#Jaco Jacobs

[hailthegodsong]

Jake taking care of you while you’re on your period 🥹🥹

Period Pains

Word Count: 512

Authors Note: This will probably be my last blurb for a little bit but my inbox is always open for suggestions just might take me a little longer to get to it than these recent ones have! Hope you like this anon :)

Your cramps have been relentless all day, refusing to let up. You’re curled on the couch, hugging a pillow to your stomach, eyes shut tight against the discomfort. Jake’s beside you, plucking idly at his guitar, but you barely hear it over the throbbing pain.

You exhale sharply, shifting in an attempt to get comfortable, but it only makes things worse. A quiet sigh leaves Jake’s lips as he sets his guitar aside, and then his hand is on you— soft, warm, fingertips barely brushing over your arm.

“Sweetheart,” he murmurs, voice laced with concern. “What do you need?”

You shake your head. “Nothing,” you say defeatedly.

Jake doesn’t push. He presses a kiss to your temple before slipping away, and you hear the quiet sounds of him in the kitchen— water running, the click of the kettle.

You frown, too drained to ask what he’s doing, but when he comes back, he kneels beside you, hands gentle as he reaches for the now lukewarm hot water bottle resting against your stomach.

You whine in protest, gripping it weakly. “Jake—”

“Shh,” he soothes, prying it from your fingers with care. “I’m just going to warm it up, love.”

Still pouting, you watch as he disappears into the kitchen again. A moment later, you hear the quiet pour of freshly boiled water, the sound oddly comforting in its own way. When he returns, the hot water bottle is warm and full, wrapped in a soft cover so it won’t burn.

He kneels again, his touch impossibly gentle as he tucks it into t he waistband of your sweatpants, adjusting it just right before tucking you under a blanket. The warmth seeps into you instantly, soothing, but when another wave of cramps rolls through you, you mumble, “My back hurts.”

Jake shifts, adjusting you until you’re laying on top of him, chest to chest, the hot water bottle wedged between your bodies. He can feel the heat of it against his stomach, but he doesn’t care— his arms come around you immediately, his hands dipping beneath your shirt and smoothing over your sides, thumbs pressing into the small of your back in slow, careful circles.

The relief is instant. A low groan slips from your lips, the tension in your muscles easing under his touch. Jake presses a soft kiss to the side of your head, murmuring something you can’t quite hear— just warmth, just love.

His hands continue their slow motion, working over your back with deliberate pressure. “That better, baby?” he whispers.

“Mhm,” you hum, sinking into him, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. “You’re magic.”

Jake chuckles softly, but there’s no teasing in it, only warmth. “Just love you,” he says, his lips brushing your temple. “That’s all.”

You nuzzle into him, the weight of his arms, the steady beat of his heart, the soothing knead of his thumbs against your back— all of it lulls you into something soft, something safe.

“I love you,” you mumble sleepily.

Jake holds you just a little tighter. “I love you more.”

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EPIC ALBUM COVER #225

Jacob Collier - Jacobean Chill

Released: 2021 (UMG)

Contemporary R&B, neo-soul

[bunniandhoney]

cock warming jacob has been on my mind HEAVILY.

mdni. 18+

he’s been out of the country shooting another film and for the past month you’ve been at home to complete the end of your semester. you both definitely wanted to jump each other bones but…

“holy f-fuck baby you’ve gotta relax for me.” he groans. you’re tight, so tight that jacob can’t even push in past the tip of his aching cock. so lifting up off your body jacob leans back to his heels taking his thumb and slowly circling your clit.

“can’t believe you’re this wet and won’t open up for me love.” he says pushing his hips slightly to give you more.

“i’m not doing it on purpose, your just big and it’s been s-so long J.”

“I know it big baby, so just lay back and let me stretch you. i’ll fuck you after.”

you lay back, letting yourself settle into the hotel sheets, but as soon as you relax here comes that straining knot in your stomach.

“Jaco-“

“don’t worry i know, let it happen love, let me in.”

and if he thought you were gripping him before, he was dead wrong. your whole body screws up as you come, that knot in your stomach spreading all over your body. you’re trying to grab his wrist to stop the touches he keeps putting in your clit. it’s no use though because as jacob works you through your orgasm he’s managed to slip half his dick inside. he’s slowly grinding his hips to meet yours to push himself in deeper, making sure he fits in every. last. inch.

and once he does, he holds you close to him; chest to chest to roll the both of you over, putting you on top of him.

“Can’t ride J, i’m still shaking.” you say nuzzling into his neck

“ssshhh, just relax, just gonna stretch you out a bit love.” he whispers kissing the top of your head as you both settle into the bed.

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uuummm…so funny story, I could not finish a single piece of writing. Also let me tell it id left for 30 mins not 30 days so my sincerest apologies. BUT IM BACK and have an inbox full of requests to fill.

also thank you for all the love during my absence, i’m so happy people love the writing that much 🥹

xoxo

Bunni

[morgana-larkin]

Here's the next chapter of Just Tired! It's all Y/n's POV of the same 2 and a half days. Would have had this out yesterday but my little brother's birthday party was yesterday. Not edited in the slightest and I hope you like it!

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Just Tired - Part 25

Warnings: Swearing

Words: 2.8k

You wake up on Monday morning and put your hands over your eyes. You’re still in shock over what happened yesterday with Melissa. Now you’ll have to see her at work, right across the hall from you and not talk to her. You get up and get ready for work and try not to cry. 

You arrive in the parking lot and let out a breath that Melissa’s car is not here yet. You go into the school and walk in the break room and head over to the fridge to put your lunch in there. You then sit at the table with Jacob and Janine who were talking about what they did over the weekend.

“So Y/n what did you do?” Jacob asks you.

“Oh I didn’t do much, mostly stayed home and watched movies with my roommate.” You tell them and then you see Melissa walk in and she freezes. 

“What movies did you watch?” Janine asks you and then Melissa seems to start moving.

“Just some Disney movies like Sleeping Beauty, The Lion King.” You say to them.

“Ohh! I love Disney movies!” Janine exclaims and that sparks a Disney conversation.

You mostly tune out what Janine and Jacob are talking about, mostly thinking about yesterday. You notice that they seem to be talking about the classics and talking about which one is the best.

“Oh, we gotta get to our classrooms.” Janine says and it snaps you out of the whirlwind your brain was thinking.

“Now, who can tell me what people used before clocks to tell time?” You ask your class and you point to the first one who raises their hand. “Alec.”

“My mom said they used sundials.” Alec replies with and you smile. 

“That’s correct.” You tell him as you are leaning on your desk, facing your students. 

