Far Cry Imagines

The answer is eerily simple, actually;

I think Vaas Montenegro wanted music, he wanted foreign movies, stereo equipment, cigars, he wanted guns, cars, toys, coke, trinkets, clothes from outside his very insular, isolated island seemingly forgotten by time and all the developments that occurred outside of it and I think Hoyt gave it to him in bulk because it was more or less meaningless junk to him and absolutely the most fascinating stuff Vaas' ever seen at that point, drilling point the colonialist allegory at play here, not unlike European fur traders getting Native Americans hooked on the novelty of Whisky to start about the erosion of civility.

That he drew him in much like a groomer adult draws in a kid starved and full of wanderlust, by quite literally giving him 'candy from a white van', albeit this metaphorical candy came in the form of a great many things Vaas might've felt bereft of and couldn't find elsewhere in a community populated by native tribes and their traditions --- and how is that not anger inducing? Who wouldn't want to change it? Who wouldn't want things when they can't have things? Having an undeniably juvenile streak, he wanted magazines. Dope. Booze. Technology. Stuff! People underestimate the meaning and value of 'stuff'...until they don't have it and can't acquire it with ease, and not all the 'stuff' a Machiavellian Hoyt gave to Vaas were immediately and outright bad, because the frog needs to be deliberately convinced the water in the kettle is mild because it'll jump out and panic if it is immediately boiling, yet some of it, some of these cool, new, exciting things, like drugs, were catastrophic, and ensured Vaas Montenegro was hooked forever, both on narcotics and Hoyt's own influence. The lure of things was a gateway bait that drew Vaas into darkness and in the darkness he stayed since. Worst of all, none of it was done by force. I don't figure Vaas was exactly coerced or made to be do anything he necessarily didn't want to do. The candy simply tasted too sweet to be denied and the rabbit hole on the end of it all proved to be a little too steep.

Thank you so much for these beautifully touching words and I doubt any way I'd answer to this message would cover the scope of how I feel right now. You are truly very kind and very sweet to remember this place and me since way, way back in those days. I left this blog behind so anyone could read some goodies with their favourite characters in the future even when I stop being active here, and I am so happy someone occasionally still does even though the Far Cry fandom has grown and expanded infinitesimally since then, as it should've. This always was a home for all Far Cry fans who leave and return to this fandom, or even those newly discovering it for the first time and I am very glad to hear that it is what it remained since.

Much love to you. ❤️

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— Vaas tends to rage when touch starved. When in need of affection. When in need of tenderness. Human empathy. Understanding. He rages anyway, even when his touch-starved and love-starved tendencies aren't catching up to him with full force like someone going into shock from withdrawal, but there's an extra flare to it when he's needy and he doesn't even realize why he does it, in which case, pity anyone who crosses his shadow. Or maybe he does get why he goes into a state of anger and simply can't admit to it because there's a wall where expressing the requirement for human closeness is placed and it makes him oh so pissed off he yearns for care in the first place when that is putrid chicken shit type of pussy behaviour, hermano! Fuck you! He is a bit like an aggressive child still learning to express their emotions and handle them in a balanced way, except, he's stuck in this limbo where he's far too gone and far too grown and just doesn't know how anymore. He also associates said closeness to backstabbing and broadcasting weakness --- with him being betrayed the minute he opens up enough and leaves someone with the ability to destroy him the very instance his defenses are down, so it makes it makes his very human needs something that smashes into him in the most volatile, unhinged and feral ways possible, and it could be very something as simple and almost banal as yes, well, wanting to be hugged by you. Funny, right? There's this element of innate and multilayered tragedy and even a morbid sort of hilarity that Vaas Montenegro might crave that bit of physicality so badly he'd rather shoot himself (and you) in the knee than allow himself to, as he sees it, fall.

