#i love joseph seed

[tokillaking13]

buncha sketches

[sunshowersanddandelionwine]

au where the Riley family lives and simon gets into some Deep Shit™️ with some sort of group, whether it’s cartel or a terror org or what have you. And despite his and price’s and laswell’s best efforts, even the most privileged information eventually makes its way to the highest bidder. Which means that when this amorphous Group wants to hurt the ghost, they go after his most tender weak point.

They snatch Joseph Riley on his way home from school one day, and he’s terrified. He knows what his uncle does (vaguely and highly sanitized), enough for a kid his age to understand the gravity of the situation. So he has some idea of what’s about to happen.

Joseph doesn’t really have a good gauge on the passing of time, trapped in a dank, moldy cell in the ground with a single dirty window that doesn’t let in much light. The cuffs around his wrists are too tight, chafing against the thin skin. He’s hungry, thirsty, tired, but not scared. Okay, he’s a little scared but not as scared as he should probably be. Because he knows that come hell or high water, Uncle Simon is on his way.

That is, until the Group gets tired of waiting for Ghost to make a move and decide to send a message. They grab Joseph by the scruff and drag him out of the cell he’d memorized every inch of through the building. Joseph doesn’t know what’s happening, but whatever it is can’t be good.

And it isn’t. The door they come to is large, looks like it’s solid steel but with a weird sheen to it. There are claw marks digging into the frame and the ground. And a low, persistent growl echoes from behind the metal. Before Joseph can even think to speak, to beg for his life, one of the men unlocks the door, throws Joseph to the ground, and slams it shut behind him.

He falls in a crumpled heap, panting and coughing into the darkness around him. And then he freezes. Because the room is silent. The growl is gone. With the last bit of courage he has, he lifts his head from the dirty, iron-smelling floor and locks eyes with two bright blue irises glowing in the dark.

He’s heard stories of the wolves before, caught somewhere between man and monster. Some had come from Uncle Simon, some where rumors floated around school, some were just stories told to scare children. The stories all talked about the ferocious majesty of wolves, massive frames and thick fur and pearly white, razor sharp fangs.

This wolf is entirely unlike those stories. In the barely-there light leaking through the seam of the door, he can see just how bad the wolf is. His fur is ragged and hanging off his skeletal frame. Barely healed scars cut deep gouges into his face and flanks. And his eyes have no keen intelligence left, just base animal instinct. He’s watching Joseph silently, unmoving.

Joseph knows the wolf is starving, and he’s the unwilling lamb led to slaughter.

But the wolf doesn’t pounce. He inches forward, nosing gently at the bruises and scratches on Joseph’s face. He whines quietly when Joseph hisses from the movement. And he herds Joseph away from the door towards a tangled pile of dirty blankets and straw, curling around his shivering body with eyes pinned to the locked door.

Wolves are pack animals, and werewolves are no exception. When one werewolf soldier Sergeant MacTavish was drugged and captured, the Group thought they had themselves a mindless killing machine. They thought they could throw a child at a lonely, feral wolf and send the Ghost a gruesome message. They either didn’t know or didn’t care that pups, no matter the species, are precious to the pack. They gave Soap a pup, and he would protect that pup with his life.

(And when Ghost bursts into the cell not long after, blood soaked and wild eyed, he doesn’t expect to see his nephew, alive and relatively unharmed, with a massive guard dog curled around him. He doesn’t expect that guard dog to change back into a man. And he doesn’t expect that guard dog to stick around once he’s back on his feet, sticking to his side like he’s got no where better to be.)

[jacobseedvaas35]

HERE HE IS!!! Jacob Seed is complete

“I CULL THE HERD! ITS WHAT I DO”

[josephseedismyfather]

GUYS. Please forgive my excitement. I received the most AMAZING birthday gift from @redreart in the mail today! I am so incredibly lucky to call you my friend 😭 I do not have the words to explain how special your friendship has been to me. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THESE BEAUTIFUL PAINTINGS! The pics don't do them justice! I LOVE YOU! 🥰

[lulu2992]

Deleted answering machine messages from Far Cry 5

I found more unreleased content! Here are three messages that were cut and are not available as sound files, but are still transcribed in the oasisstrings file.

“Cult Follower Female 3” - Holland Valley:

Just need to elaborate on somethin' John Seed said earlier. He said we can't think of these people who're joining us as "prisoners." More like people who've been led astray by the world out there. A world that made them dismiss first and think later. They will say YES to their new lives. We need to give them time. Give them love. Make them feel it.

Adelaide Drubman - Whitetail Mountains:

Alright you limped-dick son of a bitch. What on God's green earth did you say to my Xander? Poor sweetheart's been starin' like a deer in headlights for near an hour, eyeballs big as a kitty-cat's. Said you came by is all. Did you threaten him? I swear on my mother's grave, if you threatened him, I will shove my rifle so far up your ass you won't even hear the gunshot. You have no right to be here. Not you or your damn son. So stay clear, you hear me?!

