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toxichomestucktournament · 6 months

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Toxic Homestuck Tournament

Reminder this is for the ship you prefer, not the more toxic ship. They're all toxic, man.

Proproganda for erifef under cut.

Erifef: it’s an utter classic. what two other characters get grossly misinterpreted just on their own besides vriska? asshole seadweller + asshole seadweller = hours of fun! these fish will tear each other apart emotionally and i am here for it.

This part wasn't proproganda, but it feels like it should be included, "let my girl feferi “some trolls are more equal than other trolls” peixes be as shitty as she is in canon. they both got woobified in fanon (i don’t know the state of fandom opinion now tbf) but i’m tired of it. not really a classic Toxic ship but that’s because no one shares my vision" thank you for this take stranger!

#toxic homestuck ship tournament #erifef #eridan ampora #feferi peixes #eridan x feferi #janejake #jakejane #jane crocker #jake english #jake x jane #jane x jake #a poll

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davekat-sucks · 1 month

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Here are the Alpha Kids drink menu from Requiem Cafe!

#Like hate rate #Homestuck #Alpha Kids #Dirk Strider #Jake English #Jane Crocker #Roxy Lalonde #Requiem Cafe #Homestuck cafe #Homestuck x Requiem Cafe

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abandonedafterimage · 2 months

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I can feel my Homestuck interest coming back soooo

You guys should send me Strider requests, or just homestuck requests in general. the striders are my fave tho (yes, also Bro)

Its been a while so some of my homestuck knowledge has left my brain, so what some things are called have probably left my brain. but thats not gonna stop me.

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growup-thatbeautiful · 10 months

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The Alcott

Tags: Jake Seresin x reader, getting back together, short fic, break up and make up, barely a plot tbh

Summary: On a rainy night in Austin, Jake reminds you why you fell in love with him all those years ago.

Warnings: cursing, mild kissing, a lot of prose, breakups, getting back together, jake being a little bit of an ass

A/n: eh, not super happy with it but i wanted it out of my drafts. happy reading to you and 999 followers to me!

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give me some tips to forget you

“Come with me,” he asks. “Come to school with me.” You both know your answer before he even asks the question. He has his path- the Navy, and you have yours- a job waiting for you in New York. He’s proud of you for getting it, of course he is, but you can’t feel that pride now while he’s asking you to leave that behind for him. Maybe you could do it if you loved him a little bit less.

“Jakey,” you sigh, “Please, let’s not do it like this.”

“There’s no other way to do it,” Jake answers, his tone cool. It’s not the voice you like hearing, especially not aimed at you. You know that Jake can be a cruel, harsh person. He’s shown time and time again from girlfriend to girlfriend. “You’re leaving.” His voice shakes and your heart brakes.

“So are you,” you defend softly. “Come on, we don’t have to do it like this.”

“Maybe,” he says. And he walks away, his blond hair glinting in the moonlight. The confidence in his stride is marred only by a shakiness in his unshakable hands.

You don’t see him again for years.

~*~

i’ll ruin it for you

At some point, you forgive him. It comes naturally, and you don’t think you’ll ever be strong enough to hold it against him.

You went different ways. It happens, you know that now, but the way it happened left scars.

Partners go by, men and women who just aren’t Jake. You love them and they leave you or you leave them- it doesn’t matter, really. They never know you like he did.

You accept that he was your person, your one, and you lost that when you let him walk away.

Some people just don’t get a fairytale ending- or any part of a fairytale. You’re lucky enough to have had a brief view of it.

It’s not like you don’t think about him. Visions of little green-eyed kids running through a manicured lawn with Jake laying out in the sun creep into your mind at weaker moments.

And it hurts to think that it could be with somebody else. That he could be with someone else.

But you forgive him. And you try to move on.

~*~

i think i’m falling back in love with you

Rain falls down around you, blocking the stars from peeking through the clouds. The smell- earthy and sweet- fills the night air, despite the city’s atmosphere. The door to the bar protests its movement when you push it open with a long, drawn out squeal. The neon sign above the door flickers from years of use, the green neon “Alcott” sign long since past it’s prime.

The inside looks the same as it did when you were last here. The dark wood paneling that lines the walls is cracked and a little more faded than it used to be, and the lights are dimmer than you remembered, but the smell of cracked leather is the same. It reminds you of blue eyes and blond hair and a signature grin accented with a toothpick between his teeth.

After all the time away, it still feels like he should be here beside you, a hand planted on your lower back, warmth radiating from his body.

You gravitate towards a booth in the back where you used to spend countless nights, a cold glass sweating rings into the sticky wooden tabletop. The cracked leather of the booth is uncomfortable and vaguely tattered, but it feels like old memories.

