#baeogorath

[vasiktomis]

Painting over old .pngs because I used to think LEFT was over-rendering lmao. Almost 2 years apart.

#john seed #far cry 5 #yes i used to be baeogorath #eauveri stuff

[consumedkings-archive]

sneak peak of the final chapter of ancient names

but for real i think i might??? be staring at this for the rest of my life??? @baeogorath asked me what i wanted for christmas, found a loophole, and gifted me the most INCREDIBLE meme art and I CANNOT!!! look at my girl and the MOSCOW MULE IN THE MUG AND. SHE'S SO TIRED. I LOVE HER.

thank you red for this most incredible gift second only to your friendship!!!

#ch: elliot honeysett #fic: ancient names #fc5 oc #far cry 5 oc #baeogorath #dunno how i got so lucky!!!! #what the fuck!!!!! #anyway im NOT okay #thanks for asking <3 #gifts

[florbelles]

8, 15, and A for Lyra and John? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

thank you lovely!! sorry this took a moment, i thought i had it queued for yesterday.

john & lyra don’t have kids in their og canon — they never have the chance since dies in the holy war and she felt strongly against having children who would have all their earliest memories in a bunker — so i answered this for their shared canon with their dear darling deputy, @risenlucifer​‘s wesley brooks. <3

8 answered here xx

15.  who is better at comforting the kids when they’re scared?

this is actually all of them. wes is the first line of defense. lyra’s assertion that “she’ll gut anyone who touches them” with graphic descriptions of the disembowelment process were only questionably helpful so she left that bit to him and favors soothing witticisms and rationality.

john is also scared. john is crying. john no

( i jest. john is the moral support. )

a. who do they think their child takes after? in what ways do they remind them of each other?

shaggy is very certain they all take after brother john, most especially the twins, thank you very much. praise the father none of those sinner genes got passed on!

the twins inherited the chaos of their genes. lyra and wes are certain they were never that bad. john assures them they still are. physically, they favor wes’s coloring, with his eyes and lighter hair ( though jolene has lyra’s hair and freckles ). everyone but shaggy sees it; he maintains that they can simply never know decisively who fathered them. they remind wes of the minicultists with their penchant for drama and red soles.

cyrus and philippa resemble both their blood parents, with aggressive blue eyes, stronger noses, and lyra’s angular bone structure; they’re unmistakably both john and lyra’s. they’re not as volatile as their parents or siblings; while shaggy’s influence was lost on the twins entirely ( because of their sinner blood, no doubt ), shaggy successfully instilled a degree of temperance in them that prevents them from committing arson or homicide alongside their elder siblings. 

#answered #baeogorath #x: covenant #oc: jolene brooks seed #oc: noah brooks seed #oc: cyrus brooks seed #oc: philippa brooks seed #oc: lyra fairbanks #oc: shaggy #c: wesley brooks

[euryalex]

🖊🖊🖊 4 Louise, blease ?

Thank you!!

🖊 Louise moved to Illinois at a rather young age. She was around 20 when she arrived, and around 21-22 when she set foot in Lost Heaven. The only reason she managed to survive is because her family back in the UK is middle-class so she was able to have a bit of a starting fund.

🖊 When she initially applied at the Corleone Hotel as an entertainer, many people, including the manager, assumed she’d do physical entertainment. Some confusion and a smacked cheek later and Louise is officially hired as a singer.

🖊 And it’s definitely not the only time it happens. She’s received many propositions but the people who’ve tried aren’t the nicest, that’s why so far she’s denied every man. Except one, I suppose.

#Thank you!! #OC: Louise Mitchell #baeogorath

[chyrstis]

WIP Friday

Let’s do this! I've been getting down fewer words than I’d like lately, but I was able to scratch together a few over the last few days, and would love more than anything to share them.

