#fc5 oc

i've been wanting to post him for a WHILE now

anxiety be damned

i hope y'all love him as much as i do <3

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Diane was still trying to understand the reason for this summons. Why did Jacob summon her in the same way as the men who served under his standard? He could have found her below the castle, where she was imagining with Edith the future gardens and vegetable patches that she wanted to create on the plots of land that he had granted her.

So many ideas were racing through her head. Fruit trees, wells, fountains, gravel paths that would wind between the garden squares with a thousand and one plants from the four corners of the kingdom. Diane wanted to rival Faith's gardens. She wanted to make the gardens of St Francis a model that would be envied and imitated. And make Jacob proud of her work.

Perhaps that was why he summoned her. Did the amount required for the improvements exceed what Jacob had granted her? Diane saw only this explanation to justify her "imperative" presence - as the messenger who came to find her had pointed out - in the heart of St. Francis's power. Being summoned to the Great Hall could only mean two things: an official ceremony or a judgment from the Duke. Diane knew that no ceremony, no knighting was planned in the coming weeks. So that meant she had done something that had displeased Jacob. And the only thing that could meet with his displeasure was her proud garden project.

The great ornate doors of the hall soon stood before her, always guarded by two Chosen in armor, faces hidden, halberd in hand. Day and night, the Chosen took turns guarding this room, even if it was empty. There was a whole symbol there. No one was to enter without the Duke's approval. Even she, his wife, couldn't give her permission.

Without a word, they moved apart and pushed open the doors which emitted a long creaking sound that echoed in the vast room, crashing against the high vaulted ceiling and its imposing arched beams. Timidly crossing the threshold, Diana's eyes wandered towards the stone dais on which Jacob sat in his oak throne, lit by the large windows above it.

The throne was empty.

Behind Diane, the guards closed the doors with a loud slam. Then silence gradually fell back into the Great Hall, leaving her strangely alone. Intrigued by this staging, if that was indeed the case, Diane walked slowly to the dais, looking curiously around her, expecting to see Jacob emerge from behind the pillars that supported the weight of the heavy vaulted roof. The flags above her head fluttered gently in the air currents that snaked through the room.

Arriving in front of the dais, Diane hesitated, casting an uncertain glance towards the empty throne, then to her own, smaller one, sculpted and installed shortly after their marriage. Apparently, Jacob had left. Had it taken her this long to get back to the castle and through its countless corridors to reach its heart?

Footsteps sounded behind her and made her jump. She turned sharply. Jacob stood there, a few meters away from her, dressed in a long tunic of dark green embroidered with gold thread, black hose, a woven wool belt and perfectly polished leather boots. Some of his long red locks had been braided, embellished with gold beads, and hung down his face. He had indulged in this coquetry ever since Diane had braided his hair one day, while they were in their small mansion bordering Cedar Lake, to escape the weight of their obligations for a few days.

The young woman had to admit that he was undeniably attractive dressed like that. He rarely dressed so elegantly, preferring to wear a tabard over chainmail, with his sword hanging from a belt to remind his warrior side. He always seemed ready to go to war.

He advanced with heavy steps, inexorably moving towards her, in a controlled, almost predatory gait. Golden highlights sparkled in his beard and hair as he passed through a ray of light.

"Weren’t you supposed to be hunting?" Diane asked, uncomfortable with his silence. "I thought a deer had caught your interest. The one you were telling me about the other day."

Jacob didn't answer her. He continued walking, his face stone-faced, his eyes fixed on her. At no point did he blink. He looked like a wolf on the hunt. His soles clicked on the flagstones and the echo of the great hall amplified the sound of his approach. He was almost upon her, more imposing with every step. Diane was tempted to back away, but taking a step back would be an admission of weakness.

I have nothing to reproach myself for. Right?

"Will you explain to me the reason for this summons?"

A tremor in her voice betrayed her growing nervousness. And Jacob's persistent silence didn't help matters. What was he playing at?

He was finally upon her and before Diane had time to open her mouth, he pounced on her. Diane barely had time to glimpse the glowing redness of his eyes as his hands captured her cheeks.

"Jac…"

He silenced her by kissing her with a deep kiss. Diane's eyes widened in surprise before melting into his arms. Jacob kissed her harder, as if he were feeding on her lips. Out of breath, Diane soon had to move away from him. Jacob growled against her mouth, annoyed.

"You kept me waiting, kitten," he said, his voice tinged with reproach.

"I was afraid of getting told off."

An amused smile tugged at Jacob's lips.

