A huge thank you to @redreart for the beautiful, amazing art of Cristina and Mickey just milliseconds away from killing each other, and with only one of them making it out alive. 💙🖤
"I'm not letting you leave. Neither you, or your sister are getting outta here alive." Cristina tells the older twin. Knife in hand, ready to use or not. It doesn't matter if she stabs her or has to drown her to end the cycle of violence. They have done nothing but cause trouble in her home.
"Fine rabbit, you wanna finish this? Fine! We'll finish it! You and me." Mickey tells her, "Hate to send you home dead to your family."
"I'm coming outta this alive." she retorts, feeling every bone in her body tense up from all the anger, pain, and unbearable rage, "This ends tonight."
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Dove Ash (FC5) | Phoebe Ash-Seed (FC5/FCND)
Genesis Eve (FC5) | Noah (FC5)
Vivian Wells (FCND) | Lane Carter (FCND)
Evie Rivera (RDR2) | Wren Mitchell (RDR2)
Valerie “V” (CP2077) | Vireo “V” (CP2077)
Tagged by the dearest @strafethesesinners to do this picrew! Thank you!
Tagging: @harmonyowl @peachyaliien @teamhawkeye @tommymillers @ri-a-rose @derelictheretic @cobb-vanthss @shellibisshe @radiojamming @weekend-writer @glowwormsmith @krenee1drful @wrathfl
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15 lines of dialogue
tagged by @g0dspeeed thank you! 🥰
Rules: Share 15 lines (or less) of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture the character/personality/vibe of the OC.
I'm gonna go with Isabel because she's my only OC.
1. "So you’re telling me that while I’m busting my ass, trying to get us the ethanol we need, you’re out here just drinkin’ it? Yeah no offense but you totally deserve that erectile dysfunction."
2. "Roger, why do you only flirt with me when I stink?"
3. "Rush is gonna kill me."
4. "You know, my mom taught me that it’s very rude to use bad words, but honestly, if I had a dick I’d make you suck it."
5. *throws molotov at highwaymen* "Your mom’s bald!"
6. "Let me shut my stupid ass up."
7. "So... Exactly how many bullets can your helicopter take before we drop from the sky like rocks? Yeah, that’s what I thought."
8. "My boy Timber was kind enough to lend me some of his fleas. You want some? They keep you nice and warm at night."
9. *watches in horror as an ethanol truck explodes* "Please remind me, why did I think it was a good idea to bring Hurk with us?"
10. "I know he’s my superior but sometimes.... God, sometimes I wish I could grab him by that jacket and shake him until his head snaps off."
11. "That bitch."
12. "Ugh, I don’t know what Selene gave me, but I don’t think it’s ibuprofen."
13. "What, you think I’m captain of security because I’m good at folding towels?"
14. "Please, it’s bad enough that I struggle with English sometimes. They can’t know I suck at math too."
15. "Roger, did anybody ever tell you you’re crazy as shit?"
Tagging but no pressure ofc and apologies for doubles @whatwouldvalerydo @yokobai @cassietrn @noodlecupcakes @socially-awkward-skeleton @carlosoliveiraa @strangefable @josephseedismyfather @inafieldofdaisies @simplegenius042 @ anyone who wants to participate <3
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Kisses From The Golden Boy
Thank you, @gaeadene , for letting me draw your Roshanara Seed with my River Palmer. And thank you for RPing with me this past year. It has been a joy
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Tagged by: @direwombat @inafieldofdaisies @cassietrn @simplegenius042
tagging: @adelaidedrubman @josephseedismyfather @shallow-gravy @v0idbuggy @marivenah @nightbloodbix @clicheantagonist @henbased @aceghosts @confidentandgood @roofgeese @strafethesesinners @derelictheretic @florbelles @statichvm @madparadoxum @trench-rot @voidika @stacispratt @jillvalentinesday @madparadoxum @neverthesameneveranother @poetikat @dumbassdep @chazz-anova @thesingularityseries and anyone else with a song to share for what they're working on :)
Apparently I am deciding to put myself through some mom angst as I started skipping ahead and have been plotting out the FCND fic a little and this song very much has the vibe of Kit with her children. The poor woman is trying with all her might to stay sane as things start going to shit with the Highwaymen about and alas she does start warning her kids that if she goes off the rails again they will have to put her down like the rabid dog she still thinks she is under the surface
lyrics:
Your mama is a werewolf
With long sharp teeth
I'm up all night
When the world should sleep
I curse the darkness
When it's killing time
I got a river of fear
Running through my mind
When the moon shines through
Those parting clouds
I hear the cold
And I howl out loud
I stalk the streets
Where the shadows lie
And I pray to God
That that sun will rise
But that sun don't always rise
If my good intentions go running wild
If I cause you pain, my own sweet child
Won't you promise me you'll be the one
My silver bullet in the gun
When I awake
And I'm reborn
My body aches
And my soul is torn
I search the void
For any clue
And I feel ashamed
For what I put you through
This curse I get
From my father's kin
They fought the beast
I feel within
We don't talk about it
And we don't call it's name
We just carry on
Hoping it'll change
Though we know it'll never change
...
