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aceghosts · 1 month

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Junior Deputy Blue Murphy (born March 31st)

Lord knows I should be pushing up daisies I was six feet down, but something raised me up Sent back for to lift my curse I'm gonna get me a taste of some chaos first Untied, gonna get little wild Go screaming through the dark like a demon child Close your eyes now, the light is fading And the noise in the night is gonna get a little louder, baby

-The World Ender by Lord Huron

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#far cry #far cry 5 #fc5 #fc5edit #farcry5edit #The Junior Deputy #Blue Murphy #Joseph Seed #joseph seed x oc #myedits #had to make an edit for Blue #they're the reason that I started posting on Tumblr #and thus I couldn't let their birthday pass without something #also included the paragraph in the image description since it is hard to see

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turbo-virgins · 7 months

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quick doodle of BegrudgingMonsterHunter!Delilah and Priest!Joseph (who is definitely a normal and honest man of god that is not secretly in league with the Halloween Heralds in this post)

#joseph seed #oc: delilah #far cry 5 fanart #joseph seed x deputy #joseph seed x oc

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josephseedismyfather · 7 months

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Parenesis: Evangeline & Joseph

Chapter 1: Fix You

IT'S. FINALLY. HERE. Evangeline's and Joseph's story is finally getting posted. Getting super emotional here, guys.

ALLLLLL the thank yous (and more!) to my friend @redreart for creating the beautiful chapter art for Parenesis (and everything else!). Look how beautiful my Evangeline is, everyone! 😭

And to @hotmessteaparty, you my love, you are the reason this fic is even happening. Thank you SO much for being such an incredible beta AND the literal light of my life. I love you. I am so very grateful for you.

Hope you guys enjoy the first chapter. If you've read Afflicted, y'all know I love a very, very slow progression. 😏 If you notice, this is definitely NOT art of Joseph. 😉

#parenesis: evangeline & joseph #parenesis chapter 1 #oc: evangeline rose #joseph seed #far cry 5 #far cry 5 fic #my writing 🖤#joseph seed x oc #writing #redreart #chapter art!#far cry 5 fan fiction

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lulu2992 · 1 year

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I participated in the Far Cry 5 Anniversary Gift Exchange, hosted by @detectivelokis, and was paired with @jinfromyarikawa!

So here is my gift for you: a drawing of your OC, Rose Cortéz :)

I studied the moodboards you created, the picrew images you made, and the fics you wrote to gather information. When it came to her appearance, I saw that she had a faceclaim, Eiza Gonzáles, long and curly hair, and was usually associated with the color red, flowers, ornate dresses, and gold jewelry. Rose, especially after she married the Father and became “The Mother”, struck me as someone with an aura of confidence, dignity, and power.

It seemed to me that they were a fusional couple, very supportive of each other. But it also appeared that their relationship, at least at the beginning, was not the healthiest and that, in your story, Joseph was rather manipulative. Even though I wanted the focus to be on Rose, I included his hand (covered by hers, with her wedding ring visible) on her shoulder to symbolize their love, the strength of their bond, the fact they can rely on each other… but also a hint of control. Joseph’s blue rosary, which contrasts with his wife’s red dress, is a reminder that religion is one of the foundations of their relationship.

Anyway, that’s everything I wanted this portrait to represent. I really, really hope I did your OC (and your ship) justice and that you like this gift! And thanks again, @detectivelokis, for hosting this event!

#it was my first time doing this #I finally dared #I used to be intimidated but this time I was ready #it was exciting!#rose cortéz #rose cortez #joseph seed x oc #joseph seed #my art #fan art #traditional art #digital coloring #far cry 5 #fc5exchange23

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general-kalani · 14 days

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The twittering of birds entered Joseph's hearing, one of the few blessings he'd attribute to this County on top of its beauty being the nature that surrounds it.

But something was off.

His brows furrowed, he hadn't yet opened his eyes but the area beside him on the bed was empty. That wasn't usual...

Usually Ambrose was there. Reading, something he'd commented on before about 'his death grip' while asleep.

He'd attributed it to the fact he didn't want to lose anyone again.