"Maybe I should… But I have something else on my mind."

At these words, Diane felt her mark radiate with a gentle warmth. A familiar, pleasant, intimate, sensual warmth. Her cheeks flushed as she realized why Jacob had asked her to join him 'imperatively'. A smile almost tugged at her lips as she imagined him walking around the Great Hall, impatiently awaiting her arrival, his hard, throbbing desire trapped in the tightness of his chausses.

Unfortunately for her, Jacob's long tunic prevented her from seeing the shape of his straining sex through the fabric.

"Why did you summon me?"

Jacob's eyes slid further down her body, leaving a burning trail in their wake, and Diane felt as if he were undressing her with his eyes. A warm feeling awoke in her lower abdomen, mingling with the one in the hollow of her neck.

"I urgently need to be between your thighs, kitten. You left so quickly this morning."

Diane felt herself shiver at his sincerity and wetness pricked between her legs. She loved the way his voice became raspier and thicker when his body was overwhelmed with desire. His words had this peculiar way of rolling off his tongue.

"Urgent to the point of interrupting me in the project that requires my attention?"

Jacob's chest shook with silent laughter. His face leaned towards hers and his lips brushed against hers, subtly fanning the flames of her desire. Diane opened her mouth slightly to invite him to come and lick her tongue. He leaned in a little closer, and Diane thought he was going to give in to his urge to kiss her. She craned her neck.

But Jacob pulled away at the last moment, leaving the ghost of a kiss lingering against her lips. Diane blinked several times, disconcerted.

"Urgent to the point of canceling my hunting trip. You know how much I love to hunt. I've been hard all morning, kitten. Every thought I had brought me back to you."

One of his hands came to nestle in the hollow of her back to bring her closer to him. Diane's skin crawled with shivers as his thick beard scratched her jaw. His chapped lips barely touched her ear as he whispered hoarsely:

"I thought about the firmness of your thighs around my hips, the way you scream my name as you tighten around my cock."

His quick breath, mingled with the scent of leather and steel, made Diane's desire rise like a river overflowing its banks. The inside of her thighs were now burning. Jacob must have sensed it because he tightened his grip to pull her closer and make her feel the strength of his ardor. Diane gripped the collar of his tunic to keep her balance, as Jacob's hips shamelessly ground against hers to force her to give in. He knew how to be terribly persuasive.

"Are you going to turn away and leave me in this state, Diane?" he continued, tracing the outline of her ear with the tip of his tongue. "Are your gardens more important than me? Are you that cruel?"

He nibbled at her earlobe. Diane's mark began to heat up again, as if her blood were boiling beneath her skin. And feeling Jacob's hard cock rippling against her finished off the poor resistance she was trying to put up. She moaned as she tried to snuggle up to him, seeking caresses and satisfaction. Everything was possible. He could spread her on the ground, where the sun's rays warmed the flagstones, on her back or on all fours, lean her against a pillar, hold her by the thighs with his large, firm hands…

"Oh kitten, I haven’t even started yet," Jacob chuckled in her ear, sensing her excitement.

He released her, leaving her dizzy and trembling, then he walked around her, brushing against her body, his hand running distractedly along her stomach to stir up her senses. Diane followed his movement and watched him climb the steps of the dais before advancing towards his throne. He turned to face her, overlooking her from the height on which he stood. Then he took a seat on the symbol of his power, his arms resting casually on the armrests. He gave off an impression of majesty, domination, power. He was the Duke in this hall, lord and master of St Francis.

His gaze fixed on her unblinkingly, studying her the way a wolf would about to pounce on a doe.

"On your knees."

"I beg your pardon?"

"Oh kitten don’t make me tell you twice. You know I hate repeating myself."

He patted his thigh gently, looking at her intently. Diane climbed the steps with a measured step, ignoring as much as possible the way her femininity throbbed every time her thighs rubbed together.

"Honor your lord, kitten."

Arriving in front of him, Diane knelt down cautiously. The cold of the tiles penetrated the light fabric of her summer dress and she regretted for a moment not having a cushion to be more comfortable.

"Good girl," Jacob said with a barely concealed smile. "You look beautiful at my feet. Maybe I should keep you like this during ceremonies. On your knees for me."

Diane looked up at him. God, she felt so small in front of him. It wasn't his size that gave her this overwhelming feeling - even though he was tall - but rather this aura of power that enveloped him. It was heavy, thick. Diane perceived it through her mark. It surrounded them, vibrating in the air, ready to burst. Jacob was powerful and dangerous, and those who forgot that were signing their own death warrant.