Tagged by the excellent: @baeogorath @consumedkings @starsandskies @nightwingshero @amistrio @fadedjacket and @p0lkadotdotdot! Thank you all! <3

Tagging: @writerofblocks @guileandgall @cobb-vanthss @shallow-gravy @kerryseurodyne @jackiesarch @ma-sulevin @outranks @jackalopestride @geronimo-11 @faithchel @risenlucifer @tomexraider @lilwritingraven @raisinghellinotherworlds @princess-underthemountain @strafethesesinners @unlikelynick @scarlettkat86 @euryalex @ofravensandgenesis along with anyone else that has a fun WIP or two to share!

This first one’s a bit more from the No Cult AU fic that just keeps on growing, mostly b/c poor Sharky’s journey to Moonflower’s been derailed and then some. 

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He glanced up at the man, and immediately had to do a double-take.

This was a Peggie. One of Joseph’s people out in their full garb wondering what his deal was. An out of towner too, because though the wizard-grade beard he was wearing could’ve thrown him off, he couldn’t remember ever seeing him around the county.

Then the man squinted at him. Focused real hard for a few seconds until realization seemed to kick in.

“….Wait, I remember you. You’ve been by with brother John. Charles, was it?”

He shuddered. “Fuck, man. Sharky, more like. But yeah, you’re looking at him.”

“Do you know engines?”

“I…what?”

“Ours blew on the road, and none of us have much experience with this. But you’ve been helping brother John with these things, right?”

Now both of his eyebrows were up and pinched together.

“Sorta? It’s more like putting a fancy-ass shed up, but I’ve messed with plenty of engines. Rebuilt this one when it was about to crater on me from shit I had lying around, so I guess I could take a look at yours. See what’s happening.”

“You will?”  

The happy look that earned nearly threw him. Like he’d just offered the guy a free fifty for a lap dance, or something.

But shit, maybe he really could work some real magic here. It wasn’t like the car was burning up, or in pieces, and him touching it wasn’t a hundred percent guarantee it’d go up in flames. Not at first, at least.

So, he’d go check it out. Slap some duct tape on it, get them all going off to ol’ holy Joe’s, and still have more than enough time to hit Moonflower.

Nothing to it. 

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And how about a little more ‘It’s a Trap’ fic? Progress on this is still coming together bit by bit, but it’s still so much more than it was the year before, and this little moment’s been a hell of a lot of fun to poke at. 

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Her hand moved across the field, brushing atop the grass as it swayed with the wind. Her eyelids fluttering, she caught flashes of a figure in front of her as she walked. Guiding her along, brushing their hand over hers. 

Washing away the chill of the water. Washing away the last of the tremors running through her body as she reached out. 

“-puty?”

Hana drew her hand back. Rubbed furiously at her eyes as the voice behind her grew closer. 

“Hana?”

Glancing back, she swayed slightly on her feet, and John placed a hand on her shoulder to steady her. 

She remembered those twinkling lights. The kind that floated all around them on that moonlit night, hovering like fireflies as they danced. It was nowhere near as intense in this place as before out by that lake, but there was still something off to the way he was looking at her. 

She’d almost call it worry. 

“What do you see?” 

She saw his mouth form the words, but didn’t hear them until a beat later, blinking up at him, owlishly. “What do I- I see you.”

She lifted her hand and pointed at him, trying to track him with it as it swayed, and would’ve poked the tip of his nose if he hadn’t caught her hand. 

It wasn’t a lie, considering he was what she was looking at right now, but as she tilted her head up to look at him, she watched his lips part. Felt his stare as she tried to clear the fog in her head, and couldn’t quite do it. 

“Almost had your nose too,” she laughed, grinning up at him. 