You go to sit at your desk while your students are reading and you glance at Melissa across the hall and sigh. You miss her already, even though it’s been a day. You guess knowing that she doesn’t want anything to do with you makes it harder as you’ll never talk to her again. You then cast those thoughts aside as you’re at school right now, you can cry when you get home. 

At the end of the day you see her saying goodbye to her students but you notice she doesn’t have the same energy as usual. You guess being abused by your ex again and getting into a fight with a trusted friend can bring you down. When all your students are gone, you lock up your classroom and head down the hall, not knowing that Melissa was watching you. 

When you get home all your thoughts are of Melissa. You go on your phone and look at all the photos you two took together. The first one you guys took was when Gerald drove you both to the gay bar for Melissa’s first time and you took a selfie from the backseat. 

The second one was when you two were on your first date and walking to the car with your ice cream cones. You took your phone out to take a selfie of the both of you and Melissa stuck her tongue out, that was the second time that day that you saw her silly side. You, of course, followed suit and stuck your tongue out as well.

The third picture of you both together is after you helped her get revenge on her ex and egged their house. You were both laying on her bed and you got your phone on and she kissed your cheek as you took the picture.

The next picture was the next day when she took you to Danny Wok’s to try his chicken and you had a nice afternoon that day. You took a picture together after exiting the store and you were holding up the box of chicken she bought for you, Melissa was holding hers up as well.

The following picture was with Janine and Jacob when all four of you went to do the escape room. Melissa was right beside you as Janine and Jacob were right behind you. You and Melissa ended up taking a photo of just the two of you after. She has her arm wrapped around your neck and you both have a big smile on your faces.

The next picture is when you love to look at. It was after you both were roller skating and were walking to get pizza. You stopped and got your phone out and she saw you were about to take a picture of you both. She quickly leans forward and kisses you on the lips just as you take the picture. The next picture is about a minute later and it’s just Melissa from the side in the picture, she has her head down and she has a smile on her face.

The last picture is the one that Janine sent you of the picture she took of both you and Melissa kissing in the parking lot of the escape room. You finish looking at all the pictures and sigh.

“Even if I’m not in your life anymore, you meant so much to me, and I hope you continue living life the way you want.” You say as you look at the picture of just her.

You then end up going out with Hallie and her friends as you told her what happened and she called her friends to go out to a bar. You got to meet all her friends and danced with a couple of them to the music. Hallie cuts you off after your fourth drink and drives you home not too long after.

You wake up the next morning with a slight hangover and you put your sunglasses on as you drive to the school. You walk into the break room and get a coffee before you sit down with Janine and Jacob. You have a slight headache from the alcohol and don’t really pay attention to what they’re talking about. You take a sip of coffee just as you hear the door open and see Barb and Melissa walking in. You wrap your sweater around you for comfort as Melissa makes her way over to the fridge.

“Y/n? Are you even paying attention?” Janine asks you and you look up at both of them.

“Not really, I didn’t get a lot of sleep last night, sorry.” You tell them and you get a sudden sadness taking over you and you realise you need to leave. You grab your coffee mug and get up and immediately go for the exit. You weren’t paying attention to your surroundings and end up walking right into Melissa and spill your coffee on both of you. You end up letting go of your coffee mug due to the surprise and it breaks upon impact with the floor. “Oh god, Melissa I’m so sorry.” You tell her as you realise who you bumped into. She looks like she’s about to say something but you can’t deal with her complaints. “I’ll go get Mr. Johnson so he can clean this up.” You tell her before bolting out of there with a few tears running down your face. 

You reach the safety of your classroom and immediately change into your emergency shirt that you now keep in your classroom, thanks to Melissa. You sit down at your desk and curse yourself for what just happened. You can’t hold back anymore and start crying until you see that there’s a few minutes until the bell. You wipe your tears away and go in your bag and put some mascara on to cover up the fact that you were just crying for 20 minutes. There’s one minute until the bell so you open up your door and greet the students as they walk in, although you don’t feel up to your usual enthusiasm at seeing your kiddos. All of a sudden you see Melissa walking up to you and you have no idea what she wants to say to you, considering you both agreed to cut all communication off unless necessary. You look at her in confusion when she’s right next to you.

“Can I help you Ms. Schemmenti?” You ask her, trying to keep your voice as steady as possible. 

“Just wanted to say no hard feelings about the coffee, accidents happen.” She tells you before she goes back to greeting her students. You stare at her in confusion for a few moments, not expecting that. You thought that she might be complaining about the coffee incident, especially since you’re sure she’s still mad at you about the stuff you told her on Sunday.

An hour later you’re grading their homework that you gave them last night when your thoughts drift back to Melissa and the fact that she wasn’t mad at you about bumping into her and spilling coffee on her. She knew for a fact that you were blaming yourself and made sure you knew that she doesn’t blame you. You decide to return the favour and send her a text.

You: Thank you for forgiving me about the coffee incident.

You text it to her before going back to grading the homework. A few seconds later you feel like you’re being watched and look at all your students. You see they’re all hard at work and no one is watching you. You then turn your head to Melissa’s classroom and see that she’s watching you with a smile and her phone in her hands. You look at her eyes and see the brightness in them is still there and she must have moved on from you and that hurts you to think about it. You then see her break contact and put her phone down before she continues doing what she was doing before you texted her.

The day went by as normal. Your headache disappeared around lunch when you were eating and drinking lots of water throughout the day, making the hangover leave you. You were saying goodbye to your students with more enthusiasm than you had this morning when a parent comes up to you and starts yelling in your face. He’s holding up a piece of paper of the history test you gave them last week and see who his kid is and he points to the queer question that’s on it.

“My kid has been telling me everything you’re teaching and I don’t like it! I want you to change what you’re teaching them!” He yells at you and you realise he means the queer history. You take a deep breath and try to reply to him as calmly as possible.

“I’m very sorry to hear that but I teach them what I’m told to teach them and what I think they should be taught as it’s important.” You tell him.

“I don’t want you teaching them queer history! I don’t want it rubbing off on my kid! It’s bad enough that her teacher is a queer!” He yells in your face and you’re taken back by that comment. It quickly makes you think back on your own parents and how they used to yell at you for being gay.

“Is there a problem here?” You hear Melissa ask and see she’s right beside you and looking at the dad who’s yelling at you. You see him relax a bit as he looks at Melissa.

“Mrs. Schemmenti, you’re a respected teacher here. Please tell this queer that she shouldn’t be teaching gay history to our kids.” The dad demands of her. You have no idea who’s side she’s going to take in this. She is a respected teacher because the parents see every year how much she cares about her students but you know she also respects her fellow coworkers.

