#so ive been debating back and forth

[bisexualdinahlance]

I have a pimms exes to rivals to lovers au idea I will probably never write but damn do I kinda want to discuss the logistics of it with someone anyway lmao

[5kiyo]

that post i made comparing narrator dialogue just a sudden boost in notes....i might make another

[gatorbites-imagines]

Hello gatorbite, I really liked your imagines with Mark Grayson, could you do an imagine of Mark with a Male Reader who is a vampire?

Mark Grayson x vampire king male reader

Headcanons

Cooking my own headcanons for vampires, how else are they gonna go on cute dates on the beach as the sun goes down?? Ive been listening to abracadabra by Lady Gaga for days, its been keeping me sane.

Mark and the bad bitch he pulled by being a nerd. i had a lot of fun writing this, i would love to write more about these two, or more vampire reader,,,

You guys would first have met after he became a hero, sometime during season 2. Probably before he got Oliver but after his dad left the planet and Mark wanted to fix everything and started working with Cecil.

The GDA knew of your existence of course. You were the first ever vampire, created through horrible magic and rituals against your will. This meant you couldn’t die, even from the sun or a stake or silver.

Every other vampire someone would meet would come from you in some way. Or rather, they were bitten by someone who was bitten by someone, so on and so forth until it reached you, kinda like a disease. The further out you go, the wilder and more animalistic the vampires are.

The few vampires you have bitten and turned yourself are strong and can walk in sunlight, and have other otherworldly powers, but those they bite have weaker powers, etc etc. and all other vampires but you can die. As long as life and death exist, so will you.

How you guys meet can be a mixed bag, but the most plausible is that some rabid vampires have run wild somewhere, and Mark was sent to deal with them since his skin can’t be pierced by their fangs.

The vampires he encounters are naked, human-looking creatures with warped faces, a mouth full of sharp teeth, shark bat-like features and the like. The only thing human about them is their shape.

A nest of vampires has run wild, and as the so called “vampire king”, “vampire well” or even “first vampiric ancestor”, its your duty to take care of it when it gets out of hand.

At this point Mark isn’t at his strongest, so the nest of vampire spawn gain the upper hand. Even with super strength, its hard for Mark since he also doesn’t want to kill at this point, and these technically were humans once.

So, imagine Marks shock, as he’s being overpowered by hundreds of these creatures that are more instinct than sense, when these creatures are sliced in half and turn into dust.

As the vampire king you can teleport all over the planet, you could probably even warp other planets if you focused hard enough. You might have done that once or twice, leading to vampirism spreading to different parts of the universe… but nobody has to know that…

What you wear can be up for debate, do you wear something from the time you died? Something Victorian? Or modern? I can’t imagine you are too involved with the current fashion since time passes so fast for you, so maybe it’s a bit out of fashion. You still look great though.

Maybe it’s having been beaten so hard by the now dead spawn, or maybe it’s just your vampiric influence, but Mark finds himself blushing and breathing a little harder.

The first time you meet doesn’t lead to much other than you taking care of the spawn, apologizing to Mark for causing such a mess and telling him you will take more care of your offspring. Mark just kinda goes “yeah, okay, thanks man…” before passing out.

You end up teleporting mark back to the GDA, or wherever hes being brought, like to the new guardians or whatever. Because obviously none of their protection measures can keep you out. It’s only weaker vampires that need an invitation inside.

They are all pretty damn uncomfortable when you comment about how nice Marks blood smells, because being thousands of years old also means you don’t have any shame in stating the obvious.

You say hello to Immortal before leaving. Of course, you guys know each other, both being immortal and all that. You guys play cards at least once every ten years or so, sometimes more, sometimes less.

This is also why Immortal is the most chill about you showing up, coming and going as you please, and saying Mark smells delicious. You once said he smelled delicious too when you first met, the stronger the person the better their blood and all. Now you guys are friends though, in a way.

After that you guys meet every now and then, mainly because you take his interest and Immortals friendship as an invite to come and go as you please, like a big scary housecat dressed in black.

You also follow him around (stalk him pretty much), and maybe it’s just him secretly loving steamy vampire fanfiction, or some viltrumite instinct, but being hunted is exciting.

You guys finally starting to date would also happen at some random moment when you guys are alone. You would have known about Marks attraction from the very moment you met, but your cold unbeating heart had started warming up around him too.

All his rambling about heroes and fictional stories worked like a charm. The many many questions about vampires and pop culture was cute too. He couldn’t believe that the whole weak to garlic thing started as an inside joke amongst vampires and spread out, when it wasn’t even true.

Mark was positively shocked when the whole pop culture idea that being bitten felt good turned out to be true. Later you would explain it was all about intent and reception. If you wanted it to hurt and he feared you, then it would have hurt. But because he was a little freak who was really into it, then it brought pleasure.

Mark also never thought you would be able to bite through his skin, but you could. Only because of your whole, king of the vampires, first original vampire, deal. Any other vampire wouldn’t be able to bite through vultrumite skin.

Being able to rip through vultrumites will be useful later, and not needing to breathe and being able to fly as well. But that’s for later space adventures.

When the whole thing with Oliver happens, you are of course there to support Mark, but also his family. Cecil also knows not to fuck with you, because its all thanks to you that the dead don’t rise and come for him every single day.

This may mean it doesn’t end as badly as in season 3, or, Mark just has some more support, very powerful support that the GDA knows to fear. Because how is Cecil gonna manipulate the original manipulator? The one strong enough to bewitch the entire planet if he wanted to?

You also have a better time explaining morals and powers to Oliver, since you are still stronger than him at this point, so you can put him in his place when he needs it. Being nonhuman also helps a lot, since Oliver feels his power disconnects him from humanity.

This gives Mark some more room to find himself and settle, and yeah, I feel like him and his family end up moving into wherever you stay. Be it some massive gothic castle in Romania, or a Victorian mansion at the edge of a massive cliff in England, who knows.

Both because its safer, more comfortable, and they get to feel like they don’t always have to look over their shoulder.

You don’t survive the coffin allegations though, since you sleep in a grand one, and have at least 100 different coffins you switch between. Most were gifts from your spawn, or one or two from immortal as “congrats on living another hundred” gift. You gifted him weapons or houses in return.

Mark can’t sleep in the coffins with you, since he hates how claustrophobic it makes him. But he will sleep beside the coffin. You guys keep the lid pushed to the side enough for you to stick a hand out, so you guys can hold hands.

I feel like Oliver would thrive a lot under you and your spawns, since you keep your “children” in line. Being direct descendants of you means they are powerful enough to play and roughhouse with, but also help him train.

Mark trains with you instead, and it regularly ends up with him almost giggling and kicking his feet as you pin him down, barring his neck all “oh please, vampire king, please don’t bite me”.

It takes Debbie a while to settle in, but maybe she meets one of your spawn to gets on with well, or she doesn’t at all. Maybe she just takes the time to heal and find herself when she sees her sons are happy.

You end up getting the shovel talk from her though, which all your direct descendants peek around the corner of the doorway to watch. Somehow you look meek as she points a finger at you and tell you to treat her son right and with respect.

I haven’t read very far in the comics so I cant tell you what happens after this, but Mark will have you by his side when everything goes down, and that might help change it to a more positive outcome.

It might help to have a lover who isn’t held back by his humanity and morals. You are more than willing to turn entire planets into your mindless spawn if it means keeping your dear ones safe. It does lead to a horrible argument and Mark not talking to you for a while, but he forgives you at some point.