#wip #I'm getting really close to finishing the first though #hopefully I can sneak in some more progress today

[curlymantis]

No one tagged me to do this, just keep seeing it

Recreate your OCs with this picrew. this specific picrew is literally amazing

my babies from left to right

Farcry 5

Vampyr

The Magnus Archives (Avatar of The Eye)

The Magnus Archives (Avatar of The Corruption)

Telltale Batman

Hannibal

Outlast

I’m tagging @lokidaemonium @grohiikmon @hawkfurze @gail-is-watching-you @deputy-janai @baeogorath @dep-yo-tee @jacobs-pup @gamer-purgatory @detective-marina-mccoy and anyone else who wants to do it 😌

#farcry 5 #telltale games #the Magnus archives #vampyr #outlast #own character #telltale Batman #oc #Picrew #Picrew me #farcry #podcast #the eye #the corruption #edens gate #Hannibal

[strafethesesinners]

Six Sentence Sunday Monday

Tagged by @scungilliwoman @adelaidedrubman @dep-yo-tee @xbaebsae @nightwingshero to share six sentences from a WIP. This is for an “injury dialogue” prompt with Cooper and @madsismad ‘s OC Jamie.

‘Cooper flinched as a bullet sent his hat flying. It landed in the dirt a few feet away with a huge hole in it.

“Oh you’re fuckin’ dead, mister,” Cooper growled.

He ducked his head out for a second, attempting to aim his pistol, and received a spray of splintered wood to the face. His shot went wide as he shielded his eyes with his arm. He needed to find a way to get closer.’

I guess I’ll tag some people even though it isn’t Sunday anymore. Tagging: @unleashedart @madsismad @goodboiboomer-fc5 @consumedkings @shallow-gravy @archetypesinthefog @ohfaiths @baeogorath @amistrio @dieguzguz @lilwritingraven

#yeah so #I was going through my WIPs for this #and some other WIP stuff I said I’d do #aaaaand I hate most of them 🙃 #the ideas are ok but the writing sucks #oc: cooper mccoy #far cry 5 oc

[lilwritingraven]

I was tagged by the beautiful and amazing @consumedkings to give a list of the names of my current WIPS.

1. Untitled Document

2. Untitled Document

3. Untitled Document

4. Untitled Document

5. Untitled Document

LMAOO sorry to disappoint y'all

Tagging @ohfaiths @stacispratt @oorah22 @thundergeek @baeogorath @adelaidedrubman

#tag games #im unoriginal #and lazy #lollll

[john-knows]

@jack-morrison​ @baeogorath​ What did I fucking miss.

#random writing

[jack-morrison]

WIP DAY

Someone dragged my ass back to Tumblr (*cough* @baeogorath *cough*). So here is a zoom in on a drawing I've been working on.

The red lines are just me tryna figure out how to make him look grumpy/annoyed in the drawing lmao.

Idk who to tag but uuhhhhhhh I tag everyone who sees this.

#tag game #my art #WIP #i hate drawing hair it makes me want to commit a war crime #john seed

[vasiktomis]

Someone fucking block me before the cops show up

#@ people who originally followed me as baeogorath for elder scrolls and fallout content #I’m sorry I failed u #red.txt

[consumedkings-archive]

7 and 20 and 25 for the writer asks, m'lady 🎩

your eminence!!! pop off!!!! how you spoil me!!!! under the cut for potential spoilers of AN and maybe WH if i’m feeling wild.

meta author asks ♥

7 answered here!

20. tell us the meta about your writing that you really want to ramble to people about (symbolism you’ve included, character or relationship development that you love, hidden references, callbacks or clues for future scenes?)

i’m a simple bitch which means that there’s a 1,000 things that i want people to know (lmao). 

the biggest being the symbolism/reference to water being a rebirth; there’s three times in ancient names where elliot finds herself in water (not like rain, but like, in water) and each time was very purposeful. 1.) the beginning of the story, when john is trying to “baptize” drown her; 2.) when kian wakes her up by dunking her in the same river to then try and hunt her for sport, which ultimately ends up being the most cathartic experience elliot because she gets to obliterate his face with a blunt object; 3.) the second “actual” baptism, which is simultaneously a thing that elliot wants and doesn’t want, and which is then witnessed by the one person whose opinion she really values (and who is still alive), burke.

