#reverie Jacob

[vegafan69]

piercings i'd give to reverie audio characters ! ✬

i have almost no knowledge at all of piercings please bare with me, i had a panic attack having my earlobes pierced sigh | all piercings searched up on pinterest <3

cyril ¡! snake bites + forward helix + industrial

ellis ¡! nostril + septum

gage ¡! bridge + helix + tongue

nathaniel ¡! standard lobe + industrial + some sort of eyebrow piercing | tbh i'm not surprised if his face is covered with piercings

neo ¡! standard + inner lobe + spider bites

jacob ¡! belly button + somewhere that's fucking painful

law ¡! industrial + standard lobe | he doesn't seem like the type to be very interested in piercings

casey ¡! snug + labret

haven’t listened to all of them but i’ll try 🙏 also i just can’t see some of them with piercings at all lol

[lwdsial]

guys I fear I might have been successfully manipulated by Jacob

[vawifey]

Which Reverie character is my:

Current fav: Casey (he’s just a soft boy and I love him)

Comfort character: Ellis 🫶

guilty fav: Nathaniel (I just like playing the villain listener)

All-time fav: Gael (do I even need to say anything)

Fav because of the plot: Jacob (he is insane)

[asmrrpaddict]

Ok, so I finally listen to Reverie Audio’s Jacob playlist. I’d been putting it off because I’m not a yandere fan, but I knew it connects like all the others. It was good and not what I was expecting. I liked it, but what I don’t like is how similar the sound used for when he is controlling Dearest constantly rings in my own ears sometimes. 😅 Jacob, get out of my head, it’s boring and I don’t even like being in there! 😆

[reveluving]

if the skirt fits ; andy barber x reader

summary: Andy finds a little secret of yours.

warnings: heavily implied s~mut; costume kink (minors DNI!), familial fluff & mild humour!

a/n: you don't know how happy I am for finally sharing this piece with y'all, considering how it has been collecting dust in my drafts since LAST YEAR, but here it is; one of my earliest ideas for the series! don’t forget to leave some sugar! ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ

» wanna know what I have in store this fall? come & check out my m.list for 'reve's quirky reverie 🕷️'!

“It fits you perfectly,” He purred, almost deep in thought—probably in his own fantasy, “So perfectly.” ;

"You could dress up as Jason?" You suggested what might’ve been the seventh costume idea since the drive home from dinner at the Thai restaurant nearby. 

"Done that." Jacob replied as he leaned forward from his seat to talk to you and his father.

"Spiderman?" 

"I feel like everyone's dressing up as Spiderman this year." 

"But not everyone's going to dress up as the same one." You had a point, considering how you and his dad were the first victims of his Spiderverse fixation since the second movie was released, so you knew what you were talking about.

"I guess,” Jacob thought for a moment before falling back in his seat, taking your idea into consideration, “I guess I just want something… different." 

"If you want different, then we could get you one of those inflatable dinosaur costumes on the internet." Andy held a playful look even as his eyes remained on the road.

"Very funny, dad." His son grumbled, despite fighting back his own smile.

"Aw, cheer up, Jake. You've got time." You reassured him. 

��Yeah… And I’m not too worried. The store next to Aunt Sarah’s bakery got some cool stuff when I bought last year’s costume,” Jacob mused before asking you, "What about you, mom? Have you thought of a costume yet?" 

Ah, mom. Even after all this time, you and Andy will never get tired of him calling you that.

"Mmm, not yet. But when I do, I'll make sure you're the first to know." You and Jacob shared a smile in the rear-view mirror, only to be interrupted by Andy clearing his throat.

"Uh, you're gonna tell him first and not me?" He cocked his head, feigning disbelief.

"Of course. You lost that privilege when you suggested Jake the dinosaur costume." You and Jacob laughed as Andy dramatically groaned, telling you ‘I didn’t mean it’ in an angsty teenager tone.

"I am not dressing up Ken." Andy answered, removing his watch and leaving it on the vanity table.

"Oh, c'mon, Cowboy Barber has a nice ring to it." You said with a lilt. 

"And where exactly am I going to find a Western shirt in my size?" He quirked an eyebrow at you.