“Well first off it’s Ms, and secondly I think it’s important for our kids to know our whole history and not just parts of it.” She says and you widen your eyes as she’s defending what you’re teaching your students. You look at the dad and see that it did not please him as she took your side instead of his like he thought.

“Why are you defending her? This queer! This *insert gay slur*!” He yells and you let out a small gasp, not even your parents were mean enough to call you that. You look at Melissa and see that she’s not thrilled by that comment.

“Sir, I’m gonna have to ask that you take your daughter and leave now.” She tells him sternly before he takes his daughter’s hand and leaves. You look down as he leaves as his comment got to you. “Are you ok? Parents can be mean sometimes, don’t listen to what he said.” She says and you look at her and see she’s looking at you with concern.

“Never had anyone say anything bad about my sexuality before.” You say. You both know your parents have but Melissa knows what you meant. You then see her go to reach for your hand but then she freezes. You don’t know what to do either and realise it must be instinct but then she might not want to touch you. You then wrap your sweater around yourself for comfort like you did this morning. 

“Don’t listen to him, he’s a homophobic jackass.” She ends up saying and you look at her and nod.

“Thanks.” You tell her and then you see her nod before she goes back to saying goodbye to her students. You see her casting glances at you until all the students are gone.

You go home and sit on the couch with a hot chocolate and put on a disney movie. Today is just not your day. You end up telling Hallie what happened when she gets home as she can see you were upset about something. She joins you on the couch and you end up watching some comfort Disney movies.

The next day you get to the school and go to the break room for some coffee. You still weren’t really in the mood to talk to anyone so you tell Janine and Jacob that you’ll see them at lunch and you go to your classroom.

You see Melissa’s door is already open and you see her at her desk. When you walk in your classroom, you see something on your desk and go over and see it’s a container full of food. You see there’s a note attached to it and read it.

‘Hope this makes you feel better.’

-Melissa

You read it a couple of times before you look over to Melissa and see she’s still doing something at her desk and take a deep breath. You have no idea why she’s secretly slipping you food when you both agreed on no contact and no friendship at all. You have a pretty good idea of what she’s talking about with the feel better but you want to make sure. You cross the hall with the container and reach her classroom.

“Feel better about what?” You ask her and she looks up at you.

“About yesterday.” She simply says and then you watch as she begins placing a piece of paper on the student’s desks.

“I’m grateful that you defended me but I don’t need your food.” You tell her and you see that she sees the container of food in your hand and you know she’s not used to people turning away her cooking, especially you.

“I’ll defend any teacher here, no matter what. As for the food, just think of it as a celebration for surviving the first time a parent yells at you.” She tells you and you see she’s being a bit vulnerable with you right now. “I’ve been here for 15 years and parents weren’t too pleased to have another white teacher at first.” She says and you look at her.

“Well thank you.” You say to her and she shrugs.

“Just give me the container back when you’re done with it.” She tells you and you nod. Then you go to walk back to the break room to put the container in the fridge. As you walk there you think back to how she’s being nice to you. Is it possible you misread all the signs? Was she mad at you? You then remember her eyes yesterday and realise they were shining the same way they do when she looks at you and you freeze.

“Well, shit.”

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[assassinschaoticcreed]

Can we get some headcannons about the BOYS? (thats what im calling them)

I like it, from here on out they are the boys.

since you didn't specify for what exactly, I chose random things that I have thought of, too many times before.

Altaïr 🦅

• more than once this man has walked into a glass door, and on a few occasions broke said door. he walked away like nothing happened.

• I've said it once and I'll say it again : this man is terrible with technology. like, the only stuff he's good with is old time, back in the day kinda stuff. keyboard? can't use it for shit. typewriter? this guy is like a damn journalist. laptop? the thing is destroyed because he got so mad when he couldn't figure out where the mouse was, even when desmond showed him where it was. old desktop that's built like a t.v.? perfect, everything makes sense now.

• when checking out at stores and the cashiers say "have a good day" on multiple occasions, an embarrassing amount of occasions this man has responded with: "what's so good about it", "thanks.", "you have good days?", "I didn't even want to get out of bed this morning.", "im leaving now"

• due to the last one: this man never uses a credit or debit card. cash only.

• before he broke the pasta noodles in half in front of ezio, he's thought about doing it way too many times. the reason he finally acted on it was because ezio brought up the many fires, explosions, and overall chaos that has happened when he "cooks". Altaïr internally said "fuck you, AND your pasta noodles"

• has set the microwave on fire before, blown out the front of it. cue desmond and arno running into the kitchen frantically putting the fire out, taking out what was inside it. there was a can of green beans. cue des and arno asking him why the hell he put a METAL can in the microwave. "oh you're not supposed to put metal in the microwave?"

• he is NOT a morning person. if you go to wake up this man and he's in a deep sleep, he's waking up swinging. Jacob has been slugged in the face a few times.

• I feel like Altaïr would like to nap in the sun/warm places.

• believe it or not, he was the weird kid that ate dirt.

• as a kid he was gifted an bald eagle as a birthday present from his dad, he was gifted a little yellow parakeet as his birthday present from his mother. he named her sunflower and the eagle apollo. he came back from training one day wanting to spend time with apollo and sunflower. apollo was there but sunflower wasn't, but there were yellow feathers everywhere. his dad told him apollo ate sunflower. Altaïr plucked all of apollos feathers on his head out. "you really are a bald eagle now aren't you, you little shit" vengeance for sunflower was served.

Ezio 🌹

• this man is a 5 star chef when it comes to authentic Italian food. don't ask him to make American food. anything other than Italian food he can't cook.

• after becoming great friends with Arno, ezio too is now a hopeless romantic.

• ezio and arno send each other memes either during conversations or as conversations.

• doesn't hesitate on the intrusive thoughts. just does them.

• has worn both his mother and Claudia's make up before, and he is flawless when putting on eyeliner. he doesn't go all out, he's more of the natural beauty kind of guy.

• this man can take one look at a person and correctly guess their clothing size.

• he and arno like to get together and have gossip sessions with a nice (few) bottles of wine.

• I whole heartedly believe that ezio is an amazing artist. he and leonardo bonded over painting, sketching, drawing etc. and on more than one occasion has joked with Arno with the whole "paint me like one of your French girls" gets a smack to the back of the head everytime.

• loves teasing Altaïr, he's so easy to rile up and ezio gets a laugh out of it. that is until Altaïr breaks pasta noodles in front of him. fists are up and ready to go.

• hates horses cause they have a long face, it makes him uncomfortable.

Arno 🥐

• has punched both edward and Jacob multiple times for pronouncing "croissant" wrong.

• gossip time with ezio is one of his favorite days of the week.