And now the man he loved wasn't here.

Panic was setting in. Looking at the nightstand there was no note. No message as to where the man he loved could've possibly gone. Nothing on his desk either.

Putting on a coat, for casual sake to not let his flock worry about him, he searched through his church.

It was... So odd not seeing him there. Hearing his greeting. Seeing that smile.

Not even in the kitchen, not just outside his room...

Not even just outside the church.

Maybe he was just missing something. Maybe he'll come back later. He'd checked with some of his flock, some had said he'd left the compound altogether. To go south-west towards the Resistance in John's region.

Maybe he was just helping John for a little while. Or some demon was there like Ambrose had always been so worried about.

But the hours passed, John hadn't seen him. Some of the flock said they'd seen him interacting with the Resistance.

And when he'd seen it for himself, far away from eyeshot from any of those bastards...

There was nothing left in his heart for Ambrose.

The man he'd let into his heart after so many years. The man he'd let into his bed for warmth and comfort. The man he'd shed so many secrets to.

Abandoned him with no warning, no message or anything, to be with the Resistance.

And so he'd finally addressed his flock by the time two days had passed with no sign of that man returning.

"I want that man dead. He's betrayed us, my children. A snake within the garden that, should it return, will draw discord between all of us. We shall be strong in our fight against these heathens who do not see the light of God. Ambrose has betrayed us the moment he set foot with that Resistance. Therefore he is no longer welcome here."

Business as usual, for the cult leader who was feeling heartbreak all over again.

#my writing #joseph seed #joseph seed x oc #joseph seed x ambrose #joseph seed x friends oc #drabble #WELL WELL WELL I FINALLY WROTE THIS OUT HUH-#rebloggable

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titiagls · 4 months

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Mother & Father of Eden's Gate Church

I posted this perfect commission I got from @redreart months ago but it was gone as I deleted everything to start again this blog. I still love it very much and I thought it was a good time to post it again. So enjoy ;)

#wip: the burdens we bear #oc: destiny mattesson seed #joseph seed x female oc #joseph seed x oc #far cry 5 oc #far cry 5 original character #far cry 5 fanart #redreart

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aceghosts · 3 months

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OTP Moodboard: Fade x Joseph Seed

Happy Birthday @voidika! I hope your birthday is a fun one!

#voidika #fade #x: leave the pain behind #joseph seed x OC #just a little something for your birthday!#I hope you like!#Fade is such a cool OC #and I love her relationship with Joseph!#my edits

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flare-queen · 16 hours

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Joseph Seed/Deputy - One of Us

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had been wanting to make this for a couple months now, finally finished it. With Joseph and Deputy their relationship is complicated, definitely a lot of work and trust issues especially being enemies being stuck in a bunker.

I don't own anything everything belongs to their rightful owners!

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lexieheron · 2 years

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Here's the commission I've done for @masastiy who waited patiently for two years for me to get my sh* together and actually finish the painting. It was quite a rough path for Joe and Kutha in this drawing- my depression, many burnouts when I was unsure if I would ever draw a line again... And some more bumps.

Here's the finished product. I might not be in FC5 fandom anymore, and NSFW art is out of my comfort zone, but I can say I'm proud of this, how it turned out. There's... not only, well, appartent physical connection between these two, but some kind of softness. Or is it just me imagining it?

I hope you'll still enjoy it, dear, after this long... and my silly acting today. For that, I am sorry.

#myart #joseph seed #far cry 5 #joseph seed x oc #joseph seed x deputy #commission #my commissions #fc5 deputy #fc5 fanart #fc5 fandom

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direwombat · 1 year

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“Stop fucking teasing me and get to it already.” + Augustine & Joseph 🙈

edited the line slightly to make it just a bit more in character, but here's the filth!

tags/warnings: power imbalances, daddy/father kink, bit of a religious kink, oral sex, coming untouched, look it’s a cult-member having sex with a cult leader, and joe has a bit of a god complex. nothing here is healthy. enjoy! :)

a mouth full of praise | explicit | 2.4k | on ao3

For some reason, the Father likes keeping Augustine nearby. At first, he thought it strange. Surely there are far many other members of the Project more worthy of his company. Not that Augustine had minded, of course, taking any opportunity he could to ask if there had been any news of his sister, the Junior Deputy. But as time wore on and the answer kept being a resounding “No,” he stops asking. Sybille must be dead, he assumes, and with no other family, he throws himself into serving the Project that took him in as if he was always one of their own.