Reading his secret fanfic does help with that, even if it means you have to dress like a man from the current era, style your hair and stalk him when he sleeps (as if you don’t already do that).

Being a super ancient and rich vampire also means you can pile gifts on Mark, Oliver and Debbie. Mostly Mark, but you don’t want his kin to be left out. So, Mark gets to live out his nerdy dreams to the extreme.

You’ll remodel a whole part of your house for him if it comes down to it. Your direct spawn will coo at you becoming soft. You let them, for now, but you’ll get your revenge, especially seeing them all tied around the Grayson’s fingers too.

You are so used to dealing with the GDA that it also isn’t hard to keep them at bay, how are they gonna invade a place that’s existed longer than democracy? You will burn the whole place down if you have too. Anything for your nerdy little hero.

[midnightshindig]

Rex x reader angst where during the lizard league fight, his s/o caught the lizard king about to shoot rex in the head but pushed him away in time to take the bullet from him. I'd love to see them recovering together at the hospital and him being protective of his s/o after that incident 🙏🙏

Rex Splode X Gn!Reader

Season Two spoilers!!

so let’s get the obvious out of the way

rex just straight up murders the lizard league en masse

all those fuckers are DEAD, he is PISSED

The GPA soldiers find him rocking back and forth with you in his arms, trying to pick you up but failing because he’s just so shell shocked and stunned by his own fear and rage

They have to sedate him to get him to let them treat you he’s so scared to let you go

he wakes up like a day later and immediately rips out his IV to find you

its not hard, seeing as he’s literally a door down from you

Cecil isn’t please at Rex’s carelessness but like FUCK Cecil rn because Y/n is in peril oh my god oh my god

Rex is tweaaaaking

Like they’re debating sedating him again

but it’s okay because he calms down once he sees you

fucking moron McGee over here immediately yells at you

”Y/N ARE YOU OKAY— ITHOUGJTYPU WERE DE-HE-HE-HEAAAADDDD!!” He starts just bawling, sliding down the wall next to you

like this guy is peak emotional disaster rn

the drugs in his system are maybe making him a little loopy

hes totally convinced you’re in a coma, but you sit up after a minute, peering down over the hospital bed railing at him

”Honey?” your voice is inquisitive and plain, you don’t really notice your state

He shoots up from the floor and takes you by the shoulders, shaking you viciously

“YOURE ALIVE!!!”

“WUA-WUA-WOAH—- REX!!” You giggle, your head cranking back and forth as he shakes you

A nurse smacks the shit out of his hand

oh my god his hand

you wince, noticing it

“Oh my god your hand…”

Rex looks from his hand to your face, eyes filled with blood and bandages circling your head, bits of hair poking through the bandages

His eyes widen “Oh my god your HEAD?!!”

You reach up and feel the bandages

”Oh. Wild!!!” You’re fucking hyped, asking the nurse for a hand mirror, she leaves and returns with one as you check yourself out

”Yooooo my hair is gonna look sick as fuck! I’m so glad I saved you, can you imagine Rex Splode without his fuckboy man bun?”

you’re not taking this seriously at all

its kind of pissing Rex off ngl

“How can you say that?!” He furrows his brow, looking around the room hopelessly

“You could’ve died for that, you would have died if these people hadn’t put your ass back together-“ he’s getting heated again, and you stare up at him confusedly from the hospital bed

He paces around the room, his natural hand pulling at the root of his hair

”I mean fuck- Y/n- what would I do without you?”

you narrow your eyes at him. What right did he have to lecture you? You saved his life!

“ I imagine you’d be dead, Rex. Without me, that is.”

the room goes quiet.

he starts to cry again

its less panicky, and more of a restrained whimper, as he chokes back the tears.

Even now, he’s trying to be strong for you

How can you stay mad at him?

”Ugh…” you groan as you pull yourself to sit up against the pillows, opening an arm for him to give you a hug

and he does, he’s gentle and cautious, but he slots himself between your open arm and torso, laying his head against your cheek and shoulder

”God I love you so much- don’t you ever do some stupid ass shit like that again- okay?” He pulls away, making eye contact “Let them shoot me, I’m a tough guy, I can take it.”

you shake your head sternly “You’re just as important to me, Rex. Someone has to look out for you.”

You place his palm over your chest, his hand clenching the fabric over it as he quietly stifles a sob

“Don’t forget, Rex, I’m tough too.”

how could he ever forget?

Both of you were left with permanent reminders of the battle, your eye had been replaced with a cybernetic one, and Rex was still adjusting to his new hand.

but you made it a couples activity, dedicating nights just to retraining your bodies

This mostly meant eye spy and darts, which to be fair, was right good fun

especially when Rex pulled out two hard lemonades to up the stakes

He’s so overly protective of you in combat, to the point he threatens Cecil directly for sending you on a solo mission without telling him

Cecil tells you that you need to get him the fuck under control or else he’d have to be benched

“Rex, seriously, what the fuck?!”

Your tone is sharp and accusatory

”What do you mean?! He was sending you to deal with this fucking dragon thing ALONE!” He’s not angry with you, but he’s angry nonetheless and he’s always had issues directing his anger

”You can’t do stuff like that! You’re going to get yourself fucking killed, Y/n- That thing could’ve killed you- why are you being so stupid!!!?”

You raise your eyebrows at him in shock and surprise “Rex Sloan don’t you ever call me stupid again.”

cold. the room goes quiet, and cold.

He shuffles his feet a little, stuffing his preciously-waving hands into the pockets of his sweatpants

”….”

he can’t meet your eyes

you sigh, pinching your temple

”Look, I know you’re worried, but I was a superhero before, I’m a superhero now. Dying has always been part of the deal.”

He can’t meet your eyes, he’s quiet, but he’s bubbling, about to burst.

“Rex, say something… please.”

He inhaled sharply, strong, more air than he needs because he immediately sighs it all out

”Y/n, you almost died protecting me. The thought of you getting really hurt, like irreversibly hurt, tortures me.”

He takes a step towards you, resting his palm on your cheek

”I don’t know what I’d do if anything bad happened to you, if you died. Fuck…” he grits his teeth, looking away again, his hand and body tenses at the thought

“But-“ he sighs again, turning to face you “You’re right, you’re not stupid, you’re brilliant you’re the baddest ass I know. You saved my life and I’m the one babying you.”

He swallows his spite, and swallows his pride, and spits out an “I���m sorry.”

Thats all you needed, and you press a kiss to his forehead

”It’s okay, honey, let’s just go apologize to Cecil, okay?”

He’s reluctant, but with your hand guiding him, he agrees “Mmokay. But!” He sticks up a finger “promise me you’ll be careful, okay?”

you smile back at him, locking pinkies “Of course, I promise.”

[hihellomy]

SAHSRAU IDEA

WARNING:Religious themes, cult themes, semi existencisl crisis, Boothill leaks(backstory)

Now listen ever since Boothill leaks dropped of his backstory i hated the IPC, and then i went on to learn more about them and damn. If Sahsr were real theyd be dead by now.