• when having conversations with ezio its either with memes in it, or how the conversation is being had.

• will not hesitate to roast you. loves roasting people, in fact he deep down hopes that someone will piss him off enough to roast them. even though he doesn't really need a reason.

• is very protective over the boys. (this man has trauma, can we blame him)

• an amazing singer. ezio has asked Arno for tips/lessons and once Arno heard him sing he said "can you hear yourself? no? good, cause trust me, you don't want to."

• he's really good at writing: poetry, songs, stories and even plays, but he's self conscious so he'd never try to get them to actually be put out there. ezio and desmond are his #1 hype team.

• I can see him being a great figure skater. don't know why, but I do.

• is a great baker, another 5 star chef when it comes to making authentic (french) food.

• he and Altaïr like to people watch and judge them like Simeon Cowell.

Connor🐺

• this man has a petting zoo of animals, from childhood into adulthood.

• calls animals fur babies, change my mind.

• is another one who is protective over the boys

• believe it or not, he's more in tune with his emotional side like Arno and Ezio.

• loves wearing flannels, not only are they comfy but he likes the way they look.

• wants to build himself a cabin, like the ones you see some youtubers do. chop down the trees, use them to build it and all that jazz.

• wants to have a timber wolf as a pet, it's his dream pet. he truly wants just a wolf, but knows it's not a good idea.

• brought a turkey into the house as a kid, Ziio was not a happy camper. but she didn't want connor to be sad, so she said he could keep it as long as it stayed outside.

• the turkey and Connor were playing outside of their village. it was November. there was a loud bang, Connor turned around and turkey had been shot...and he was shot by none other than Charles Lee. another reason he hates the man so much.

• (for this one we're gonna say Haytham and Ziio stayed together) whenever Charles Lee came over to visit, Connor never liked him. when his parents weren't looking he would do this to Charles Lee; bite, kick, pour salt in his food and drink, make faces etc. Haytham knew, but it also amused Haytham so he said nothing.

Edward🏴‍☠️

• cried while getting his first tattoo, like sobbed.

• Mary on more than one occasion has gotten him (when he's drunk ofc) to cross dress (like she does as james)

• is a huge fan of the Pirates of the Caribbean movie series.

• sings sea shantys when doing things around the house.

• has slept outside many times while drunk. doesn't remember how he got there, when he got there, or why he stayed.

• has wanted to try those swimming like a mermaid trend.

• wants the boys to get a pirate themed tattoo with him.

• he and Jacob like to go out drinking together and watch each other get drunk because of the way they act. unfortunately while doing this since the both of them are drunk neither knows what in God's name is going on, until they wake up outside half naked wondering why they're wearing lipstick.

• has said many times "im never drinking again" yet is holding a cup filled with alcohol.

• has pushed Jacob off the side of the jackdaw when he pissed him off.

Jacob🎩

• being evies worst nightmare is his favorite passtime.

• teases evie for having a crush on 2 of his best friends, she tells him if he ever told them his manhood will be missing when he wakes up.

• woke up on a roof one time after drinking escapades with Edward the night before. Edward was on the roof across from him.

• has worn his shoes on the wrong feet all day long to annoy evie, but also was too lazy to put them on the right feet.

• he tries to trip evie whenever the two of them are going up the stairs. jokes on him he actually trips himself.

• is the king of intrusive thoughts.

• 95% of the time he gives into those intrusive thoughts, that small 5% is evie being able to stop them before they happened.

• got a drunk tattoo with Edward once, it's a tramp stamp.

• he's the one filling Edward's cup whenever Edward says he's never drinking again.

• even though he's a jokester and does stupid stuff, he's honestly one of the most trustworthy people the boys know. "he may be an idiot, but he's our idiot" and evies like "go ahead and have him. I should have killed him in the womb"

Desmond🐶

• was adopted by the Auditores when he left the farm.

• when he first started bartending, he broke over half the glasses they had.

• debated on becoming a therapist about a year into bartending, he sure as hell felt like one. might as well get paid the right money for it.

• he doesn't like to drink alcohol very often due to how he's around it so much while he works, and sees how people act. not a favorite pass time, but he does enjoy having a glass of wine with Arno and Ezio.

• he's really good at playing guitar, he and Arno like to do little karaoke sessions, ezio is there but isn't allowed to sing.

• is good at cooking all types of foods, just don't ask him to bake. he's not good with precision so the sweets always come out messed up. leave that to arno.

• wants to get more tattoos, and has tried talking the boys into getting the brotherhood/creed insignia tattooed.

• I see desmond as a piercings kind of guy. what they are, who knows.

• Desmond is the golden retriever friend, everyone loves him.

• Desmond is the epitome of "I didn't want to wake up today, im tired you're lucky I dragged my corpse out of bed today"

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Flufftober | 10.04 |

Rained In - Luke Hughes ft Umich Boys

The rain poured incessantly outside the University of Michigan dorms, tapping rhythmically on the windows and turning the usually vibrant campus into a gray wash of water and fog. Inside, however, a cozy atmosphere prevailed. Luke Hughes and his friends, Dylan Duke, Ethan Edwards, and Jacob Truscott, were huddled in Luke’s dorm room, seeking refuge from the downpour.

“Man, I thought we’d get some sun today,” Jacob complained, flopping down onto Luke’s bed. “This rain is relentless!”

“Tell that to the forecast,” Ethan chuckled, glancing at his phone. “Looks like we’re stuck here for a while.”

Luke, sitting cross-legged on the floor beside his coffee table, glanced toward the door. “We could call it a study day,” he suggested with a devilish grin.

Dylan smirked. “Or we could have a game day! Mario Kart, anyone?”

The guys erupted in laughter as Ethan pulled out his Nintendo Switch, and within moments, the room was filled with competitive banter.

Just as the games were heating up, a knock at the door interrupted them. Luke opened it to find his girlfriend standing there, her hair damp from the rain and a bright smile breaking through her slightly soaked appearance.

“Babe! Perfect timing,” he said, stepping aside so she could enter. “We were just about to do some serious gaming!”

“Really? Gaming? In a storm? This sounds like the perfect way to spend the day!” She beamed, shaking off an umbrella and taking a seat on Luke’s bed next to Jacob.

The rain continued to pour outside, creating a cocoon of sound that felt both calming and electrifying. Luke took a moment to appreciate the scene before him—his friends surrounding him, laughter and playful shoving, and his girlfriend right by his side.

As the game commenced, the competitive atmosphere kicked into high gear. Mia was surprisingly fierce, yelling at the screen as she maneuvered her character through chaotic racetracks. It wasn’t long before she matched Dylan’s fierce competitive spirit, and the two were locked in a heated rivalry.