Then, he comes to regard the Father’s company as an honor. He chose Augustine, and while he may not understand why, he accepts his blessings where he can. And when his leg finally heals from the injury he sustained up in the Whitetails, the Father asks him to take up a rifle and accompany him away from the compound and into other parts of the county.

He’s proud to serve the Father in such a way. Blessed to hold his trust so close.

And then the dreams start. Dreams that leave him breathless, sweating, and needing to sneak away to do his laundry in private. He can’t let the others know of his shame. Of his sin. He’s already endured the Atonement once and has zero wishes to go through it again. But the images…the desires are burned into his memory, and every time he closes his eyes, he sees himself engaging in acts of Holy hedonism.

He sees himself on his knees, pious and supplicant to the Father most Holy. He tastes the Father’s flesh, sweet and salty on his tongue, and not at all like the communion wafers he grew up on. The body of his Lord and Savior is something solid and warm, and he longs to know how he really tastes.

The thought alone makes him flush whenever the Father is near him, and short of shirking his duties, he does all he can to avoid him. His sin is his own burden to bear.

He busies himself with a broom, sweeping the church after morning service. He collects the dirt into neat little piles, making sure to reach under each pew. The Father has been working so hard recently, he deserves to return to a clean church when he finishes his rest in his office. They’ve been losing so many people recently. Augustine doesn’t know much about what’s happening outside the compound, but from what he gathers, someone hateful and violent has inspired rabid hatred against the Father.

It makes his heart ache. Who could hate such a kind and reverent man?

He brushes his little dirt piles into the dustpan and discards them out the window he had opened to air out the building. The air may be getting crisper as the season changes, but get enough bodies packed into a tight space, and it inevitably smells like sweat and musk. His Lord the Father deserves fresh, clean air to help clear his head.

Tapping the dustpan against the windowsill, he knocks the last of the dirt and grime loose, and as he moves to return the broom to its closet, he finds the Father standing in the door frame leaning to his office. He stands with his arms crossed, his shoulder resting on the door jamb.

“Father,” Augustine startles. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t notice you. Is there something you need? Water? A meal?”

The Father cocks his head to the side, brows pinching together. “Are you in such a hurry to rid yourself of my presence, Augustine?”

Augustine’s heart gallops in his chest. His palms go sweaty and his grip around the neck of the broom tightens and starts trembling. Strangely enough, it isn’t the idea that the Father may know of his sin that frightens him, but rather the notion that he’s disappointed that Augustine does not trust in him enough to confess it. “No, of course not! I just —”

But then the Father lifts his hand, cutting Augustine off, and he smiles. It’s so soft, so beautiful and ethereal, that Augustine can’t help but be enraptured by it. “I joke,” the Father says, and the yawning pit in Augustine’s gut closes. But only slightly.

The Father removes his glasses, gently folding the arms and hooking them into the breast pocket of his vest. Those beautiful blue eyes of his pin Augustine in place as he studies him. Like a knife made of ice, he cuts through to Augustine’s soul, peeling away his flesh and bones until his soul is bared, along with all the secrets he keeps closely guarded. “Something has been weighing heavy on your mind these past few days, Augustine. What troubles you?”

“Oh, um,” he stammers. “It’s..It’s nothing you need to concern yourself with, Father.” But the words feel bitter falling off his tongue. Who is he to say what the Father should and shouldn’t be concerned with?

The Father frowns, but it isn’t one of anger, and he waves Augustine towards him. The broom drops to the ground with a clatter and he follows him as he disappears back into his office. Once Augustine enters, the Father shuts the door behind them, and he motions for him to sit as he takes a seat at his own desk. Augustine perches himself on the only other surface available, resting nervously on the edge of the cot tucked in the corner.