From your bag, you pull out a faded yellow notebook and start writing anything that comes to mind. Memories fade with ideas, and your thoughts flow onto the page seamlessly.

This place will always, always remind you of him. It’s the most memorable of your old haunts, a place where you spent countless nights pretending to care less about each other than you really did. It was the place where you lost him and the place where you find him and the place where you fell in love with him.

You’re focused on your work when a figure approaches you and a familiar voice greets you. “Sweetheart, what are you doing here?” That voice, the one you’ve been thinking of, tears you from your writing.

There, standing broad and strong in front of you, is Jake. For a moment you simply stare, thinking it’s a trick of the light. But the gleam in his eyes and the shine of his hair can’t be your imagination.

“Jake?” you ask dumbly. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m giving a speech at the graduation,” he says. “You still live here?” he asks, no judgement in his tone. “You were supposed to do big things in a bigger city.”

“Not everyone can be a naval officer,” you respond with a grin. “And you should know that college dreams don’t work out for everyone. They didn’t for us.” You can’t help but remind him of all the things that happened between you. All those days laying on grainy, Texas clay beaches during weekend trips, sun woven through his hair and his eyes that matches the blue-green water. The late nights cram sessions and coffee runs the morning afterwards, completely enamored by his hand in yours. Laying out on the grassy lawns of campus with a blanket underneath you, iced coffees shared between you, his ball cap backwards and his fingers skimming across the skin of your stomach. “And I don’t live here, I’m just visiting. My cousin is graduating.”

“Murphey?” he asks, light in his eyes. Him and Murph always got along, although they were a strange pairing. Murphey used to visit you some weekends when her parents were busy, and if she stayed with you, it was inevitable for her not to know Jake. “Is she that old now?”

“She’s 22 now. Graduating with an undergrad in nursing. Says she wants to help people,” you explain, pride evident in your voice.

“Fuck,” he says. “That’s unbelievable.”

“Time flies,” you offer. “It’s fucked up, but it happens. Doesn’t feel like it, though.”

“Yeah,” he agrees.

“How’s your mom?” Marie Seresin, when you knew her, was a force just like her son.

The smile that fills Jake’s face is soft and wide, a special one saved for his family. “She’s good. Stubborn as usual, but it’s okay what you’d expect.”

“That’s good. Grace still giving you trouble?” Jake’s sister is just as stubborn as his mother, and she has been a strong advocate for you when you and Jake split up.

“She’s been on my ass to settle down, but that’s what older sisters are for.”

“So I’ve heard. No lucky girl ever got you to buy a ring?” you ask, offering him the seat across from you. He slides into the booth and leans forward on his forearms, the sticky tabletop underneath him.

Jake’s grin doesn’t falter as he takes the question in his stride. “Nope. Many have tried, but to no avail. Deployment doesn’t make it easy.”

“Right,” you say.

“And you?” he asks, and you make yourself busy shoving your things into your bag. “Anyone settle you down?”

“No, I’m too romantic for that.” It’s meant to be a joke, but it falls flat between the two of you. Truthfully, you’re too much in your own head to start something new at this point. “I finally wrote that book, though.”

“Really?” he asks, and that old pride is in his eyes. “I thought you said you were never going to finish it.”

“Yeah, well a few years ago I got some inspiration.” It remains unspoken that the inspiration was him. “I sent you a copy.”

“I didn’t get it,” he says. “But I’ll look for it now.” From the old speakers, an old familiar song starts playing. It’s a country song, one you somehow never learned the name of, one that makes a smile grow on Jake’s face.

“Care to join me, darlin’?” Jake drawls, a smirk on his face as he offers his hand to you, “Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten how to dance.”

“How could I? You never let me sit down when we used to come here,” you respond, a grin finding its way to your face.

You fit with him like you never left. His hands on your hips, yours on his shoulders. He’s stronger now, broader too. But he smells the same, like lemongrass and linen.

The music is full of static and not quite loud enough, but you dance on nevertheless. Jake spins you away and pull you in effortlessly, sure of his moves while you don’t know what you’re doing. It’s been a long time since you’ve danced with someone like this.

“I haven’t been the same person since I met you,” Jake says breathlessly. It can’t be because of the dancing. “You’ve changed me, and you know how stubborn I am. That’s no small accomplishment, sweetheart.”

You interrupt and tell him that he doesn’t have to do this, doesn’t have to make you feel better. You’ve forgiven him, and there’s no need to bring up old wounds. Not when they’ve scarred so deep. “Jakey-“

“No,” he cuts you off firmly. “Let me do this. You deserve to hear it.” He waits for your slow nod before he continues, his hands at fists by his side. If he reached out to touch you right now, you couldn’t say no. “We should have fought harder for each other. I should have fought harder. You were- are- the best thing that’s happened to me, and I let you slip away.”