“What? How are you so good?” Dylan exclaimed after Mia expertly took the lead, her determination evident in the fire in her eyes.

“Maybe you should watch and learn, Duke!” Mia quipped back, a teasing smile gracing her face.

As the laughter echoed off the walls, Luke felt a swell of happiness. Amid the chaos of college life and the pressures of academic and athletic responsibilities, moments like these reminded him of the simple joys that grounded him.

Just as the guys were engaging in some good-natured trash talk, the lights flickered once, twice, and then went out completely. A brief silence fell over the room before it erupted in laughter again.

“Great! We’re officially doomed,” Jaco joked, digging his phone out for light.

“Great timing, huh?” Ethan said, snickering. “Looks like it’s time for some old-fashioned storytelling.”

“Or maybe we can play by candlelight?” Mia suggested, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

“I love that idea!” Luke chimed in.

They gathered around Luke’s desk, lighting a couple of small candles that Mia has bought the boys. It created a warm glow and a feeling of intimacy that broke through the earlier chaos.

As the night wore on, the storm outside faded, but the memories they created lingered sweetly in the dim light, marking the day forever in their hearts.

[meekmadmel]

Whiskey & Meat

Jacob watched from his office window as Pratt mucked out the prisoners' cages. He seemed to have a real knack for it. He would collect the buckets full of shit and piss and then transition to raking out the odd pieces of leftover corpses, human and wolf alike. Finally he would hose the cages down, washing the blood and vomit away until it flowed down the vile, yet utilitarian gutter carved into the ground leading to a pit well seasoned with quicklime. 

While Jacob appreciated Pratt’s efficiency, he found his ability to degrade himself to such loathsome servitude so quickly offensive. He suddenly became irate as Pratt prepared to throw some meaty remnants into the pit. 

“What the fuck are you doin’ Peaches!? Meat goes to the kitchen!” Jacob yelled down angrily.

Pratt looked as though he’d been caught pissing on a new rug, but managed to hold it together enough to attempt to explain himself. “That one, the uh prisoner, they weren’t just sick, sir. They were dead.” Pratt swallowed, catching his breath. “The umh, meat’s two days old.” He called back to Jacob.

“It’s fresh enough and it all goes to the fuckin’ kitchen!! When you’re done there, get your ass in my office ASAP!” Jacob roared before turning away from the window and settling at his desk. He read over reports and cursed the Whitetail Militia. He liked to imagine hacking up Eli Palmer’s body and chucking him into the kitchen.

A knock at the door. “Come!”

Pratt entered and closed the door behind himself. He stood and held his hands together, his eyes lowered and waited for Jacob to acknowledge him. They had fallen into a strange relationship that Pratt didn’t fully understand. He was terrified of Jacob and yet slowly within himself he sensed a growing desire to please him. On some level he recognised that he was being programmed, but being aware of it did not free him of the conditioning that was taking hold.

Jacob’s eyes flashed up, “Sit.” 

Pratt sat in the chair before Jacob’s desk and internally squirmed as he felt the eldest Seed scrutinize him. He watched confused as Jacob then retrieved two shot glasses and proceeded to pour shots of whiskey. He pushed one towards the edge of the desk. “Take it.”

It was good whiskey and Jacob savoured it, a small sip and then settled the glass to his desk. He saw that Pratt retrieved the shot as directed but had not tasted it. “Go on, drink it, enjoy it. I’ll even give you more.” Pratt timidly sipped the whiskey. “You need the whole fuckin’ shot, Peaches. Down it,” he commanded. Pratt obeyed and then handed the glass back to Jacob who refilled it and again pressed it towards the edge of the desk. “Did you ever fuck Rook?” Jacob asked softly, stealthily, sipping his shot once more. 

“We made out a couple of times, nothing serious,” Pratt said as he sipped the whiskey.

It was not the response Jacob had been expecting. He leaned back into his chair as he downed the remainder of his shot prior to pouring another. “Is that so?” Jacob considered before asking further, “Did you want to fuck her? Pick up and down that fuckin’ shot.”

Pratt reached for the glass and threw back the second shot. He felt a nausea building within himself. He was sick with worry for himself and for Rook. He would hear snippets of conversations here and there. He knew that Rook with the Resistance was beginning to become a significant force. He also knew that the Seeds had some sort of strange obsession specific to Rook. Still he couldn’t bring himself to tell Jacob anything but the truth. “Yes. I wanted to fuck her. But by the time I pushed a little harder she was seeing Joey.”

“That’s heartbreaking. A tragedy, really.” Jacob paused, savouring his whiskey once more. “You know, now that Joey’s detained, out of the picture really…Once Rook is here, well. Ya’ know maybe I’ll let you have another try.” 

Pratt knew that Jacob was not merely mocking him, but testing him. “Give me your glass, Peaches, you’ll have another.” Pratt slowly stretched towards Jacob’s desk again and then clapped the shot glass to the desk upside down, feigning a challenge. “Hah!” Jacob delighted at a gesture so aberrant given the context of the conversation. He finished his own shot and then poured another for himself and Pratt. “Together then?” He held his glass up and Pratt mirrored him. They threw their respective shots back and together slammed their glasses upside down to the scarred surface of Jacob’s desk. 

Jacob leaned back into his chair and observed Pratt, he could see the whiskey was getting on top of him. Still, he was in the room, he remained aware. 

Jacob’s voice suddenly became low, a growl, unbearable. “You have to learn to take care of your pets, Peaches. Once she’s here, you’ll start by feeding her, yeah? You’re going to hand grind that fucking meat. You’ll put it in a nice shiny clean bowl and watch her eat it.”

“Yes, sir.” Pratt was trembling then, sweating. 

“Now get out.” 

[thedubiousdallon]

I've started reading Pact and my brain keeps trying to parse Jacob's Bell as Jaco Bell

[nemo-of-house-hamartia]

WEDNESDAY WIP

(….)

Jacob grabbed Dorothea by the wrist, and dragged her in the nearest empty room.

“I always knew you were a barbarian, but now I know that you have also gone out of your mind in this past century!” she hissed, yanking her arm away. “I ought to have the Sheriff cut your head off for what you have just done! How dare you lay your hands on me in front of the entire Court?”

“I agreed to come to Elysium and respect your conditions, but I never said I was going to speak in front of those pompous buffoons that you surround yourself with!”

A look of pure indignation flashed on the Dorothea’s face, transforming her usually soft features in a mask of hostility.

“I will oversee these slights toward my Court this time and this one time only, Baron. Now speak, and do it ever so quickly, before my patience wear even thinner than what it already is!”

