#joseph seed au

[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.)

[chizups]

Mood takes sharp turn to uncharted lands of petshop!AU or something (=^‥^=)

I'm not planning on working on it, just felt like drawing this, but if you have ideas on the topic, please share :D

[thesillyphilly]

Here is some Joseph seed swap au art

Pratt is the one on the top right, Hudson is bottom right, and the Marshall is the top middle. It gose in that order and as it goes, the old mans jacket is getting toren up.

Joseph, my fav old man.

If u have any questions, feel free to ask

[simplegenius042]

Music Monday & WIP Wednesday

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Music Monday for two The UnTitledverse WIPs and one from A Radioactive Calamity of Love, Bombs & Gore and a WIP Wednesday for the The Silver Chronicles. For the next three-and-a-half weeks I'll be posting on Music Monday's songs traditionally about Five Nights At Freddy's and how I try to justify how they fit into my wacky little worlds (even the non-FNAF ones). Enjoy listening and reading below the cut:

Can't have a Five Nights at Freddy's WIP without The Living Tombstone's original "Five Nights At Freddy's Song" in the playlist. More Than Bargained For? is a FNAF WIP where my OC Lillian "Lena" Elliot becomes the Night Guard of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza after Fazbear Entertainment opens up the restaurant back up eleven years after 1994 (the events of the first game and when Mike is fired), because they find there are people who view the pizzeria as a "cult classic" type thing and are still fans since childhood of the place (Lena being amongst them), and Fazbear Entertainment will make a profit on that. The original animatronics (Freddy, Bonnie, Chica and Foxy, along with Golden Freddy but he's in the Parts/Service room) are brought back to the stage. There's a... stranger animatronic in the kitchen but he doesn't bother leaving there so Lena won't have much trouble from him. Follow Lena as she discovers how many skeletons are actually in the Fazbear Entertainment's closet (Like seriously, the amount of children and employees who have died under this company's watch is ridiculous and the fact they managed to come back many years later after their reputation was tarnished beyond repair). Listen below:

"We're waiting every night To finally roam and invite Newcomers to play with us For many years we've been all alone

We're forced to be still and play The same songs we've known since that day An imposter took our life away Now we're stuck here to decay

Please let us get in Don't lock us away We're not what you're thinking

We're poor little souls Who have lost all control And we're forced here to take that role We've been all alone Stuck in our little zone Since 1987

Join us, be our friend Or just be stuck and defend After all, you only got

Five nights at Freddy's Is this where you wanna be? I just don't get it Why do you want to stay?

Five nights at Freddy's Is there you wanna be? I just don't get it Why do you want to stay? Five nights at Freddy's, oh

We're really quite surprised We get to see you another night You should have looked for another job You should have said to this place goodbye It's like there's so much more Maybe you've been in this place before We remember a face like yours You seem acquainted with those doors

Please let us get in Don't lock us away We're not what you're thinking

We're poor little souls Who have lost all control And we're forced here to take that role We've been all alone Stuck in our little zone Since 1987

Join us, be our friend Or just be stuck and defend After all, you only got

Five nights at Freddy's Is this where you wanna be? I just don't get it Why do you want to stay?

Five nights at Freddy's Is there you wanna be? I just don't get it Why do you want to stay? Five nights at Freddy's, oh!"

"Replay Your Nightmares", although a song usually meant for FNAF: Ultimate Custom Night or at some stages, FNAF 3, is a song I closely associate to my The UnTitledverse Original Work, the sequel to A Blast In The Past, known as The Dark Awakening. Pretty much near the conclusion to when Calvin escapes the clutches of his captor's purgatory and re-enters the physical human realm several decades after his death/imprisonment, though he is being severely gaslighted worst than he has before while on his way to finally escape. He manages to make a little comeback at his captor near the final verse of the lyrics though. Listen below:

"In a loop inside the screen Your own prison in a dream Try to run and try to scream Even death can't save you

We replay your nightmare Replay, play, play your nightmare Replay your nightmare Replay, play, play your nightmare

Get in a cage While we rattle it While we rattle it Our eternal revenge We know what you did We know what you did." "IT'S ME", "It's Me", "it's me..." "We're all here just for you Get in a cage While we rattle it While we rattle it Forever!"

"Torture, torture, don't you know How your seeds of evil grow?

Replay your nightmare Cause he won't stop Replay your nightmare Come, it's your time to hurt."

