#jaci

[sapocipo]

Yuri starved nation who want more Yuri in mythology… I present you: Yuri in mythology

[pande-monty-um]

See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil.

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[1ncend1ary]

sheep dog , wolf

[gunpowdernlead]

[A wellness check is needed in the whitetail mountains, the real owner is nowhere to be seen.]

This is my Monday post for Jaci Week/Jaci Summer! Using both themes of Cabin and Pine, I wanted to paint some sort of straightforward story with it, though this is a little bit rushed. Not sure if this will be my only piece for this event or not, but I had a lot of fun!

[ainleysheep]

don't mind me

[storiesbyastrocraft]

Stab | Jacob Seed x Staci Pratt

are we still fighting or am I in your bed instead?

Staci wants Jacob so bad it makes him look stupid, and who can blame him? I'm sure Jacob won't take advantage of his little crush~

[greasylungs]

Mostly faceless Jaci fluff. I want to practice making my lines not so stiff so sketchy as hell.

Also @jaciofficial because you asked to be tagged🖤🖤🖤

[jacksrighthand]

"Good." Yes, Herald. "Cull the herd." I will. "Perfect." A twitch of muscle disturbs the way his neck hangs, his head heavy. There is heat present in his chest, as it always is when Jacob speaks, murmurs, encourages. It permeates past his ribs, slipping through hollows of meat, filling him completely. It is all he knows and understands, that voice, those commands, bow your head and obey. He will, he does, he is good and strong, he is. That Jacob's words are meant for someone else pursues that sensation of warmth with cold fissures that crackle across his flesh. Hatred, envy, as his gaze flickers toward the Junior Deputy. Rook, who he'd once shared beers with. Gone shooting with. Spent hours getting to know, to enjoy, before the world began to end. He sits there, slumped in that seat, those bindings Staci knew to be tight, lacerating. There are still faint scars from them on his own wrists. Jacob hovers over him. Longer than he usually does, longer than he should. His whispers are more precise, more devoted. An order of the Father's, Staci promises himself. That's all it is -- Rook was predestined. Staci is just-- "Perfect," Jacob mutters again, his fingers slipping across Rook's bound forearm. He is meat. Another twitch, Staci's lip, that sneer. There and gone. Not so soon that Jacob doesn't see it, his own mouth quirking with a smile.