But she, human and weak, could caress this power without fear of burning herself. Jacob had chosen her and decided to spare her the night she was to meet her dire destiny. She knew she should have died to satisfy her mortal appetite; Jacob had admitted it, looking away.

"Shall I recite the oath of allegiance to you, my lord?"

A reddish spark lit up in Jacob's eyes.

"I'm listening."

Oh, his tone was so deep. Had it ever been this deep before? Diane was grateful to be on her knees, otherwise she was sure she would have staggered, drunk on his voice.

"I promise to serve you and dedicate my life to you."

The sparkle in Jacob's eyes grew brighter. Diane raised her hands and, with a deft gesture, undid the laces of his chausses and slid down the top of his breeches, revealing the flesh of his slightly rounded belly. She leaned down and placed kisses along the line of red hair that ran down to his pubis.

"I promise to obey your orders."

His eager cock soon emerged, finally freed from its prison, long and hard, swollen with desire, begging for caresses to soothe its torment. Diane immediately took it in her hand, unable to resist the urge to feel the special softness of his fine skin, crisscrossed with countless veins.

Above her, Jacob sighed before stretching his legs out on either side of the young woman. Her fingers first began to brush against his length, savoring the rough, irregular outline of the prominent, pulsating veins, then descended to the thick fleece that covered his pubis.There, she cupped his round, heavy testicles, caressing them with infinite gentleness, delicately tracing their curves.

"I promise to be faithful to you and never lie to you."

Jacob was breathing deeply above her. Diane looked up to see him staring at her, his eyelids half-closed.

"Your oath is over. What are you waiting for to take me in your mouth, kitten?"

His voice was low, vibrant. Like a wolf's growl. Diane noticed the bobbing of his Adam's apple, and the way his fingers gripped the carved armrests, like the talons of a bird of prey. He was obviously restraining himself from plunging his hand into her hair to control her movements, fighting against his animal part that pushed him to satisfy his desire. His whole being exuded need.

If Diane had listened to herself, she would have played with Jacob, to try to make him supplicant, driven by pride to believe that she could manage to wring a few needy words from this man who had never begged anyone in his long life, not even those who had killed him.

But the way her mark prickled dissuaded her. Jacob clearly wasn't ready to be more patient today. Maybe next time.

With a sigh, Diane leaned forward, under the crushing gaze of her husband. Her mouth gently enveloped his glans, trapping him in her moist heat, and her tongue moved sensually over his sensitive skin, savoring the taste of his sex. She sucked him lazily, gave him a few short head bobs, before releasing him with a discreet “pop,” tracing a languid path along his dick, descending ever lower. A foretaste of pleasure

Finally, her lips closed around one of his testicles and she savored it like a tasty fruit. Jacob's body jerked at the movement of her mouth. His teeth nibbled at her lower lip and Diane didn't miss his canines protruding slightly. She smiled mischievously as she moved on to the second testicle to give it the same attention. Jacob loved her licks, and he didn't need to say it. His body betrayed him. Diane felt his balls contract between her lips and she saw the agitation that made his member jump against his lower abdomen, beating the time of a score that they were both writing.

Then she moved back up to slide it between her wet lips again.

"Hmmm…Yes…That’s exactly what I’ve been thinking about all morning," Jacob sighed ecstatically, slumped in his throne, as Diane gained confidence and guided him ever further.

He tilted his head, never taking his eyes off her, his long red locks partially hiding his face. Diane could have spent hours contemplating this painting mixing sovereignty and eroticism, but it disturbed her. She wanted to lower her eyes to apply herself to her task. Jacob clicked his tongue.

"Look at me when you have my cock in your mouth."

His relentless order hit the high vaulted ceiling. At the same time, he pulled on her hair to force her to raise her head. Diane obeyed him with a strangled moan, her mouth filled with his thick cock.

For long minutes, she applied herself to sucking him. The wet, obscene echo of her work seemed to resonate throughout the hall. Would she be able to stand here, at the next ceremonies, facing all these faces raised towards them, without blushing, remembering Jacob's caresses to free her face to better see the way her cheeks hollowed with each back and forth? Or the deep growl that made his broad chest vibrate? Or the taste of him spreading across her tongue as his dick pushed into her mouth?

Jacob's chest was rising faster and faster. His canines were fully extended, long and menacing. His eyes were darker. Glowing reflections flickered from time to time, as if an internal struggle was playing out within him. A struggle between man and vampire.