“You think that with such a large flock, I wouldn’t notice you acting strangely,” the Father says, leaning forward, not crowding, but close enough that Augustine can smell the Bliss tea on his breath and it makes him feel a little lightheaded. “But I do notice, and I worry. Have I done something to offend you, Augustine?”

Augustine’s eyes go wide. “No! No, not at all.”

“Then why have you been avoiding me?” he asks, and it’s so gentle and so pained that guilt gnaws like a swarm of rats in Augustine’s gut. He’s hurt him. He doesn’t understand why Augustine wouldn’t trust him to tell him what plagues his every waking thought. “What is on your mind, my child. I can’t help you if I don’t know what the problem is.”

Augustine’s fingers dig into the coarse denim of his jeans and he draws his lower lip between his teeth. The Devil whispering in the back of his mind tells him to lie. To fabricate some concern about his sister. But somehow, he thinks the Father would see through that. No, it’s better to confess. It will be painful, but then again, as he learned from John, confession is meaningless without pain. He swallows thickly and, averting his gaze to stare at the Father’s boots rather than his face, he says, “I want to worship you, Father. I want to worship you in ways that are almost certainly sinful and unholy.”

“By its nature, the act of worship cannot be unholy,” the Father says gently. “Unless, of course, the object of worship itself is. Do you consider me unholy, Augustine?”

This gets Augustine’s head to snap back up, his eyes wide. “No. Never. Of course not!” Augustine exclaims. He’d never meant to imply such a thing!

The Father hums and nods thoughtfully. “And is your desire to worship motivated by sin?”

Augustine pauses, his brows pinching together. “No,” he says slowly. He never touched himself thinking back on these dreams. The thought to do so never even occurred to him. It was always about giving to the Father, not taking his own pleasure. And then it dawns on him, and for the first time in nearly a week, he looks the Father in the eye. “Reverence,” he breathes.

The smile the Father gives him is just as warm as the hands that come to cradle his face. Butterflies flutter in his stomach. “Then there is nothing sinful or unholy about your desires to worship.”

Augustine sighs a breath of relief, the tension he hadn’t realized he’d been carrying in his shoulders finally lifting. His eyes fall shut and he leans into the Father’s comforting touch. “Thank you,” he says. “Thank you, Father.”

And then the Father pulls away, and the warmth of his touch fades. When Augustine opens his eyes, he sees the Father sitting in front of him, but something about his demeanor has changed. His legs are spread in a way that tempts Augustine’s lust, and he looks unto him with a peculiar hunger in his eyes. One of his hands curls loosely, fingers beckoning Augustine towards him. “Come closer.”

Augustine is powerless to resist. He falls from where he sits on the cot straight to his knees and crawls towards him. He settles between the Father’s legs, but he doesn’t dare touch him. Not without permission. So, he places his hands in his own lap, locking his fingers together as if in prayer and firmly squeezing them between his own thighs so that they may not act sinfully of their own accord. That beckoning hand comes to rest atop Augustine’s head, fingers threading through his long auburn locks.

“Show me,” the Father murmurs, quiet but no less of a command. “Show me how you wish to worship me.”

Augustine’s lips part, his mouth going dry. His gaze darts from the face of the Father, to the space between his legs, and back again. He licks his lips, feeling the way the flush crawls up his neck and burning his ears and cheeks. His fingers twitch, as he’s overwhelmed by lust. “Father, I…”

“There’s nothing to be ashamed of, my child,” the Father says. “Go on.”

The words are enough to get Augustine moving. Tentatively, his hands rise up to touch the Father’s thighs, rubbing in a way that’s more exploratory than anything else. They then slide up towards his belt, gingerly unbuckling it and pulling the leather from his hips. Encouraged by a Holy sigh from above, Augustine pops the button to his pants and pulls down the zipper of his fly. The Father graciously lifts his hips to help him drag down both his pants and underwear, allowing his cock to spring free.

