#kit cross

[afarcryfrommymain]

Far Cry OC Tournament winner!!

Congratulations to @socially-awkward-skeleton s oc Kit Cross!!!

#far cry oc tournament #finals! #results! #final results! #i will make a losers bracket: evntually. gimmie a bit im trying to leave the job i just got and keep up w colleg #kit cross #congrats!!

[socially-awkward-skeleton]

Thank you @schoute for bringing Kit to life. She looks so GOOD! My horrible ginger woman is absolutely stunning! You've worked wonders!

#commission #kit cross #my oc #fc5 #far cry 5 #far cry 5 oc #female deputy

[derelictheretic]

My gift for @socially-awkward-skeleton for @natesofrellis's secret santa event! I love Kit and Jacob's dynamic so much and I wanted to give them a cute soft moment so I hope you like it!

and a bonus doodle bc I felt like they deserved something with holiday vibes <3

#Kit Cross #misc: other peoples oc's #nadine doodles #Kit is so fun to draw btw I love her hair and I hope I did her justice here <3 #also could you just imagine. their sleigh. pulled by a bunch of big ass judges #their presents to the county are bullets grenades and raw meat lmao <3

[direwombat]

the wolf, the wildcat, and the hare [jacob seed x kit cross ( @socially-awkward-skeleton​) x sybille la roux]

Earl, 

I don’t know how it happened, but both your Deputies fell prey to Jacob’s conditioning. Kit wasn’t very surprising, if I’m being honest, but Sybille? Shit. They just wore her down, I guess. I hate to say it, but shit’s gonna get real bad real fast. What’s left of the Militia is digging in for a hard and bloody fight. I suggest you and everyone in Falls End do the same. God have mercy on us all.

Tammy

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#kit cross #oc: deputy sybille la roux #the wolf the wildcat and the hare #fc5 polycule au #rip to hope county but jacob's recruited two more ex-soldiers as part of his high command #i wanted syb and kit's photos to be swapped position wise but the directionality of the photos didn't lend themselves to it #i tried flipping them but it didn't look right #anyway alsdfkjasf someone pointed out tom hardy with a beard is a decent jacob face claim and. i agree #would have felt weird to put a video game man between two real human beings ;ldajsfkfdafd so. tom hardy <3 #these three have been bouncing around in my brain like a trio of dryer balls #my edits

[harmonyowl]

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Thank you for asking hun! I decided to go with Blythe and Kit's first possible meeting! ❤️ I've never written for Kit before so I hope it's alright 😅

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'What do ya think she's like?'

'Twenty bucks says she's better at her job than you are.'

'You're hilarious Hudson.'

'And twenty bucks richer since Blythe started working here.' Blythe just snorted a little as she threw the two deputies behind her a glance, the three were sitting around her desk eyeing the doors to the station as they waited for the new junior deputy to arrive.

'All I know is that she's ex-military according to the Sheriff, and I want in on that bet by the way.'

Staci gave a little playful scowl to Blythe at that last part, while Joey just sipped on her coffee with a smirk and fist bumped Blythe.

'You know if you wiggled your FBI fingers we might know more about her.'

Blythe frowned, 'I'm not misappropriating FBI favours to invade someone's privacy Stac— oh! Look that must be her.'

Three pairs of eyes were locked onto the redhead that had just walked in, her back was straight and her walk was confident, and considering her military background that didn't surprise Blythe. Her Uncle Earl came out to meet her and shake her hand.

'She's cute,' Staci quipped.

'She'd eat you alive,' was Blythe's response.

'Blythe.' Her Uncle gestured for her to come over, and the two deputies behind her sprung away to pretend to start doing something else.

As she walked over she could start to see more of the newcomer. She was taller than Blythe, with pretty blue eyes on a face that seemed to like to be in a state of relaxed apathy. She stood firm in her space, and Blythe had a feeling that the three of them were being watched the minute she walked in, just as much as they had been watching her. They were very much observing each other now as they stood face to face.

'This is Deputy Blythe Paige, she'll be your partner and she'll show you the ropes. Blythe, this is the new Junior Deputy: Kit Cross.'

Blythe flashed the woman a smile and stuck her hand out for her to shake, Kit's grip was firm and her hand was calloused. She wasn't quite sure what to make of the woman yet.

