#u can guess if you want. there is many of you i guess

[moonstruck-muses]

jake halloween req where you’re both at the same party and have matching costumes even though neither of you planned it

bonus if he’s pining after u <33

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BOOMF BOOM BOOMF! Remember when you requested for this halloween AND THEN I SENT IT FOR CHRISTMAS LMFAO It's fine, enjoy this on the waning hours of the holiday where they are now at a Christmas party.

The secret truth to Jake Sim was he fucking loved being corny. He loved awful Hallmark movies, bad Valentine’s candy, and cheap haunted houses. Which meant, when the holidays rolled around, he had his house decorated by the first of the month, gifts bought even before the holiday season started, and Christmas music that started in November. Tonight, he was at a friend’s White Elephant party. He was wearing a garish sweater that couldn’t even be classified as ugly, it was straight up hideous. And he loved it—right down to the little button you could press on Rudolph’s nose that would make it light up. His sweater was nothing short of a spectacle. 

The party itself was hosted by his roommate’s friend, and Jake quickly made himself the life of it, chatting up with everyone, downing cups of eggnog, and shoving festive cookies down his throat. 

“Hee!” He shouted out when he saw the host of the party come into the kitchen. “Do you have more Nog?”

“So most people tap out after one mug of it, you freak,” Heeseung scoffed, but there was a playful grin on his face.

“How many have you had?” An unfamiliar voice said behind him. Heeseung stepped aside, and Jake felt his heart skip a beat. “Jake! I mean three!” He stammered, complete caught off guard at the sight of you. He watched you raise your eyebrow and fight back a laugh, and his heart unspooled with the scrunch of your nose and the crinkle of your eyes. 

“Okay, so clearly you’ve had a lot,” You teased. 

"No, I’m great, I’m peachy!” Jake protested, tips of his ears turning red. “I’m Jake,” he said awkwardly holding out a hand.

“So I’ve heard,” You said, meeting his handshake. “I’m Y/N.” 

His eyes wander down to your sweater, three dancing penguins in a snowfall, and his face lights up. “Nice to meet you you, Y/N. I appreciate someone who can appreciate the theme of a party.” 

“Oh, anything for a bit,” You say with a sly grin. 

“So how do you know Heeseung?” He asks, the world around him falling away. 

“I started working with him and Jay this year, guess my dazzling personality is so endearing they just couldn’t resist inviting me.” 

“Don’t flatter yourself that much,” Heeseung teased. 

“I have to, I’m the personality hire,” You joke. 

“No, the office would fall apart without you,” Jay chimes in, having joined the kitchen group at some point. 

“Now I feel left out,” Jake pouts. “I’m getting FOMO.”

“From our absolutely riveting desk jobs? Please,” You scoff. 

For a moment, Jake feels embarrassed, desperately wanting to impress you, but before he can linger, you’re already laughing about some smart remark from Heeseung. He admires your ability to so easily flit through the conversation, and he hangs on every word coming from your mouth, like the refrain of a melody he wants to hear again. 

“So what do you Jake?” “Oh nothing exciting—“

“He’s an astrophysicist,” Jay butts in and your jaw drops. 

“Okay, so you’re like smart smart.” Instantly, Jake feels the heat rise in his cheeks. “Not really,” he mumbles. “It’s cool though.” 

“Jake was always cooped up in the lab in college, he was scouted by multiple research groups right out of graduation,” Heeseung chimed in with a clap on his friend’s back. 

“Guys stop!” Jake protested. “I’m too embarrassed now!”

Jake covers his face with his free hand, and you throw your head back and laugh, joyous as a little kid. 

“Okay, okay, I’m gonna go mingle some more, but it was great to meet you Jake!” And Jake desperately wants to stop you, but of course he can’t stop you at a party, he can’t be creepy to his friends’ coworker. 

***

The moment you leave the kitchen, your heart is pounding. You definitely were not on the prowl for anyone tonight in your camp sweater and peppermint schnapps coursing in your veins. Jake. He was practically tripping over his own words, so dorky, so sweet—and clearly smart. God knows he wasn’t your type—you had an issue with picking…problems so to speak. But Jake—no. He was your coworkers’, your friends’ friend. He was off limits. You find yourself trying to mingle with the crowd, but the booze keeps bringing you back to Jake, or maybe his smile and the soft mop of curling hair on his head. 

