[strafethesesinners]

You’ll Be Fine

my gift for @euryalex for @scungilliwoman ‘s Far Cry 5 Anniversary event featuring Joey Hudson and Deputy Evie McDaniel!

I hope I did them justice!

Deputy Evelyn McDaniel was exhausted. Her overworked muscles ached, bruises and scrapes covered her arms and legs, and her ears still rang from the sound of gunfire and explosions of her most recent battle. But for the first time in weeks, her weariness was tempered by relief. John Seed was dead. His bunker destroyed, and his captives freed. And one of those newly rescued people was Evie’s girlfriend, Deputy Joey Hudson.

Evie and Joey sat together now,on a bench outside of the Spread Eagle bar, a first aid kit open on Evie’s lap. Joey would need further treatment for malnourishment and chronic dehydration, but for now those with life threatening injuries required attention from the few resistance members with professional medical training first. And so Evie had taken over Joey’s care; carefully wiping away dried blood and disinfecting cuts with hands that shook despite her best efforts to control them.

Joey’s hand shook too as she clutched a plastic water bottle, taking occasional sips, staring at the ground. She had spoken very little since their escape from the bunker, but as Evie finished wrapping gauze around a burn on her wrist, she set the water bottle down and grasped Evie’s hand.

Their eyes met.

“Joey,” Evie started, then swallowed, “Joey,” she said again, “I’m….I’m so sorry, I shoulda been there sooner, shoulda never let them take you at all I,” she couldn’t help the tears falling as regret and guilt tore at her heart,“I’m sorry.”

“Oh, Evie,” Joey said, her eyes also glistening in the neon light, “please don’t. Never be sorry. When…when I first saw you in that bunker I just,” she took a shaky breath, closed her eyes, opened them, “Evie, I never…I mean I always knew you would come for me. That you would do everything you could but…..I didn’t think he’d let me go. I figured he would kill me before he let you take me.” She began to sob.

Evie quickly wrapped her arms around her girlfriend, holding her tight. Joey pressed her face into Evie’s shoulder,clutching the fabric of her t-shirt as if afraid the deputy might disappear.

“I’m just so, so afraid,” she said in between sniffles, “that I’ll wake up and I’ll be back…..there.”

“Shhh,” Evie said, stroking Joey’s hair. It was tangled and greasy from weeks without a wash, but Evie didn’t care. She pressed her lips gently to the top of Joey’s head. “I’m real, I’m here. And I’m never gonna leave you ever again.”

Joey pulled back, and smiled at Evie, although her lip still trembled and her cheeks twitched.

“That’s a little unrealistic, don’t you think?” she said with a shaky chuckle.

“Nope,” said Evie, “I mean it. Get ready to have me around 24/7.”

“Oh boy,” Joey said, rubbing the back of her hand across her face. She reached over and cupped Evie’s chin. “I love you so much, you know.”

And she leaned forward and planted a light, soft kiss to Evie’s lips. Evie caught her wrist, brushing her thumb over the rough gauze bandage.

“I love you, too,” she whispered, before drawing Joey in for another hug.

The two women sat in silence for a moment, holding each other, basking in the relief of being together again. The warmth of their skin beneath their injuries and their mingling heartbeats reassuring each other that they were here and they were alive; something that until an hour ago seemed almost impossible. Finally, as the faint glimmer of the rising sun began to show over the buildings of Fall’s End and the first morning birds started singing, Evie stood up and stretched. She winced as her joints popped audibly.

“C’mon,” she said, tugging at Joey’s sleeve, “let’s get you a shower, stinky.”

“Hey!” Joey laughed, standing up more slowly and draping an arm over Evie’s shoulder; her legs were still a bit wobbly. “You joining me for that too?”

“Well…..only if ya want me to,” Evie said with a grin.