i also really love the concept of the hanahaki disease, the Very Anime disease where someone who is plagued with unrequited love coughs up flower petals (and will eventually die unless their love is reciprocated), which i included one time in ancient names without explaining in the notes and now once in witching hour with explaining in the notes. it was a direct callback to the idea that john is continuously trying to have a foot in both worlds even though elliot tells him he can’t, because ultimately the continuous lying and attemps at just manipulating her rather than just being upfront is going to end up fucking him over nonstop.

favorite relationship? ell and jacob. they definitely would have killed each other but in my brain, after jacob saw what she did to kian, he thought. hm. yeah. survival genes. nice. and they had this weird tentative alliance after that.

uhHH yeah i could talk for a thousand years about the things i put in ancient names because i had so many and then never extrapolated on them asjdkhd i’m sorry this is so fucking long!!!!

25. what part of writing is the most fun?

the dialogue!!! in case you haven’t noticed, (lmao), i write really dialogue heavy stuff. i think it’s my stronger quality as an author and that i’m weaker in the scene building/set-up, because i love a good zinger/one-liner. especially where john is concerned. i tend to write things that i like, and what i like are black comedies/horror comedies, and so i love writing john seed in this context because the absolute incredulity that this absurd series of events has become his life but also it’s not that weird, considering who he is and where he’s come from, is so so so fun.

also, of course, getting to share it. i love getting to connect with people over my writing. i’ve made so many awesome friends here in this fandom and getting to share and just like!!! idk pandemic times but i still get to make new friends and chat with people!! that’s just cool imo

#ask games #ash.txt #baeogorath #ilysm!!!!! #sorry for the essay lol

[florbelles]

friends & mutuals appreciation post

— i initially wasn’t going to attempt one of these because i will invariably forget someone or something, but that isn’t a good enough reason not to thank everyone i’m able. ( tagged by a few of you but i won’t @ you here so i can properly mention you below, thanks lovelies! ). i’m not exaggerating when i say that some of you absolutely salvaged this hellscape for me. thank you so much for giving me so many lovely memories, laughs, and moments of pure joy this year. even if we haven’t spoken much or we met in the later part of 2020, i’m so grateful to have met so many incredible and talented people here. xx

@abosaa |  @adelaidedrubman​ | @amistrio |  @aridbadlands |  @baeogorath |  @bimollymauks | @bluemojave | @casino-lights | @chuckhansen | @chyrstis | @cobb-vanthss | @deathvalleyqueen | @fillianore | @foofygoldfish | @geronimo-11 | @goodboiboomer-fc5 | @harleenquinsel | @honesthearts | @jmcolt | @kiryukazumas | @lustyargonianmaid | @lilwritingraven | @nightingore | @nightwingshero | @ohfaiths | @paulielombardos | @pheedraws | @proudspires | @raisinghellinotherworlds| @ravusnfleuret | @red-nightskies | @reyesvidals | @risenlucifer | @roberthouses | @shadowhrts | @shallow-gravy | @shellibisshe | @smithandrogers | @softmillers | @spicevalleys | @stacpratt | @strafethesesinners |  @teamhawkeye | @theoutlawdiaries | @tomexraider | @tommymillers | @trvelyans | @xbaebsae

additional shoutout to the phenomenal artists i had the pleasure of working with this year. @felleyan​ ​(x), @theknifegame​​ (x), @reidreamer​​ (x), and @fadedjacket​ (x). i can’t thank you enough for your patience and creativity when i come staggering up to you with a concept and sparse references.

a lovely 2021 to everyone xx

#tag memes #ish

[adelaidedrubman]

WIP Day!

tagged by @baeogorath @proudspires and @lilwritingraven to share a WIP! (thank you all dears <3). sharing a little excerpt from Jestiny's first chapter because I promise it does exist and we are getting somewhere soon! tagging @shallow-gravy @ohfaiths @strafethesesinners @stacispratt @faithchel and whoever else would like to jump in!!