"We could always ask the Flags. Her husband might have one hidden somewhere."

"Just because we've seen him with a cowboy hat last Halloween?" He remembered seeing him wearing one during the community party at the park.

"You'd never know. Barbie and Ken are safer than your recommendation." You opened the closet without taking your accusatory eyes off him.

"What's wrong with a devil and an angel?" 

"Andy." Surely he could tell how ridiculous he sounded. 

"It's… easy…? And you'd look really good in it." He tried to persuade you, standing next to you.

"At a party full of kids?" You weren't sure how the parents that were a little more… conservative would feel about their kids' teacher dressing up like that.

"I didn't say it was for Wilson's party. It's for our afterparty," He wiggled his brows, "Just you and me while Jake stays over at the Wilson's." 

You snorted. How cheesy of him.

"Wilson's party first, then whatever you want after," You turned back to the hanging clothes, "And besides, you should be the devil, not me." 

That wasn't a no.

"You know what," He pursed his lips, already considering your idea—especially with the black suit he knew you'd melt over, plus a red tie before dodging the swat of your hand with a laugh. Just then, he noticed you'd been searching for something for a while, unbuttoning his cuffs and folding his sleeves before asking, “Need some help?”

“I can’t find my panties. The baby blue ones.” You frowned.

“The one with the lace?” He asked, prompting you to nod, “I mean, as much as I love seeing you in those, you know I don’t mind you without any in the first place.”

“Nice try, Barber," You narrowed your eyes at him, gesturing to the drawers in front of him before you rummaged through the pile of folded clothes on the bottom rack, “Help me search the drawers, please.”

He did as he was told, looking through the first stack before moving on to the next.

There was little progress in your searches but your curiosity was only piqued when out of the corner of your eye, Andy was looking closely at something.

“Did you find it?”

He took a quick breath before answering, “No, but I did find something better.” 

You furrowed your brows, standing up to ask what he meant by that until you caught sight of the familiar skirt he held.

Plaid, grey and extremely short.

Uh oh.

You clasped your hands together in front of your tummy as you stared at the microskirt with wide eyes. You were even failing to notice him slowly breaking into a smirk. He didn’t stop there, reaching into the drawer he was looking into with his other hand to take out the matching tie. Your lips parted, darting your eyes between the article of clothing and the smug look on his face.

“I can explain,” You finally spoke up, your voice softer than you hoped for.

“Please, do,” He held the ends of the untied tie with both hands, “Because I’m pretty sure these are too small to be mine.”

Oh, he was going to have some fun with this.

“Well, it’s, y’know,” You moved your hands around, only to silently plea for him to understand without having you say it, “Andy, c’mon. You know what it is.”

It wasn’t enough for him, though, raising his brows and encouraging you to continue. 

He was clearly enjoying this. A whole lot. 

Unbelievable.

“It’s my old costume.”

He hummed, appraising the garment as he immediately imagined what you would look like in it, “So my pretty girl has a dirty secret of her own. Did you break any necks when you pranced around the neighbourhood in this?” 

“In my defence, I only wore that once, when I was in college, so,” You corrected him, recalling the party you attended in your final year. 

“So, you broke college boys’ necks.” 

“I didn’t say that,” You shook your head in amusement, “I just didn’t have the heart to give it away. It was just one of those rare times where I truly enjoyed living in the city.” 

Though the city wasn’t far from Reve Road, and hell, you’ve even thought about moving back once or twice in your earlier days, truthfully, you haven’t been there in ages, and thank goodness, too. What would life be like if you hadn’t stayed, made a name in the peaceful neighbourhood and met the Barbers?

"Do you miss it?" 

"Sometimes," You mustered a small smile, though it didn't quite reach your eyes, "But I had my fun. Grew up to be a city girl, earned my degree and let out my ‘wilder’ side a couple of times. But I love it here more, and if I want to keep my job, the last thing my students and my son need to see when they go trick-or-treating is their Literature teacher in this." 

You shared a hearty laugh. Your wonders about who or what you could’ve been if you stayed in the city were nothing more than a mere curiosity, and even then, it hardly mattered to you now.