Like i take my hatred seriously, i just started Topaz's quest and i was nitpicking the most humbling options and the ones that were most pessimistic towards IPC, i decided to not pull ANY IPC CHARACTER, Topaz, Aventurine, Jade, Im not pulling any of them, f the shield and f the treasure, and my love for Boothill is visible, hes the reason i redownloaded (i was still very much in the tutorial part) and kept the game this time, and while my saving could have been bigger(i got a bit greedy on standard pulls) their at 110 with no pity on both character and weapon banner, i am getting that mf

And thew self aware lenses the Astral express is debating, the IPC arent perfect, yes, but they have friends there, they DID help places, but their grace refused to have anything even remotely positive towards them, should they...cut off all ties? If it pleases their grace maybe, and they cant deny how valid your concerns are, they are bad people, they have disapointed their grace, in fact youd be happy if they got wiped wouldnt you? No, youd want them alive. To torture them, and then... For their last breath will serve as a suficient offering

The IPC meanwhile are sweating bullets, some of them are aware of how rotten they are, some genuanly believe they are good, Topaz unfortunatly falls into the second category, she and Numpy are reaching high and low for only the best treasure for your offerings, pleading, begging you to forgive their actions, and maybe you could, if she felt and never looked back, burning away what was left, Aventurine's hands better off being choped off, its vibrating from panic, hes pacing back and forth, chewing on his glowes, can he even leave if he wanted to? who would he turn to? what would he do then? He may have been blessed by Mama Fengu but you... You are anything else, he doesnt like the IPC either but he knows that if you could, youd travel back in time and give him the coldest responses, and death threats behind that beautiful, safe screen. Jade, Miss Jade, Powerful and in control Jade, knew she was the most screwed from the three, it was no secret, what she did to Aventurine, her slaves, they held their usual expressions but she knew they were smilling on the inside, awaiting your rescuse from her hands, she knows turning over a new lief wasnt an option, youd just laugh at the idea she could reddem what she did, all she can do is call Diamond and seek a solution, what else is there

Boothill, Ive never seen him happier, he cant wait for hes release, for you to come pick him up, get him a brand new gun, give him all those thingamagics to make him stronger, to better make you happy, you care so much about him, hes your favorite, he hopes youll be happy w ith his trial and still choose him, hell do his best there! Oh he can already hear and see it all when the prophecy comes true, for when that stupid, cage breaks.... The wedding bells... The little rascals.... He already has a few names planned! Isnt he so great?

[parrythisucasual]

no pressure ofc but may i request a jax x reader where the reader is basically a ball jointed doll with some of the parts made of a soft playdoh material that can be shaped? i have no idea if that makes sense lmao. if not feel free to just do a normal bjd! as for story specifics ive been on a hurt/comfort kick tonight so maybe reader has joint pain or smth?

feel free to put your own spin on things! ive loved basically everything ive seen of yours in the jax x reader tag so im sure itll be great.

OKAY I WENT A BIT OVERBOARD AND I ACTUALLY HAD TO CUT IT SHORT DUE TO GOING TO A PARTY. I LOVED WRITING THIS STORY AND IM MORE THAN WILLING TO DO A PART 2 TO END IT A BIT MORE SATIFINGLY

HOPE YOU ENJOY, ANON!!!!

Jax x Doll! Reader

You were tossing and turning in your bed. No matter how you lay, your joint always managed to get caught on your sheets or blankets. It doesn't seem bad, in theory, but it was terribly painful. You finally settle in a spot, sighing happily. 

“SH(boing)T!” you yelp, jerking so hard you nearly fall out of bed. Your knee had pinched the blanket. You throw the sheets off, tears of anger (and probably pain) pricking the corners of your eyes. You swing your legs off the side of the bed, deciding to go for a mid-sleep walk. You’d say midnight, but there isn’t exactly a night here.

Trudging from your room, you walk up the halls. Your joints, your annoying burdens, click with each step. You feel a pang of jealousy; the others in the circus didn’t have any problems with their new bodies. If you really had to be a doll, why couldn’t have you been a plush one, like Ragatha? Instead, you’re stuck with stupid ball joints and silicone. It sucks.

As you pass by his room, you find you’re not alone in your restlessness. The sound is faint, but you can hear the floor creaking in Jax’s room. You pause outside his door, wondering what he could possibly be up to. 

The creaking passes from left to right as if he was simply walking back and forth in his room. As if he was pacing. You frown, debating whether or not you should knock. Maybe something was bothering him?

You shake your head, turning away. Jax wouldn’t talk to you, what are you thinking? You’d ask him if hes okay and he’d gaslight you into thinking he’d been asleep, into thinking you’d interrupted his night. He wasn’t the kind of guy to admit to his problems, not the type to care about yours.

You start up the hall once more, mind settling on the digital lake. At very least you could relax to the Lake_Ambiance.mp3 and watch the digital water move.

Crack

You let out a sharp yell, falling to the ground. Your knee had locked up, twisting at just the right angle the joint wouldn’t move anymore. God, it felt just like a sprained ankle. You hiss, gripping your knee in your hands. The tears really do come now, rolling down your cheeks in an oddly realistic fashion for this digital realm. Well, at least your night couldn’t get any worse.

“What, you forgot how to walk or something?” Dear god, it got worse. You glance behind you, the familiar smug grin staring you in the face. Jax’s confidence falters, very plainly, when he sees your tears. He raised a brow, “Oh, come on, you just fell. Are the waterworks really necessary?”

You try to stretch your knee out, yelping when it doesn’t budge, “It’s not just a fall you ignorant little- AUGH!” you give up trying to move your leg, resolving to simply lean back, giving yourself room to breathe.

Jax trots over, bending down and inspecting your knee, “How’d you manage this?” he reaches out and your stomach drops, “No, don’t!” He freezes, the surprise plain on his face, “Why not? I can snap it back into place easy as-”

“You stupid rabbit, it hurts!” you practically wail. He sits back, “Don’t be stupid, (Y/N), we’re digital now. Can’t get hurt. Can’t die.”

You turn your face away from him, growling slightly, “Clearly, I’m different. Not like you’d care, right? Too busy shoving your head up your own a(honk).” Jax doesn’t react to this, much to your surprise. Instead, he silently stands up, walking up the hall, one hand on his hip.

“Wait, where are you going? Jax?” you regret what you said immediately, you really didn’t want to be alone with this right now. “You won’t let me help you, I’m going to find Caine.”

“You’re… huh?” you blink, confused. Jax shrugs, “If it hurts that bad, why would I leave you like that?” You aren’t sure whether or not he really was going to find Caine, but with the lack of arrogance about him, you decide to trust him, “Alright… thank you.”

He doesn’t respond, merely gives a dorky salute as he rounds the corner. As the minutes pass, you begin to wonder whether or not you should have believed him. Just as you were about to give up hope, Caine appeared at the end of the hall, flanked by Jax.

“Oh, dear, oh dear! Would you look at that!” Caine’s annoying grandeur made your head hurt, but you couldn’t have been more relieved. With a simple snap of his fingers, your leg righted itself without pain. “Now then, anything else I can do for you, my dear (Y/N)?” the eccentric ringleader asked. You shake your head, a relieved sigh escaping from your chest.

“Excellent! Well, off to bed with you!” he zipped back into the air, “I was busy, after all.” Caine darted away, leaving you alone with Jax once more. He seemed off, not grinning as he usually did. You’re not sure what to say, until-

“Are you okay now?” he asks, looking anywhere but your face. “Um… yeah, now I am,” you start to sit up, and Jax rushes to your side, grabbing your hand and practically lifting you to your feet himself. “Are… you okay?” you ask, “you’re acting way different.”

Jax finally looks at you, “Why wouldn’t you tell anyone you were in pain? Are you really that thick? Any of us would’ve helped you! Any of us would be there for you!” he snapped, seemingly angry you’d hidden this.