"Hey, rookie!” Sheriff Whitehorse’s voice barely cut above the noise to remind her where she was, what close quarters she was stuck in with the coworkers she’d barely known for two weeks. “Rookie! You're wasting your time, there's no signal out here.”

Don’t you think I fucking realize that?! She wanted to spit back, but held her tongue. Not because she was particularly worried about disrespecting her superior, she didn’t give a damn about that, certainly not anymore. Rather because she was too worried that if she tried to speak at all past the hardening lump in her throat, her voice would crack into sobs and tears would sting her eyes. And she wasn’t going to fucking cry, certainly not inches away from two men she was sure didn't even know her first name. A lack of familiarity that was by her own design, and she sure as fuck hoped to keep up now.

So she instead gave a curt nod before returning her phone to her pocket with a harsh shove, placing protective gear back over her ears and turning her head to stare out the window, dizziness from the altitude now the least of her discomforts, and directing hostile glare to the towering statue they passed by, chiseled white stone looking particularly surreal and ghastly glowing in the late hour moonlight with fog creeping up around its base to envelope Joseph Seed’s immortalized likeness.

Fuckin’ freakshow, she thought to herself with burning animosity still aimed through narrowed eyes in the direction of the inanimate monument, as if her situation were somehow his fault.

Kinda fuckin’ is, she told her herself. She hadn’t bothered to learn much about ‘The Father’ and his little ‘Project’ since she'd arrived, chalking it up to the type of small town weirdness she was accustomed to and always elected to ignore, but at least part of it had to be his fault.

[chyrstis]

WIP Thursday

Now that things have stabilized a tiny bit (or at least some of the stress has), I really wanted to see about taking part as a bit of a treat to myself, especially since @starsandskies was kind enough to send a tag my way yesterday (thank you! <3) I’m also really hoping to be more present as I start to figure out the right kind of work/life/fun balance I want to nail here. 

Tagging: @writerofblocks @cobb-vanthss @amistrio @shallow-gravy @kerryseurodyne @jackiesarch @painterofhorizons @ma-sulevin @foofygoldfish @teamhawkeye @guileandgall @redroci @geronimo-11 @proudspires @faithchel @risenlucifer @tomexraider @unlikelynick @fluttyseed @sneaky-apostate @baeogorath @fadedjacket  @princess-underthemountain @strafethesesinners @lilwritingraven @sapphicvalhallas @ofravensandgenesis and anyone else that’s interested, this is totally a free tag! 

First, Hana’s no good very bad day continues in the Trap fic though future days are certainly going to give her a run for her money

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“Good. This moment won’t happen again. Decision made?”

He nodded. That’s when he dragged her up, his grip tight on her upper arm, and Hana tried to find her footing fast.  Needed it in case another opening came even with the two watching her, but nearly lost it when he made her face the door and pushed.

The woman easily caught her, standing her up straight as she gave her a quick once-over. Then slapped a bag over her head, tying it tight.

This was bad. Well and truly beyond fucked as Hana sucked in a breath, and jerked away at the first touch to her shoulder. The grip that closed around her arm was a vice as she was guided forward, however, and there was no dragging her feet here as she was pushed out of the room.

Voices came from her left. One to two as she moved across the floor, paired with laughter.

Sinner. Look at you!

Did they know who she was? They had to have known, seeing as she’d cycled through as many red flannel shirts as she could get her hands on, and never bothered to change that up once. If someone had a punch - or heaven forbid, a knife - she’d never be able to dodge it like this, and idly wondered if anyone was nursing a grudge strong enough to risk it.

Then she heard names. The man’s - Ben, Benji, both were used liberally - and the woman, which sounded like an Essie or Esther, almost. But they didn’t slow down. Just kept her moving, even when mention of the Herald sent a chill running down her spine.

“So much for running! Wait’ll John gets his hands on you, and tears you wide open-”

She twisted in the VIP’s grip to headbutt the heckler and actually made contact. Felt something crack and give, and that was satisfying. Even if it stung like a motherfucker, and she was nearly knocked flat for it. Still, the woman holding her kept her up. Even when Hana snarled and tried to fight it.