Would you strike me down
Right where I stand?
Would you change me back?
Make me kind again?
Won't you promise me you'll be the one
My silver bullet in the gun
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There's a million things I want
A thousand places where I could be
But all the skies and all the lights
And all the nights are in your eyes
There's nowhere else I'd rather be
Soft and Tender - November Ultra
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A huge thank you to @thebookwormgal for commissioning @miserablearts for this gift of Jerry and @beautiful-delirium 's Esther together post Collapse.
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Whispers of the Forgotten World
Disclaimer: I disregard the events in the far cry 5 ending.
In the hush of dawn, where the remnants of the old world whispered secrets to the new, Jacob Seed and the silent Judge, known as Deputy beneath her wooden mask, wandered through the remnants of Hope County. The land was a patchwork of what was and what might be, a testament to nature's indifferent claim over the follies of mankind.
The morning mist clung to the ground as they traversed the fields, the dew mirroring the world in each droplet. Jacob's boots crushed the grass beneath, a steady rhythm in the quiet. Beside him, the Judge moved with a ghost's grace, her presence an echo of the past they both shared but never spoke of.
They reached the remains of an old church, its steeple a skeleton against the sky. Here, they paused, the air heavy with unvoiced memories. The judge's hand brushed against the weathered wood, her touch a benediction for the lost.
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At noon, they found shelter beneath the skeletal remains of an old oak, its branches a testament to resilience. Jacob unpacked a meager meal while the judge surveyed the perimeter, her bow at the ready. They ate in silence, an understanding passed between them in glances and the soft clink of their scavenged cans.
When a rustle in the underbrush caught their attention, the judge's mask turned to Jacob. Her eyes, the only part of her face he'd ever seen, were calm. It was a deer, moving on as they would.
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As the sun dipped low, casting long shadows over the land, the judge's fingers danced in the fading light. Jacob watched, a student of her silent language. She pointed to the sky, where the first stars dared to shine, and then to the ground, where the shadow of the world lay.
"We're like that, aren't we?" Jacob mused. "Part of the dark, part of the light. Walking in between."
Judge's gloved hand reached out, touching his arm, her gesture a wordless agreement.
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By the campfire's glow, Jacob spoke of his fears and hopes, a confession to the silent sentinel beside him. The judge's mask watched, impassive, but her hand found a stick, and she drew in the earth—a circle, a cross, a question.
Jacob nodded, understanding her inquiry. "Yes," he said, "I think tomorrow is worth the fight."
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In the gray light of predawn, they stood side by side, the Judge and the Seed, guardians of a new day. The judge's mask faced the east, awaiting the sun. Jacob's eyes were on the path ahead, clear for the first time in years.
They stepped forward together, leaving footprints in the dewy earth—a silent pact to carry the memories of the fallen world into the promise of the new. In the chorus of the waking birds, in the rustle of the leaves, their story continued—a tale of redemption found not in words, but in the shared silence of two souls bound by the hope of what comes after the end.
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