“I… I didn’t want to burden anyone…” you admit, a bit shocked. “Burden us? Are you kidding?” his voice grew louder, making you wince, “you think your health is a burden? You moron, you’re-” he stopped suddenly, noticing your expression.

“I-I’m sorry… I-I…” He sighed, interrupting your shaky apology, “Next time, come to me. Okay? I don’t want to see you get hurt. (Y/N)...” he hesitated, “I just… I really care about you. Please, don’t hesitate to tell me you’re in pain.” He gathered himself, then placed a quick kiss on your forehead before darting into his room with a final, “Night.”

[luigilore]

Mandy omg don’t even get me started… I don’t smoke like that but— drunk me? Oh shit, I will be having a cig🙈nothing hits more than a drunk smoke, it hits different.

Now im imagining being at the club w Lu and his UPenn friends, after many rounds of shots and dancing around eachothers body heat, we head outside waiting for an uber, the time being 2 am. It’s just you and Lu, heading back to his place ;). You open your purse and bring out a pack of gold skinny Marlboros and lu sighs and says “baby you know those aren’t good for, I don’t know why you even have those in your possession” and you just look at him while the cig is in your mouth, cute eye roll as you light. “Oh my god lu, you know I don’t even smoke like that. Relax, it’s just a way to calm my drunk self down” and then Lu would def sway his hands as the smoke hits him😭 “just try it baby, one hit, it won’t hurt. Besides, you’ll see what I mean when I say smoking after drinking will always hit” you say. “No way, no thanks. I really don’t like seeing you smoke” after a few minutes of convincing, if you will, lu finally gives in. “Alright alright. Fine. JUST one. That’s it.” He inhales and makes a sour face but deep down..tolerates it, likes it even. “You know…I want to hate it, but, it kinda tastes like black coffee. I guess I see why people find it enjoyable. But never again, I can already feel my lungs starting to turn black”

Ughhhh and imagine just smoking and getting horny: you and lu have a penthouse in NYC and you’re smoking in your balcony in your silk top and silk bottoms with your hair blown out naturally and as you’re smoking, lu comes out of the bathroom from his shower and heads towards you, hands going around your waist and kissing your neck from behind. You finish smoking and put it out and then start making out and take it to bed…oh god I need his dick I mean him free

ohhh anon u scratched my brain so good with this THANK YOU!

oh im the exact same way like a cig will be had sorry! like the amount of drunk cigs ive had dt w frat bros is ridiculous... i have been back n forth w myself re this Very Important debate of has he indulged... like he was in a frat so SURELY but also idk what phi psi was getting up to lol

but yeah now mr 'coffee is ur morning bump of coke' is judging omg stopppp ur waiting for ur uber and u pull them out of ur purse and he's immediately rolling his eyes lol like arms crossed and u pout at him talking around the cig as u light it (hot af btw)... he eventually takes it and im laughing it him holding it freakishly weird like w/ the tips of his thumb and index finger... wants to hate it and does not... very much struggles to admit that to you though lmfao

to me it's sexy af like idc ... i am 100% seeing ur vision like ughhh after a few glasses of wine, silk pjs on STAHPPP omg omg

[miraculousmultifan]

would you love me if i was a lobster?

hi!! its been a while since ive done one of these, but inspiration struck hard for this one. so this little drabble was written for the November 10th STWG daily prompt: "I can explain!" ~~~

When Steve walked into the grocery store looking for ingredients to cook himself another dinner by himself, he really expected to just be in and out. Grab a couple things and go.

The problem arrived when he stepped into the fish section. He was just going to grab a filet of salmon and be on his merry way, but no. There was a man dressed like a lobster standing in his way. He had his face pressed up against the glass of the lobster tank, and he kept muttering things that Steve only caught short snippets of.

“I’ll… free… soon.”

“... claws… your master!”

Sighing deeply, Steve tried to maneuver around the guy, but it was like he suddenly developed a sixth sense for knowing when people were approaching him. Next thing he knew, the guy was whirling around to face him with an angry expression, only to flounder when he made eye contact with Steve.

He looked back and forth between the lobster tank and Steve like he was trying to figure out whether he should abandon… whatever he was doing and run away to avoid talking to Steve, or stay and… continue fogging up the glass with his warm breath.

Hey, now that Steve was paying more attention, the guy kind of looked like… Eddie Munson?

“Munson?” Steve asked and squinted, still not sure whether his eyes were deceiving him. “Is that you?”

Immediately, Munson stood up taller and raised his, uh… claws up in surrender. “I can explain! Just… um, give me a minute to figure out what to say.”

The longer they stood there, the more details Steve was slowly picking up on. For example, Munson’s eyes were so bloodshot that he was ninety-five percent sure the dude was incredibly high, and he kept squeezing the costume’s claws together like he was partly convinced he was a lobster. 

Everyone else in the store seemed to be giving them a wide berth, but Steve was uncomfortably arriving at the conclusion that the spectacle was kind of… endearing. He found himself having to hide a smile behind his hand while Eddie turned back to the lobsters in the tank and started asking them to help him come up with an excuse.

Deciding to play along and maybe have a little fun, Steve sidled up to the tank to crouch down beside Munson and whisper playfully, “Is this some sort of jailbreak thing?” Munson yelped and jumped back to gape at Steve, who responded only by grinning up at him and laughing at his reaction. “Aw. What, I can’t know about it? How do you expect to free a bunch of lobsters in broad daylight all by yourself?”

Munson seemed to think on that for a little bit (debating the pros and cons, Steve assumed) before he stuck his hand out for Steve to shake, a mischievous twinkle in his sweet brown doe eyes. “Alright, Harrington. You’ve convinced me. I can’t wait to raise a lobster army with you.”

Steve refused to acknowledge how Eddie Munson’s goofy antics were making him feel all fuzzy and warm inside. Sure, he’s funny, but in a weird way, not a cute way… Right? 

Steve tried not to let his growing blush show as he shook Eddie’s hand firmly. He’s just high, Steve. He’s not flirting with you. “It would be an honor.”

(Spoiler alert, past-Steve: he was totally flirting with you).

[2000sangel]

d... deltarune matchups...!! well im shameless so ill ask for one...

basic info .... hi my name is rhyme. im 5'2, i speak english and study japanese. im a gay trans man he/they

im a theater kid. im an evil twink. i never shut up. i lowkey have a superiority/inferiority complex. i love performing and being the center of attention. im spiky. i just say whatever i think . i have been described as "if a non sequitur was a person" which i'll choose to take positively

as previously mentioned im 5'2, im v thin, i have short dark hair and super pale skin so im basically the platonic ideal of a natural emo boy . however i dont really dress emo i dont think? typically im wearing an oversized tee shirt and shorts and a black cap. if im feeling like it, i'll put on low effort guyliner

im a fiend for coca cola ... i have consumed so much coke that ive had to cut down on account of getting a kidney stone. by the time im 60 i'll be pissing out kidney stones like nobody's business. other than that im not much of a foodie (but i do like sweet things....) . i like watching off-kilter anime the most, but i do also like just about any genre if i think it's good...! that's most of the stuff i watch, although it's not to say i don't like watching other kinds of shows and movies

like i said, i'm a theater kid, so that makes up a bunch of my time (and i guess can be considered a hobby?) , i love love love singing and acting and performing in general. i feel like i belong on stage or behind a microphone. i also draw, translate, and work with vocal synthesizers!

dislikes... i don't like people who pretend like theyre Soooo Weird when theyre actually just normies. sorry. i dislike excessive negativity. i don't like too hot food

my type...i dont necessarily have a type BUT it's a dealbreaker if they're shorter than me. i like someone taller than me, even if by a little bit. other than that i don't really mind body type. i like people who smile <3

my only request is please dont pair me up with a lady because im gggayyyy

ummm thats all i can think of yeah u_u thank you... thank you...

