Is there something deeply evil living within me or am I just up past my bedtime.
This is me, trying something in paint for the first time jajajaja. I don't have any idea of anything about drawing so I did just how I thought it would be good (of course with some references)
How to say the world`s most accepted word coffee.
by indiatour__
Not to be a pervert or anything, but what's Jacob like when he finally gets to sleep with his crush, assuming they let him? Would he ever try it even if they didn't want to?
No worries anon, we're all perverts deep down uwu (I mean, just look at my tumblr LOL)
So if Jacob gets to finally sleep with his crush with consent, then he gets VERY physically clingy very quickly. He wants to spoon you, hold you close to him, he wants to cuddle and touch. To feel his crush's body against his own drives him wild.
A little too wild.
He's been fantasizing about this for so long! So he really wants to tell his crush just how much they drive him crazy, how long he's been in love with them, he wants to admit everything he feels about them. He usually expresses these emotions automatically if his crush admits they felt feelings for him in return first, but if his crush hasn't said anything yet, he lets it out while they're asleep. He'll whisper so closely to them as they're sleeping, or even if Jacob knows they're awake, he just wants them to know.
If his crush catches him doing it, he'll pretend he's asleep lmao and then when confronted about it he's like "Huh? I was talking to you last night? Oh yeah I talk in my sleep sometimes, sorry if I bothered you haha." Nice gaslighting.
If his crush never acknowledged/consented to him sleeping in their bed/house (especially if they remain unaware of Jacob stalking them) Jacob does enter their room sometimes to snap a few photos...and maybe touch their hair a little bit, maybe steal a few of their clothes to sniff later...
Yeah, he can be a real fucking creep LOL.
He might try to sit by them or even climb into bed with them if there's room to really feel like things are more "personal" between them, but it's a huge risk he doesn't like taking that much. But he'll definitely enter your house :)
*prayer hands* fic prompt: cooking a new recipe with milo, chill and domestic vibes! ✨️
Rain battered the apartment windows as you fetched an oversized sweatshirt and returned to the kitchen. Milo was leaning against the fridge, printed sfogliatelle recipe in hand. He wore a simple black short-sleeved shirt. The man never seemed to get cold.
"We could just go to a restaurant," he said, and you sighed.
You'd already bought the honey, flour, milk, all of the ingredients, and organized them along with the cookware you’d need on the kitchen counter. You’d even bought a pasta machine. "You can't usually get sfogliatelle at a restaurant."
"What if you gave them a tip?"
Ugh. "I specifically picked out this recipe because it's hard to find unless you go to an Italian bakery. I thought it would be something special."
Milo glanced at you over the piece of paper, his violet eyes a shade darker in the moody, overcast light. You began pulling the sweatshirt over your head, but struggled with the mass of fabric. You felt Milo tug at the sides to help you put it on. “You might actually find something that fits if you wore one of your own sweatshirts for once.”
“But yours are so cozy.”
Now it was his turn to sigh. “Where should I start with the recipe?"
“Measure out the flour and salt, please.”
He grabbed a cup and spoon. You went to work measuring the water and honey, occasionally stealing glances at Milo’s neutral expression. It was cute to watch him focus on cooking. Earlier, you had almost convinced him to wear an apron with hearts printed on it, but he backed out, saying you were going to take pictures. Which you were, of course.
"Is there a special occasion I forgot about?" Milo said without looking over at you.
"Hm...? Why do you ask?”
"You said making the recipe would be special."
"Does it need to be a special occasion for us to do something nice together? It's special because I'm making it with you."
He went quiet at this and dumped the measured flour and salt together, while you gradually added the water and honey to the dry mixture.
The other times Milo cooked with you, it didn't feel overly romantic. Not that you needed it to, but maybe mixing butter and flour or dicing tomatoes didn't exactly put him in the mood. In any case, it was still nice to do something together.
With the ingredients mixed, you kneaded the soft dough that had formed.
“Anything else for the moment?” Milo said.
“Nope, the dough will go in the fridge for half an hour after this.”
Milo gave your head a quick pat and you watched him leave the room. He could’ve at least stuck around a few minutes longer. But at least later you’d get to try out the pasta machine together, and then you’d give him the job of making the filling.
Music kicked up in the other room. "La Canzone del Sol." He had put on one of his records. Must be feeling Italian.
You heard footsteps behind you and felt Milo's firm chest lightly press against your back. His chin rested on your shoulder as he slid his hands down your arms.
"Better?" He whispered the word into your ear, giving you chills.
"I..." you trailed off.
"If you want it to be special, I'll make it special. I can do the rest of the kneading, too."
His hands replaced yours and he went to work kneading the dough a bit too sensually for him to just be thinking about Italian desserts. He rocked you gently back and forth to the music, as you tucked your arms up into the sweatshirt, completely enveloped in his warmth.
"And I'll feed it to you when it’s done, if that’s what you want."
“Never said I wanted that,” you mumbled.
“So you’re going to feed it to me?”
You sighed and nuzzled your head into his arm. You were glad he couldn't see your expression.
Wanted to join too (I did my best with Strade I promise). Anikka it's Strade's MC, very unlucky faith unu
I forgot I made this Picrew of Lawrence and Dahlia lmfao
First episode for Y/N's series "Guide to Happy Captive Life". Terms and Conditions apply.
im going apeshit over this picture
Y/n: I feel the need to inflict ouchies on people
Slasher(mildly disturbed): ouchies?
Y/n:…yes? What was wrong with my phrasing?
Part I
slightly shaking their head
rolling their eyes
looking to the side
closing their eyes for a moment
sighing
taking a deep breath
clucking their tongue
huffing
crossing their arms in front of their chest
tapping their foot
turning away
avoiding eye contact
closing eyes
lips pressed together
eyes filled with tears
breathing deeply
clenching their fists
pressing their lips on each other
breathing loudly through their nose
eyes getting smaller
clenching their teeth
clenching their jaw
looking away to calm themselves
speaking with clenched teeth
whole body is tense
screaming
throwing things around
stomping
moving around a lot, can’t keeping still
open body language, like they are ready to attack
frown wrinkles on their forehead
prominent veins
grabbing someone they are angry with to get them to understand why they are angry
becoming violent
non-stop talking, ranting
shaking their head
throwing their arms in the air
eyes either going from one point to another while ranting or completely fixating on the person they are angry with
jumping up and down
not being able to stand still
clapping their hands
bright eyes
grinning
squealing
giggling
flushed face
bouncing
dilated pupils
tapping their foot
biting nails
leg bouncing
sighing
playing with everything close by
twiddling your thumbs
spinning around
grumbling
staring into the distance
propping your head on your hand
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Postcard I did for a maraton reading event for the spooky season called “Miedotón” !! If you speak spanish, the organizers also make a very fun podcast about all kind of horror stuff, I love listening to it “Me asustas pero me gustas”.