"Get in a cage While we rattle it While we rattle it Our eternal revenge We know what you did We know what you did." "IT'S ME", "It's Me", "it's me..." "We're all here just for you Get in a cage While we rattle it While we rattle it Forever!

Over and over and over again Replay your nightmare Over and over and over again Replay your nightmare."

"We are remnants of your sins It's a game you'll never win When it's done it just begins Again and again, and again, and again You will pay for what you did Forever!"

Last song is "It's Me", and while not entirely connected to the Fallout world (especially my A Radioactive Calamity of Love, Bombs & Gore), I do believe it does fit in one specific section of The Waters Of Life Flow; after Alph (my Lone Wanderer OC) and Ore (Ortega Brantley, Ress' older half-brother) rediscover Blackhall as a corpse (without the Krivbeknih) in his manor, plus reconvening with Amata before they go look for Ress, both humans inform Ore of what they discovered down in the Dunwich Building's basement, Ore takes investigation there. When he finds the Obelisk, he discovers a recently failed ritual, and puts the evidence together to figure out who was behind the recent emergence of this "Occult"; his and Ress' father, Arcane Urias, the exact man he's been hunting down. Although he should go out and warn the others, he regrettably finds out he was, in fact, not alone in the office building. Listen below:

"Welcome to your office, settle down and take a seat Please pay no attention to the terrifying screams You should head the warnings of the voice that's on the phone Tonight, you might be by yourself, but you are not alone

The masks that we wear Pretend they aren't there But you can only hide for so long

Why don't you Spend the night Then you'll find There's evil that waits inside Spend the night Then you'll find There's evil that waits inside Spend the night Then you'll find There's evil that waits inside Spend the night Then you'll find There's evil that waits inside

It's me Me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me Me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me

There's evil that waits inside It's me!"

Now it's time for another WIP of my FC5 Bloodborne AU from my The Silver Chronicles series. Here the Seed Brothers (along with some disgruntled Hunters aka this version of the GFH and certain OCs) have stormed the Convent in the Henbane and confronted Vicar Faith on her betrayal and wanting answers for what Paul has planned for the "Hunt of the Long Night" that has made the scourge beasts ten-times worst. I haven't shown it (for reasons) but Faith calls Joseph specifically out for, quite frankly, abandoning and disregarding her (after all, he did hand her alone to Paul and his monastery as an inside-woman but neglected to actually keep in touch for about six long years) as some kind of tool instead of the "sister" he once claimed her to be. In the snippet below, the Voice shows it's ugly head and urges Joseph to dispose of Faith, something that John and Jacob are already advocating for, with some varying reactions from the Hunters. They're interrupted by... someone not affiliated with any of them. Will probably fix this up in the final product. Now introduced in her first debut... may I officially have you acquainted with my new-ish OC, Priestess Lillith; and she's also probably a witch. Read below:

Joseph stepped back from the Vicar and her vicious words; shocked by the accusations of the woman in front of him, once a sister he had brought into his family, by choice and virtue. The girl healed of her vices, given new life, a new purpose.

"Enough of this," John said with vehement venom, his blue eyes fueled with rage towards the cretin kneeling in the middle of the Convent's hall, "She won't tell us anything, if she even knows anything. We should vanquish this sinner while we have the chance brother, given she's chosen who she stands by."

Joseph saw that Jacob nodded in agreement, scowling at Faith's small form. He noticed the other Hunters made no dissuading moves, apparently in silent agreement. Before the Father could make any response to his eager brothers, he heard the Voice

John is right, He told him, tone even and still, the humming warmth pressed to the edges of his mind, She is a vile, treacherous locust strayed too far from the Path, Joseph. Unable to be saved from the doubt she drowned in.

Joseph's breath hitched at His words, the panicked, yet still sneering wrath in her green eyes only proving Him correct, followed by, She is no longer your family Joseph. This wretch has forsaken My light. She is nothing more than a rival. And she must be eliminated as such.

Joseph hesitated, took a moment to glance at Faith's form, as she lowered her head, holding the Vicar's pendant to her chest as she whispered. Maybe a prayer? Maybe a silent confession, apology, or vow? He didn't know, but what he did know was that the Voice spoke truth; she could no longer be considered the young woman he selected to hold the honor of being his sister.

It pained him to admit, considering all she gave to them in her devotion, but she was no longer family, like the previous two before her.

She was no longer his Faith, instead, she was Yellowjack's Siren, twisted and stained with the false shepherd's sinful ideals to spread false hope to the scholars of his Monastery, to turn their devotees against the Project.