Good day Rhyme! Good choice being shameless, we’re here to have fun!

I debated for a while on your guy, until I ultimately decided to match you with...

Mr. Ant Tenna!

Honestly, where do I even begin? I think you two would have a blast dating each other. You’re into theatre, he’s a TV Show host, I don’t think things would ever get boring whether you’re on stage or not. You never shut up? Good, neither does he! It’s always a back and forth between you guys, and sooner than you know, you’ve stayed up too late chatting the other’s ear off.

You’re the human equivalent of a non sequitur? He’s the Darkner equivalent of having an answer ready for anything. No matter what you say he’s always going to follow you up in a matter of seconds, he is used to performing and talking non-stop after all, as well as interacting with a large variety of individuals who might be more or less talkative.

Tenna quite bluntly finds you delightful enough to appeal to spectators during his shows and wants you on stage or set with him: it’s fine if you say no, but it’s even more fine if you say yes! You can co-host sometimes, or put your knowledge of vocal synthesizers into work if he ever needs that kind of thing if you’d prefer. Whether you decide to participate or not, he will not give up on involving you in some way, and he’ll still want some of your fun contribution on the games and quizzes that happen during his show.

Something fun about him is that if you do end up working together, he’ll always find some time to bring you something sweet to eat during breaks, and he might even indulge you on your cola obsession...before he realizes how bad it is for you, of course! He would never want to hurt you at all, he actually hates the idea of doing so even by mistake. (he really hopes you know that, by the way!!) Anyways...in return, you might want to bring him a coffee or two...he will greet you with the goofiest and most thankful grin!

Surprisingly enough he likes your style; not to say it’s bad of course! He just strikes me as a more elegant-leaning individual. That’s true for himself though, and he doesn’t really mind what his partner might wear, even if it’s something pretty casual and simple, not overly maximalist ...Do you like pins? He might gift you a couple related to his TV Time, a little merchandise has never hurt anybody after all!

Don’t worry about weirdness, Tenna is a bit (a lot) of a weirdo for sure, in the good way. He’s dramatic, a bit obnoxious at times, he’s so expressive and makes so many sound effects related to what’s happening that I’m not sure if anybody could be more expressive than that. He might disturb your peace at first on a particular day where you’d like some quiet around you, but rest assured you’re in for dating a character!

One more little thing about you loving to perform, before I forget; Tenna loves watching you as much as you love watching Tenna! Whatever show or play you might be a part of, he will be there, cheering for you and nudging whoever is sat next to him just to whisper, “That’s my boyfriend!” very dramatically (and proudly). Please show as much enthusiasm towards what he does! He values your opinion very much.

You like people who smile? He’s got an award-winning smile for sure! But in couples it’s common to have a few issues occasionally, and yours is that his smile might turn into a frown if you’re not very enthusiastic about his doings, as aforementioned. He takes it personally if you don’t compliment him much for a while, and admittedly mopes a bit. Though it gets easier as the relationship progresses, don’t you worry; and his grin is back as soon as you go full-on chatterbox mode on him again!

Also...he really likes your name. It’s fun and unique to him, and he might make stupid endearing jokes or puns involving it. Not that he knows much about character ships in communities, but he insists that people call you two ‘TV-Rhyme’, that’s your official ship name and he will even go as far as using it while on air for introductions...!

[kakashixhatakesxwhore]

Such Effort IV

Pairing: Hatake Kakashi x f!Reader

W/c: 2.9k

Warnings: Sooo much swearing (it's the inclusion of brother!Genma, honest), a bit of drug talk, Kakashi being jealous and lowk following our girl at the end

Summary Post 🔮🔮 Masterlist

Previous Part

"I love you."

He pressed a kiss to your forehead quickly as he walked by, sweeping through the kitchen. You smiled, turning to pick up the plate of sugar cookies you had made for your brother and his friends. Walking him to the door, you replied, "I love you too, Genma. Have fun."

"Are you sure you don't want to come with me?"

Narrowing your eyes, you debated the verity of his offer. When he asked you last night, to go out to an izakaya with him and his friends, you thought it was a complete joke. Plus, you were too concerned with Kakashi's torpid state to consider anything else - as far as you knew, last night, you could've still been by Kakashi's bedside tonight.

"I have to go to Ka- a patient's apartment to drop off a tincture," you told him, placing the dish of cookies into his hands. "So, unless you want to wait for me to get ready, then wait for me to make a pitstop-"

"Cripes," Genma interrupted, hanging is head dramatically. "Do you want to come out or not?"

"Give me a couple minutes," you grinned. A flash of brown darted across the corner of your eye and you turned your head to see Gerald, peeking out behind a wall. You smiled back at Genma, "Gerald can keep you company while you wait."

"I'm not playing with some rodent."

"He's just as good to talk to."

"Unfortunately, sweet sister, I'm not fucking insane like you."

You turned to go to your bedroom, calling behind you in a tone to match your brother's sickly sweet one, "It's hereditary, boring brother - the whimsy will infect you eventually."

Sighing, Genma shook his head and leaned against the wall, settling to play with his senbon against his lip. You always worried he would cut himself, or worse, fall onto it one day. But the idiot never listened to you. About anything.

With quite the hurry in your step, you went off to your bedroom and put on a nice black dress. It had long sleeves and a turtleneck, with a slimming cut to the dress itself. Every girl should have a simple black dress, they're quite the staple, you thought while smoothing the fabric over your hips in the mirror.

"Bitch, hurry up! I'm getting old out here!" Genma yelled, voice muffled some by the walls between you.

You gathered up the tincture of silver liquid that you spent the better part of an hour slaving away at, then came out of your bedroom with a huff, "You were already old, and don't call me a bitch."

"Bitch, bitch, bitch," he taunted. Beneath your skin, your blood started to boil as you slid on your sandals and picked up your cloak from the closet. Looking at the skirt of your dress, Genma hummed, "I will say, I like your dress, though."

"Yeah, like a bitch," you quipped, throwing the red satin over your shoulders before securing it closed and sliding the tincture into the pocket of your cloak. Brushing past Genma, you opened the door and said, "Well, c'mon then."

"Such a bitch," he sighed, following after you as you left the house. Giving him nothing more than a dismissive wave, you tried to not let his assholery affect you. Only a few paces away from the house, he asked, "Where's Kapatian's apartment, anyway?"

"What the fuck are you talking about now, you daft prick?" You asked, exasperated with your brother.

Sharply, Genma hissed, "Watch your tone. I'm repeating what you said earlier, about the pitstop you have to make."

"I said a patient's apartment."

"Then where'd the K come from?"

You smiled at your brother beside you, nudging his shoulder with yours. You couldn't help but giggle as you said, "Maybe the Shiranui Insanity caught up to you before you were even made aware."

As you walked down the street with Genma, the two of you squabbled. Bickering back and forth, hurling curse words and rude names. It was quite the distraction, as you tried to find Kakashi's apartment for the very first time.