Nostrils flaring, both Jacob and Dorothea stood their ground, refusing to lower their gazes, as if in doing so they were asserting their dominance over the other.

Yet, the Baron of East London was fighting against each instinct in his body that made him want to take her in his arms and bury his face against her shoulder and golden white hair, the same way she did when he had just awaken from his Embrace.

When he was turned - when he was sired- it happened without the consent of the then Prince of London.

And Dorothea saved him from being killed for the mere crime of existing, interceding for him at Elysium.

She took him in with Arno and helped him navigate those first nights.

Chest rising up and down as his mind flew back to the present, Jacob tried to clear his head and think straight - something that always seemed impossible when she was around him.

A knock on the door made them both turn their head at the same time.

“My Prince?”

Dorothea’s eyes softened at Arno’s voice.

Despite the rest of the Court being busy dancing away, she knew her Sheriff would have his eyes peeled on the one that could potentially be cause of mayhem.

“Worry not, Sheriff,” she answered back with the most neutral voice she could muster. “I will be fine. Just make sure that none is to cross this threshold while I am convening with the Baron,”

She knew Arno would weight every possibility before doing as he was told. But she knew that he trusted her, and soon enough, she heard his switf steps walk away from the door.

Only then, Dorothea crossed her arms against her chest and turned to look at the kindred in front of her with barely disguised hatred.

“Now, speak.”

Despite the irritation starting to build in his chest again at the arrogant tone in her voice, a part of Jacob’s dead heart was bleeding at the coldness in her hardened stare.

Her eyes were like two diamonds, just as gelid, just as hard, just as transparent in the emotions they concealed within.

And he saw nothing there but a freezing chill-inducing emptiness.

She hadn’t always been like this.

There had been a time where she would look at him with warmth compassion and kindness -well, as kindly as a kindred could.

That time had long vanished, and he knew that his action had been the cause for that warmth to disappear.

He would find a way to atone for the pain his sins had caused her. He had sworn it on his sister's grave.

But now only one thing mattered: her safety.

“You will do better to heed the words I’m about to speak, Dorothea. You are in the danger. All of you. All of us. You and I, your precious Sheriff-“ he added with a tone that reeked of venom. “Lucia, Ezio and Federico. Everyone single one of us is in danger. Every. Single. One.”

Dorothea raised an eyebrow, painting an expression of incredulity on her face.

“Danger?” she murmured back, fighting to drown a small laughter of contempt. “I do not presume to know what you have been up to in the past decade, but I assume you might have noticed that we are constantly hunted down by the Inquisition and that danger is a daily hindrance for us all?”

“Sarcasm won’t make you safer, Dorothea!” Jacob growled, taking her by the shoulders. “You need to listen to me, because he is coming and he is coming for you, his sire!”

Dorothea’s eyes widened, her face turning even paler than how it normally was.

Had her heart been alive, it would have dropped in her chest.

She didn’t need Jacob to speak his name.

She knew exactly who he was talking about.

There were may people that wanted to see her dead, for the most different reasons: such was the price for being the Prince of London.

Dorothea was always mindful about the constant lingering presence of Mithras, hidden away in his century-long slumber but ever vigilant.

She always exercised healthy caution with the perennial presence of the Inquisition in the city, that rendered every Kindred’s life absolute Hell.

But nothing on that Earth could ever cause a chill in her stomach like the thought of her Childe - the man she herself had turned into one of theirs- on the path to find her and with the intent of coming for her head.

“It seems I was finally able to get your attention,” Jacob murmured, allowing a small smirk to appear on his lips.

“How do you know?” she whispered, barely able to breathe, as she quietly shook her ringlets in disbelief.

Jacob swallowed hard, relenting the grip around her shoulders.

“Hiraeth. I don’t know how that lassie managed to evade Hamartia’s sight, but she did and she told me. And she told me something more,”

Dorothea felt only dread at the tone of his voice.

“What more could she have told you?”

“He is not coming alone. He is backed up by the Sabbat. He is backed up by Kaecilius and Verona themselves,”

Dorothea let out a small gasp, her thoughts running immediately to Lucia.

If even half of what the Regent of the Chantry had ever told her was true about the Cardinal of Denmark and the Archibishop of Copenhagen...then Jacob was right, and they were as good as dead.

(....)

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OMG NEMO WRITING???

how is that even possible one might ask lololol

truth is, it's Wednesday, so I took the chance to just share something I have been working on in the past few days (the brain has been braining, than goodness for that tbh, because without my tablet I am utterly restless lololol).

SO YES, HERE YOU HAVE A SMALL WIP OF MY DRAFT FOR MY VTM!AU.

I truly hope to be able to finish ALL THE CHARACTERS template soon enough, because I cannot wait to share them all with you all! <3

in the meanwhile, I hope you will like this <3

--Nemo

[abbatoirablaze]

Back To You, Chapter 2

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: angst

“You really messed up, Victor.”

“I don’t need you telling me your opinion, Jake!”

“Bethany-“

“Is my problem,” he growled at his brother, “I don’t need you or anyone else getting involved.”

“I thought you were going to UCLA with her,” he frowned, pointing out the plan that everyone had known about, “she’s supposed to be your endgame, isn’t she?  You go get your engineering degree and she becomes a social worker!  Then the two of you have some kids in a SoCal mini mansion that her dad owns.  You were the lucky one.  Uncle would have given you everything on a silver platter because you two have been together since elementary school!  Their family would-”

“Jaco-“

“Your life was all planned out,” he sighed, shaking his head as he cut his younger brother off once more, “why would you throw that away, Victor?”

“I didn’t think that I’d get in…”

“All you had to do was keep your head down and live life, Victor,” he sighed, shaking his head at him, “but you couldn’t even do that, could you?”

“You never come around anymore…”

“I’m the disappointment, remember?” Victor taunted his older brother, “can’t exactly do that and be the dutiful son, can I?  Otherwise, I’d be encroaching on your territory!”

“I wanted you to be there for family dinner…”

“You and I both knew that I wasn’t going to be there.”

“Beth was there…Uncle came too!” Victor frowned as he looked at his brother.  Jacob rolled his eyes at him, “you two still not talking to each other, I take it?”

“I haven’t really talked to her since that night, Jacob,” he groaned as he took another shot, “you know that.  I mean, we see each other every so often, bu-”

“Trust me…I know.”

Victor’s brow quirked as he managed to look at his brother once more, “what’s that supposed to mean?”

Jacob only shook his head at his brother, “never mind…just…if you were home, you would know…”

“Jacob.”