He gave a disappointed sigh as he watched the woman below him refuse to lift her head up, shaking as the consequences of her betrayal was upon her, and nodded in agreement to his brother's words.

They couldn't let her warn Yellowjack, nor let her lead the Church Hunter's after them. This was God's Will.

"You... were once so precious to me, sister," Joseph tells her, and saw how she only curled into herself more, the fear she let dominate her heart sting his own, "I had thought you would be with us when we crossed the Gates of Eden... I now recognize my own blindness and... my own fault, for leaving you alone surrounded by those vipers and their venomous lies."

John tried to step forward, perhaps to refute Joseph's words, but Jacob stopped him, holding him back with a stern shake of his head. To allow Joseph this final moment with someone he put his faith in, even if they didn't necessarily understand it.

"But now, with the responsibility as your Father, I shall free you of their lies... of the burdening weight of your sin, my wayward child," Joseph heard how she sobbed, and had to breathe to not falter now, "The gates may be shut to you Vicar, but know, even now, that I pray God will have mercy upon your soul."

Joseph removed the revolver from his holster, clenching it as he left it to his side for just a moment.

His hand caressed her small, frail head, fingers pinching close the tube connected into her nose.

He cocked the hammer back with his thumb, and with an exhale, aimed it to her head.

He remembered how her small legs kicked as the monitor increased in its beeping, his resolve weakening, for only a second, before gripped tighter. God's repeating words ringing in his head.

"Shall you find peace amongst the angels, Vicar," he whispered softly, that he was unsure if she even heard him.

"Join the angels, my sweet Faith," he had murmured into what little hair she had, lips grazing softly as his tears slipped onto his little girl.

His finger curled around the trigger, coiling it back as he once more took responsibility-

Di-di-ding ding!

Joseph found himself thrown back by a harsh force that knocked the air out of him, grip on the revolver lost as it was flung elsewhere.

He felt hands on him, one tattooed and the other scarred. He recognized he was in his brothers' arms, lungs forcing him to heave for air from floor he laid back on.

But... hadn't I been standing before?

He leaned up, and saw he was a few feet away from the Vicar, who now had her head up, confused green eyes glancing around the Convent's room.

Joseph's eyes caught a glimpse of something on one of the upper balconies on the right side of the room, and saw a slim figure, cloaked from head to toe in dark shawls. She wore a mask, a pale one that's appearance was ghastly, jagged tear lines going down past the mask's edges, with a small mouth shaped in a "O".

He saw they held a silver hand bell in one hand, some sort of symbol carved in its waist. They shook it once more, the ringing echoing in the small chamber. The symbol glowed a bluish hue, and he felt his hairs prick up.

"Foul brethren," the smooth, matured voice of a woman reverberated through the Convent, the person unseen.

Another cloaked figure stood upon the left balcony, their mask depicting a false eye of a cyclops, with two slits for them to see through, the mouth carved with gnashing sharp teeth. They, too, held a hand bell, with a different symbol carved into the silver.

Their bell shook, the clapper tinging against the rim of the waist.

The Hunters with them placed their hands on the handles of their weapons, alert and cautious at these newest intruders.

Joseph was lifted to his feet, Jacob pushing him into John's embrace as he took to protecting their front.

"Fickle in your promises. Deceptive in your loyalties," the unknown woman's voice returned, a scathing tone behind it all, "Are you always shirking responsibility over your sisters?"

Through the middle balcony came the owner of the voice; another cloaked woman, but her embroidery seemed more intricate, the jewelry she adorned was more in quantity than her companions, like the Vicar who looked above at them.

The woman was taller too, her mask similar to that of a demon, an angry one at that, hairless brows furrowed, the mask's mouth full of sharp teeth, but two prominent tusks projecting from the lower jaw. It also had two horns protruding from the head, and through the eyes Joseph could see burning orange eyes glaring down at them.

"Why are the lives of your sistren worth less than that of your brothers?" she asked from atop the balcony, her eyes boring down at Joseph, "You are the one to bring them in. You are the one to feed them, to guide them. Ultimately, you are the only one to claim care over them, in spite of your brothers' vile envy and appalling apathy."

She gave scathing glances to both John and Jacob respectively, before her full focus stayed on Joseph, "And yet, when your charges' displease you... their lives are forfeit by your own hands. A more permanent punishment than what your brothers earn. I wonder..."

Her head tilts, the jewelry shifting as she ponders, "Is it because they are not of your blood that makes it so easy, even when it is your hands that molded their clay bodies?"