Jake found himself pestering his friends for more information, to the point where they were about to punch him, stopped only by the fact that his persistence golden retriever energy made it impossible to actually be mad at him, and it was actually quite endearing.

“So how long have you been working with her again?” “It’s been like 9 months,” Heeseung responded, nibbling on the head of a Santa cookie. 

“Okay and…has she mentioned a boyfriend, girlfriend, fiancee, spouse, longstanding situationship that’s absolutely sucking the life out of her?” 

“Dude,” Jay groaned. 

“I think I’m asking perfectly reasonable questions!” Jake protested. There was a moment of silence as Jay and Heeseung rolled their eyes. “So…that’s a no on a situationship?” Jake prodded. 

“JAKE!” Heeseung and Jay both chided in harmony. 

“Just go talk to her,” Jay said with a playful nudge. 

“I completely froze up when she was here. I don’t even know what to say,” Jake whined. 

“You’re a big boy, you’ll figure it out,” Heeseung said with a hearty clap on his back. “Now please get out of my kitchen before you eat all the snacks meant for all guests.” Jake pouted and shuffled out of the kitchen, trying to place you in the crowded living room. 

There. He spotted you in the corner, nursing a red solo cup while making small talk with another group of people. 

“Just talk to her Sim,” Jake muttered under his breath. 

“Jake!” His focus was shattered as somebody tackled him in a bear hug. 

“Ricky!” Jake grinned at the younger boy on his shoulders and before he knew it, he had been wrapped up in another conversation. He was antsy the whole time, casting sideways glances, trying to find you and your ever weaving penguins in the crowd. 

***

The party was dying down, and Jake had barely had another chance to talk to you—and it was really starting to irk him. Every time he was about to make a move, somebody either captured your attention, or somebody else came up to him. And god, had Michael Buble always been that irritating? The more the party went on, the more his sultry Christmas baritone began to grate against Jake.  At some point, he knew, he had to call it quits. When it was almost midnight, he decided he had to give up, even if he knew he’d regret it later. The stars didn’t seem to want to align on this one. 

Jake started to weave his way down the hall towards the bathroom, where to his surprise, there you were. Y/N. Somehow looking even cuter than the last time he saw you, and both of you probably drunker too. 

“Y/N!” He exclaimed, delighted. You looked up, startled, and then flashed a smile. 

“Jake! What’s up dude!” He internally winced at the dude. How could he have been friendzoned so quickly? 

“Um. You know. Just…gonna go take a piss I guess?” He said awkwardly. 

“Oh! Cool!” And you also kicked yourself at the awkward answer.  

“So. Y/N. Do you have a partner?” “Beg pardon?”

Jake immediately turned beet red. 

“Like…a boyfriend, girlfriend, companion of nonbinary origin?”

“Nonbinary origin? Like did I pull them from a fucking crater on Mars?”

“N-no! No! God no!” Jake put his head in his hands. “I am just trying to make conversation, and I’m failing so badly at that.” You stare at the boy quizzically, and start bubble up in laughter. 

“You sure are something Jake.” 

“I’ll do us all a favor and kill myself,” he groaned. 

“No that’ll be awkward. I do have to see Hee and Jay on Monday.”  

Jake made an indiscernible sound. 

“I’m painfully single. By the way.” 

“Huh?”

“I do not have a boyfriend, girlfriend, Mars Rover, or otherwise nonbinary partner. I am, chronically, painfully, single.” Immediately, Jake perked up. “Oh! Yeah me too!” 

“You sound proud of it.” 

“Are you hellbent on embarrassing me?”

“Maybe. It’s fun.” 

Jake looks up and there’s a wicked smirk on your face. He really wants to wipe it off your lips, preferably with his lips. Too bad there’s no mistletoe around. The bathroom door swung open and you waved at him. 

“See you around Jakey!” And you slipped inside, leaving him floored and most possibly, hopelessly in love.

[killerlookz]

Can u post a preview of heartbeat pleaseee im so desperate i’ve missed this au so bad

yessss.... i can :3, ahh happy WIP wednesday everyone hehehe

heartbeat! au: part 4 preview under the cut!

rpf warning, do not continue if uncomfortable!