“Wouldn’t hurt to relive the old days here in our room.” Oh?

"You can't be serious," You chuckled nervously, "It might not even fit." 

You were lying—you barely looked any different from your college years. You just weren’t sure if you were ready to see his reaction over such scandalous attire.

"All the more reason to try it," He replied confidently, closing the gap between the two of you. His voice deepened as he whispered, "C’mon. You can be a good girl for me, can’t you?" 

Like the gentleman he was, he used your weakness against you.

You knew you were done for when you gulped under his intense stare, cocking his head in the bathroom’s direction. 

You snatched the garments out of his grasp, the ‘deathly’ glare on your face contrasted with his conceited one as you obtained the shirt that came with it out of the same drawer. He continued to hold your gaze even as you closed the door.

Once you were alone, you couldn’t help but let out a silent scream.

You were too embarrassed to even face the mirror as you got dressed, not until you slid on the last piece—the skirt before turning around to look at yourself. You could barely acknowledge the coincidence of covering your face with your hands like a bumbling schoolgirl.

Because that was exactly what you looked like.

You remembered washing the set a couple of times after your first and only wear, and even then, you didn’t think the skirt could shrink that little. Your ass was hanging out of the hem, offering an ample peek at the black bikini brief you had taken with you. 

You came out of the bathroom, ignoring the warmth spreading through your body as you were met with Andy sitting at his side of the bed, shamelessly displaying the prominent tent bulging in his pants.

He hummed in approval before beckoning you to his lap, "Come here." 

You kept your gaze on the ground as you walked over to him, standing in between his legs.

"Come here." He repeated, this time, forcing you to maintain eye contact as he tapped his knee.

You let out the softest whimper, your arms encircling his neck before straddling one of his thick thighs. He rested his hands on your hips, only to run them up and down your body, watching your face already contorting between bashfulness and desire.

“It fits you perfectly,” He purred, almost deep in thought—probably in his own fantasy, “So perfectly.” 

He pulled you closer, bouncing his knee to rub against your clothed sex. Electricity coursed through your body over the not-so-innocent move, your breathing growing heavier by the second as he teased you further.

“But you haven’t answered my question yet. Did they or did they not stare at you when you wore this?”

He rendered you speechless. You were beginning to think your heart might burst out of your chest at any point. 

“I’m sure they did,” A part of him wanted to be annoyed but miffed was a better way to put it. Not at you, though, he could never. You were just trying to have fun and make the most out of what life had to offer. But if he was there to see you in this the first time you had it, likely showing your wilder side, oh, he couldn’t lie and say you wouldn’t catch his eye either. 

“But I guess that doesn’t matter anymore,” His hands slid past the hem, lifting it for him to drink in the sight of your curves, “It’s just you and me now.”

You dropped your head on his shoulder, hoping to stifle the moan that threatened to slip past your lips.

“Just imagine me bending you over the bed so I can get a peak of what’s mine underneath,” He sighed dreamily, smiling when your ass jiggled as he grabbed at and squeezed them, “Or should I throw you on the bed and have you on your knees?”

You didn’t answer, too focused on the way he groped your body until you jumped at the resounding crack and the sting that came with it on your left cheek.

"Does it come with thigh highs?" He asked ever so casually as if he wasn’t straining to have you just as much as you were him.

"I-It did, but… I kinda lost it." 

"That's fine. I can always get you a new one," He nosed your jaw, "In fact, I'll buy you more than just a pair. Maybe match some with your panties." 

You mewled, raising your head and granting him access to your neck. 

“You'd do everything your favourite professor tells you to do, wouldn’t you?” 

Fuck.

“Andy, I–” You nearly called him Professor Barber when the sounds of knocking on your door caused you and your husband to freeze up.

"Mom, dad,” It was Jacob, “I think Beemo's been collecting… socks under the couch?" 

Like a fish out of water, your mind was too blank to respond or even acknowledge the question. Thankfully, Andy was able to do it for you, “We’ll be right there!”

The two of you waited until his footsteps receded before you were able to let out a sigh of relief. Andy, on the other hand, had the audacity to chuckle at you. There was no reason for you to worry about scarring Jacob since Andy had already locked the door.