Tweak - Henbane River:

You destroyed my life. Once I've come down from this high I'm gonna get you somehow

I don’t know why they didn’t make it to the game, especially since they all seem still relevant to me. Maybe they were linked to locations that were eventually cut. I’m just speculating but, for example, it’s possible the inside of Fort Drubman (which is in the Whitetail Mountains) was going to be explorable at some point and Adelaide’s message was on a phone in the house. Also, I really wish I knew who Tweak is talking to...

There’s another recording, still available as an audio file, but that I don’t remember ever hearing in the game.

And there are deleted messages from Joseph (one) and Faith (seven), all in the Henbane River region, but I’ve already talked about them here :)

[chizups]

used J. C. Leyendecker's work for reference

[simplegenius042]

WIP Moodboard/Wednesday, Last Line and First Picrew

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WIP Wednesday for my Unnamed FC5 Omegaverse WIP, Moodboard for my Doki Doki Literature Club WIP You Make My Heart Go Doki Doki Literature Club!, Last Lines for my Wednesday WIP Word Of Woe and a picrew of Silva during Christmas. Enjoy under the cut:

Another snippet for the FC5 Omegaverse WIP, with Silva trying to live her life in relative peace as a junior deputy and contributing member to society. And yet she can't even have that at a public barbecue when Eden's Gate crash it. Read below: [CW: Minor subtle discrimination in the context of Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics, mostly towards Beta dynamics like Silva here (there's more in the full scene but here it's just like maybe once, or two if you count John ignoring Silva's obvious signs of 'leave me alone'. Also John harassing Silva, but what else is new]:

Silva really just wanted to fill up her plate with some nutritional food in peace and without an alpha poking his nose into her business for whatever reason.

She was unsure what his game was; could he be trying to determine if she was an omega? She understood that some omegas took a variation of suppressants that masked their scent as similar to betas, if only to deter certain alphas.

Although the suppressants were often effective, it didn't take much to discern the difference between an omega using suppressants and a regular beta. A beta's scent was far stronger than that of a suppressant's scent, though Silva guessed that wasn't common knowledge.

That or she had a better sense of smell than most betas. Which she didn't disqualify as an option.

"Invited by friends," Silva answered curtly, gesturing to where she saw her co-workers last, "Thought I'd socialize a bit."

His scent was throwing her off. Not because it was like an oregano herb, unlike the homely, comforting scent of basil and parsley that Paul had, but because he seemed familiar. Intrusive as well.

"Funny you should say that," the alpha, John, replied with a confident grin, "I've seen you avoiding more people than talking to them."

She glanced into his blue eyes; his smug glint irked her. She rolled her eyes as she replied, "That's because I'm done socializing."

She moved down, away from the alpha, and reached for the chicken ceasar salad to add to her plate; to compliment the chops that were already present. As she began topping it, her unwanted and persistent conversationalist filled the gap between them and asked, "So what is it you do around here?"

Silva's brows knitted together as she gave him an annoyed glance, stating, "I made it very clear I was done talking."

John chuckled, "No need to be so tart, my dear. Besides, I think you do want to talk."

Silva paused when she heard what he said; there was a tone within his words that rung sharply in her head, a growl that commanded obedience. To an omega, it'd be something to fear or respect; an effective deterrent towards refutes. To her though, it was something that grated at her nerves, like a man-child loudly demanding he get his way.

But it also sounded so damn familiar.

She looked at him with a burning glare that seemed to surprise him; like he hadn't prepared for his alpha voice to fail.

"I would be inclined to talk if I choose to," Silva asserted, adding, "And if you use that voice of yours on me again, you will regret it."

Despite the warning, John seemed more intrigued than anything else, putting on a friendly smile. Which bothered Silva immensely.

Her dissatisfaction only furthered when he replied, "My apologies. I wasn't too sure if you were actually a beta. I'm sure you're aware how omegas believe they have to hide themselves with your scents... a shame really."

Silva gazed at John with a stoic expression that contradicted with the bafflement she felt. One moment he was acting like a persistent sleaze and the next he's suddenly chummy with her after finding out that, yes, she is in fact, a beta.

She chose the last of her toppings for the chicken ceasar salad before walking away from him. Silva didn't grace him with a goodbye, just left him to fill up his plate.

However, in spite of this, he persisted in pestering her.

"Hold on now, you still haven't answered my question," he unhelpfully informed her as he followed after her.

Silva gripped the cutlery in her hand, repeating the mantra, It's illegal to kill a person without reasonable cause. It's illegal to kill a person without reasonable cause. It's illegal to kill-

It wasn't as helpful as she thought it would be.

[Silva to John, in some other AU probably: "In all timelines. In all possibilities. Only you... can show me how fucking annoying a person can be." If anyone understands this edited reference, I'll let you know I liked the season. Didn't love it, but it was still very good despite the high expectations]

Last Line for Word Of Woe, which is a WIP for Wednesday post-Season 1 set in the Life, Despair & Monsters series, where Wednesday Addams returns to Nevermore to unravel a new mystery; who the in the Nine Hells is bold enough to stalk her? Here she sees the introduction of Nevermore's new botany teacher:

When the teacher entered, Wednesday noted his appearance; he wore a dark blue suit that would have been better for a Gala than a school, with his dark hair and eyes, short stature, and the ridiculous Breton cap he adorned on his head didn't help her judgement of him. There was a skip in his step, with a jolly smile that sickened Wednesday.