“Why are you telling me this?” you ask. It feels like a cruel trick, him saying these things to you. They can’t be true, can’t make a difference.

“I read your book. I know I said that I didn’t, but I did. There was this line you wrote that said falling in love was the last thing they wanted, but they did it anyway. I don’t think we’ve ever had a say in our paths with each other, but there’s nothing that I’d rather do than fall in love with you again.” It comes out in a rush of words, messy and poetic at the same time. Somehow, it’s everything you want to hear and nothing you thought you’d ever have.

Your answer is uncoordinated and decidedly not romantic. “Are you joking?”

The hurt that passes his face is brief before he recovers. “Darlin’, I’m as serious as I can be. If you’ll have me, I’m here.”

For all your written words, you don’t have an answer for him.

So you do what you’ve wanted to do ever since he walked away that day. You pull him in close to you and kiss him. Electricity flies down your spine and you grab onto his shirt, trying desperately to keep him as near you as possible. Like he’ll fly away in a cloud of exhaust and unspoken words.

But he’s a man of his words, so he kisses you back, his hands cupping your face and roaming your body. He used to know every curve, but you’ll have to reacquaint him now. 10 years is a long time. Though it’s not long enough for you to have forgotten what this is like- being with him. It’s a glass of Whiskey, smooth and burning with just the right amount of heat. It’s fire and smoke and green grass and everything that’s right and good mixed with all things that burn.

“Baby,” he mutters against your lips. “I’ve fucking missed you.” Everything in you screams that you share the same thought.

“I’m here,” you assure him. “I’m here.”

“Good, he says. “Because I’m not letting you go again. We’ve wasted too much goddamn time without each other.”

Part of you knows that this isn’t how things work. People don’t magically come back, and people don’t get swept off their feet in bars on a rainy day. But Jake’s always been a thunderstorm at the least possible time.

You can’t question it when it feels so perfect. Maybe you’ll wake up and realize that this is the aftermath of drinking too much alone or it’s a dream that you’ll turn into a story and sell it to all the other lonely people. You doubt that you’re imaginative enough to create the callouses on his hands or the rough scratch of his jeans. You’re definitely not romantic enough to write the way his lips feel against yours or the desperate edge to his kiss.

But for now you won’t try to wake up. You’re going to keep Jake for as long as you can, and if it hurts you again at some point then you’ll have to heal just like you did the first time.

All the pain in the world is worth it. Worth him. That you know for certain.

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evacado3 · 2 years

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Hi! I love your Lookism writing! Could I request NSFW hcs for Jake Kim pretty please 🥺 🙏

aww thanks! lol I'm been writing for jake so much recently hehe, and I love this pic so Imma keep using it for jake

[WARNING!🔞]

Jake nsfw hcs

Word count: 250

-Definitely open to trying new things, kinks, positions and so on

-But absolutely turns down being bottom, like you could try, fail and get railed afterward HAHA

-Is it just me or I feel like he'd like doggy IDK IDK

-Knows he can get too rough accidentally so definitely sets a safe word with you

-LOUD

-Makes sure to make lots of moans to tell you he's feeling good

-Praise kink, doesn't matter if you praise him or he praises you, he loves it either way

-Worships the fuck out of you, from the top of your head to the tip of your toe

-Absolutely loves it when you leave hickeys or bite marks on him, shows it off to anyone and everyone

-Is someone who would unintentionally leave bruises cause of his hard grip

-Squeezes your waist extra hard when he’s about to cum

-Likes it when you pull his hair as he eats you out, would accidentally bust

-'Good girl' IDK IDK I JUST FEEL LIKE HE WOULD TOTALLY SAY THAT -Speaks a lot during sex, words of affirmation, dirty talk, or just sweetness ex. I love you so much…

-Hand jobs, loves it for a quickie and would do it in public like the restroom, an alley but only if you're up for it!

-Sensitive thighs, downright melts if you lick them

-Aftercare is AMAZING JDJSKKS CUDDLES

-Would clean you up sometimes or just fall asleep and you can’t go anywhere cause he's trapping you with him

-a funny thought is that he has really bright colorful condoms, like a shiny pink condom that literally hurts your eyes.

Just trynna post all of my finished drafts before I drown in my plie of HOMEWORK AHHH also, how many nsfw shits have I written, my parents are crying

#jake kim #lookism #webtoon lookism #lookism webtoon #lookism x reader #jake x reader #lookism jake #jake lookism #kim gimyung #jane kim #mr butt

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deadbydangit · 10 months

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Dancing with the Reader. Survivors.

Kate, Jake, Dwight, Jane, Vittorio

Kate Denson

"Come on cutie. Come dance with me!"

In the cutest little southern drawl ever.

You can't say no.