“Very funny.” You murmured sarcastically, moving off him and loosening the tie, hoping to ignore the ache in between your legs for the time being.

“Hilarious,” He cockily added, standing up with an almost pained groan. He stood behind you before wrapping his arms around your waist, “But this isn’t over.”

You stopped.

“I meant what I said about buying you thigh highs with it. Or better yet, some fishnets because my wife’s not so innocent after all.”

Despite getting cockblocked, he was immensely satisfied to see you shiver.

‘Beemo, are you collecting underwear too?’ You heard Jacob ask the cat incredulously, only for a ‘wait!’, followed by his footsteps going down the stairs, probably chasing the feline with whoever’s briefs or undies he had in his mouth. You could only hope it wasn’t yours.

“And, that’s our cue,” His shoulders slumped, only to growl in your ear, “Wear this for me tomorrow after dinner.” 

He then released you with a big smooch on your cheek, exiting the room to find his son, but not before winking at you.

Leaving you to wonder on your own if he’d throw you on the bed or have you on his lap tomorrow.

˚ · . f i n . · ˚

» a/n: now is a good time to say; no, I have yet to come back to the series, but I was too stoked about this event and thought 'hey, this should be the best time!'

» consider it as a mini compensation! but I do want to thank you for still sticking around, just know 'future mrs barber' is nowhere near discontinuing! ;; gorgeous rose divider by @firefly-graphics ♡

[reverieaudios]

AWWWW Imagine since actual Jacob had a partner, his partner finds “him” out in public and tries talking to hiM ALTAIR DONT TRY ME RIGHT NOW😭

Luckily (or unluckily, however you think of it) demon Jacob erased the memories that people in original Jacob's life had of him, so really there's a good chance they have seen him out in public and had no idea they should have recognized him!

[milogreer]

listening to reverie from oldest to newest. why didn't anyone tell me there was a southern man with a three year old in here??? this cast list is checking so many boxes

[dizzy-n-busy]

Pretty boys (I hate one of them/lh)

I ONLY MADE JACOB LOOK PRETTY BC ITS THE HOSTS OG BODY AND BC PPL LIKE TALKIN TA PRETTY PPL WHICH MAKES THE PUPPETRY FUCKERS JOB EASIER — kay? Kay <33 /lh

Marlowe is jus pretty, and yes he does have a monroe mole; he’s gorgeous

And yes, I did give Jacob dimple piercings, I was given free will

[ghost-kitty-cat]

I am back, I have risen from my grave... hehe did you really think you could escape me... well too bad... now get over here, It's time for Detective Headcanons! (Aka Marlowe's listener if you don't know for some reason...)

First Headcanon, (more to do with my mental image of Detective but...) I imagine they have sorta tan skin (I think tan is the right word..) either that or I imagine them being a poc (I believe that's the correct term for person of color.. side note I also imagine Dearest/Jacob's listener as being a person of color (again sorry if that ain't the right term...)

Second Headcanon, I like to imagine Detective's dad was a Detective too and they learned a lot of their stuff from him... and when he passed away, his office became their office and so did his old German shepherd... (side note: i imagine Detective's dad was the type of person who used files and filing cabinets in his office also I imagine whenever he needed to think something over, he would go out to bar and drink a few shots... he could really handle his liquor... it took a lot to actually get that man drunk...)

Third Headcanon, (sorta also a Dearest Headcanon... but..) I like to imagine they know each other and for a good bit... (I like to imagine they used to hang a lot but Dearest got busy with the whole Jacob situation (which they haven't told Detective about...) and Detective has gotten busy with the whole essence eater/Marlowe situation...)

Fourth Headcanon, so ya know how I said Detective's dad could handle his liquor quite well?... well Detective is the same way... I mean they can literally chug a whole bottle of alcohol and not get drunk/sick... (totally freaked Marlowe out a bit when/if they ever get together..)

Fifth Headcanon, (if I remember correctly (causes it been a bit since I watched the Marlowe videos..) I think Detective has mind reading powers soo...) I like to imagine that they haven't quite mastered how to turn off their powers so because they constantly hear thoughts, they've became quite sensitive to certain noises... and if things get loud for them, they just shut down... (kinda similar to how Rival/Dove gets when they have visions...)

