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ind. sel. pri. fc5's jacob seed.

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[text] job's done [text] need pick-up, can't make it back

02:14AM. Jacob taps one finger against the steering wheel in tandem to the digital clock’s blinking display. With his wolves settled and itinerary cleared for the day, Jacob’s satisfied— doesn’t even mind that his ‘trainee’ decidedly texts him for a ride. He’s in a good mood today, or maybe it’s the scenic allure of Whitetail Mountain’s clear, night sky that makes the trip out a little more rewarding in addition to a job well done. 

When she does finally show up, wavy shadow outside tinted windows, Jacob leans over and clicks her side of the door open. 

“Where’s your stop, or are you thinkn’ of coming back with me?” 

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‘s been a while. 

[thirdpartofthenight]

bryan schutmaat - heartland

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D’you think someone fed my wolves while i was gone?

[safewithinedensgate]

favorite moments + jacob seed

[arcaniteripper]

[himncskur-arch-deactivated20230]

Heavy jumpers and jackets had been her only saviour in covering deep purple hands that lay across the skin of her throat, though nothing could hide how the capillaries in her eyes had EXPLODED like a thousand stars, scattering white crimson. The bruises remain sensitive, though on show as hands idly tug at her shirt. Anxious. A rarity, but it was clear as her head dipped to avoid his gaze. She didn’t know who had planted the SEED in his mind that she could be the one that lead so many of their flock to the slaughter, after all, a wolf has teeth, why would she simply remain tame for them? Yet- she did not fight as hands clamped and CRUSHED the air from her lungs, only watched him as tears burnt her eyes and the crackle of a radio brought oxygen rushing back. Hand grips the table behind her, struggling to steady herself as other fingers ghost tender marks.

“Y-you know…” Voice is broken, clearly strained under the pain left by his own hands, heavy swallow halting a wheeze before she continued, “despite what you all- or what some.. Think of me? I would never turn my back on you. Never. J-jacob I would rather die than sell out anyone, especially you, this is my family. You aren’t someone… That I could easily lose.”

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She’ll be a martyr. Jacob knows it. There’ll even be a funeral attended by many, maybe even the the baptist himself might make an appearance. She’ll have her spot by the bunker, in the place shaded by trees. Many have given their lives for The Project, laid down their lives for The Father, but few knew what awaited them when they were dragged by the hands lowered into the ground. 

Many sputtered their alliances only when his rusted blade’s held to the skin of their throats, but Sarah, who will wordlessly lay down her life for him, take not one, but three bullets in the chest? She has never been made an exception to his suspicious. Today, that iron-cast loyalty has been tried and tested. And now, when she’s staring straight in Death’s wrathful eye with the breath strangled out of her lungs, and she can still find it within herself to profess her devotion and faith to The Project and him— it must hold true.  

And after all this— she is still dedicating this hunt to him? Sure that the hands now tap-tap-tapping are actually by his side and not still squeezing around her neck? "Are you crazy?” Jacob explodes, suddenly fiery, then has to bite back on his next words. “You... have to think for yourself. Not slave away, hand and foot, just for an ounce of gratification from me. Or the family.”

Something burns acrid at the base of his throat like he’s just taken a particularly bitter swig from the bottle. Jacob doesn’t stare at his hands by his side, but knows how they tremble like war, like how the ground shakes with an explosion and even when he clenches them tight they still shake, because after all these years, war never changes.  

“Forgive me.” Jacob’s voice is soft, and devastatingly quiet. He can’t afford to make any more mistakes now that the resistance drew closer by the second. 

[bcnzin]

jacob fckng seed be like: guys u can find these in my etsy shop , shop name’s ‘wildboii420′

[arcaniteripper]

– And when a nation that’s never known hunger or desperation descends into madness, we’ll be ready.

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Haven’t been around lately and won’t be for a bit. University is incredibly taxing on me and I’ll be lying if I didn’t say I lost interest in writing Jacob. 

[bintangy]

a girl can dream right ??

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brb. gonna fight a war on main.

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Did you think I was dead?

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     mouthing a series of curses, she held her breath and squeezed her eyes shut, hoping this was some kind of DREAM or, even more foolishly, that if she couldn’t see him, he couldn’t see her. reaching for a gun was out of the question as was reaching for most anything when it was so dead SILENT she could hear every clink of his tags. this would be a great time for one of hurk’s explosions, but one never came. but there was still hope as she PAINSTAKINGLY tucked her leg out of view as inaudibly as she could. 

It’s a lifeline thrown but she doesn’t swim to it. No matter, though, because Jacob is in a generous, drama-free mood today and can’t afford having it disrupted by the breach in security, his useless foot soldiers and the intruder right under his nose. There’s a blade sheathed to one thigh but Jacob doesn’t reach for it. He pauses in front of the worktable-- and for one moment all the air’s sucked out of the room and whatever remains, books, furs, maps go stale. When he squats to meet the intruder, eyes glittering in the dim light ( and how can something so lucid, so clear be dead at the same time ), his expression isn’t exactly frightening so much as it is weary. Same shit, different day.

[bi-ta]

Like a caged animal