Mostly because she took your hand and pulled you to the dance floor.

Not that she was aggressive, just excited.

Kate's eyes have that childlike glow when she's that happy.

She knows what she's doing.

Don't be afraid to make a mistake.

She'll lead.

And if you make a mistake?

"You're fine honey. Just keep dancing."

You're going to get a little kiss on the cheek after.

And the tightest hug.

"Thanks sugar. Let's do this again sometime."

Jake Park

How about instead of dancing, we don't?

At all.

Ugh! Fine.

It's only because Laurie wouldn't stop bugging him about it. She said it would be rude not to ask you.

It wouldn't have hurt your feelings if he didn't ask to dance, right?

He's an awkward loner.

It's not you! It's him.

He loves you. He does.

A whole party and all these people?

Ugh. It's a lot.

But he'll ask shyly and pull you to the dance floor.

He can't even look at you he's so embarrassed.

Make sure to thank him after.

But don't be insulted if he goes to seclude himself after.

It doesn't mean he loves you any less.

Maybe just give him a few minutes.

Dwight Fairfield

Is... Is he okay?

He's pale.

Like, really pale.

He looks like he's going to pass out.

Maybe he should sit down.

No!

Dwight really wants to dance with you.

He's just insanely nervous.

In the most shaky anxious quiet stuttering voice he's going to ask you to dance.

And he's way too embarrassed to look you in the eye.

Throw the poor boy a bone here.

He's going to step on your feet.

And he's going to apologize.

Every. Single. Time.

He's just so happy he gets to dance with you he doesn't want to screw it up.

But he's making himself more anxious.

Give him a little kiss at the end and tell him you enjoyed it.

But make sure to be close by.

He probably will faint.

Jane Romero

"If a certain reporter asked you to dance, what would you think?"

She's going to have fun with this.

She always has to look good for the cameras and act serious.

Well, now she can break from that.

She's not too confident in her dancing skills.

So, she'll make up for it with her social skills.

"And what would you say to this reporter?"

And you would say yes.

Because, you really can't say no.

She'll lead you to the dance floor.

If you're nervous, no sweat.

She'll laugh any mistake off. Hers or yours.

After all, this is supposed to be fun, right?

Let loose, breathe, enjoy yourself.

After, she's going to give you a tight hug and lead you back.

Maybe you'll both get a drink.

The night is still young.

Vittorio Toscano

Things are very different from his time.

Dancing, clothes, music.

Please excuse him if he's clueless about all of this.

But he's a smart man, he'll pick up on things.

He doesn't see why asking someone to dance would be awkward, so he isn't.

A simple sweet invitation.

He'll offer his hand and take you to the dance floor.

A quick observation of the others and he knows exactly what to do.

He's a gentleman.

He spent his life traveling and learning.

He rarely had time for such pleasures.

So now, he's going to take that opportunity.

At the end, he'll kiss your hand and lead you back.

"I'm here if you ever care for another dance."

#dbd imagines #dbd x reader #dbd survivor #dbd kate #dbd jake park #dbd dwight #dbd jane #dbd vittorio

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eyelessfaces · 8 months

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I don't think we, as a society, talk enough about how long oscar's bottom lashes are

look look the light hits just right under his eye and WHAT THE FUCK

#???????#okay princess #jealous #oscar isaac #moon knight #marc spector #poe dameron #steven grant #moon knight x reader #poe dameron x reader #marc spector x reader #steven grant x reader #jake lockley #jake lockley x reader #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #jane talks

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eure-k-a · 5 months

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this was supposed to be longer, but whatever, here

#homestuck #homestuck fanart #hs art #hs fanart #jake english #homestuck jane x roxy #jane x roxy #jane crocker #roxy lalonde

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jonayariley · 8 months

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That's right, I'm writing a new Homestuck (not Hiveswap) fanfic that continue the alternative epilogue I started with Negotiated Consent and continued with Ways of Being. It deals with some of the same thematic ground as the post-canon content for Homestuck, but approaches it from a more grounded point of view that tries to be empathetic to the characters and what they went through.

Roll that sweet, sweet descriptive text:

In an alternate Earth-C where June Egbert never made the fateful choice to indulge in meat or candy, Jane Crocker doesn't know what she wants to do with her life. Jane Crocker has devoted her life on Earth-C to becoming a doctor - to being a healer to try to make up for the darkness that she glimpsed within herself. But as she tries to help Terezi navigate her own depression and psychological torment, she begins to question the direction she's chosen for herself, and wonder what any of it means when she's facing down the possibility of an eternity of life.

If you're a fan of Jane, Terezi, Roxy, Dirk, and Jake then check this out! It's gonna go some interesting places and I try to write a chapter a day, so make sure you bookmark it for your daily hit!

Preview screenshots under the break!