Joseph watched with an uneasiness when the nose of her mask held up while looking down at him, "Or do the opposite sex simply hold no value in your eyes, and the eye of your Lord, unless their role is nothing but flawless?"

Her words earned Joseph and his brothers some raised brows from some of the Hunters, though it did not last long as they focused on the unaligned women.

Joseph was shocked by the accusatory words, and he went to speak up, to defend him and his brothers, and the word of his Lord.

However, he was stopped by the lead women's scoff, "Regardless the reason, your hypocrisy is clear. But your familial responsibilities are not the only oaths you have attempted to break."

She brought out one of her hands, the gauntlets fingertips sharpened not unlike claws, holding a hand bell of her own.

However, it was not like that of her accomplices; it was bigger, and rusted in an ugly maroon, matted with the dripping red of the flesh stuck to the metal, with the bloodied fur of beasts clinging to the small clumps of flesh.

There was a sinister aura emanating from the ugly carving of the symbol etched into the rusted metal.

She rung the bell, and the atmosphere of the room shifted. A darkness flowed down from the bell, like a small waterfall plummeting out a mountain's mouth.

Down the balcony, the darkness encompassed the corpse of a Church Hunter, just as it consumed the surroundings.

The women were also covered by the dark mist, gone from Joseph's eyes.

Alarmed, Jacob aimed his rifle in search of their new enemies, while the Hunters twisted their weapons to enter the second forms. The darkness spread across the room, including blocking the only in and out of the Convent.

The Vicar remained where she was, staring at the silhouette of the corpse from behind the dark mist.

The lead woman's voice stated unperturbed, "I enforce upon my coven my unspoken vow. The protection for that which is precious to one of our own, against the iniquitous efforts of these men's greed. I call upon your essence from the past to the present, my kin. Stir from your desolate slumber, from your sleepless dream."

The bells rung once more, and the silhouette of the Church Hunter's corpse soon arose from within the mist, not unlike their smaller more angelic counterparts, the shape shifting and smoothing into something leaner, smaller than the alterations made by Saint Matilda. It soon began to walk through the darkness towards them.

"Through this corporeal form shall you defend your heart."

Emerging from the mist was a familiar face. The tawny brown complexion, small healed cuts littered across her face from fights long ago, though fewer in quantity unlike from last he saw her. The dark blue of her formal leather-layered coat covered the dark vest and white frilled blouse, adorned with a cravat.

Joseph noticed how young she looked, the expression on her face without the calm neutrality he had been accustomed to before she fell into a dreadful coma, instead replaced with an emotion he recognized within John.

Wrath. Directed at us.

He realized that her irises held no shine of silver, the indication of someone who had become enlightened, who become an other to everyone... no, they were a dull grey. She looked human.

The brothers soon realized they were not the only ones who recognized who this was, as the Hunter's froze; in fear? Shock? He couldn't tell.

He did see how his former sister stared at the woman. There was a longing there, a pang in her heart as the other approached past the Vicar.

She expertly spun her twin blade around, dragging one blade across the ground between herself and the Vicar, the same darkness she emerged from summoned once more to cover a veil of it on to Faith.

No one could see the Vicar anymore, but the more pressing matter was the scowling and sneering ghost enraged by their very presence.

"Through this corporeal form, shall you vanquish these fiendish intruders."

She pointed her the end of her blade at Joseph himself, glare calling for his blood.

"Welcome back from beyond the great consciousness, Elite Hunter."

She split her twin blade in two, twirled her weapons in both hands, and in a few blinks, Joseph saw her in the air, blades crossing as they cut down on their target.

"Silva Omar."

Joseph could only recall a great pain across his chest and the shouts of his brothers before he fell unconscious.

[firenorartist]

Bromance Rye x Seed

And Kim has somes thoughts but Joseph is too innoccent🤣

[thepachy]

My brain started to imagine a sort of prison Au for Eden’s gate because idk it’s fun but with their influence the brothers still grew the cult inside the prisons with the guards and all

Like Joseph using his usual charisma, John manipulation and Jacob violence

And i think Jacob in a prison would be WILD

[derelictheretic]

Was thinking about this au again,,

[callmethegarden]

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Joseph's smug contemplating begins to become unfocused, and Danny's aware there's a distant fear of letting his eyelids fall shut just so he never opened them again— no, it's more than that, he knows what fear of death looks like on himself because of Jacob.

Jacob. Jacob Seed.