'It's nice to meet you, Kit.'

'Yeah, you too.'

She didn't sound like it based on her tone and the forced quirk of her lip, and Blythe was starting to get the feeling her uncle partnered her with Kit for a specific reason.

Oh well, Blythe thought with a smile still on her face, she was always up for a challenge.

#blythe paige #kit cross #far cry 5 deputy #far cry 5 #fc5 #ask meme #my writing

[figurecollection]

Tsukuyomi Garage Kit by Seikoro Caramel, from Chrono Cross

#tsukuyomi #garage kit #gk #seikoro caramel #chrono cross #clown #jester #anime figure #anime figures #anime #figure #figures #figurine #figurines

[paintedstitches]

SHOP UPDATE!

People! Get your stickers and shrimp DIY kit!

The kit is beginner friendly! I made a test run with several friends. Some knew how to do cross stitch, others had never held a needle before, and all were able to make their patch with the included instructions.

Shop - Kit - Stickers

#paintedstitches #stardew valley #cross stitch #kit #stickers

[baderpfulu]

Decided that I'm gonna partake in Serizawa Week too because why not hehheh

Serizawa Week day 1 | Friends/Hobbies

#building robot model kits together with everyone <3 #okay so not eXACtly everyone... but yk #also serizawa's wondering where the last piece went... #i think reigen ate it #serizawa week 2024 #serizawaweek2024 #serizawa week #mp100 #mob psycho #mob psycho 100 #serizawa katsuya #serirei #reigen #serizawa #tome kurata #shou suzuki #animal crossing #ac #acnh #animal crossing new horizons

[joshuaballsett]

#kit connor #rachel zegler #the chesticular chesticulations of chesticles and the hair and the chest hair and the cross.....;;..; #;oouuuuuughhhh #OOOUGHHHHHHGHGHGHG

[afarcryfrommymain]

FAR CRY OC TOURNAMENT: FINAL ROUND!! Kit Cross V Cooper McCoy

Voting and Info under the cut!

Kit Cross (@socially-awkward-skeleton)

About: Kit Cross, former soldier turned Deputy for the Hope County Sheriff's Department. She's cold and ruthless and all too happy to take out Peggies, until of course the Seeds start digging their fingers in and she becomes a feral and savage member of the cult's army better known as "The Lion".

Does your OC have anything to share?: "I've killed more people than I can remember, I won't be losing any sleep over a few more."

Cooper McCoy (@strafethesesinners)

About: Cooper McCoy is an ex-drug smuggler on the run from the law. He is hiding out in plain sight, pretending to be a sheriff’s deputy in Hope County, Montana. Through years of training and experience as the muscle for his drug smuggling gang, Cooper has honed his combat skills to perfection. He especially excels at hand to hand combat, and is much faster and stealthier than he looks. When he’s not fighting, Cooper is friendly, generous, flirty, and charming. Being half Australian and half Texan, Cooper is in love with the cowboy aesthetic.

Does your OC have anything to share?: “Come at me, partner”

Anything else we should know?: Cooper is just as likely to charm or seduce his way out of trouble as he is to fight. Though he won’t hesitate to react with extreme aggression if provoked. Cooper tends not to go for the kill unless absolutely necessary, preferring to incapacitate his opponents instead. Cooper is bisexual.

Coopers art is by @iigo-art

If contestants have any propaganda be sure to @ me with it

#final round #far cry oc tournament #kit cross #cooper mccoy #if they tie they both get to win fr fr but i dont know if thatll happen #i hope it does though because i honest to go cannot pick #far cry 5 #told yall id get this out in a reasonable time

[socially-awkward-skeleton]

Thank you so much @natesofrellis for tagging me for this meiker (m/f version) (f/f version)

tagging: @strangefable @clonesupport @confidentandgood @direwombat @roofgeese @funkypoacher @poetikat @schoute @purplehairsecretlair @perhapsrampancy and anyone else who'd like to give this a go

Kit and Jacob | Far Cry 5 - Is the puppy her own personal judge or is it Jake? Who can tell?

Sam and Siobhan | Uncharted - getting all cozy under the fairylights while waiting for Father Christmas to arrive.

