I MIGHT BE RETURNING ?? OR IM SENILE

Indie Roleplay Bog for Staci Pratt & The Junior Deputy of Far Cry 5.

[deputypeach]

is there still a fc5 rpc? 

[diciple]

        THE BLOOD OF THE COVENANT IS THICKER THAN THE WATER OF THE WOMB

[jacobaseed-archive]

far cry new dawn gifs {5/?}

[walkpath]

faith is a liar. she devours her victims. that’s what they whisper. i wish that were true. because they woman they describe doesn’t care about people. and i’ve been hurt by people close to me. just like you. your fellow deputies abandoned you. they’ve put the weight of the world on your shoulders. and it hurts, doesn’t it? your friends will lie to your face just to get what they want. i will never lie to you. au faith seed. written by henri.

[midwintcr-blog]

they decorated my silence   /   made it some beautiful thing   /   as if they had not been the ones   /   to clasp shut my brilliant mouth shut.   /   they commemorated my beauty.   /   as if it were immortal   /   as if my rose red lips and   /   ebony eyes had ever shone for them.   /   they fled once i came again.   /   when the anger of my youth   /   became bitter and festered.

ENGLISH WINTERS , AS EXPERIENCED THEN PERSONIFIED BY BEE                                                            ABOUT                 /                 RULES

[fahmine-deactivated20181002]

oh my god if you linger at the helicopter too long, staci says, ‘what the fuck you doing? jesus.’

[labors]

be kind & respectful to children or i WILL kill you with knives

[despcsyni]

Ｔｈｅ Ｗｏｒｄ Ｂｅｃａｍｅ Ｆｌｅｓｈ

That was I am the true Light, which lights every man that comes into the world. [John 1:9]

ɪɴᴅɪᴇ. ᴘʀɪᴠᴀᴛᴇ. sᴇʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ. ʟᴏᴡ ᴀᴄᴛɪᴠɪᴛʏ. ᴊᴏsᴇᴘʜ sᴇᴇᴅ. ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ʙʏ sɪᴍᴏɴ. WARNING: ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴs ᴀᴅᴜʟᴛ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇs, ᴄᴜʟᴛ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇs,  ʜᴇᴀᴠʏ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇs, ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇs, ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ, ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ, ɴᴀᴜsᴇᴀ, ʜᴇᴀʀᴛʙᴜʀɴ, ɪɴᴅɪɢᴇsᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴅʀᴜɢs, ᴀɴᴅ sᴏᴜᴛʜᴇʀɴᴇʀs. ɢʟʜғ.

[walkpath]

“I was protecting you!” Staci 👀

@deputypeach. 

it’s not that she isn’t appreciative. 

it’s that she’d accepted the bullet between her eyes. a nameless, faceless resistance member had broken through the lines of defenses. had gotten close enough to point a gun at her, barrel level with her eyes and their face lost in shadows. death had closed her eyes, a faint amusement pulling at her from her anticipation. for seven years, she feared joseph would be at the other end of the barrel, or someone else in his stead. but it was some lucky bastard who slipped through the battle of angels and sinners to find her. 

with a soft sigh, death closes her eyes, ready to resign her role. 

she doesn’t flinch when a trigger is pulled. only opens her eyes two heartbeats she shouldn’t have to see staci holding a gun with eyes that are widening from their cold determination into panic. 

i was protecting you! he stumbles, dropping the gun when her full attention turns to him. he starts to reach for his hair to tug at, hands shaking in fear of her fury. still caught in the shock of still being alive, faith steps silently to him, hands gentle when she gathers him into her arms, his trembling slowly subsiding as she runs her over his hair. 

‘ you’ve done well, staci. thank you. thank you. ‘ the battle outside is subsiding, the special brand of silence that angels carry beginning to settle once more as voices and gunshots are quieted forever. still reeling, faith knows she’ll be in a trance for a least a few more hours as fear settles into the curve of her spine and the fact that she’s still living keeps her heart racing as a continuous reminder. it’s easy to shift her focus to staci, rubbing his back like he’s a child in need of consoling. ‘ you’ve done very well. ‘ 

[deputypeach]

[punishir-deactivated20231008]

Microsoft OneNote Notebook

hey, this is the document i was talking about earlier.

this is a onenote doc that contains the very, very, very basic stuff that us gentiles should know but don’t about judaism, and is absolutely integral for gentiles writing jewish characters - that includes characters with a jewish faceclaim. i put it together with help from the resources on @goyimguide, which i talk about and link to in the document.

please spread this and read it. it’s been condensed down to easy-to-read points, it’s color-coded and it’s been proofread three separate times. i have adhd and difficulty parsing text and i made it with disabled muns in mind.

[deputypeach]

me: I randomly started thinking about all these family HC’s that go against everything I know about Staci. I want to give him a lot of siblings but ? idk I probably wont  trevor: give staci a big family !!!!!! he deserves that !!!!! me: ... .... okay he has like 4 half siblings  trevor: (: !  me: BUT HIS DAD TOOK THEM WHEN HE LEFT AND THEY ARE ESTRANGED TO THIS DAY  trevor: ): 

[mae-rps]

Violence/Death themed ask memes/prompts

((Obviously, lots of trigger warnings here so please be careful - Violence tw, death tw, killing tw, physical abuse tw, blood tw))

[apostolum-blog]

mae-rps‌:

“Is that blood?!”