He tries to use his voice, but his throat feels raw and instead of words there's only miserable groans of pain; regardless, there's a quick scratching sound before the familiar sensation of a palm pressed against his neck invades his senses and Danny winces back against his will, not sure how The Father would react.

"Shhhh, shhh child. Be not afraid, I mean you no more harm." And maybe to Joseph that was true, Hell for all Danny knew he never meant harm it just happened.

Inhaling slowly, he blinks the Wrath away and tries again: "Did you... beg them... t-to listen too?"

It's the way Joseph's hand, which was tenderly massaging the muscle between his shoulder and neck, freezes that gives away how right he truly was. "Do not walk this path now, it is done."

He wants to say that he'll walk whatever fucking path because it doesn't matter, because— he realizes, Joseph has nothing to be pissed for.

A laugh tries its best to leave his lips, but the noise that comes out doesn't sound joyous. It's something much closer to hysterical, with notes of horrible, terrible dry coughing; and when his teary eyes try again to look at the man in front of him, he sees Joseph's face riddled with what Danny thinks might be foreign to him: confusion.

"Y-you... saved me..." there's awe to his wording, he couldn't believe that they had started and ended on a crash, separating in the first but reuniting at last. Joseph's lips part again, to no doubt reassure him with sweet prose, but he cuts him, desperate to let it spill before he blacks out again— he wants to prove Joseph wrong.

"Father, they're... they are a-alive..! Didn't— family."

Danny passes out with the satisfaction of hearing Joseph Seed's knees hit hard concrete.

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[lumfandomsizer]

old dudes

Gift for sweet sugar aka @aronyflo

I forgot whatz drawing is bbut I love AU where's everything is okay😼

[pande-monty-um]

A WIP I'll probably never finish of the Seeds lol. Inspired by ghostrider.

Increase the brightness for better quality! :)

Thank you @221bfakerstreet for the inspo for Johns design!

[general-kalani]

"F-Fuck..."

Leaving a blood trail was never his intention, but his strengthened immunity to the Bliss unlike others, mostly because of his prolonged time in it to get used to it, had caused him to take more shots than necessary by his flock- the cult.

His brothers' cult now really.

Entering a nearby home he was thankful that, for the time being, it was empty.

No Resistance, no cult.

A blessing in his eyes, if he had to be honest.

But now, bleeding out with no chance of recovery... Well, it was only a matter of time until he died.

Sliding against a corner, no weapons on him he tried his best to stay awake but that was in vain...

He prayed that whoever entered the home next was not an enemy of some kind...

[sunshowersanddandelionwine]

scare actor au thought:

Someone (idk who maybe Nikolai) gets the idea to have a family friendly haunt every Friday before sunset. No gore, no jumpscares, just some trick or treating stations and other kid-friendly activity. And they go all out. Everyone’s in costume -yes, even you Nikolai this was your idea now you get to deal with it. There’s a petting zoo, pumpkin decorating, hayrides, you name it. The walker brothers bring puppies and Riley the dog is the center of everyone’s attention. It’s a whole thing.

The cast and crew also get to invite their families for free.

Which means that Joseph and the rest of the Riley family get to meet soap and the mactavishes for the first time

Ghost was a little worried at first, because joseph can be wary of strangers at first (and he didn’t want Tommy to scare soap off), but he didn’t need to be. Johnny has two older sisters, Joan and Mary, who have kids around Joseph’s age and they get on like a house on fire.

He was right to worry about Tommy, but not for the reasons you might think. He and Maggie get along really well. TOO well. Now it’s a Thing and they’re all suffering for it. Beth is having the time of her life.

(If Joseph and Soap’s twin nieces Agnes and Jules find their uncles snuggled up together in the barn, that’s their little secret.)

[chizups]

Something to get out of my system: My Far Cry 5 pairings (◕‿◕｡)

Vaguely based on alternative course of events, where the reaping didn't happen and Seeds didn't get as vicious as they were in the game. At least not yet... Still maniacs. Though I think I'll keep it low in my funny haha cartoon drawings.

John went to prison. Not for murder or cult activity, but for a much lesser crime that, coupled with his defense in court, earned him a very short sentence. During his time in prison, Salome visited him so often that John finally believed that she cared and wanted to help him. At her urging, he began treatment for his violent tendencies. When he got out, they married and for a time abstracted themselves from the cult. However, when back under the influence of Joseph, he returned to his old ways with some modifications.

Dina is a young woman who entered Eden's Gate as a teenager. She became obsessed with Jacob, something he didn't appreciate until she started shaking him out of his PTSD episodes. Deputy Pratt is convinced that Dina has simply been brainwashed (which is true), and periodically tries to convince Dina that she should run. Dina doesn't get the idea. Dina also doesn't really like Joseph that much.