His file, bullet-proof and under so much yellow tape it made your head spin, included his address. Nothing could have been more relieving after you had to jump through all of those hoops, but that relief quickly faded away as you continued to read his file. It was only fair, Kakashi had read yours, and his was heavily redacted anyway.

But what you could read...

Man, there was some horrifying shit in there.

"Can you just tell me who your fucking patient is, please?" Genma groaned as the two of you approached Kakashi's complex.

"No, and stay out here."

"Get fucked! Stay out here, she says! It's cold!"

Pulling open the door to Kakashi's building, you huffed, "Fine, then stay in the lobby."

"You've got me on the edge of my seat, and you expect me to wait down here? Nuh uh," Genma argued, following behind you as you opened the door to the staircase. Unable to stop talking, Genma added, "I'm dying to see who you worked an impromptu 48-hour shift at the infirmary for."

"God, Almighty, you are so nosey."

"What can I say? I live for the grapevine."

Mercifully, Genma just muttered to himself for the rest of your ascension of the stairs. When the two of you finally hit the fourth floor, your brother was too out of breath to speak. That was the most gracious victory you had been afforded since the morning.

As you lead your brother down the creaky hallway, you scanned the identical green doors for the number 44. It was at the very end of the hallway, facing the Eastern view the building provided.

"Can you please-?" You asked in a hiss, stopping in front of the door. Genma looked at you, realizing how close he was standing and took a step back. "You're pissing me off right now."

"Mind your manners," he whispered. "Stay professional while you're visiting patients."

"Bite me." You turned your attention to the door, raising your hand to knock, but it swung open before you got the chance. Eyes widening, you stuttered, "He-hell-hello!"

Hell, is what you wanted to say. Kakashi clearly had full control over his faculties, and he seemed so different from when you discharged him just this afternoon. This Kakashi didn't seem the type to hold your fruit for you; he didn't look like he would gaze up at you at all, let alone half as kindly as he had only a few short hours ago. Oh, no, this Kakashi looked mean, and suddenly, you understood every story Kasumi had told you.

It panged you. Kakashi had his senses about him now, fully. And he wasn't thinking about the two of you being lovers anymore, or so you thought.

"What are you doing here?" He asked, voice imposing and sharp as a razor's edge. Kakashi's revealed eye was trained on Genma, boring holes through his skull, not paying you a sliver of attention.

"My sister asked me to come with her. My little sister. My kid sister," Genma spat in response, trying to match Kakashi's stare but not holding a candle.

Leave it to Genma to try and challenge someone he knew he would never stand a chance against. For such stupid reasons too, always. Too protective, too hotheaded.

"Alright, this is not what we came here to do," you said with a soft clap, pulling Genma's attention to you. Kakashi maintained his gaze on your brother as you pulled the mixture from the pocket of your cloak. You extended it to Kakashi, but he didn't even look at it. Trying to capture his eye, you said, "It's all good to go. You need to- Kakashi- pay attention to me."

Like a shot, Kakashi's head snapped to you and his eye instantly softened. You could see, just behind his pupil, there was something on the tip of his tongue, but it never came.

"Okay, two drops down your throat, every two or three hours, for the next four days - got that?"

"I- mmph- I understand," Kakashi groaned, holding his hand to the side of him with the stab wound. Instantly, you came forward, batting away his hands. He hummed, letting you apply pressure to different spots. "I think you might have to give me a check-up, before you go. I'm in rough shape."

"Hey, hey, hey, now." Fucking Genma. "Y/n and I are running late as it is. The clinician is just as good for a check-up, if there's actually something wrong."

Feeling a prickle, you just sighed. Before Kakashi said whatever menacing thing he was gearing up to say, you shook your head at Genma, saying, "What happened to keep it professional?"

"Y/n, be serious-"

"Shut up," you simply said.

Genma's mouth stopped moving to create sound, now only twirling the senbon over the corner of his bottom lip. In a quick motion, you grabbed the plate of sugar cookies from him. "Hey-"

"Bitch," you said dismissively, stepping backward, into Kakashi's enveloping warmth. "I'll meet up with you at Kinka's, it's fine."

"Ugh, whatever, slut," Genma scoffed, turning on his heel to walk back down the hallway.

Feeling Kakashi lunge behind you, you blocked his way with your body. Backing you both into his apartment, you let the door fall shut as you turned to him, looking up with a smile.

"I'll kill him," Kakashi seethed, staring straight through the door.

You chuckled, putting the cold tincture against his chest to make him look at you. It did, and the imprint of a smile came through Kakashi's mask. You chided, "Not unless you want me to stop talking to you, forever."

"Why, though?" He asked you seriously.

Kakashi pulled you to his body by your waist and guided you through his barren, dark apartment to sit on the edge of his bed. There was nowhere else to sit in the entire room, except one, singular chair sat by a small table, or the floor.

"'Cause he's my brother, and I love him dearly," you answered honestly, putting the dish down on the bed and unscrewing the dropper cap for the tincture.

Letting your response hang in the air, you squeezed the top of the dropper a few times as Kakashi sat in front of you, mixing the liquid around and collecting a sizeable amount in the dropper, itself. You pulled it out, the narrow tube filled with glistening, silver liquid that caught the shreds of light in Kakashi's apartment nicely. You looked up at him, as he watched you intensely.

"Open up, Kakashi."

"Try again."

"Please, would you open your mouth for me?"

"Slightly better, but massive room for improvement. Try again," he purred lazily, though his eye glittered with amusement.

You sighed, "Open sesame?" Kakashi gave you a flat look. Shaking your head, you held the dropped up higher, finally giving in as you said, "Say 'ah' for me, pretty boy."

"Mm. Pretty boy," he repeated lowly, finally moving to pull down his mask and opened his mouth.

The second his hand came to his face, you looked away, letting him aim the dropper into his mouth, himself. When he tapped his tooth against the glass, you let two drops fall before you returned the dropper to the tincture. Out of the corner of your eye, you could still see his pale face, and so kept your head turned.

Silence clung to every molecule in the air, filling up your chest with a special brand of anxiety. Why Kakashi wasn't putting his mask back on, you had no idea - you already felt poorly enough about having seen his face this morning, while he was too drugged to care.

"Please, look at me."

His whisper was almost too low for you to hear, and too soft for you to believe.

"Hm?"

"Look at me like you looked at me this morning."

For safety reasons, Kakashi wasn't allowed to keep his mask on while in the infirmary. After your lead medic was done, you saw to it that the sheet over his body be kept right to the bridge of his nose. He liked that privacy, and you didn't want to infringe upon it.

And then he woke up. It didn't seem like privacy was even a thought in his mind this morning, smiling like a dope, carelessly, soaking up every, last drop from those painkiller-drips. It had warmed you heart, and you worried if that Kakashi only came as a byproduct of the morphine. You supposed you were wrong, as you turned your head slowly.

"You're very handsome, Kakashi," you mumbled, taking in the sharpness of his jaw like you had only a few hours ago. His perfect, slightly upturned nose, and his sculpted cheekbones. The mole under the left corner of his lip just tied his whole face together, truly establishing him as a work of art. "So, so handsome."

"Do you like me better when you can see my face?" He teased in a low tone.

You grinned, "No, sweetheart, I like you the same amount, all the time." A small smile ghosted over Kakashi's lips as he pulled at the loose fabric around his neck. You clapped, saying, "Okay, where are you hurting?"

"All over."

"Not helpful." And so obviously untrue.

"What can I say, I'm not a medic," he said with a shrug, eye darting to the plate that sat beside the two of you. "What's under the foil?"