He also held a cane in his hand, the handle like a bulbous doorknob. She wondered if he's ever caved in a skull with that.

However, her eyes narrowed when she realized something; she's seen him before. Earlier in the courtyard, playing what she presumed to be chess with a crowd of students around him and his opponent.

Moodboard for You Make My Heart Go Doki Doki Literature Club! is a WIP for DDLC, where Monika and her friends find themselves in the real world, with only Monika able to remember the things she did while in the game, and as a result the guilt too. She also gets used to actually living and while she does want to do just that, she can't help but notice a few... contradictions to her new reality.

And below is the first ever picrew of Silva Omar. It... certainly is a close encapsulation of how I picture Silva (second to her faceclaim Mina El Hammani). Although she usually has her hair done up in one braid tail that stays behind her. But this is as close as I could get to her hair undone. Here she is attempting to commit to the Christmas joy. Could either be celebrating at Elsa's lodge (which would explain the undone hair (plus the sweater) as Silva didn't do up her hair until after Persephone's death...) or at a co-workers home or something akin to that for a party (which would explain the false joy and tired look as Silva is generally like that because of her insomnia and night terrors plus putting up a front to hide her grief for this particular month... though post-Persephone's death, Silva would be spending her time alone at her residence because, well, this is the month her sister die and Christmas is literally Elsa's birthday so...). Anyway image below:

[orphiceonian]

do you think John maybe second guessed his brothers plan after seeing Rook throw themselves down a staircase to break free from that chair? Like he just saw some rookie cop do that without a moment’s hesitation and he just radioed over to Joseph like dude we fucked up, this deputy is batshit insane and we are making it worse. cause if i was him I would have packed it in and surrendered after seeing that good heavens

[siegespring]

this but actual post ^ヮ^ ,, character on the left belongs to @ineedlovein :33

[doritofalls]

sooo crazy about joseph that he KNOWS he's manipulative, he's very consciously and methodically manipulative (as shown on rachel and rook), he knows he's breaking people the damage he's causing by pulling out their insides and rearranging them for any purpose he sees fit and yet!!!! he's still the good guy of his narrative!!!! bro doesn't miss a beat!!!!! complete disregard of other people's selfhood and boundaries is like the one unified seed family tradition.

[tokillaking13]

[sunshowersanddandelionwine]

Ah I’m so excited! The blue moon snippet was so good :D and mer may respectfully any details? 👀

Thank you!!! I’m gonna be honest, roach’s pov is really making me work for it XD I’ve written and rewritten more of this fic than any fic for any fandom I’ve previously worked on lmao

And the mermay fic of course I’ll give some details! I don’t want to give too much away, of course, but it’s a “Soap got medically discharged and doesn’t know what to do with his life” kind of fic :D he moves into his grandparents’ cottage on a cliff above the sea after they pass and is just kind of going through it, you know? But one day during a storm he hears crying down on the beach below the house and can’t NOT go and help! He rushes down as fast as he can with his leg, and he finds something tangled up in a net, wailing and crying so hard it just breaks his heart.

He finds a mer. A mer CHILD.

(It’s Joseph!)

*dun dun DUN*

Basically the rest of the fic is Ghost watching ominously while Joseph comes to visit his new best friend Soap, language barrier shenanigans, some angst regarding illegal fishing operations, and maybe a bit of reverse little mermaid vibes at the end :D

Also, because Soap doesn’t know Joseph’s real name (because of the aforementioned language barrier), he calls him minnow 🥰

[jacobseedvaas35]

Far Cry New Dawn!! More from Jacob Seed’s region and Joseph’s compound!

[josephseedismyfather]

The Seeds Tarot Cards

The Seed brothers. All 3 brothers are done! What do we think?! Can't wait to get more. 😏 @redreart, I wish I had the words to describe how much I love these. You, my friend, are insanely talented and I couldn't ask for more beautiful pieces from you! THANK YOU SO MUCH! 🥰😘

If y'all are considering getting art from her, please do it! You will love it!

[lulu2992]

This...

...reminded me of this...

...which is one of my favorite shots in Inside Eden’s Gate.

I don’t know, I just like how Faith attentively watches when Joseph talks to a potential convert (the Deputy in the game, Sara in the film), as if she’s assessing the situation, learning who the person is, how they react to the Father’s words, what works on them, and what doesn’t. She’s still, technically, Joseph’s subordinate, but it almost looks like she’s the one overseeing the interaction and making sure everything runs smoothly.

And if he isn’t convincing enough, she will be.

[derputy]

Far Cry 5 as Parks & Rec* - Part 4 (Pt. 1/2/3) || As usual, tagging some awesome inspirations @racheljo47 @ms-rampage @i-am-the-balancing-point @yeetslovescheese - they never once asked to be tagged but they (so far) still let me for some reason <3

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