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❝ it is excellent to have a giant’s strength; but it is tyrannous to use it like a giant. ❞ – measure for measure

far cry 5 rpc characters + shakespeare quotes paul seed / @kcptpeace

#hope county + shakespeare #kcptpeace #( askjfgh ilu friend i hope u like this !! ) ;#( okay to reblog ) ;#( sav edits things ) ;#( paul seed tbt ) ;#( i love one superior manbun man ) ;

❛ you’re a fool of a man . ❜

there is a rage in the lilt of her voice that she has not heard before . tips of fingers long dry from the heat tracing a pattern into the flesh of his arm . another holding cloth , soaked in water she’s boiled for the germs & blood she isn’t sure is his or another’s . this life of perpetual sorrow is a hand her God has dealt her but Mary cannot discern why . for what sins has she committed to deserve it ?

she need not ask , or perhaps it was the fear of knowing that kept her words silent . except for the scold that followed her caring touches towards an end to the ugliness that his appearance had taken . a shell . . . nothing more , nothing less .

for @kcptpeace . << sc >>

#kcptpeace #❛ — i. verses / MAIN #let me know if you'd like something specific #I'm just winging it at this point

she had sustained an injury earlier in the day while she was outside of the walls. slipping by without people noticing , nor the bloody arm she had. it wasn’t anything to worry about since the cut wasn’t too deep ( and mia definitely wasn’t bitten. ) while she had been on one of her SCAVENGING HUNT’S , she ended up getting into a scuffle with a group of men who made camp in the next town over. these men to mia’s knowledge , and she knew them well though not personally , were dangerous. people who worked for the same people she USED to work for. it’s a long story , the truth is never really easy for some to handle. least of all during times where SURVIVAL OF THE FITTEST is meant in it’s truest form. mia goes about finding medical supplies , slipping into the area where they were kept. no one was around so she went ahead and helped herself to ransacking what was available.

starter call. / @kcptpeace !

#kcptpeace #i. there is poetry in brutal efficiency . / re. ↷ apocalypse .#HI LOVE #!!!#i hope this works??? i know i left it sorta vague without her saying anything #BUT! i figured the could either know each other or not so up to you <3

“ i gave you everything i had. ” - Paul

— meme ; phrases that really hit you where it hurts, accepting.

NOTHING BUT STATIC HAS REACHED THROUGH the white noise wall of dutch’s countless radios for weeks, perhaps months. both joseph and the deputy had lost count nine days into their underground stay. that’s when the last news station finally vanished. how can he bide the days then? prayer, meditation—the cruelty of memory. his faith combusted with her bunker, jacob’s body was never recovered, and the father can still hear john’s death broadcast from the valley. FATHER. can he even claim that title now? HIS CHILDREN ARE EITHER SCATTERED OR DEAD. perhaps he has been proven right in the chaos, but what good is that if he and his faithful can never rebuild? joseph has long since accepted that he and the once-heretic are the last two living souls on earth. still, when he e x h a u s t s himself to the point of sleep, he makes a point to fold his hands together, knuckles white and aching with the desperate tension, and he asks the voice for some show of MERCY—please let the good seed survive.

IT WAS DURING THIS PRACTICE AT WHAT WOULD be five a.m. on a saturday, had time not become a useless concept when the whitetails crumbled, that the static finds a voice. no, not one voice, but three. one belongs to a devout faithful, a voice which disappears within the hour beneath the father’s silence. another holds charlemagne boshaw’s brash and ragged patchwork of vocabulary. and the third is none other than the good pastor. the latter two trade out from the same transmitter. one quotes scripture ; the other shares stories of that time he set a rat on fire in a library. THEN COMES A FOURTH VOICE, SOFT BUT CLEAR AMID the static: “ i gave you everything i had. ” where it holds hope, there is also a monumental weight of contempt shelled around it. the sound brings tears to joseph’s eyes, finally not for the loss he has felt since the fall of the first herald. his throat tightens around something that might have been a sob, and only then is he aware that he has all but collapsed with the radio’s mic clutched in both hands. paul—indignant, bitter, wounded… but somehow, ‘ you’re… alive. ’

#; joseph staying radio silent until he hears his brother's voice???#; you bet #kcptpeace #*& when we hear the voice‚ we know we have no other choice — ( answer. )

“I would have done anything for you, but you’ve ruined all of that.” -Paul

ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ, ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ʜɪᴍ. ʀᴇᴅʜᴇᴀᴅᴇᴅ. ᴜɴʟɪᴋᴇ ʜɪꜱ ꜰᴀᴛʜᴇʀ. ʙʟᴜᴇ ᴇʏᴇꜱ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʜɪꜱ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ. ʀᴇᴊᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ.

ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴊᴏꜱᴇᴘʜ. ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴊᴏꜱᴇᴘʜ….ᴊᴀᴄᴏʙ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴇᴄꜱᴛᴀᴛɪᴄ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʜᴀᴠɪɴɢ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ꜱᴏꜰᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʜᴀʀᴅ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ.

ʜᴇ ꜱᴛʀᴜɢɢʟᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴀɪᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀɪᴄᴇ ᴍᴀɴʏ ᴛɪᴍᴇꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ɢɪᴠɪɴɢ ᴊᴏꜱᴇᴘʜ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀᴘᴘɪɴᴇꜱꜱ ʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ. ᴄᴏᴍɪᴄꜱ ꜱᴍᴜɢɢʟᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴍ, ᴄᴀɴᴅʏ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴀꜱ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴀꜰꜰᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀꜱ ʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ɢɪᴠᴇ, ᴀꜱ ʜᴇ, ʜɪᴍꜱᴇʟꜰ, ᴄʀᴀᴠᴇᴅ.

ᴛʜᴏꜱᴇ ʙᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢꜱ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ ʜɪᴍ.

ʙᴜᴛ ʜɪꜱ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴊᴏꜱᴇᴘʜ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇᴅ. ɪᴛ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴍᴇ ꜱᴛʀᴏɴɢᴇʀ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢꜱ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ʜɪꜱ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ. ʜɪꜱ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴊᴏʏ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ. ʜᴇ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ᴀꜱ ᴍᴀɴʏ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴏꜱᴇ ʙᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢꜱ ᴀꜱ ʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴏꜰꜰ ʜɪꜱ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀꜱ ʙᴀᴄᴋ. ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ꜱᴛʀᴏɴɢ, ʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴊᴏꜱᴇᴘʜ ᴛᴏ ʜᴜʀᴛ.

ᴡᴀꜱ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʜᴏᴡ ʟɪꜰᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ꜱᴜᴘᴘᴏꜱᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ?

ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ. ɪᴛ ɪꜱ ʜᴏᴡ ʜɪꜱ ʟɪꜰᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ.

ꜱᴏ ʜᴇ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴘᴀɪɴ.

ᴛʜᴇɴ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀʙɪᴇꜱ. ᴏɴᴇ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ɴᴇᴀʀʟʏ. ᴘᴀᴜʟ ᴀɴᴅ ᴊᴏʜɴ. ᴛᴡᴏ ꜱᴍᴀʟʟ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇʟʟ ᴀᴡᴀɪᴛᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇᴍ. ꜱᴍɪʟɪɴɢ, ᴘʀᴏᴜᴅ ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛꜱ ᴀt ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏꜱᴘɪᴛᴀʟ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʜᴜʀᴄʜᴇꜱ ʙᴜᴛ ᴀᴛ ʜᴏᴍᴇ…

ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢꜱ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ ᴇᴀʀʟʏ.

ᴊᴀᴄᴏʙ ᴡᴀꜱ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴏʟᴅᴇʀ. ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ᴄᴀᴘᴀʙʟᴇ ᴏꜰ ʜᴀɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ʜɪꜱ ᴏᴡɴ ᴅᴏꜱᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴘᴀɪɴ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ʜɪꜱ ꜰᴀᴛʜᴇʀ. ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ꜰᴀᴛʜᴇʀ. ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀᴛʜᴇʀꜱ ꜰᴀᴛʜᴇʀ…

ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ 13 ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴘᴀᴜʟ ᴡᴀꜱ ʙᴏʀɴ ᴀɴᴅ 15 ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴊᴏʜɴ ᴡᴀꜱ ʙᴏʀɴ. ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ʙɪɢ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛᴏ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴊᴏᴇ. ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʜɪꜱ ꜱᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ʙɪᴛᴄʜ ꜰᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ꜰᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ᴛᴡɪᴄᴇ.

ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ.

ᴡᴀꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ.

ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀɪɴ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʜɪᴍꜱᴇʟꜰ.

ʜɪꜱ ᴀʙꜱᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ʜɪꜱ ꜰᴀɪʟᴜʀᴇ.

ᴛʜᴇɴ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ꜱᴇᴘᴀʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰɪʀᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴜɴɪꜱʜᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴋɪʟʟɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴜʀᴘᴏꜱᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴀᴄʀɪꜰɪᴄᴇ. ʜɪꜱ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛʀʏ ʀᴇᴊᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍ ᴀꜱ ᴀ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴏᴋᴀʏ, ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴜꜱᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ʀᴇᴊᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ᴇᴀʀʟʏ ᴏɴ, ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴘᴀɪɴꜰᴜʟ ʟᴇꜱꜱᴏɴ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇꜱ ʟᴇꜱꜱ ꜱᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ɪᴛꜱ ᴅᴇʟᴛ ᴏɴᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ.

ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴊᴏꜱᴇᴘʜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴊᴏʜɴ ꜰᴏᴜɴᴅ ʜɪᴍ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ…

ʜᴇ'ꜱ ʙɪɢ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀɪɴ ʜᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ᴏꜰꜰ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅᴇʀꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴇᴍʏ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ꜰᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ᴛᴡɪᴄᴇ.

ʙᴜᴛ ᴘᴀᴜʟ.

ʜɪꜱ ᴡᴀʏᴡᴀʀᴅ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ. ʜᴇ ɪꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴇᴍʏ.

ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ ɪꜱ ʀᴇᴊᴇᴄᴛɪɴɢ ʜɪᴍ.

ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴏᴅ, ᴛʜɪꜱ ʟᴇꜱꜱᴏɴ ʜᴜʀᴛꜱ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ. ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ɪᴛ ʜᴀᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴄᴀꜱᴛ ᴀꜱɪᴅᴇ ᴀꜱ ᴀ ꜱʜᴇʟʟ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪʟɪᴛᴀʀʏ.

“ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ɪɴ ᴇᴅᴇɴ'ꜱ ɢᴀᴛᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ɪɴ ᴊᴏꜱᴇᴘʜ.” ɪɴ ʜɪᴍ. ɪɴ ᴊᴀᴄᴏʙ. “ɪ ᴀᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇɴᴇᴍʏ, ᴘᴀᴜʟ. ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴛᴜʀɴ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴍᴇ. ᴡᴇ'ʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀᴇ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ.”

#⚔ The Pack - The Obscured #no thats just rain in my face #im not crying #tw child abuse #kcptpeace

@kcptpeace––––––STARTER CALL ( accepting ! )

“You haven’t eaten.”

THERE’S SOMETHING amiss, but he can’t quite put his fingers on it. WITH HIS age had come the wisdom & bond to know SOMETHING was awry with Paul. But he prefers not to press the issue so he proceeds with caution in the event that Paul recedes back into himself.

DEALING with the aftermath of...EVERYTHING was still a difficult pill to swallow and in the now dilapidated world they wandered it seemed all too real that they had to accept a NEW way of life.

SEVENTEEN years was nothing. It felt like A WEEK at best had passed, but fortunately such wasn’t the case. THEY WERE now able to roam more freely across the bounds of Hope County...or what USED to be Hope County. All he wanted was to be let be. TO PAY HOMAGE to the grave of someone who was VERY NEAR & DEAR to his heart, but it seemed that trouble was brewing again...ALL THE TIME.

“Did something happen?”

#ΣΩΦ➣『 kingdoms fall; empires crumble; and in their wake only dust and ruins remain 』( IC )#α➛Ω『 and from the ashes of despair and grief birthed a new and radiant dawn from which the flowers bloom 』( NEW DAWN )#kcptpeace

paul smiles upon seeing his sister, faith. her presence is calming in a way and if he is honest with himself. he never thought he'd be saying that to himself, but here he is. 'faith,' he says softly with adoration laced within its tone. 'come sit with me. we have much catching up to do.'

A PEACE OF MIND wasn’t something faith necessarily had anymore. if we’re being honest, it’s something she’s never had. none of which was one her mind was written in her features, no. THERE ARE POSITIVES to her manipulative, estranged bodily behavior – faith still has empathy. most of all, she’s legitimately with all of HER BROKEN HEART, never once lied to paul seed. joseph seed doesn’t even have the pleasure of that truest thought. within paul, within that light that even has more passion than her angelic, SIREN LIKE ABILITIES. paul seed is simply, in the kindest way, a beacon of hope. unlike the word of the father, which still has only SOME OF IT’S MERIT, while losing most of it – paul’s words never once lost their glow. they’re still there to hang onto.

‘ I’M GLAD YOU’VE INVITED me, paul. i missed spending time with you. ’ faith’s musical voice, laced with song always, still did not have a lie hanging from it’s tongue. YOU SEE – faith still gardens when she finds an opportunity and between her fingers was yet another flower. faith just sets the flower on the table, this sunflower that PRICKED PRECARIOUSLY from a quiet corner in jessop’s conservatory, oddly out of place for a territory that’s meant to be sunshine.

> random asks \ @kcptpeace \ always accepting.

#* FAITH. / joseph believes he's our savior.#* SEED FAMILY. / there is a train heading straight for heaven's gate.#kcptpeace #hello i love paul seed