Ava and Max | The Outer Worlds - Ava teaching her vicar about an old Earth holiday.

Ava and Lore | The Outer Worlds - Lore (@strangefable 's OC) ring in the new year with romance

#tagged #my ocs #kit cross #siobhan kelly #ava mueller

[derelictheretic]

OC KISS DAY 2: Kit Cross & Casper Vazquez — Kiss on the knuckles

Thank you @socially-awkward-skeleton for letting me use your unhinged girl!!

#ockiss23 #I spent so long trying to figure out who would vibe well with Kit and there were a few contenders but I went with Cas ! #I think he'd have a lot of respect for Kit n he's done his fair share of crime/murder so he's not about to judge her for her past #I think at the very least they could form a mutual respect for each others skill and perhaps a friendship of the circumstances allowed it #BUT ANYWAY. drawing Kit is insanely fun and I hope you like this <3 #Kit Cross #oc: Casper Vazquez #nadine doodles #misc: other people's oc's #Far Cry Tag

[direwombat]

run, rabbit, run | kit cross x sybille la roux x jacob seed | ~2k | M

much love to @socially-awkward-skeleton​, for letting me borrow kit and play dolls with her, i hope I did her justice <3

All Sybille wants is one good day. 

Strike that.

All Sybille wants is a day that isn’t bad. Perhaps a middling, uneventful one, if God could spare the generosity. One that she can look back on and say, “Yup, nothing exciting happened, and it was great.” She’d give just about anything for a fucking break. A single day to catch her breath from the ragged pace she’s been pushed into.

But apparently that’s too much for her to ask, because everything is going downhill with the speed and force of a goddamn avalanche. The Valley is free, but John fled to Joseph’s island before she could take him into custody. Rachel is safe and the smothering clouds of Bliss are slowly blowing East, out of the Henbane, but she lost Cross to whatever the fuck is going on in the mountains.

One second the two had been drawing up battle plans to take Joseph down.

The next, her former coworker (and friend if she’s feeling generous) was sliding a bowl of what Sybille chooses to believe was raw ground beef through the bars of the cage holding her hostage.

She did her trials, and this time someone was kind enough to leave her next to the bloody pile of those who died by her hands, rather than on top of it. 

But the amount of time given to lick her wounds has been getting noticeably shorter. 

She runs, pumping her arms and legs until her breath goes ragged and the taste of copper tickles the back of her throat. The frigid pre-dawn air pierces her lungs like ice with every inhale while her muscles burn with exertion. 

The worst part is that she has no idea how long they’ve been tracking her. It’s only within the past hour they’ve decided to close in. The Chosen hunting parties were annoying, but she knew how to avoid them. But of course, that meant Jacob started hunting her down himself. That was bad enough. At least when it was just him, her odds of escaping were a coin toss — it could go either way. But having both Jacob and Kit pursuing her? 

She’s fucked. 

All she can do is be smart about where she runs and pray she’s faster than they are. 

Clawing branches rake over her skin and clothes, slicing shallow cuts and ripping strips of fabric from her body. At this point, she barely feels it over her thudding pulse and her feet pounding against the forest floor. The blood beading on her face and the ache in her bones are nothing compared to the beautiful and excruciating agony that will likely come when they catch her. 

When, she realizes dreadfully. Not if.

She sees the trap coming long before she stumbles into it, but the momentum she’s built isn’t stopped so easily. It’s little more than a flash of red hair darting through the densely grown trees, but it’s enough to tip her off. She’s heading straight for one of them — Kit, she thinks. Not tall enough to be Jacob — but she’s locked in her current trajectory. Any kind of pivot now would just break her ankle. 

It all happens so fast. 

A whistle rings out.

She dares to look behind her. Jacob is there, his rifle in his hands, but he isn’t aiming it. 

Pain explodes in her shoulder and the force of the arrow’s impact is enough to knock her down. She falls, ass-over-teakettle, down a sloping hill. 

She’s lucky she didn’t break her goddamn neck. 

