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hello vonnie
Cosimo Galluzzi
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Jules of Nature
Sade Olutola
almost home

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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

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trying on a metaphor

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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

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@jacobsfatc0ck
𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙖 𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙡 𝙙𝙤𝙜 𝙄 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥 𝙞𝙣 𝙗𝙚𝙙𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙢 𝙘𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙖𝙡𝙨
Pray for me, I aint done this in a FAT minute
Drawing him feels like home.
Lawd have mercy…
𝙃𝙚 𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙨 𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙨, 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙣𝙤 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙. 𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙜𝙤 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙.
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Mmm and they’re both boys!
I want to draw Jacob jerkin his turkey
✨ In my Far Cry 5 era ✨
Full versions of the 2 more obviously cropped ones are on my Twitter 🫡
art for my au (work in progress) where the seeds survive the events of fc5, are arrested by the deputy, then tried in court but walk free due to rigging the jury with peggies and john blackmailing the judges
(subsequently rook, now facing intense scrutiny and blame for the events in hope county, begins to crack under the pressure and wonders if killing them really is the only way, all the while joseph tries to push them to join the project and he’ll make their criminal charges “disappear”)
Old art from 2024. I miss Far Cry 5.
I`M SLOWLY FORGETTING YOUR FACE
realized i never actually posted this here oopsie
Beefy and hairy Jacob brainrot again. He most definitely had a trailer or cabin out in the woods before the Veteran’s Center became home base of operations for him. He’s sitting on some old couch that’s probably the same age as him, something he just picked up off the side of the road even when John insisted he’d buy him actual furniture without the holes and stains on it. It’s late, he can’t sleep, too many thoughts that won’t settle down. There’s a cigarette perched between his fingers slowly rolling smoke into the orange glow of the lamp light beside him, the only light on in the whole place, in the whole area with the remote woods around him. He’s shirtless, denim clad thighs spread out where he sits back against the cushions, buttons undone and belt open. Patchy auburn hair on display where it grows around the scars littered across his chest, something he doesn’t much care about anymore as he’s gotten older. It trails down, down, down, leading to the pudge and fold of his stomach at his belt line, a slight bit peeking out in a bush that he keeps trimmed occasionally, but mainly leaves it be. Another night turning to another day.
Jacob Seed with a tummy. Jacob Seed with motorboatable pecs. Jacob Seed thick. #send post
Mnn Jacob Seed with a big beefy hairy dad bod, specifically weighin between 245-260. I need him big and heavy, that he makes the bed creak and groan under his weight RAAAAAA
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