"Kinako sugar cookies," you replied. Kakashi hummed hungrily and you took that as your cue to uncover them. Twenty white cookies stared up at you and Kakashi as his jaw dropped. You chuckled, "What? Are these your favourite cookies, or something?"

"I do love kinako powder in desserts," Kakashi acquiesced, picking up a cookie. "But... they're so... perfect. Did you... make these?"

"Yeah, when I got home after your discharge," you beamed, proud of your baking. Kakashi wowed, turning the cookie over in his hands before biting an edge frugally. You laughed, "There are nineteen more cookies on the plate, why are we rationing?"

"Because there are only nineteen left," he hummed deeply, closing his eyes as he took a larger bite. He looked at the top of the cookie again, smiling and asking, "Why the little men?"

"Oh, don't mind them," you sighed, picking up your own cookie. You looked at the imprint on the cookie with a small smile. "They're supposed to be ninjas, with the little headband ribbons behind them, fluttering in the wind, y'know?"

"I see it."

"I've only got the one sugar cookie press," you confessed. The way Kakashi looked at you put you at ease to go on, "It was my mum's. Like a lot of my stuff is." As you played with your cloak in your free hand, Kakashi motioned to it, mouth full of cookie. You chuckled, "No, my dad brought this one, and a matching cloak for Genma too, that he never wore... But this brooch, my bike, my mouse - they're all my mum's."

Kakashi smiled a bit, holding his hand over his mouth. Swallowing thickly, he asked, "Gerald is your mum's?"

"Was, yeah," you affirmed. Kakashi's eyes got a bit sad, but you smiled. Only you were allowed to be sad about what happened to dear old Mum and Dad. "She had a very keen eye for the finer things in life, and she passed that down to me - I hope."

"It's refreshing to hear someone have something nice to say about their parents."

"I'm glad you're refreshed," you teased, standing up from his bed. "Anyway, if you're doing alright, I should head out. Genma will be nicer the sooner I get to the izakaya."

"I should come with you," Kakashi said quickly, standing up even faster. Too fast for his torn up abdomen to handle, as he pressed a hand against his side and gritted his teeth.

Putting a hand on his shoulder, you rubbed a small circle until the pain subsided from his face. You shook your head, telling him, "You should stay here and rest." Kakashi just looked at the plate of cookies, sitting on the bed. "I'll leave them, if you wish. Including the dish."

"I like it when you rhyme for me, angel," Kakashi murmured, still not looking at you. "But you only have the one dish of cookies. I can't do that to you."

"Of course you can, pretty boy," you laughed, making him look at you with a dashing smile. You pursed your lips, biting back your own smile. "I've got a clan of sugar-cookie-men, at home. Please don't worry about me."

With his short nod, you smiled and turned around, going back to Kakashi's door. He followed closely behind you, heat coming off of him in waves. Smiling down at you, Kakashi looked at you as if he were studying every line in your face. It almost made you nervous.

"You have an appointment with Fujita-San at nine, tomorrow morning," you said lowly, trying to cling to this moment for as long as you could. Kakashi nodded. "And, remember to give me back my plate. I don't care if it's tomorrow, or in another seven weeks, just bring me back my plate."

"I was only gone for six weeks, and four days," he corrected you, voice reaching a crevice of your soul that you didn't know existed.

You shook you head, smiling lightly, "Yeah, only. Then you came to me, unconscious and incapacitated, for two, whole days and another night."

"I suppose you're right, my darling, I'm sorry," Kakashi hummed. "Thank you for taking care of me."

"Anytime, pretty boy," you grinned, opening the door. As you stepped you, you added, "I'll see you down the road."

"I know you will."

Later in the evening, as you and Raido danced an impressive duet in the middle of Kinka's Izakaya, you were too focused on the intricacies of the fast footwork to notice Kakashi's gleaming, silver hair in the crowd around you. And there was nothing else for him to notice, but another man twirling his angel.

Next Part

[sapphicideas]

hiii i absolutely loove your blog and ive been debating back and forth dming you to be a bit of a showoff and sending some nudes/lewds i took 🤭 (only if youd like them of course) we're mutuals but im still a little nervous so im asking this anon 😖teehee, also if it isnt already taken may i please be 🧡 anon? i dont think i saw the orange heart on the list 😊

oh my gosh, i love a needy mutual <3 don't be nervous cutie, just dm me. i'm sure i'll love those nudes

all yours!🧡

[bountycancelled]

NO LISTEN IVE BEEN WAITING FOR SOME CHASE APPRECIATION

because like for one, canonically bisexual which we love. for two, he highlights some of the subtle themes of the show SO WELL.

Comedy is rarely just comedy, it's usually also social commentary. We'll take the first episode, for example, with the homeless man. The commentary here seems to be that we spend so much time focusing on doing the right thing because it's what we're supposed to do, saying the right thing because it's what we're supposed to say, that we lose the actual good along the way.

You know who we see this most clearly demonstrated with? Chase. He doesn't care. He does and says whatever comes to mind, which happens to be the good thing. Out of everyone in the office, Chase is the only one who bothered to learn the man's name! he gave him Lauren's kombucha just to be nice. Meanwhile everyone else was too caught up in the action or the correct terminology.

anyway sorry I'm done now

YES ANON, YOU GET IT.

while Lauren and fabian are going back and forth debating the correct terminology to use for the homeless man, even going as far as to berate barb for attempting to find a way to aid, chase simply talks to him and offers him something to drink as if he were a regular person who just happens to be homeless.

because that's exactly what he is, an actual person. not some vehicle to show just how politically correct you are, or a way to be superior when debating labels. he's a homeless guy who doesn't give a fuck how people refer to him and chase is just a guy who figured he might be thirsty, and that one instance really solidified my love for him, he's just so uncaring about every small detail, that it lends itself to his overall humanity.

it's also a nice subversion that even though he pretty much fits the toxic frat guy who thinks he's hot shit archetype, he's the most empathetic by far, without even trying, and that makes him so layered as a character and I just AAAHHHH I LOVE HIM.

he sees people as people without needing to google less offensive ways to call someone homeless in a vapid attempt to seem better than. and it's also nice to see someone of Asian descent to not be depicted super stereotypically, he can just be. he doesn't need to be hyper intelligent or stoic or whatever the fuck Hollywood believes he needs to be, he's just chase, and I love that about him.

okay I'm done now too (although i will most likely be writing about him pretty frequently lol), thank you for sharing my love for him anon♡

[multimall]

sorry about this friends

ive been spending a lot of time debating, going back and forth. i will confidently state:

I Will not be roleplaying on tumblr anymore. I simply can't shake my anxieties and discomfort that is all within me over things unrelated - but I also simply prefer discord rp.

so, thank you for following me, i'm sorry it never picked up really and really i won't be here anymore. if you have me as an affiliate you may remove me! i will be leaving this blog up incase i someday ever - come back. very unlikely but hey we never know!

my discord is ibujous if you want to keep in touch if we aren't already added! Thank you for the patience!

see you in the food court!