It’s semi-erect, and Augustine’s mouth waters at the sight, blessed to be the object of the Father’s arousal, and eager to see him in all his Glory. He licks his lips and leans in, mouthing wetly along its length. He breathes in the musk and sweat, and as he drags his tongue up and takes the head into his mouth, it tastes ever so faintly of Bliss oil. His head swims, eyes fluttering shut, and he moans quietly. His tongue laps lazily, savoring the Father’s Holy Seed.

The Father’s grip tightens almost painfully in Augustine’s hair. “Enough teasing, my child. Get to it already,” he hisses, his voice hoarse and rough.

Augustine pulls off just long enough to breathe out an apology. “Yes, Father. I’m sorry.”

“You needn’t apologize, child, just —” he tapers off in a shuddering moan as Augustine takes him in his mouth.

It’s only part way. Augustine has never taken another man’s cock in his mouth before, and the intrusion, while not unwelcome, is more than he anticipated. The Father is warm and heavy against his tongue, and he fills his mouth in a way that sends Hellfire coursing through his veins.

“That’s it,” the Father breathes, and he slowly forces Augustine’s head further down his shaft. “Just relax.”

Tears prick at Augustine’s eyes as he sputters and chokes, but the Father groans above him, so he must be doing something right. He feels the Father’s thighs tense beneath his hands as his own throat struggles and constricts around the uncomfortable size being forced down it. “Hush,” the Father shushes as he guides Augustine’s head down until his nose is pressed against his pubic bone. “Relax your throat. That’s it. Good boy.”

It’s a struggle, but the combined taste of Bliss and his own willpower, Augustine manages to relax his throat. When he does, the Father’s grip in his hair relaxes, allowing him to lift up, but never off. His lips remain wrapped around his cock, drool pooling in his mouth and leaking out the sides, wet and obscene. The Father’s hand is a warm weight against his skull, almost cradling, as he begins to bob his head. His tongue works the underside of the Father’s cock, and he slides down to the base, and comes to swirl at the head as he rises.

Just as soon as he finds a comfortable rhythm, the Father’s grip in his hair tightens again, guiding him faster, as he bucks into Augustine’s mouth. “That’s it, my child, worship me,” he moans. “Give praise with your mouth and tongue so it may be filled with Glory.”

Augustine moans around him, his eyes fluttering shut at the sheer power in the Father’s voice, and as he does, the Father’s hips stutter. He forces Augustine’s head down one last time, holding him as his Glory spills down his throat, giving him no choice but to swallow.

With a final shudder, the Father’s fingers slip from his hair and he goes limp in his seat. Augustine pulls off his softening cock and leans his head against one of his thighs, dizzy and breathless, and with his throat sore and aching. The Father’s fingers dance over his face, gifting him with light caresses, and when the Father opens his eyes, he drinks in the sight of Augustine on his knees before him like wine.

His gaze then travels down to the space between Augustine’s legs and he clicks his tongue. “Look at you, my child,” he says, running a thumb over Augustine’s cum stained lip. “So pious. Moved to ecstasy through worship.”

Augustine whimpers, his brow furrowing in confusion, but then he looks down only to realize that he’s soiled his jeans as if he were a teenager. He looks back to the Father with dumb, glassy eyes, but says nothing.

Giving one last soft caress to his cheek, the Father smiles at him. “Go get cleaned up,” he says.

“Yes, Father,” Augustine answers, and when he speaks, his voice is hollow and ruined. With the legs of a newborn fawn, he stands and stumbles towards the church’s small washroom. His pants chafe uncomfortably as he moves.

He’s halfway out the door to the office when the Father calls to him once again. “Oh, and Augustine? Should you ever wish to worship like that again, do let me know.”

Augustine blinks slowly as the words wash over him. Then, he smiles. “Yes, Father,” he nods. “I most certainly will.”

#joseph seed x oc #joseph seed x male oc #r: the father and the confessor #my fic #yo wtf is up with the copy/paste function and why is it messing up my text?#had to copy/paste this paragraph by paragraph to keep it from fucking up #oc: augustine la roux

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lulu2992 · 1 year

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I know the Far Cry 5 Anniversary Gift Exchange is officially over and that we got our gifts already, but since you drew something (my ship) for me, @travelbystarlight, I just wanted to draw a little something (your ship) for you :)