A creaking moan is pushed from her lungs as she lay stunned in the dirt and pine needles. Slowly, she pushes herself to her hands and knees, feebly attempting to catch her breath. The world bends and swims as she moves her head, and she’s not sure whether it’s because she hit her head or if it’s from the Bliss so crudely injected into her bloodstream. With a grunt, she breaks the fletching from the shaft, but makes no move to push the arrowhead through. If history serves, someone will take care of that for her once she’s unconscious. 

For now, she moves with trembling limbs, crawling to the closest tree and seating herself against its trunk. Pressing her hand to the wound and applying pressure, she watches as Kit and Jacob stalk down the hill towards her. 

“This is gonna get old, eventually,” she says as they close the distance. Fuck her lungs ache. She spits out a thick wad of foamy phlegm into the dirt beside her. “This can’t go on forever.”

“Maybe for you,” Jacob says. He swings his rifle by its strap as he shoulders it, coming to crouch in front of her.

Kit circles around the tree, leisurely twirling her hunting knife in her hand before stopping and squatting beside her as well. “Getting tired, Bunny?” she asks, and were it not for the hungry gleam in those icy eyes, Sybille might have thought she was bored. 

“You know how these things work,” Jacob says condescendingly. “You run, we hunt. Predators need prey, Deputy, and that’s what you are to us.”

Sybille rolls her eyes and scoffs, but it isn’t enough to hide her body’s betrayal. For some sick fucking reason, hearing him put it so bluntly causes her pulse to flutter and heat pool low in her gut. She squirms just enough where she sits to get Jacob’s teeth to flash dangerously. “I think our little Jackrabbit likes that idea,” he says to Kit. Then he turns his attention back to her, his voice dropping lecherously. “That what you want, pet? You want us to keep hunting you down? Do whatever we want when we catch you?”  

He makes no attempt to hide the way his eyes rove over her body, pausing only to admire the low dip of her tanktop’s collar and the way blood smears tantalizingly over her skin. 

And as fucked up as it is, the notion makes Sybille’s cunt clench, and her underwear, already damp with sweat, grows even wetter. The idea of being pinned beneath the two of them, their teeth at her throat — helpless, caught, consumed; Jacob fucking into her while Kit sits on her face, the two taking their pleasure from her with only the barest regard for her own — is one that excites her more than she cares to admit. She swallows thickly, her chin tilting up in what she tells herself is defiance, but is actually little more than a means to bear her throat. 

When she doesn’t answer immediately, Kit’s fingers thread through her hair, almost tenderly, before gripping her roughly by the roots and yanking her head back. “You’ve been asked a question, Bunny. You should probably answer,” Kit coos, all false kindness and venomously saccharine. Then, she leans in close, nipping at Sybille’s earlobe, and trailing the edge of her blade across the exposed skin of her sternum. “But between you and me, it’s more fun if you don’t.”

Everything about this is utterly humiliating, and the mercy of a Bliss induced sleep evades her. She supposes her God isn’t a merciful one, after all. Her eyes flutter shut and she lets out a shuddering breath. “Yes, sir,” she says. A flush blooms far too hot across her face. 

Kit pulls on her hair again, nails digging into her scalp, causing her eyes to fly open as she cries out in surprise. “At attention, soldier,” Kit sneers. “Eyes on your superior.”

The growl in response that Sybille lets out is low, but ultimately toothless. Nothing more than the sounds of a cornered animal long since beaten into submission. She refrains from hissing an incredibly petty, I outranked you at the woman tugging at her hair. As if the ranks they held in their former lives meant anything anymore. As if she spent more than just a few weeks as a Staff Sergeant before getting herself blown up and sent home.

She may gnash her teeth, but she knows better than to bite. The muzzle trained her well. 

Jacob takes her jaw in one of his massive hands, further pinning her in place and forcing eye contact. “Yes, sir, what?” he asks. The smile tugging at his lips is infuriatingly smug. Victorious. At this point, they’re just playing with their food. 

She has half a mind to spit in his face. Probably would have if Kit weren’t there to swiftly put her in her place — although, her stomach flips in a way that makes her think she may not mind that. Instead, she flares her nostrils and swallows what little pride she has left like a bitter pill. “Yes, sir. I want that.”

He clicks his tongue, moving his hand just enough to press his thumb to her chapped and bleeding lower lip. It takes every ounce of restraint she has not to swipe her tongue out and draw the finger into her mouth. “Use your words,” he tuts. 