Sixth Headcanon, I like to imagine Detective is the type who watches those Detective/crime shows & podcasts (when they have free time) just to like point out everything they got wrong...

Seventh Headcanon, Detective can not... ...I repeat...CAN NOT... be trusted with their own thoughts (am I going to explain why?... Nope! I'll leave that up to your own imagination...)

Eighth Headcanon, I like to imagine Detective is colorblind... (same with Dearest since they both can't see how much of a RED Flag certain people are... also Red is totally one of their favorite colors hehe...)

Ninth Headcanon, (slightly connected to one of my Marlowe's headcanons... but..) I like to imagine when/if they get together... they totally cuddle and when they're cuddling, Detective will curl up in Marlowe's hoodie/jacket with him (since I imagine Marlowe wears oversized hoodies/jackets...)

Tenth Headcanon, I like to imagine Detective's mom was like either half Spanish or half Mexican and uh when she got angry... she would used a shoe as a weapon... (like the lady from the movie Coco if you've seen that movie... never underestimate a mother especially a mother with a shoe... she even scared Detective's dad a few times...)

Bonus Headcanon, I like to imagine that the German shepherd that was owned by Detective's dad and now is owned by Detective.. is a girl and she is called "Macy" (I think I spelled that right...) Macy is a good German shepherd who is kinda old now so she doesn't have much energy but she's still quite energetic.. also she's spoiled (like she has a bunch of stuff at Detective's place and Macy even has her own little bed in Detective's office...)

[messenger-of-stupidity]

Hi welcome to random things that I think the Reverie characters do, including their listeners but I'm really tired and can't remember all the pet names given.

(and this time I'm gonna proofread it. <- that's a lie)

LES GO

Jacob - he's already a goofy dude with his whole red flag business. But aside from that, he doesn't like those mint things that Olive Garden gives you. (Totally not self projecting) and instead chooses to toss them to other tables without alerting the patrons eating at that table.

Jacob's listener - they don't like the color blue gray that mold is. You know that color? Yeah they have a violent reaction when they see it. I'm talking about swearing like a sailor, throwing a shoe at whatever had that color, ect. Their assistant wore a color similar and they locked him out of their lab until he changed. They want funding to develop a super weapon against the color.

Dion - he constantly puts the box of cereal on top of the fridge. No one knows why he does this, he just does and he refuses to explain. It's very frustrating.

Bodyguard - he doesn't finish movies. He will watch almost all the way through but at the last ten minutes he exits out of the movie claiming boredom. Also infuriating.

Bunny - they leave mugs and cups out. Once they're done, they will just set it down. Sometimes they use it again the next day depending on the previous contents. They always claim that they'll use it again, but more often then not they complain they can't find it before grabbing something fresh. Dion is constantly and rightfully complaining whenever they blame him for the cabinet where they keep the cups and mugs being empty.

Gage - he always buys gag gifts. He also buys genuine gifts but he won't give it to you until a week and a half after your birthday or whatever. He waits so you think his genuine gift is the joke one.

Bug - they can't match their socks for the life of them. Like every time they get a new pack of socks, they somehow always wear mismatched ones. They don't know how it happens but they say opposites attract. It's making people think they do it on purpose. They don't, that's just copium.

Neo - Neo can get competitive. Like reeeaally competitive. This foxy boy will quite literally nearly cause himself injury to "win". He has to open the door first because then he won the race to. (he hides it behind being polite but thats not his main focus) he will eat his food the fastest, nearly choking on it. He will win cuddling even if it's the last thing he ever fucking does.

Darling - they have canine behaviors. Which doesn't seem like a big deal. Until they're sitting in front of a closed door complaining and knocking on it because they're curious. Or when they sprint away full speed with something in their hands (or mouth) that they shouldn't have. Or that they have a specific spot on the couch or bed or table or floor or counter or fridge or blanket or chair that is their spot and no one else can be in that spot. Or when they grab things that smell like people they care about (most often Neo when possible) and just carry the items into common or public areas. Sometimes the person is still attached to the item.