Unable to hold it in any longer, one of his hands took refuge in her hair to grab it, undoing the hairdo Edith had carefully done before they went down into the gardens. Diane blushed, wondering how she would justify her disheveled state when her friend saw her return. Edith would have no doubt about what had happened during her meeting with Jacob.

"That's it, kitten, keep going," he growled hoarsely, controlling her head movements with a firm gesture. "You're taking me so well. It's good..."

He threw his head back, moaning loudly, without any shame, without any fear that the guards would hear him. What could he possibly be ashamed of? He was the Duke after all. He could dispose of every room in St Francis as he saw fit.

Still under his control, Diane raised one of her hands towards him. Jacob grabbed it and brought it to his lips. He first kissed her skin with feverish eagerness, then the tips of his teeth brushed against her thin skin, searching for the place where it would be easiest to bite without pain. His lust moved to the inside of her wrist, where purple veins snaked beneath the pale skin. His lips stopped where Diane's pulse was beating furiously. And his teeth bit her.

Diane moaned around Jacob's member as she felt trails of warm blood run down her wrist. It was a superficial bite, an erotic game that Jacob was very fond of. With a low growl, he licked her skin greedily. Diane's mark was burning hot and thousands of waves of pleasure seemed to pass through her body from side to side, fueling her own unfulfilled desire.

"Oh Diane… Oh Diane…"

His voice grew deeper and louder. His grunts reverberated obscenely off the walls. Diane's mark radiated and its warmth seemed to slide down to the hardened tips of her breasts. Jacob was about to cum. The heat between her thighs radiated, ready to burst.

Diana looked up, eager to see the moment when supreme pleasure would seize him and transfigure his features. Jacob must have felt her gaze on him because he lowered his head at the same time, and when their eyes met, Diane felt a violent shiver run down her spine and Jacob's cock twitched sharply.

The hand in her hair tightened as his pleasure spread across her tongue in hot spurts. Jacob's thighs twitched, then his orgasm faded like a flickering flame. He gave one last growl, his eyelids closed, and his hips fell back onto the throne. The hand in Diane's hair loosened but remained tangled in her locks.

A comfortable silence fell. Diane stepped back, freeing his wet sex from the grip of her lips. She became aware of the saliva around her lips and on her chin. She wiped herself with the sleeve of her dress before resting her cheek on Jacob's thigh admiring the calm that relaxed his features usually fixed in a hard and impenetrable expression.

"Are you satisfied, my Lord?"

Jacob opened his eyes and lowered his head limply. A brief smile stretched his mouth. A few drops of blood glistened in his beard, mingling with the gold of his pearls. His rough thumb came to caress the pulp of her lip.

"That mouth," he commented. "You should see how swollen your lips are."

With a gesture, he helped Diane up and sit on his legs. Instinctively, Diane nestled against him. His fingers pulled the light fabric of her dress to reveal the flesh of her shapely thighs. With a shy smile, Diane spread her legs, inviting him to touch her.

"I want to hear you," he said, pressing his cheek against the top of her head. "Let me take care of you, my sweet. Your gardens can wait."

I also was fighting with myself over that hell of a neckline that became a boob window in the end, even though I tried to avoid it through several redesigns there's always next one. Not sure who lost in this situation lol.

In the mood to write some info about this fantasy. I understand that a ship like that is not everyone's cup of tea, BUT it's not for everyone, it's for ME :D

Behold once again: the info dump✨

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How character came to be in the first place?

I was gifted Far Cry 6 with Collapse DLC and after playing through it, I had some things to say to Joseph. So I needed an avatar to channel my thoughts. Self insert is always an option, but at the moment I was tired of drawing myself and was not in the mood to make another sona. Besides an unusual looking interpretation of Joseph's mind called for some ethereal entity, not a sad bitch like me lol

I also at the moment was obsessed with playing Warframe (still is), design of my character is based on a frame with the same name - Wisp. Her whole theme is being ethereal and wispy, ghostly character, moving between the fabrics of reality, which works nice with The Bliss, I think. And she has no feet. I'm not sure why it became such a thing for me in this case, I just like this artistic choice, that's all.

Is this character a self insert?

Well, in the end not at all😂 Whatever I wanted to tell through her was taken by the wind it seems. When I started thinking about Blissed Wisp, her biography and their interactions with Joseph, I came to realization that she would be just as easily manipulated by him as so many other characters in the plot, therefore will not say a single word from what was intended to be said in the first place.

If character has to fight, what's their weapon of choice?