Maybe it’s the blood loss or maybe it’s the Bliss, but her mind is so foggy that the words slip out far easier than she thought they would. “I want you both to keep hunting me,” she says, her eyes hazily drifting between the two of them. Her voice sounds so distant in her own ears and she barely recognizes the sound of it, thick and rasping with desire. “Want you to claim me when you catch me.” 

Kit makes a low, pleased sound. Her grip in Sybille’s hair loosens, but she doesn’t let go entirely. Not yet. Just how she’s still managing to cling to consciousness despite the weight of her eyelids, so too does Kit keep her locked in place. Neither of them have been dismissed yet. 

He swipes his thumb across Sybille’s cheek, smearing the blood from one of the many scratches. “Good girl,” he says, before moving in for a bruising kiss. He crashes his mouth  against hers, his demanding tongue pushing past the seam of her lips and prying them open. She moans, her free hand darting out to claw her fingers into his field jacket, unsure of whether she’s trying to push him away or draw him closer. 

The heat of Kit’s body closes in and the cold kiss of her blade is instead replaced by her hand at the base of Sybille's throat. Another tongue licks inside her mouth, causing her to shudder and for her eyes to roll back in her head. The feeling is so foreign, so overwhelming. She’s kissed both of them — Kit only once in a moment of mutual weakness, and Jacob many times against her better judgment — and her experiences have left her dizzy and breathless. 

This time is no different. 

The intensity of both of them combine and multiply exponentially. Biting teeth, probing tongues, Jacob gripping her jaw like a vice so she can’t move — only take what they’re giving her — and Kit’s hand squeezes just enough to restrict airflow without outright strangling her. Her back arches against the trunk of the tree holding her upright as they both steal the breath from her lungs, hungry and consuming. Claiming. 

Just as she asked.

By the time they part, Sybille is about ready to pass out. Without Kit or Jacob supporting her head, it rolls like it’s too heavy for her neck to support. The fingers gripping Jacob’s jacket loosen and her arms drop like lead. She sighs, looking pathetically at both of them as her vision begins to blur. “I don’t…I don’t think I can move,” she breathes.

“I know, sweetheart,” Jacob says, and he ruffles her hair like she’s a fucking dog. Even more embarrassingly, she leans into it like she’s one, too. Then he’s lifting her from where she sits on the forest floor. He’s careful enough to avoid jostling the arrow in her shoulder, although at this point, she’s numb enough that he could probably push it through without her feeling a damn thing. He heaves her over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry, and he says, “Let’s get you home.”

“M’re trials?” she slurs sleepily. 

“Not the kind you’re used to,” he answers, rising to his feet. Kit does the same and  gives her a knowing smirk. Something playfully malicious glitters in blue eyes. 

But before Sybille can ask what the fuck that’s supposed to mean, the Bliss finally pulls her under.

#kit x syb x jacob #oc: deputy sybille la roux #kit cross #jacob seed #i /could/ have waited until oc kiss week #but i'm not the kind to sit on things. i crave that instant gratification of posting my work the second it's finished #also please excuse the use of em-dashes. they're fun and i like them and i don't care #my writing #my fic

[kazscrows]

I’m obsessed with this photo

#Freddy with his camera #Kaz with a camera— #the way Freddy is standing! #Kit crossing his legs and folding his arms #their FACES!! #I love them #the umbrella #the metal behind them #it’s about the aesthetic #freddy carter #kit young #shadow and bone #shadow and bone cast #shadow and bone bts #six of crows #kaz brekker #jesper fahey #shadow and bone netflix #grishaverse #kazscrows

[crownedcrowws]

“Insignificant, please tell ‘em” (art by me)

#tyler joseph #vessel #ode to sleep #clique art #twenty one pilots #joshua dun #joshdun #blurryface #twenty one pilots clique #skeleton clique #funkytown #i love them so much #tøp art #hot cross buns #I split him in half like a Kit Kat

[witchrealms]

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#u #web finds #vampire #goth #alternative #vampires #vampire kit #gothic #vampire goth #crosses #cross #vampy #vampcore #vampirecore #photography #1850 #1850s #90s #2000s #00s