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saynogrumpy · 2 months
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ACNH + FC5
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wrathfulrook · 18 days
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Far Cry 5 as Text Posts - dril tweets (pt. 2)
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lacquerheadd · 8 months
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redraw!!
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imgnnafurgf · 2 months
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Farcry5 where everything is the same but it's just Seeds really pissed off because deputy is taller than all of them and every time they just get more creative how to look taller
Faith would fly
Jacob stands on a box on his presentation time
Joseph never gets off the stage
John learns how to wear high heels
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derputy · 1 year
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Far Cry 5 as Community (with terrible closed captions) Because I'm Running Out of Ideas & I Thought It Kinda Fit || @racheljo47 @ms-rampage @i-am-the-balancing-point
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seedofjoseph · 1 year
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I think it's hilarious that Joseph ordering his brothers not to kill the Deputy is what gave them enough time to endear themselves to those two.
John went from "you stink" to "meet me in the church I had decorated for a wedding," and Jacob went from "you're not a real gamer soldier" to "get your pretty little ass back home this instant."
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miles-is-so-gay · 4 months
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what if the jr deputy had whatsapp huh what would happen
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starsandskies · 8 months
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Jacob and Hannah for @fiannans. It’s been a pleasure as always! Thank you so much for commissioning me!
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orphiceonian · 28 days
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The Junior Deputy
happy 6th anniversary fc5!
cosplay made and worn by me
photos by str2wberrq on instagram
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bigbighouse · 9 months
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"gather the posse" for yeehawgust! MOST of my fc5 faves in 1 pic... boomer im so sorry i forgor 💀 to put you in and remembered last minute... you r there in my heart
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saynogrumpy · 1 month
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After drawing this, I remembered Adelaide said she wanted a picture of shirtless Jacob......
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wrathfulrook · 20 days
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Far Cry 5 as Text Posts - dril tweets (pt. 1)
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chobit92 · 16 days
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imgnnafurgf · 2 months
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Therapist: John Seed isn't real, he can't hurt you
Me: John Seed isn't real, he can't hurt me :((
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derputy · 11 months
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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
(commercial voice) **beware probable inconsistencies & spelling errors. the following meme video may not accurately depict op's feelings towards certain characters. canon accuracies may vary.
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seedofjoseph · 1 year
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homebound
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Fandom: Far Cry 5
Relationship: Jacob Seed x F!Deputy
Rating: M (mature)
Words: 700
Author's Note: I've already confessed my preference for a possessive male love interest (link), so that's the romance trope I'm guilty of in this one.
Jacob Seed pulled back your leash the night you stepped foot out of his sight.
It turned out that his collar was tighter than you thought, as he tracked your scent down in spite of you splashing through every stream on your way down the Whitetail Mountains.
Under the full moon, surrounded by snarling Judges and challenged by his Chosen, you shivered. Then, bitting down on your thrumming heart with clattering teeth, you braced yourself for their Bliss bullets. Yet, none ever got to graze your gooseflesh that night.
"Hold your fire," you heard him howl before he manifested in the moonlight. "At ease," he lowered his hand, and the others lowered their guns with it. "C'mere," he called to you as if you were one of his Judges.
You disobeyed him, standing up as straight and as tall as your shivering spine allowed.
"C'mere," he waved you over as if you were one of his bitches. "Let's get you back home."
"I'm not going back into that kennel," you barked, voice breaking and chest heaving.
Under the moon, in the spotlight, your wet shirt clung to your skin, to the swell of your breasts and their perked-up peaks. And you only saw yourself exposed through his eyes, through the glare he gave his men as he grazed past them.
"At attention."
Because he could stand both straight and tall, he did, and all the others around him averted their gaze as he advanced toward you. With one last glower, he shot down the stares of the soldiers further undressing your form.
"I warned you, angel," Jacob Seed said softly, like a lullaby. "I warned you 'bout strayin' from the path. You must be fuckin' freezin'." He undressed, stripping the jacket off of his shoulders, and suspending it in the air, up at around your height. "C'mere," he called to you, like a song refrain you already knew.
Stepping into the open jacket, you sighed when its warmth was wrapped around your freezing shoulders.
"That's it."
And you gasped when you were gathered into his arms and your feet stopped touching the ground.
"That's a good girl."
With his arm around your sore shoulders, his hand squeezed your bruised bicep. With his other arm under both of your knobby knees, he turned around
"There a problem, soldier?" He raised his voice once more, directing it at the man who didn't divert his eyes from you, from his angel.
"N-no, sir."
"We're moving out," he began his trek back to the truck. Back home.
"Yes, sir."
You were halfway up the mountain and all the way up in Jacob Seed's lap when realization set in, seeping into your bones like the icy streams you crossed to wash off his scent: your collar was never coming off.
He words seeped into the base of your skull, his nose buried into the knotted hair at the back of your neck. "Did you think you were free?" He breathed you in, the ravenous rumbling in his chest vibrating through the back it was set against. "You've forgotten your purpose." And his words now seeped into your spine, into the pit of your stomach and bottom of your belly. "You've forgotten who you belong to."
When his tongue lapped up the salty sweat and fresh water running down the side of your neck, you tasted your own hunger on yours. And when you swallowed the scent that surrounded you, the scent that clung to his jacket, you also distinguished the dampness in your already wet jeans. And the musk marinating in his own.
Your seat was hot because Jacob Seed was hot. And the bulge he sat you down on was burning, not nursed by the friction forming between it and your bottom.
When his lips latched onto that strip of skin covering your jugular vein, you tilted your head to make room for his teeth.
His canines pressed against your pulse, and his hand came around to tighten around your throat. "Mine." As his fangs forced themselves into your flesh, you felt the pull of his leash and the squeeze of his collar. "You're mine."
You swallowed a scream and wound up your spine like a bow against his chest, your cushiony ass arching back against his hard cock. And he licked at your wound, winding the invisible collar even tighter and visibly marking you.
"You belong to me."
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