Desmond - he has a bag of bags and a box of boxes. No one knows why since he barely uses them, but everyone is too scared to ask.

Newbie - they obsessively dig holes. And they don't refill them. They've gotten told off a few times for just leaving holes in the work yard but they just can't stop. They also regularly send pictures of the holes to Desmond like "LOOK WHAT I MADE 💪🤩" what he doesnt known is that this was in his front yard 😈

Law - he gets really into princess tea parties. Like, intense. He knows all the drama between the dolls and sometimes he'll try to instigate more drama. These tea parties have extensive lore now. Also he religiously watched great British bake off.

Sweets - They collect pumpkins. And hear me out on this. Every fall they go with Law and his kid to a pumpkin patch. Photos are taken and Law lets his kid get one pumpkin to bring home. Sweets never grew up with that kind of opportunity so one of these trips they decide to try it. And now they have a pumpkin. Suddenly their eyes are opened and it's pumpkin everything! They get several pumpkins each year. They have pumpkin decor they decorate with. Pumpkin (the color... Or pattern) clothing. Pumpkin spice becomes like crack. They really really like pumpkins. Just wait until they find out about the glory of fresh pineapples... Their home will look like a swingers without them realizing it.

Casey - he can't be allowed to go into Michaels. Not because of anything necessarily bad, but he just loses any and all impulse control. He'll go in with the intention of just getting a few things and suddenly he renewed his membership, has three signs, four fake vines, two picture frames, and seven full rolls of ribbon. (He originally went in for tye-dye for a date idea with Honey. He forgot to buy it and now needs to go again. He'll end up buying the materials to make a DIY wreath)

Honey - dating a florist is fun. But they now have flowers everywhere. Some are in pots, some in vases. Some are pressed between the pages of a book. Some tied in colored mesh baggies for sachets (I think that's the word I'm thinking of) and placed in their dresser drawers. It makes their clothes smell of the flower. They sometimes forget to change them out and next thing they know their clothes smell of rotting plant and need to go through the wash. But they're happy to have it, officially handing out the little gifts to even random strangers they meet in the street.

Cyril - he collects action figures. I have an angst hc connected to this, but I want to keep this fluffy for the most part so I'll just leave it at that.

Rival - they get heated if someone peels off that plasticy cling cover wrap thingie. The one that is placed over device screens or something? Yeah they're obsessed with that shit. If you peel it off before they can they will give you the silent treatment until they get the chance to peel it off something again.

Roman - Dissects pinecones. This dude will find the pine cones that are opened up and will meticulously start to pick the shards (?) Out and try to create towers with them. He'll never admit it but he's traveled back in time to find the same pine cone and repeat the process if he messes it up.

Pip (I think that's what the listener is called?) - they throw cotton balls at people they don't like or people they want to get the attention of. No one knows how they just have a bag or pockets full of cotton balls but they do. And they will throw one at your head with the force of a thousand spartan warriors.

Ellis - They really really like black out poems. (Those ones where you color over a sheet of text to only show certain words and create a poem out of it) which can be a problem considering where they work. The urge to just grab a book and start making a black out poem is so strong. They need to keep their hands busy for fear of giving into the urge.

Ellis' listener - they try to catch the dust that you can see floating through sun rays. The ones where if you stare long enough it's like you're hurtling through space and the dust is the stars. Anyways, they like to catch that shit and present it to Ellis. Ellis humors them and "thanks for catching the stars for me"

(and the tag because I'm slowly getting less scared of being perceived but mostly because Altair is so fucking nice omg and therefore it makes it a bit less scary. @reverieaudios )

[vegafan69]

jacob makes my ear ticklish with them voice fx

[koenki]