That got a laugh. More than one as the voices came closer now, bearing in on her.

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Next, a little Faith and John conversation that I’d really like to add more to soon, maybe? This hit while I was fighting off a cold and failing, and I really couldn’t complain about a potential shot at some interaction between these two. 

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“She's warm. You should hear her laugh.”

“Laugh?”

John watched Faith smile as she remembered it. Saw that fondness settle over her as she tilted her head towards him, and extended her open palm.

“She worries a lot. Many do, but I could see that weight fade from her. How much happier she was, lighter, and the minute it happened, I didn't need to take her hand. She reached for it.”

John stared her outstretched hand down, and watched her fingers slowly close around air, nothing more.

“We all know that the bliss shows you what you want to see,” he replied, going back to his drink. “Are you sure you weren't suffering from a little wishful thinking yourself, dear sister?”

Faith frowned. “…Only a hair, but is it so awful to want that too? Peace for her and for us? If only you could only see how beautiful she was. Maybe next time I can show you?”

The glass stressed under his fingertips as he set it down with a clatter. “She'd be no better than a drunken idiot,” John snapped. “I want her lucid. Aware. To make choices for herself, and the more you expose her to it, the less she'll be able to come back from it. You know that.

“Joseph wants someone to reach her. To reach all of them. If your way doesn't work, mine might. It doesn't matter who gets to her first as long as she comes to us.”

“Willingly.”

“You don’t have to worry about that. She’ll choose,” Faith said, smiling once again. “She’ll make that choice and decide just who to give that smile to.”

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And a little No Cult AU, b/c I’m missing it dearly. There’s a little tacked onto here  from the previous section I posted a while back, but it’s really too much fun for me to want to chop it up any further.  

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“What are you-” Sighing deeply, John pinched the bridge of his nose. “Charlemagne, I can count the number of people I know on one hand that regularly deal in flammable items and explosives. People that I know personally, and would borderline even consider allowing within a foot of these things, given their past history.”

“Well, you’ve seriously gotta give me their info, ‘cause I could’ve sworn I had a handle on all of that shit in the county, and yeah, I don’t got a business card, or a phone number to call, but moving in when they know someone else’s got that down? That goes against common courtesy, man. Like, we’re breaking potential pyro bro codes left and right. You don’t just-”

“You! You are the person I know!” John shot, throwing both hands up as he gestured towards him. “You would be the one I’d hire! How you could even think otherwise is beyond me!”

The sound of a throat being cleared made both of their heads snap towards the front, and Sharky nearly did a double-take when it became clear who it was.

“I’m not interrupting, am I?” Joseph asked, looking between them.

“Joseph.” John paled, but slapped a smile onto his face in record time as he stood up straighter. “We weren’t-it’s fine. You weren’t interrupting anything, just business.”

The guy really had to be some kind of bible-based ninja or something, because he wasn’t standing right at the door, but within a few feet of the table they were by. Meaning he’d opened the door, closed it, walked well within viewing distance of either of them, listening as Sharky had struggled to put two and two together to make five, and John had all but-

Wait, hold up.

His thoughts skidded to a halt.

John wanted to hire him? Him, outside of this, whatever this was?

Looking his way, Sharky didn’t even give a damn that his mouth was hanging open, because holy shit, he’d said those exact words, and hadn’t taken them back or corrected them.

John was focused entirely on Joseph at this point, hands moving as he explained away, and didn’t dismiss him even at that point. Just kept on talking. So, Sharky kept on staring at him all while he kicked that fact around back and forth, and felt a smile start to creep onto his face.

#don't mind me #posting this probably way too late but it feels good to have something down and to post here again #and if I can sneak in some more work on any of these between slides this weekend I'll be absolutely thrilled

[red-nightskies]

Wip Wednesday

Tagged by @baeogorath​ <3 thank you 

A cute lil V im doing for a commission :3 

#tag stuff