[edwad]

to add to the smith question, bc ive been catching the het bug: any good secondary lit for ricardo, mill and marshall?

for ricardo, there's a fairly short zigzag biography by david weatherall which i found to be pretty good. there's also a longer (unfinished and posthumously published) biography which i've been semi-reading lately by john p henderson and it seems fine so far (and the natural compliment to patricia james' bio of malthus), although im mildly concerned about its lingering sraffianism and how it was written before a lot of heavyweight ricardo scholarship in the 2nd half of the 20th century.

on that scholarship, the most obvious name to mention is terry peach, whose interpreting ricardo is the product of decades of debate between samuel hollander, heinz kurz, and virtually every other big name in the ricardoverse. it can be really informative to read some of those back-and-forth discussions as well to get what's being responded to, but the two big competing claims in the scholarship at the time were that ricardo was basically a proto-sraffian or that he was a proto-neoclassical. i think both of these are far too simplistic, and peach's position is to demonstrate that ricardo was often theoretically ambivalent and changing his mind on things, leaving him open to lots of different interpretations (sound familiar?)

building on peach's work, ryan walter's before method and models is a really fantastic comparative study of ricardo and malthus which contextualizes them as parliamentary rhetoricians in the aftermath of the french revolution. the book ends, very conveniently for me, by casting doubt on the existence of "classical political economy", so i got quite a bit out of it.

in a different vein, rauner's samuel bailey and the classical theory of value is a tiny book which is all about bailey's critique of ricardo (and malthus et al). i found it to be pretty handy in laying bare the ricardian dilemma that marx alludes to in ch1 of v1. if you care about any of this with a mind toward marx's critique, this is probably the best single text available for tackling it, written from a perspective which is obviously sympathetic toward bailey and pulls no punches in demonstrating the issues in ricardo's work or in making the latter-day ricardians look like a band of bumbling idiots.

as for mill (the younger, i assume) and marshall, i don't know this literature as well and can really only point you in promising-seeming directions. with js mill in particular, the only thing i know how to do is refer you to hollander's multiple books on his work. i don't find his grand thesis convincing (he's the "everything was always-already neoclassical" guy), but he's a very impressive and serious scholar, so you could do worse than peruse through his old 2 volume set from the 80s or his newer (and much slimmer) books on mill's economic theory/method (2000) and policy (2015). if nothing else, im sure you'd find some interesting avenues to explore in the scholarship he's drawing on and responding to. whenever ive needed to think about js mill, this is usually how i start.

im a little bit better on marshall and could pretty comfortably recommend the work of scholars who i like even if im less familiar with the books themselves. peter groenewegen's biography seems to be the standard and everything ive seen from him is quite good (if i ever do anything with this essay thing ive been writing, he will be one of my chief references). in a different vein, keith tribe's inventing economic science is a detailed study of the institutionalization/professionalization of economics as a discipline, which has plenty to say about marshall ("the cambridge moment" of marshallianism gets about 100 pages of dedicated discussion). tribe's work is a godsend and he is pretty much universally admired/feared for his scholarly work, so you could do much worse than to pick through whatever he has to say.

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im here again cause i have more thoughts that i cant keep to myself SORRY FOR THE MINI SPAM (is this considered a spam? idk)

every single crackship ur anons have made ive opposed, BUT i love ning & serim um 😲😲 idk they are just both cutie patooties

also since serim is such a plant freak i like to think her dream role would be someone in little shop of horrors and probably has preformed tbe whole thing on weverse live (and maybe to jimin now too😭😭)

i love that serim is a sone because karina is also a sone ahhh 😭😭 i hope when they finally can be around eo without having the urge to commit a homicide they can fangirl out (they would probably debate about stuff regarding the group)

im actually so not ready for this angst thats gonna come 😖😖 ur ability to go from silly to serious is diabolical (in a good way ofc) so im scared and still slightly scarred from hole in one…

its been awhile since ive complimented ur writing so i just want to say i hope u never lose a passion for it cause ur genuinely so good. whether its making smau on tumblr or writing about ur day in a journal i hope u continue to thrive and let ur creative juices flow😭😭 i seriously love when u update, it makes my day!! (i be reading it on my bed with my feet kicking back n forth like goo hara in the pretty girl mv)

AND ITS GETTING TOO LONG so ill finish it by saying something i say all the time but yeah to see how much youve grown as a writer is such a privilege!! okay thats it byeeeeee

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you know i don't mind the asks 🫶🏻

my anons most times want the oc to be far away from karina, i don't know how this blog has kept sailing 🫴🏼 ning and serim are a fan favorite 😭 they are adorable

as much as i like musicals, i didn't know about little shop of horrors and now i'm searching it, it feels it was made for serim. she totally knows it from start to end, and i don't know if she would perform it in front of jimin, but jimin has heard it so many times already she knows the songs

YES, my little sones 😭 they would watch the concerts on youtube and yell about what's their favorite japanese release. jimin will so tease serim about how she knows them, was on got the beat, and so on. when they come clean about snsd to eo, the smau is merely gonna be about it, sorry

it's crazy bc if you are a new reader who's only familiar with business matter you wouldn't know angst is my specialty 🤷🏻‍♀️ but chill, we have time before that 😉

writing makes me really happy, even if it's for an au or the format i feel like putting it out that day, i can't run away from it. i like finding ways to share it with people, and i'm glad there are ones that enjoy it. you've been around for a while, so thanks for liking what i do and being supportive, it makes me really happy when i see your asks too 🫂 since there are people who care, i still make stories 🤍

thank you for being so sweet 🫶🏻

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Tw syscourse, no pressure to read or respond if you dont have the energy or just dont want to for any reason

You seem like the sys to ask about this, because i know youre a disordered endogenic system. Obviously a system that didnt form from trauma can experience trauma, and a system that wasnt always disordered can become disordered. I was wondering if in your opinion CDDs are always caused by trauma? Intuitively i feel like there are potentially non-trauma reasons to have a dissociative disorder, just like theres non-trauma reasons to have an anxiety disorder. Certainly if somesys ever told me they had a CDD for non-trauma reasons i would believe them, but i dont know if ive ever seen a system describe themselves that way. All the conflicting opinions ive been seeing in pro endo spaces is bringing the topic to mind

I mean, there are always exceptions to the rule, if that's what you're asking?

We're not sure if it's our plurality that's disordered though (we have definitely been back and forth about it however).

It's kind of the same logic of correlation here, like, unless it explicitly says trauma like in CPTSD and PTSD we see zero reason to see it as causative.

And even CPTSD and PTSD get fucky. Like, what about exomemories? Or like what about the fact they explicitly require trauma to be a that is directly in person regardless so even if you had the exact same synptoms they can just go "nope sorry baby you cant have PTSD" just like that if it was work related stress?? Like, we actually wonder how much of burnout is just PTSD but because "According to the current diagnostic criteria, assessment of PTSD symptoms is appropriate only if criterion A is met, i.e., the individual has had a qualifying exposure to a requisite trauma. Without this trauma exposure, psychiatric symptoms reported by an individual would not qualify as PTSD symptoms." yada yada yada.

(Also that comment "some trauma experts criticized criterion A in the DSM-IV as too inclusive" is really, really telling here. Is trauma only big things, or small things too??? Why draw the line here?? Is it possible the DSM itself is contributing to the stigma of its own disorders???)

So, going from there — if the only thing differentiating PTSD from burnout is literally about the immenancy of the threat you're forseeing ir experiencing, how is that any different from like. An endogenic CDD.

Psychiatrists aren't there to help you and the DSM is an insurance bible. Like. Just based off of that alone. So why the hell should we. Like. Gatekeep CDDs if even the most "basic" of diagnoses get so so much debate.

We should always let the person decide for themselves how to identify. 🙃

Sorry if this was all hard to read: we're literally going through a really bad burnout rn, without going into many details.

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