Wisper comes from warframe Wisp. Drawing her with Joseph was a joke, and these characters connection was based exclusively on the fact that Far Cry 5 and Warframe are two of my favorite games. That's it. And then I got hyperfixated on the pair and now can't get them out of my head, coming up with more and more new scenarios for them... Oh well. After all I am an artist, I can draw what I want.

Faith playfully stole a kiss from an "angel", told Joseph about it, and he got jealous :D what a story. This idea started from a crossover on crossover with crossover which I have no intention to tell anywhere right now...

[thesillyphilly]

Look at this cookie man

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Music Monday & WIP Wednesday

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Now onto the Hazbin Hotel songs for The UnTitledverse, Life, Despair & Monsters and one song centered around Arraknis and the Arachnoids in regards to their envy and hatred towards humanity, and a WIP Wednesday for The Silver Chronicles. You can listen and read below the cut:

First up is more on Smile Tunes and more on Samuel Who's side of the story helping Charlie with the Hazbin Hotel alongside the other staff. Samuel is like 50-50 on the whole redemption thing since he knows that some people like Angel Dust don't deserve Hell but people like Alastor definitely do (also he has complex feelings towards "redemption to get into Heaven" since he himself is barred from Heaven for like eternity, not out of any wrong doing, but because his murderer, Edward Carmine, didn't take the ritual he was conducting seriously and unintentionally sent Samuel's soul straight to Hell and barring him from Heaven, instead of the original plan which was Edward sacrifices Samuel's soul so he himself can get a one-way ticket straight to Heaven or be barred from Hell for eternity). Samuel pretty much follows Charlie everywhere and acts as a younger/older adoptive brother (ageing gets weird in Hell), but their dynamic is like "she's the passionate dreamer and he's the guy that uses the fancy sometimes political words to sell the dream" and add Vaggie and you get the additional "call out the opposition's BS while keeping the dreamer grounded". This side of the plot for Smile Tunes is to prove to Heaven that redemption can work before the next Extermination; and what better way than to send one of their apparently fallen/lost exorcists (Kingsley) back to them along with some redeemed sinners. Though Kingsley is noticeably a little different from a regular exorcist as both Vaggie and Samuel come to figure out...

[CW: Mentions of violence and sexual themes]

"I can do this, somehow I know it I'll get Heaven behind my plans ("Charlie, hold on.")

There's just no way I could blow it Not in this once-in-a-lifetime chance ("It's just a meeting.")

To change their minds and touch their hearts Or whatever angels have ("This could be bad.")

Cheer up, Vaggie This could be swell Something tells me that today will be a happy day in Hell!"

"Okay, but just don't sing to them." "That bitch is halfway down the street." "Is she-?" "Oh, she's dancin'." "Ugh, no..."

"There's a warm fuzzy feeling that wafts through the air Every street so revealing, it's hard not to stare It's a realm so appealing, it beats anywhere If you don't mind the smell It's a happy day in Hell!"

In Life, Despair & Monsters, sometime during the midway point, there's a conflict between two antagonistic groups; the Ruins of the Midnight Rise, the main antagonistic force of this series led by Sir Enigma Malvolio and his fucked-up science fair rejects, and the Occult, the secondary antagonistic force comprised of undead magicians and magic-using zealots determined to bring back the Kin (reality benders who were akin to Gods) lead by a lich named Aggravor. They both are an issue towards the protagonists, although both Malvolio's Midnight Rise and Aggravor's chapter of the Occult are rivals to each other; one former a symbol of progress and the future (albeit to unethical degrees) and the latter focused on tradition and the past. The song below pretty much sums up the relationship between these two groups, albeit it would have been Malvolio's progress winning rather than Aggravor's stagnated approach.

"Is Aggravor as strong as he purports? Or is it based on his support? He'd be powerless without the other zealots he's amassed!" * "Oh, please!" "And here's the sugar on the cream He asked me to support** his team!" "Hold on!" "I said no, and now he's pissy That's the tea!"

"You old-timey prick, I'll show you suffering!" "Uh oh, the TV is buffering." "I'll destroy you, you little-" "I'm afraid you've lost your signal

Let's begin I'm gonna make you wish that I'd stayed gone, tune on in When I'm done, your status quo will know its race is run Oh, this will be fun!"

"Fuck!"