“Come to a family dinner, Victor…see mom.  See me and my girlfriend,” he begged, “come see Bethany…sh-she shows up every week.  I-“

“I can’t face Beth…” he frowned, shaking his head, “anyways…I barely have any free time working patrol.  After MIT and coming back home, I-”

“You’re here tonight…” Jacob pointed out, “how is it that you’re able to meet me for drinks if you’re always busy, Victor?  You know what I think.  I think that you’re just afraid to come home so you say you’re busy.  Always busy!”

“I’m not always busy…it’s just hard to find time…to plan things.”

“That’s an excuse.”

Victor’s jaw tensed as he looked at Jacob once again, “It’s not.”

“Then come to dinner,” he begged once again, trying his luck, “it’s been eight years since you’ve actually been home.  I’m practically an actual doctor now.”

“Jacob.”

“Don’t make me get on my hands and knees and beg you,” the younger sibling grumbled, “I just want my whole family to be with me as I celebrate.”

“Celebrate?”

A blush rose up onto Jacob’s cheeks, “I-I’ve been inviting her over to family dinners for nearly a year…and mom gave me the bracelets last month…”

“The ones that grandpa bought for our future wives?”

He nodded, “yeah…I-I’m going to propose to her next week at dinner…if you show up…I-I want everyone to be a part of it.  I want everyone there, Victor…”

“Jacob.” Victor felt bad now for avoiding the special invitation that his brother made every week to him for the past few weeks, “I-I didn’t know.”

“And you wouldn’t,” he reminded his brother, “you haven’t been home in eight years.  I graduated and got my four-year degree and med school and you’ve still never come home.  You never came home for any of it, Victor…but I want you to be there.  I want my little brother to be in my life…I want you to be a part of this next big chapter in my life!  We don’t have dad!  It’s just us.  And I want you there.”

“I-I’ll show up…”

“That’s all I ask!” Jacob smiled, “thank you…”

“Victor!”

Mrs. Tans’ eyes widened as she saw her son in her doorway, a blonde giggling against his frame.  A blush rose onto Victor’s cheeks, “mom.”

“What are you doing here?” she asked, instantly looking over her shoulder. 

Inside the house Victor could hear animated conversation all boisterous and full of life in Cantonese.  He tried to look over her shoulder, but she stepped in front of the door a little more, almost closing it on herself.  She shot her son a look and then glared at the blonde on his arm.  “佢係邊個”(Who is she?)

“亞媽.  要有禮貌。  佢係我嘅客”He frowned (mother.  Be polite.  She’s my guest.)

“So English?” she asked, another glare shooting at the young woman, “you want me to accommodate?”

“Vicky,” the blonde giggled as she leaned into his side, “I thought you said that we weren’t going to be stopping here for long!”

“Ashley…”

“Oh, so you’re not even going to be here for long?” Mrs. Tan taunted, a new look crossing her face, “we’re just a blip on your little radar…the cop doesn’t have much time for us…no time for family!”

“Mom?” Jacob asked from his spot at the table, “who’s at the door?”

Fei glared at her son before looking back into the dining room. 

“Come on mom…we just want to celebrate…Jacob invited me…I want to be here for him.”

“Looks like the two of you have enough celebrating!” Fei said firmly, “I’m not going to let you ruin your brother’s night.”

“Mom…”

“MOM?”

“It’s no one!” Fei said over her shoulder, “Wrong house…I’m coming back.”

“You’re really not going to let me in?” Victor asked, hurt lacing his tone, “you’re really going to-“

“You don’t care about what’s happening here…” Fei announced, “you left for MIT and we were okay…but then you come back…and you go be police man…you know how the family feels about that choice.  You dishonored us, Victor.”

“Mom-“

“No,” she said, shaking her head, “you want to be with the family, you be here for all…not just good.  The bad too.”

“Mom…I-I’m trying to be here…”

“No…you start another day,” she answered, shaking her head firmly once again, “you come by when Jacob and his fiancé not here…you come by when Bethany not here.  You come by without her!  I don’t know this strange woman!”

“Fi-fiance?”

“Jacob was tired of waiting…he proposed to her after diner…go home Victor…”

“But mom-“

Victors’ words were cut off by the sight of his mother closing the door in his face.  His heart all but broke as he heard the voices inside.  The curtains were drawn, and he couldn’t see in, but he knew that everyone was inside without him.

“What a bitch!” the blonde frowned from his side, “isn’t she supposed to be happy to see you or something?  You’re her son.”

“Yeah…our family doesn’t really work like that,” Victor frowned, “and don’t call my mom a bitch…she has every right to lock me out after what I did to her and my brother.”

“What’d you do that’s so bad?”

“I walked out on them first…”

Chapter 3

[the-honey-system]

i love alcohol........... and jaocbalpahrad.......... jaco alphard* jacob alpharad** yay i did it

[dragonsdendoodles]

lev and enoch o connor eating pancakes while jaco is crying in the bathroom

Why is Jacob crying

[mysteryideasgroup]

Jacob (My MSA X Survival Island Villain Hunter)

Full Name: Jacob Carmen

First Name: Jacob

Last Name: Carmen

Nicknames: Jac, Jaco, Sir/Boss/Master (His Minions: Terrence the Butler, Petra the Chef Cook, his Ellie the Former Chef Cook), Mr. Carmen

Gender: Male

Profile pic

Age: 50

Blood Type:

Occupation: Hunter 

Past Occupation: 

Favourite Shows/Games: ___/___/___/___

(___, ___, ___, ___)

Instrument: N/A

Favourite Animal: Hunter Dogs

Family Members Relatives: 

Other Family Members Relatives: 

Friends: His Butler and Chef Cook

Minions: Butler and Chef Cook

Enemies: Players, Survivors are escaping, Milo (Victim: Captor was escaped)

Species: Human

Status: Alive/Active

Alignment: Bad

Likes: Kill Animals, Catch People and Captors

Dislikes: Captors are escaping, Failed to kill Animals, 

Hobby: Kill Animals, Collecting Animals

Goals: Need to stop captors people are escaping, Kill Players and Teams, Kill Milo (All Failed)

Weapons: Hunter Weapons

Powers and Abilities: Hunter weapons

Skills and Abilities: Hunter Skills, 

Skin Colour: Tan  

Eyes Colour: Light Brown

Hair Colour: Hermit Gray 

Clothes: Hunter Outfit

Shoes: Hunter Outfit

Accessories: His Hunter Hat,   

Hair Styles: Swept-back  

Eyebrows styles: Normal  

Beard Style: Mustard

Scarred Makings: 

Face: Left Eye (Undamaged) Scarred

Cheeks: Two Scars

Body and Arms: Fought trying to kill Animals attacked

Personality: 

Crimes: Kidnapping, Attempted Murder, Poisoning

He was the Main Antagonist, Jacob is trying to attack Hunt. He was spying/constantly observing them. He called their radio to help arrive in his chopper to rescue them. Players and Teams are realized that Milo (Mystery Survivor) is warning of his manifest says: Going down it was a trap! Do not/Don’t trust JC!!! After, Players ate meals unnoticed causing them to fall asleep and wake up in a locked room. Players were kidnapped and captors. Players and Teams realized that bad people are not right and not better, they are trying to escape from his mansion. They were has escaped. He tries to kill them. They have fled to end to underground survivors. They captured him in anger from his victims who had survived the woods.