Blissed Wisp is a skilled fighter (was created to be) and can use any fire weapon available. However her angelic image in the Project of Eden's Gate limits her choices of weapon to hand to hand combat, which would really be a problem only for her opponents since she is much stronger that an average human being and can injure a person without putting effort into it. She has an option to display her divine power (which are based on warframe abilities as well) but burning people alive is not exactly her cup of tea, so she is restraining herself from using it as well. Blissed Wisp leans more into scaring her opponents - her unusual appearance is just enough to do that - or confuse them by pretending to be a ghostly apparition in the woods.

What song describes character and their partner/love interest?

Who is she? - I Monster

Wisp was a mute witness to Joseph's reflections for years, carefully looking through his thoughts and memories without him noticing. He wasn't the only one she was able to reach, but somehow became most fascinating one to her. For many years after she first spoke to him, Joseph wasn't able to even imagine her face, most probably because she was not allowing him to do that: unsure of how long their connection would last, she figured her appearance was unnecessary information for Joseph to know.

However after some time their established relationship and Seed's religiously charged attitude lead to him become strengthened in faith that he in his mind was talking to an angel or a deity, wishing to get closer to her someday and meet in person if possible, since he was aware that Wisp wasn't just a incorporeal entity (despite her name).

With that desire there were many times Joseph "called" her name in his prayers to engage in conversations.

Where does character live?

Many years was spent in the science facility. I already said before that Far Cry 5 and New Dawn with it's Bliss are two steps away from Outlast and SCP, so I figured making a lab rat of a character that got turned basically into cyborg wasn't really that long of a stretch, but you don't need to agree.

If Wisp arrives in Hope County in time closer to Far Cry 5 dates, her place of residence would be a run down church somewhere in Henbane River region. When she's not there, she is rolling across the bliss fields just genuinely enjoying her freedom under the sun.

She doesn't really hide and is no stranger to cultists in other regions, but in general avoids being seen by people that are not following Joseph's word.

If Wisp arrives in what's left of Hope County by the time of New Dawn, she sticks to New Eden's region, mostly by Joseph's side, helping him with whatever and protecting his people.

How does character handle their mental health? Do they take care of themselves?

Frankly has no idea what mental health is, when it comes to her, trauma is not a word Wisp would use to describe her struggles, yet she is not just traumatized, but was trained for decades to believe that all the suffering she endured - mental and physical - is for the greater purpose that she might not even understand, but pain is inescapable.

However in case of other people, Blissed Wisp mostly understands the needlessness of their suffering, therefore when being a witness to people mental or physical struggles, she feels compassion and expresses it without doubts.

How do Seeds feel about the character?

As was said, obviously Joseph is a big fan. They have a long lasting connection that in some scenarios grows into kind of a romance between a mere man and a deity. Besides the fact that Joseph cherishes his relationship with Blissed Wisp, his Pride cannot help but make somewhat subtle advances towards her now and again in an attempt to strengthen his feeling of uniqueness and chosenness: a unique partner for The Chosen Son of God and Savior of Humanity sounds just right in his mind.

Jacob keeps his distance and is a bit afraid of the entity that Blissed Wisp appears to be in his eyes. Despite the fact that of all people her and Jacob could've find quite a few themes to talk about, he has a hard time to accept her existence, since none of his beliefs really implied the possibility of meeting something like Wisp at all. Of all heralds he is the one who is closed away from Wisp's influence and does not appreciate her in the mountains.

Faith is almost as big of a fan as Joseph, though she is not aware of Blissed Wisp's real nature and believes in her angelic origin, which is not surprising since girl is probably high most of the time. But then again, Wisp was able to insert herself into The Bliss, and that made girls grow closer to each other at least on that topic.

John Seed takes very little of this angelic bullshit, but keeps his mouth shut to appease Joseph first and foremost. He does not believe in Blissed Wisp being an angel, and in his eyes, if paranormal exists, she is a demon at best. However he is not nearly as closed as his older brother and is able to open his mind to Wisp in some cases.

Why this name?

Wisp is not the name of this woman, but the name of the entity she was designed to be. The purposes she was created for did not imply her having a name at all.

Blissed she became under Joseph's influence at Eden's Gate.

What people say about the character?

Though Blissed Wisp is not exactly hiding from people, the influence of Eden's Gate has spread so much, barely any person outside the project would be able to catch a glance of this unusual looking gal. But some did, and that made her into some sort of a local cryptid. Obviously not too many people believe that there is an actual angel roaming Hope County, but people talk there is some... thing.