Joost scoffs, his presence in the room suddenly overwhelming.

"You're kidding right?" His voice is dry, you can tell he is, at the very least, trying to not be accusatory, instead it just comes across as demeaning.

"What?" You're confused, unsure of what the supposed joke is.

"That you love him. You don't really? You're just saying that."

"Oh," You pause, looking down at your lap, realizing you're still undressed, "Yeah, I guess- no- I don't"

"You guess?"

"Yeah," You shrug, unsure of what he's getting at, "I guess."

"No fucking shit." Accusation becoming richer in his tone, he smiles in pure disbelief, his voice almost a laugh, "You have fucking feelings for him." He shakes his head, seemingly bewildered.

"No- I, no. I didn't say that." You turn towards Joost, stammering, you know how this will end, "No no-no I don't."

"Bullshit." He spits, standing up from where he'd been sitting on the bed, "Do you love him?" He steps to your side of the bed, standing over you, tilting his forehead down, fully interrogating you now.

Joost had never been intimidating to you, not like this, sure, before you had started dating and when you'd had a little crush on him he had made you nervous, but not intimidated.

"No- I-" God you're pathetic, stuttered no's are just about the only thing you can muster out of your mouth. You beg for any other sound to leave your mouth, but it won't, you can't.

"Say it then." His jaw clenches.

"Say what?"

"Say you have absolutely no feelings for him, tell me you don't love him."

"Joost," You start, pulling the comforter up to the chest, sensing an argument approaching, and preferring not to do it naked, "Stop this, what are you trying to prove?"

"Wanting to cut things off, wasn't about being unfair to Michael, it's because you love him." He's got it all wrong, at least, you're pretty sure he does.

"No, no, Joost that's not true I was just sick of the guilt, the sneaking around, I just want to try, I want to try to be a good person." It's all too much, tonight has been far, far too much, the warm tears finally beginning to brim in your waterline, obscuring your vision of Joost hovering above you as you look up at him. You attempt to blink them away, but the fluttering of your lashes just propels the small droplets down your cheek.

"Just, look me in the eyes, and tell me you don't have feelings for him." He's practically begging, the anger in his voice is only surface level, insecurity and anxiety buried deep beneath the demanding words.

"Please, stop, you don't need to be like this." You're fully crying now, unable to take this interrogation, god, why can't you just tell Joost you don't have feelings for Michael, why won't the words come out of your mouth?

"Exactly." Joost's face writhes, throat bobbing as he swallows down what you can assume is a desire to begin to cry, "Get out."

"W-what? Why?" He's never been like this before. Many times has Joost been angry with you, furious even. But kicking you out? That was a new one. You're unsure of what has gotten into you, and you'd be lying if you said it ddidn't frighten you just a little. "Get out?" You repeat, eyebrows furrowing, choked words barely above a whisper.

"No," He sighs, and you hope he's come to his senses. "No- no, whatever. I'm sleeping on the couch. You can leave first thing in the morning. I'll give you what you so clearly want, we'll end things here." He sounds defeated, the anger finally subsiding in his voice, giving way to whatever emotions it had been meant to mask.

[prettyboykatsuki]

Purely out of curiosity I’m just dying to know how myany followers do you have?

at least 7. sometimes 9

[idontmindifuforgetme]

A major annoying thing about being in a male dominated stem field (chemistry for me) is you basically work w guys 99% of the time & they ALL think you have a crush on them if you’re even fleetingly nice. And so far I’ve refused to water down my personality to compensate for it but it’s so annoying knowing I’m inadvertently feeding into someone’s unchecked ego

[lilacthebooklover]

me, looking at the most toxic, awful, horrendously unhealthy fictional relationship in the world: why can't i have what they have? :(

[muirmarie]

Me: I joke about writing the same McCoy centric story over and over again in different ways

Me: and like. I love doing it and imma keep doing it because it makes me happy.

Me: but also. I do sometimes wonder if it's like. A little Much.