— Buck is the exact opposite to Vaas, where if he has the need to touch, feel, get close to or even grope someone, he will absolutely go for it and invade one's personal space with utter impunity, and even be downright amused at your shock and guard coming up at the unexpected contact. What's a little ass-grabbing between friends, right? And you are friends, aren'cha? You could even be more than friends, if you let him slide his needy and greedy hands somewhere even more personal and private, huh? Surely, it is good to have friends out in the jungle, mate. Much better than having enemies out in the forest dark and deep. But, for all his perversion, indecency and outright self-serving grossness at times conceals the fact that if someone actually initiates some pure, genuine affection with him just for the sake of it, it is him who might just be taken by surprise by it because what the blazes is this now? Trying to shank him when he isn't looking? Trying to pocket him? What the fuck do you think you're doing? He might quickly find a footing and recover himself by immediately slipping in a dirty joke just to conceal the fact that he was well --- surprised, truth to tell you --- that you really intended to hug him. He might remark on your ass or chest or inviting mouth and it could do until he borderline offends by being so crass and disgusting, but that is sort of the whole point, love. It is a tactical measure of oversexualization he takes to distract you from the fact he was distracted by you. Buck doesn't want you to know something lurched in his goddamn gut when you reached out to embrace him. Easier to be Buck who likes to Fuck than Buck who wants a hug.

— Now, someone slightly more cynical than even Buck on Rook Island is by far Agent Willis Huntley. Snarky, sour, jaded and occasionally too sarcastic by nature, with his professional deformation of being a CIA informant undercover jumping out, he wouldn't quite see the point of casual affection, unless it serves the tough business of subterfuge, theatrics, conspiracy, seduction for the sake of gathering intel and information and even then, Huntley undoubtedly doesn't see himself as that type of agent. Mata Hari he is not. Maybe when he was much, much younger, back in the 80's. But, you know what? Not even then. This isn't a movie. As such, if you showed him affection in any capacity, in the most innocent and purest form imaginable, his initial reaction and projection might be to doubt your intentions. Maybe you're the Mata Hari sent to spy on him in a sort of game hide and seek, from some other agency or maybe even his own superiors tracking his progress and testing him? Right? Right!? Yeah, right. He knows that's not the case. He scoped you out before your paths have even crossed out on the island. He isn't stupid. A bird could a shit on the roof of a shanty hut on the other end of this blasted jungle and he'd know of it because he's here to know things. But, while he is a tough nut to crack and might reaction to a mere, yes, again, hug with an almost sarcastic detachment and stiff determination to cover up whatever he's feeling with nonchalance because he's too fucking old to get attached now, Willis, well --- Willis is Willis. He'd rather do and act any sort of way than every admit to you he hasn't been hugged by anyone in years, maybe even decades.

— And Hoyt Volker's the type who perhaps hasn't been been shown affection ever. Not that there's too much space for being shown that while you're running one of the biggest human and arms trafficking operations in the South pacific --- he isn't managing a Meet Your Match.com firm out here. This is serious business. The business of exploitation and sampling of said goods for personal pleasure just because one can doesn't count, and Hoyt knows it --- he's self-aware enough to understand. He does things because it is in his power to do things and because it is a show of authority --- but affection? Bah! Gooseshit! He's the type to degrade and entirely mock tender human feelings of love because they're sour grapes and because he doesn't possess them. Because they're far from Hoyt's reach. He can pay, buy, force and kidnap people into showing him, his clientele and his boys around the the islands and further a good time, but genuine affection cannot be coerced, manipulated and broken out of someone. Maybe that's the ultimate Sisyphean irony, not that Hoyt likes to subscribe to too much inane, nonsensical philosophizing because it tends to remind him of all he lacks and that makes him grouchy and he doesn't like to be grouchy. Nobody should make him grouchy and test his patience if they value their life and he does tend to hug or get dangerously close to people when he wants to intimidate. So, when he actually gets, say, a hug from you, out of care for a change, he might downright be suspicious, stare you down, cuss or grumble at best, but it stays in his mind, that one interaction and it stays there for months. Maybe even longer. Fuck you and your kindness, that felt good.

Way too many asks in my inbox and next to no engagement in return.