[* The Occult is made up of a lot of zealots, not just a few individuals with Aggravor leading this chapter of the Occult. ** The Midnight Rise would never join the Occult and the Occult would never want the Midnight Rise to join them, especially since Aggravor's in charge and has a strict definition of the characteristics they seek for in applicants. However, Aggravor would most definitely have sort out Malvolio for support in the Occult's endeavours, believing himself to understand what a Displacement like Malvolio would want (due to his own experiences with the Occult's founder, the Arcane Urias), however, gets proven very wrong very quickly].

In my LORE, the Arachnoids are beings from another dimension that were called by the Omniscience (basically the living will of the uni/multiverse) to help it expand. The Arachnoids made several sacrifices to enter the realm of the Omniscience such as replacing all their flesh with technology (given the realm of the Omniscience had gravity which crushed the Arachnoids as soon as they crossed the border between dimensions) and straying from their pacifistic roots (especially when building the Exterminators). The Archnoids utilized the Omniscience's power and helped it create worlds and structures and whatnot. They were pretty much the Omniscience's little helpers that built pretty much every natural force and element there was. Until the Omniscience learned to do so by itself, eventually doing what the Arachnoids could never do; which was create life (the Eldritch which were basically the Omniscience's children, and humanity + animals and stuff). The Arachnoids were surprised and curious and wanted to replicate this by making their own life... which resulted in the "Lost Ones" and the "Old Ones" who were swiftly abandoned. It wasn't until they discovered energy from a creature known as a "Paragon" which they utilized to create "the Kin", reality benders and reality-warpers that were the drafts for what would eventually become "the Old Gods" (until those were replaced by "the New Gods" after an incident involving Olympus warring with the other Old Gods). However, it wasn't an event known as the "Extermination Purge Wars" (a conflict that involved a vanished universe, Discord becoming "the Mad Kin of Carnage", and the Arachnoids' use of the Exterminators to wipe out around four generations of Kin). Due to the lack of explanation for such extreme action, especially to the Eldritch, Old Gods and the Bronze Era of the Time Bureau Authority, the Arachnoids were banished from the Omniscience's realm, and were forced back to their own home dimension (with the Exterminators and Boss Series deactivated and locked away in some dimensional pocket prisons/tombs). The Arachnoids have hated humanity for a long, long time, due to the fact that humanity is "important" to the function of the Omniscience while the Arachnoids basically built everything that allowed the Omniscience to become what it is today. Arraknis did not take his species banishment well, and has made plans for vengeance and to prove everyone wrong that the Arachnoids are the superior beings, and not humanity. I believe this song exemplifies this well:

"Let me stop you right there, save us all precious time ("Oh, okay?") If what you're suggesting is letting them climb Up the ladder, oh, they'd rather cross the Pearly Gates? ("Well, um...") Sorry, sweetie, but there's no defyin' their fates

'Cause Hell is forever, whether you like it or not Had their chance to behave better, now they boil in a pot 'Cause the rules are black and white There's no use in tryin' to fight it They're burnin' for their lives until we kill 'em again ("Okay, but-!")

Just try to chillax, babe, you're wasting your breath Did I hear you imply that they don't deserve death? Are they winners? Are they sinners? 'Cause it's cut and dry ("Well actually, if you take a look-") Fair is fair, an eye for an eye

And when all's said and done ("Said and done!") There's the question of fun And for those of us with divine ordainment Extermination is entertainment

Bow-now-now-now-now, guitar solo, fuck yeah!

Hell is forever, whether you like it or not Had their chance to behave better now they boil in a pot ("Where did all you come from?"*) 'Cause the rules are black and white There's no use in tryin' to fight it They're burnin' for their lives until we kill 'em again

Fuckin' Hell is forever and it's meant to suck a lot So give up your dumb endeavor, 'cause you don't have a shot Long as I got your attention I guess I should probably mention That we've made the determination To move up the next extermination!" ("What?!")

[*Whoever's speaking probably just got freaked out by the amount of Arachnoids that there really were in the room]

First snippet is of my FC5 WIP Oh, I Love It And I Hate It At The Same Time. You And I Drink The Poison From The Same Vine. Hiding All Of Our Sins From The Daylight... or as I like to shorten it as, the Daylight AU, because David Kushner's song encapsulates Silva and Paul's relationship. In this AU, essentially Paul escaped with Silva (instead of being separated during the Tumultite Massacre where Silva ends up with her sister and daughter like in her canon story). So the experience leaves them scarred together and worsens their codependency with one another. Silva's a deputy and Paul is a wasp "beekeeper". The Seeds want Silva to themselves but Paul is a significant obstacle in the way:

Jacob shifted on the couch, still stiff, still cautious. Beside him, Joseph was as calm as ever, patiently awaiting their host to return from the cabinet behind them.