Me: like maybe I should branch out or something

Me: [reads another fundamental and extremely insulting misread of McCoy's character by someone who is clearly making a Choice to cast McCoy as the villain, because they have to get him out of the way of spirk, because they're too???? idk immature??? to realize that even when you're in a relationship with one person, other ppl can and SHOULD still be important to you]

Me: lmao I hope I AM too much actually!!!! I hope it is 100% obnoxious how much I love that doctor!!!!! Time to write more versions of the same story of McCoy being forced to realize that he is loved and cared for!!!!!!

Me: I KNOW MY NICHE AND IMMA DIE IN THAT NICHE, THANKS

[james-spooky]

this is a test

[newlyy]

Your post about misogynistic/patriarchal women really resonated with me and I empathize SO much girl I would be rich if I had a dollar for every single time i’ve seen a woman say some variant or another of “women are WAY worse than men!!!!” and wholeheartedly mean it. It ESPECIALLY makes me feel like the Joker when I see women who by all means carry themselves as feminist/progressive say shit like “misogynistic women are way worse than misogynistic men!!!” or some other misogynistic gaslighty bullshit that came straight from the ancient misogyny playbook.

I wish there was more of us having the space and drive to criticize our own sex class’ actions in a fair and just way without carrying the guilt of how our sex class is treated & without also following the subconscious path of least resistance (woman bad, man good). I wish there were more outlets for us to just be so fucking for real with each other, but in the way of respect, maturity, empathy, dignity, and accountability. I wish we all had more self awareness about the patterns we perpetuate.

It sucks when you not only have to cope with 50% of the population automatically hating you because of the morally neutral biological sex you happened to develop as in the womb, but you also have to deal with the members of your OWN sex perpetuating the cycles of subjugation and working against their own interests on top of that because of how deeply the knife of misogyny is plunged into our stomachs. As an individual girl/woman in the world, you have to incessantly deal with and mentally prepare for the indiscriminate bombardment of misogyny that is almost guaranteed to sneak up on you from every single direction possible. Feeling like you have close to no true allies, or only very few of them on a global scale. It’s a brutal, harrowing feeling.

It definitely gave me more insight into how the human mind copes with pain and injustice in bizarre and miserable ways, I guess. Newlyy I am ripping off the skin of my face thinking about this, it truly is suffocating. The patterns, the cycles, the history repeating itself!!!! I see you and I get it

exactly. you're completely right. no notes.

[lavellane]

finished rogue trader. so mad about it i had to take a nap and then start a whole new playthru again to cope <3

[reel-fear]

Honestly, every single time the whole 'poppy playtime is a bendy rip-off' stuff ever shows up I find it all extremely unconvincing and silly.

For one thing, rip-off usually is meant to imply that it's a cheap lazy copy of a better more polished thing, and uh. Sorry but even from chapter 1? Poppy Playtime is a better game than Bendy, it has a simple but understandable story, the game manages to be thrilling, creepy, and very intense at times... I mean that Huggy chase in the vents ALONE puts it way above Batim for me.

I mean BATDR had the most slow stupid chase I've ever seen [and every other encounter with the ink demon is text telling u he's there and then a timer goes down and u get jumpscared] and batim's chases were either silly or just not nearly as theatric or terrifying as that.

When making the vent sequence I mean not only is it absolutely horrifying to realize how fast Huggy is in there but also it's so theatric and cool? The fact that you round a corner after thinking you escaped only to see a terrifying animation of that thing crawling toward you is awesome! I wish Bendy had stuff like that!

And all the stuff it shares with Bendy are generic things Bendy ripped from other horror games/media anyways. I'm not saying Poppy Playtime isn't inspired by Bendy I for sure think it is but Bendy is such a generic story that somehow fails to do tropes 100 other horror games have done any comparison only makes Poppy Playtime look better.

"It has employees being sacrificed for their company" That is not a concept Bendy invented, literally look at any of the sci-fi horror series Bendy is very inspired by. This is literally a twist in the original Alien.

"It has a scary woman forcing you to do tasks for her" Once again, not a concept Bendy invented, a scary mysterious person forcing you to do fetch-quests is a concept found in tons of horror media. And at least Poppy Playtime gave you a chase with her and let you defeat her, look at poor malice. She's barely on screen for more than 10 minutes before she gets stabbed.