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For @laurasanchez36 

Jacob Carmen or something belongs to my new MSA oc sona Survival Island Villain

[dustedmagazine]

Listed: Aaron Dooley

Aaron Dooley is a bass player and composer, originally from Illinois but now living in Denver, Colorado.  He has played in many different bands in a diverse array of genres, including the garage-psych Gay Neighbors, shoegaze-y Totem Pocket and neo-soul Dog Tags, but more recently has dipped into improvisation and jazz.  Jennifer Kelly reviewed his most recent album, The International Disassociation of, noting that “This second outing of 2023 from Aaron Dooley’s seven-piece jazz ensemble shimmers and shifts, an indefinite haze of sound breaking, sporadically, for clear flights of melody. Dooley, a bass player out of Denver, plunks a subtle, unsettling undertow, allowing other instruments — pedal steel, saxophone, even drums — to slip to the forefront. All improvised, these cuts absorb multiple points of view into free-flowing inquiry, not muddying them, but softening the edges.” Here are ten of Dooley’s favorites.

Yusef Lateef — Cry! Tender

Around age 16, this was probably the first record I ever bought (thanks North Street Records), let alone the first jazz that ever gripped me. Something about the smooth-looking bald guy with a flute on the cover grabbed me, but the sounds coming from the platter kept me coming back again and again. Songs like “Dopolous” sway along with such eerie elegance that even the swing rhythms feel like a somber march. A fun tidbit, Ernie Farrow, Alice Coltrane’s half-brother, is playing bass on the album.

Shlohmo — Shlo-Fi E.P.

I remember my friend Jacob Dilley hipping me to Shlohmo one Sunday morning. It was better than church. I hadn’t ever heard anything quite like it before. Beats, samples, found sounds arranged in a way that was almost spiritual. A lifelong Shlohmo fan, I’m happy to see his sound and career evolve, but those first Shlohmo releases between 2009 and 2011 sounded like treasure unearthed from the concrete. Probably the first artist to open the door to my love for non-lyrical music.

John Frusciante — Shadows Collide With People

That’s right hipsters, it’s the guy from Red Hot Chili Peppers. And Flea and Chad Smith are the backing band. But Anthony Keidis is nowhere to be found, so some might argue it’s the best RHCP album there is. I could give a whole dissertation on this album, but basically, it was a great healing force when it came into my life, and made me aware and appreciative of sounds that would lead me to where I am today.

Herbcraft — The Astral Body Electric

I believe it was September 1st, 2015, that Matt LaJoie played at Reverberation Vinyl. Herbcraft’s performance was inspiring and transcendent to say the least. I’ve loved everything Matt has put out, but those early Herbcraft records hold a special place in my heart. Before that point, I don't think I had any actual awareness of the country’s underground psych scene, but everything came full circle when I had the honor to play with Matt at Reverberation Vinyl this last May.

Jaco Pastorius — Solo

Every electric bass player owes something to Jaco. The heaviest bass nerds could go on for days about all the doors he opened (or kicked free from the hinges), but for me this particular solo encapsulates everything I like about Jaco as a player: running the bass through chorus and delay/reverb to create otherworldly tones with harmonics, riding the line between melody and the abstract, and grooving into a rock song like “Third Stone From the Sun.” When I saw this in like 2008, I realized jazz and rock were perhaps more similar than I had once thought. Also, my love for harmonics was sealed forever.

Shigeto — No Better Time Than Now

This is a strong contender for my desert island album. I don’t think Shigeto (Zachary Saginaw) has gotten the love he deserves for his approaches to music making like many of his contemporaries. The way the live instruments, his drumming in particular, blend with the electronic automations to create a sound that threads beautifully between genres. Electric perfection.

Primal Scream — Swastika Eyes (Jagz Kooner Mix)

For the last few years, I’d probably say Primal Scream has been my favorite band. Far beyond Screamadelica, the whole Primal Scream discography hits a lot of zones I’ve considered my favorites throughout the years. Bobby Gillespe has always seemed to be politically well-minded, and the way his laid-back delivery blends with noise rock onslaughts and sweaty club pulsations really does it for me. Whether folks want to admit it or not, I hear a lot of their influence in what’s happened musically over the last 15 years.

Ron Miles — Circuit Rider (2015-06-29) Monument National

I had the honor of studying with Ron Miles for a year or so during my time at MSU Denver. Brief as it was, I am forever grateful for it. I owe it to Ron for giving me the confidence to record the Trapped in Purgatory album and I am disappointed that he passed before its release. He seemed to respect my knack for music history and the last time I saw him, he asked me where he should start with krautrock. I hope he went home and checked out some CAN that night.

Gimo

A well of infinite talent and spirit and forever on the right-side of history, I can’t really find the words to properly express the influence Gimo has had on my life. They’ve given me more love than I deserve, and I don’t know how to adequately state the influence they’ve had on me. The most incredible artist, they did the cover of my Dooley Noted album, and are currently tattooing at Wild Wind Tattoo in Chicago. Find them on IG @i_am_gimo and book a tattoo appointment with them if you're in Chicago; you won’t regret it!

John Anderson, Reverberation Vinyl

The mentor. The influencer. The psychedelic stepdad. It’s hard to state the love and respect I’ve got for John. I wouldn’t be doing what I am musically without his guidance. He’s turned me on to quite a bit of good tunes and has gotten me to go across the country more than once for a music pilgrimage. Not including the numerous heads John’s brough to his store, Reverberation Vinyl, I owe much of my connection to the country’s music underground to his networking. Hope I can continue to make you proud, buddy.

[frjacobs]

POPART in de kapel Campo Santo zondag 29 juni 2025

Belgian artist Freddy “Jaco” Jacobs merges bright, playful Pop‑Art imagery—often comic‑style figures—with the rich textures of acrylic layers. His “POP‑ART video series showcases bold abstract compositions with sculptural depth, emphasizing color contrasts and dynamic forms. Jaco’s work nods to tradition—echoing Warhol and Lichtenstein—while incorporating an organic tactility through thick…