“You didn’t have to kill them!”

“Your car is dented, who did you hit?!”

“I could always just kill them…”

“Why are your knuckles bruised?”

“Just go! I’ll clean up this mess.“ 

“You busted my lip!”

“You clean up, I’ll hide the body.”

“They deserved it.”

“Dont you dare hit me!“ 

“I liked killing them.”

“Oh God, there’s so much blood!“ 

“Don’t be a baby, I only kicked you in the balls.”

“Kill them! Go on!“ 

“Who gave you that black eye?!”

“They died happy at least." 

"Do you want me to hit you?!" 

"Get rid of them and I promise I’ll never bother you again." 

"I’ll kill you, I swear!" 

"They were trying to kill me! I had to defend myself!”

“I’ll kill every last one of them." 

"Ow! I think you’ve broken my arm!”

“I’ll fight beside you." 

"Are you burning a body?”

“I was protecting you!”

“Don’t be alarmed, but I may have just run a guy over.”

“Have you ever killed anyone before? Be truthful.”

“It was an accident!”

“Well, you should’ve thought about that before you hit them with your car!”

“Burn the body and lets go.”

“I’m glad they’re dead!”

“They’re not going to make it.”

“Don’t you dare die on me!”

“I had to do it.”

“I killed them so we can be together, don’t you see that?”

“I may or may not have a dead person in my basement.”

“I am sick of cleaning up your mess!”

[slicktrigger-deactivated2019021]

                                     highly selective / indie / mutual exclusive

[deputypeach]

@ablehearted ♡

 Pratt  can  barely  understand  why  he's  allowed  here.  He  doesn't  think  it  was  practical  or  decent,  Rook  depositing  him  in  a  family's  home,  with  the  extent  of  Staci's  malady  still  so  uncharted  ———   potentially  similar  to  rabies  in  the  way  of  being  devastating,  incurable,  and  only  properly  diagnosed  by  peeling  back  the  skull  and  segmenting  the  brain.

“I  think  I  should  sleep  outside.”  He  suggests  to  the  man  who  owns  this  home,  who  has  clear,  kind  eyes  and  an  infant  daughter.  If  the  request  sounds  bizarre,  that’s  lost  to  Staci.  He’d  been  sleeping  outside  for  weeks.  He  thinks  he’d  even  prefer  it,  though  his  preferences  are  hard  to  navigate  now,  too. 

( On  the  ride  over  Rook  asked  him  to  choose  between  three  CDs,  three  different  genres:  outlaw  country,  classic  rock,  bubblegum  pop.  They  ended  up  letting  one  of  the  cult’s  radio  broadcasts hum  propaganda  while  Staci  stared  down  at  the  spread  of  plastic  cases  in  his  lap  like  tarot  cards  spelling  out  his  future  in  swords  and  wands. )

 Staci  doesn't  know  if  he  trembles  and  flinches  and  sweats  with  trauma,  fresh  and  raw  and  peeled  down  to  his  nerves,  or  a  latent  virus  slowly  humming  to  activation  like  a  rebooting  machine,  a  sleeper  cell.  But  the  paranoia  that  scrapes  out  the  inside  of  his  skull  is  a  strangely  welcomed  medicine:  it  demands  attention,  silence,  wrapping  around  his  rabbit's  heart  like  a  long  hunted  night. 

[deputypeach]

omg hello everyone 

sorry for being very absent?? especially with everyone on discord / IM ? But I love you all 

[deputypeach]

iscariotsdeputy‌:

    Staci would never admit that he was cold. Wouldn’t admit that the feeling of the afghan had filled him with so much warmth and happiness. Those were just things that Jacob had banished from Staci’s thoughts. He didn’t get to be happy. Or warm. Or loved. Those were just unheard of for Staci until now.

    In a way, Staci couldn’t understand why he was being treated like that. He didn’t know why he was being treated like an equal, like someone who mattered. The kisses and the kindness were things his brain just couldn’t fathom. Hell, even some part of himself had said he didn’t deserve praise. And yet, here Rook was. Staying there right by his side and letting him sleep.

    “You better sleep too, Rook.” Staci mumbled again. “Don’t want you to lose sleep ‘cause of me. Gotta be well-rested for whatever hell happens tomorrow.”

Rook hums at Pratt’s suggestion, not at all opposed to it. The position he’s in gets more comfortable the longer he holds it ——— and the more comfortable he gets, the less incentive he has to move. He was right about being able to sleep like this ——— he can already feel snow static fuzzing over his thoughts, pulling his eyelids down, comfort as steady as a morphine drip. 

It feels good just to sit down, stick his face in something soft, and rest his eyes,  but he knows that’s not the source of this comfort. Staci’s body is warm and solid and two inches from his face ——— Rook can hear his lazy breathing, feel Pratt’s stomach expand and retract against his forearm, and doesn’t have to wonder if Staci’s okay. There is no terrible unknowing, there’s just Pratt and his rookie, trying to catch some Z’s. Rook can almost pretend it’s normal. 

‘ Looking for your hand.’  ——— Rook mumbles out a warning, feeling around the loose-stitched blanket and locating the back of Staci’s palm, flipping it over and braiding their fingers together. He can almost pretend this is normal for them, too. ‘ I’d give up a whole lot more than sleep for you, Staci Pratt. I promise.’