It took all of Jacob's self-control to not just take a glance behind him to know what exactly Paul was getting, but given how observant the older man was, he decided against it, not desiring to be put on the spot.

He could hear the sound of glasses clinking and the cabinet creaking close, and it wasn't long until Paul rounded the corner of their couch and sat on the sofa across from them, placing three short glasses and a bottle of an alcoholic beverage down on the table that separated them.

Jacob hardened his eyes on the bottle, the cork plugged in at the mouth of it; a kind of scotch, from what he could read from the label.

Glancing to Joseph, he could see his younger brother's shared blue eyes narrow on the beverage. Neither had requested for a drink, and it bugged him that Paul picked an alcohol drink specifically.

It couldn't be for hospitality, the older man was already well-informed on the Project's rules, so it confused the men to what their host was doing.

Unscrewing the cork, Paul filled the three glasses half way with scotch, placing the bottle back before taking a glass for himself, making no gesture nor indication for either of the eldest Seeds to take a glass for themselves either.

Neither brother moved to take a glass for themselves, and Paul didn't comment on it.

The beekeeper sipped from his glass, a smirk spreading from the taste of the scotch. He focused his pale hazel eyes onto them, intrigue practically written on his face as he spread his legs and crossed one flatly on top of the other, though his face made a strange twitch when he did that.

Jacob finally noticed Paul's clothes were different; similar, but different. The color was still yellow and black, however he was wearing a Henley shirt, two of the top buttons left unbuttoned, revealing some of his dark skin. A contrast to the buttoned shirt he wore underneath his vest and suit. His pants were also different; they were missing the loops and belt he wore in their first meeting, and one of the legs seemed more baggy than the other. A minor mistake, likely another of his self-woven clothes.

It was casual attire; fitting, considering his casual attitude.

Swirling the glass in his hand, Paul didn't waste any time in asking, "So, what brings the eldest two Seeds to my figlia and I's home?"

Jacob looked to Joseph, his younger brother subtly leaning closer as he directed his words to Paul, "We were hoping we could speak about a very dire matter."

Paul raised a brow and tilted his head. Jacob noted that he didn't look worried, just curious. It was the same kind of tic Silva herself had.

"And what would be so dire that Silva and myself are unaware of?" Paul questioned in response, taking another sip of his glass. His tone lacked concern. Gratingly to Jacob, he looked more amused, his smile placid.

Joseph didn't waste time beating around the bush, as they agreed on previously, "I speak of the coming end. The Collapse that will bring upon flames and destruction across the valley, on the mountains and along the river."

Paul lost his smile, pausing mid-sip. His hazel eyes looked to Joseph, expression indiscernible. Jacob couldn't tell whether the older man's mind was racing or shocked into a forced stop.

Not even a minute, Paul finished the rest of his glass, placing it gently back onto the tabletop, empty next to the two filled ones. His eyes never left Joseph.

Paul changed his posture; taking his leg off the other, he sat up and leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees while his hands interlocked, nose resting on his hands while his focus narrowed on Joseph.

Jacob tensed, eyeing the man before him as he studied his younger brother. Paul didn't bat an eye to Jacob, making him more suspicious.

Admittedly, his first mistake when meeting Paul was regarding the older man as weak; his previous clothes gave off the impression that his stature was slimmer than it actually was, and his nonchalant and carefree attitude blindsided him.

In actuality, Paul had muscle, clear enough from the clothes he wore now. Not as obvious as Jacob himself, but still well toned. The suit he wore in their first meeting merely gave off the illusion of a lack of strength. And his jocular behavior was likely played up as well, to maintain a distance from his other qualities, such as his sharp perception.

It had Jacob curious. Who exactly was Paul Yellowjack? Was the man before him an illusion of his true self or did he simply exaggerate some of his present traits?

Most importantly, how did Silva fit into this? Does she know who the man before him is or was she as unaware as they were? For some reason, that didn't seem right to Jacob.

He was brought out of his thoughts when Paul let out a hum, breaking eye contact with Joseph as he leaned back up, seemingly satisfied by whatever conclusion he came to.

Paul grabbed another of the filled glasses, holding it by the rim, watching the liquid as he watched it swirl.

He gestured towards Joseph, stating, "Continue."

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