Hand Holding HCs pt 2 - Reverie Audios

2/2 woohoo~

Casey: Honey is more likely to start it intentionally. He's clammy and nervous at times and despite the teasing they do want him to have comfort with them as well. During dates Casey may accidentally start it but Honey doesn't let go, tugging him along gently to say they are okay with the gesture. It relaxes him, having that certainty given to him, as if permission to just live in the moment rather than worrying about whats to come or what people may think. Cyril: I've already done a thing on hand holding with them, but here's some new thoughts on their life at work. Cyril isn't big on open displays of affection, his private life is his and he doesn't feel his coworkers need to know about what goes on outside of it. That's not to say the Rival doesn't test the limits. When walking down the halls together, discussing their projects, or maybe plans after work, they walk close, and hold pinkies. It's small and hard to notice if not looking for it, and easy for one of them to pull away if they need to separate, but it's also a little gesture showing they want the other close. Roman: This one was hard I guess it mostly depends on the point in time/mood? Early Roman in higher spirits, def the type to initiate it. He'd be cheeky about it, maybe walking through the gardens with Pip as he talked about one of his grand time traveling adventures, maybe one completely blown out of proportion or made up just to see them laugh. As we get to more serious and scared, Pip is the one to take his in comfort, maybe bring it to hold in both of their hands as they hold it to their chest to feel their heartbeat, something soothing and sweet in hopes of easing his tired and troubled mind. After the last audio it's equal. They have each other and that's what matters most. If stood near each other, they seek the other's hand, as a way to know that no matter what- they know the other is with them; Something solid to hold onto in a mess of a world that's trying to bring them down. Jacob: In some of the many forgotten memories of Dearest, there is a Jacob that took them on an outing or a date. He was sweet and charismatic, much like the day they first met over the coffee incident. He was their knight in shiny armor that day. Jacob is the one to initiate it, having memories of the original Jacob doing these things with his partner, testing the waters and chasing the feelings he didn't quite know how to place. When he was gentle it made asking questions and digging for answers a little bit easier, Dearest not feeling so guarded and scared, maybe a few things slipped out that shouldn't, so he tried this a few different times without much luck digging deeper, their hand in his be it walking through a mall or across the table at a restaurant. It intrigued him how such a simple touch could stir such a difference in how they reacted. After he gets his core back, he's still the one to initiate it, but Dearest doesn't react so kindly to it anymore. They flinch at his touch, and it amuses him. It's the same gesture as all those other times, it was still him, but as he clasped around their hand tighter, not enough to hurt them, but to keep them with him, he could feel all the muscles in their hand tense, hear their breathing turn sharp. I'm iffy on Marlowe atm so might do a thing for him later when I know him better. Bonus: Nathaniel: Subject 328 made it back? Well that's fantastic- but they aren't going to be holding anyone's hand right now, they're a bit... tied up at the moment. That's okay though, Nathniel can hold their hand if they really want him to while he coaxes out whatever they can remember from their journey!

[vind3miat0r]

random hc 7: Dearest has a cat who absolutely hates Jacob. that mf will be hissing and scratching at the walls if Jacob gets even ten feet near them

[vawifey]

Dearest and Jacob😈❤️‍🩹

[kagillia]

I had a nightmare about that fucking puppetry demon

Note to self: thinking about Jacob's Story while falling asleep; very bad idea.

Got stuck between dreaming and awake for a few seconds and definitely heard some voices. I don't remember what he said. Just a vague tone.

I slipped into Dove's perspective for a few seconds, and they had a vision about Jacob and their colleague and realise they vaguely remember the guy but don't at the same time. They figure out that it's the puppetry demon and that he is in the room with them at the same moment Jacob notices someone is onto him. And he immediately freezes them.

So basically I was paralysed for a few seconds with Jacob as my paralysis demon whispering in my head how to get rid of this inconvenience and mocking me for being helpless and in pain from him taking control.

(I don't think that was any kind of proper sleepparalysis, but I don't have any experience with anything like this. Closest is the one time I got stuck in an almost lucid dream)

[reverieaudios]

are we ever gonna get a redemption arc for jacob😓

Nope lol

I love redemption arcs, but there are a lot of situations where I feel like they just don't fit and end up feeling forced, and this would be one of them

For a believable redemption arc, I feel like the character needs to

1. Feel remorse (in some form) for the wrongs they've done

2. Have a desire to right those wrongs

3. Be willing to put in a continuous effort to change - it can't just be a lightswitch flipping and suddenly they're good, you know?

And I just don't see Jacob doing any of those things lol (plus I also just love irredeemable villains)