"It has a cult worshipping the monster" This is something tons of horror games and media have done too. I mean In The Tall Grass has a guy who worships a giant magical rock in the middle of a grass maze, Bioshock [which Bendy has only been taking more and more direct inspiration from while failing to grab any of the compelling parts] also had a lot of themes of religion and cult-ish behavior, almost every horror media franchise has at one point done a cult thing.

Bendy couldn't even come up with a reason Sammy worships the ink demon, the best motivation we've ever gotten is just that 'he's crazzyyyy the ink made him insaneeee'. Who is the cheap rip-off here?

At least Poppy Playtime gave their cultist a motive for worshipping the monster + a proper boss fight that feels intense and looks awesome! Bendy didn't even let you kill Malice [she got stabbed in front of you and then just collapsed on the floor how thrilling] meanwhile you get to kill three of the villains in Poppy Playtime and the gameplay and action in those scenes have only gotten better as the game went on.

I mean Sammy walks into a room and goes "AAA SCARY I'M BEING MURDERED" then later shows up and for NO REASON sees a normal human man and assumes it's the ink demon before once again someone else kills him for you. In Poppy Playtime you defeat Catnap as he floods the world with this horrible nightmare-inducing gas that intensifies the color palette and his design. Fight off versions of him that are illusions that you need your flare gun for, then watch in a wonderful animation as he mistakes the monster for his savior before getting killed by it, in a brutal way I might add, which game are we accusing of being cheap, lazy garbage again?

I just find this argument to be people who Really Really need to find a reason to hate Poppy Playtime which I think is silly. The devs being weird, shady people is already enough reason to dislike the game, you don't need to invent reasons why secretly every part of the game is malicious or bad. But esp when I see Bendy fans saying they don't support Poppy Playtime or dislike it bc of its devs or even saying its cringe ummmm.

I have bad news about the fact Bendy's devs are worse and it took not one, but TWO over an hour long videos to cover it all. Plus the Bendy games are just the worse games in every aspect, if I could sell my batim copy for a copy of Poppy Playtime I wouldn't hesitate at all.

Saying this as a bendy fan, we have no right to be super judgy towards Poppy Playtime. If Poppy Playtime is embarrassing cringe, Bendy is too and is way more embarrassing of an interest. We shouldn't spread misinformation just because we all want to hate Poppy Playtime, you can dislike Poppy Playtime without making up a bunch of nonsense to justify it.

Honestly seeing people just blatantly be unfairly mean to Poppy Playtime only makes its critics look worse and makes it hard to take any backlash to the games seriously. Because surprise surprise if you spread misinformation to make a point people will quickly stop listening to Anything you have to say bc they won't trust you're telling the truth anymore.

[dandyshucks]

blinks tiredly. i decide "hm maybe i should try to expand my circle and step outside of it a little, lets go look at the main community tags" and im just greeted with a bunch of edgelords who think saying "fiction doesn't affect reality, don't like don't read" is peak activism and "fighting censorship". head in my hands. this is partially why i do not ever go into the community tags, my nervous system cannot handle blocking fifty weirdos every single day just so i can have a normal experience in the community tags hfdsjkl

[stuck-in-the-ghost-zone]

thought about prjme defenders greyscale arc for longer than 30 seconds

[voxxian]

i literally only come here when i have a meltdown occasionally lol i miss when i was a happy kid on this account but that will stay where it was made like 3000 pages ago

[potatobugz]

i think the majority of the fanfiction ideas i have r always generally "character i like gets a redemption arc" or something similar. i like putting those guys in situations & i like giving them Friens:)

[llycaons]

one of the prev posts I was like oh cql? on the url and they WERE cql...but their top tag was...bad....but I don't even have the energy to refute their nonsensical arguments for it because like that's not what shipping really is about but also THEY REALLY THINK JC IS *THE ONE* TO MAKE WWX HAPPY AND LWJ IS BORING???? incest aside like jc makes wwx MISERABLE jfc canonically yeah lwj does make wwx happy and jc is left miserable and alone due to the consequenves of his actions including actively tormenting and mocking and humiliating and trying to kill wwx. go die mad about it 😭

[hellhoundlair]

so mad abt the ethel cain shit rn