#ii.. hope this s ok
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it’s all a game to me anyway (II)
pairing: abby anderson x fem!reader
summary: pining after athletes is never a good idea. that is, unless you’re good at getting what you want.
warnings: smut (MDNI), choking if you squint, praise kink, jesse being an ally
a/n: y’alllll this is ass but i got sm requests for a part 2. also @feelsoseencantdream wanted me to tag them so i’m thinking of making a taglist??? lmk if you wanna be added 😈 ALSO PSA!!! don’t sleep w anybody if you aren’t 100% sure that they’re CLEAN ok thx
The very next day, you follow your usual routine. Daydream through all of your classes until you can finally start your venture towards the sports building, phone on silent with one headphone in your ear. However, the thrumming of your heart only drowns out the music, and it’s an unfamiliar feeling; the way your nerves are getting the best of you, the way you can only hope to be the one in charge here.
But, your nerves turn out to be right.
When you open the door to the rink that is usually filled with people at this time of day, you’re surprised to see that Abby is sitting there alone on the first bleacher. She doesn’t have on her usual hockey get-up; rather, she wears a grey hoodie and sweatpants, which tells you that she isn’t here to practice. Instead, she repeatedly runs a sharpener over the blade of one of her skates.
“Looking for someone?” She wonders, not even sparing a glance in your direction.
You cross your arms, opting to ignore her question and spare yourself the embarrassment. “No practice today?”
“Got cancelled. Coach’s daughter has a stomach bug,” she huffs, “besides, I think we all could use a day off.”
“Oh.” You reply, a small amount of anxiety creeping its way into your body. You step forward to take a seat a few inches away from her. “But you came here anyways? Why?”
Abby finally looks up from her skate and raises an eyebrow at you. “Why did you?”
This is a dynamic you aren’t used to. Being questioned like this without having anything snarky to say in response; it’s almost like Abby has the ability to steal the words from your mouth before you can even come up with them. “You know why.” You say.
She gestures to the empty rink. “No, not really. I figured you’d leave once you realized that there’s no one here to watch.”
“I’m here because you started something without finishing it.” You tell her, sternly, but it only makes her smile in amusement.
“Without finishing you, you mean.” She points out. “There’s cameras here. You, of all people, should know that.”
“We’ll go to the locker room again,” you reach out to grab her hand. “We can–”
“No.” Abby shuts you down immediately, though she doesn’t retract her hand from your grip. She lets you run your thumbs over her calloused palm and pretends not to notice the way it makes goosebumps rise across her arms; chalks it up to how damn cold it is in there. “Give me your phone.”
You tilt your head, confused, but you do what she says with a bit of hesitance. She takes your phone and goes to your contacts, adding her own number and name before giving it back to you. “I have to go. Text me your dorm number.”
Then, she stands up without another word and heads toward the door, leaving you in the same position you’d found yourself in the night before; this time, though, there’s hope. There’s an implication that she’ll finish what she started after all. You make sure to leave out the back door.
“Dina!” You call as you unlock the door to your room, seeing your roommate perk up from the couch. As per usual, her boyfriend, Jesse is laying with his feet kicked up on the armrest and his head in her lap.
She smiles when she sees you, quickly grabbing the remote to pause their movie. “What’s up, babe? You look like you just ran a marathon.”
A cheesy smile makes its way onto your face. “Literally nothing is wrong right now, because guess who’s coming over.”
Dina thinks for a moment, nose scrunched in concentration seeing as there’s lots of possibilities. But, the fact that she’s never seen you this excited about a girl before is enough of a hint as to who the lucky lady is. She pushes Jesse off of her and shoots up from her seat. “Abby?! No fucking way!”
You nod excitedly. “Yes fucking way! I don’t know when, or why, but–”
“Wait, since when is she into girls? Wasn’t she just with Owen?” Dina puts a hand on her hip, obviously just as confused as you.
“They broke up, but… if I was with Owen, I’d probably switch sides, too.” You shrug. “Either way, she’s coming tonight.”
“Which Abby?” Jesse asks, sitting up on the couch to look at you. “You’re acting all lovey-dovey, so I’m gonna assume she’s a good catch.”
You roll your eyes. “Come on, you know which Abby. Abby Anderson, captain of the hockey team? Six feet of pure muscle?”
Suddenly, Jesse seems just as invested in this conversation as you and Dina. “Jesus Christ, how’d you pull her?” He jokes, though you know it’s a genuine question– anybody involved in your university’s gossip knows that Abby hates hook-ups, and anyone who shoots their shot with her usually just makes a fool of themselves. Not you, though. You aren’t sure why but you’re hoping to find out.
“I don’t know! I’m so nervous. Why am I so nervous?” You place a hand over your rapidly beating heart.
Dina strolls over to you and grabs your shoulder. “Because you’ve been trying to scoop her up for, like, three months now. It’s weird to see you all amped up, but I don’t blame you, honestly. She’s intimidating and hot.”
“I’m literally sitting right here,” Jesse reminds her.
“Not for long, hopefully.” You look up at Dina. “You guys can do me a solid and finish your movie at Jesse’s place, right? Please?”
“Two steps ahead of you, sugar. I’m not waiting around for Anderson to show up. She’s… well, like I said, she’s intimidating.” Dina grabs Jesse’s car keys from the kitchen counter, which is Jesse’s cue to finally get off of the couch.
“Agreed,” he shakes his head, “I’ve seen her on that rink once and I can tell she’s not to be fucked with.”
You let out a sigh, relieved that this last-minute arrangement is already going smoothly. “Oh my god, thank you,” you say as Dina places her hands on your shoulders so that she can look into your eyes.
“Don’t have too much fun, you hear me? The last thing we need is a noise complaint.” She instructs you, then leans in to give you a peck on the forehead. “See you tomorrow morning?”
“Yeah, yeah, I hear you.” You grumble under your breath. Jesse waves a goodbye before they both head to the door, opening it and promptly freezing.
You lean forward to see that Abby is already standing right there.
“Oh. Hey,” Dina says, “uh, we were just leaving.”
Jesse smiles awkwardly while Dina grabs his wrist and ushers him out the door. Abby steps inside, head tilted over her shoulder to watch the couple speed-walk down the hallway before she shuts the door. “You seriously shoo’d your roommate away?”
“No,” you lie, “they… she was already going to his place tonight.”
She just stares at you, obviously not buying it. “Something tells me that isn’t true.”
You cross your arms. “Whatever. Why did you come here, anyways?”
Abby sighs as she walks forward and glances around, not yet directly toward you, almost like she’s surveying the area. As she gets closer, you catch a whiff of the familiar scent of her shampoo; pine and vanilla, already clouding your senses with desire. Your need for her has become primal. It’s something deep inside of you that has no beginning or end, no rhyme and no reason. “You don’t really need me to answer that question, do you?” She scoffs. “I thought I made it pretty clear.”
You look down at your feet. “Still would be nice to hear you say it.”
With the distance between you down to only a couple of inches, Abby’s standing in front of you in no time, her undivided attention now completely on you. You feel so small, and you kind of like it.
“What do you want me to say?” She shrugs. This time, though, there’s no underlying mockery in her voice. It’s a genuine question that gives you a sense of security. You gaze into her ocean blue eyes, cursing yourself for the way it makes your heart skip a beat.
“Maybe that I didn’t make myself look dumb yesterday when I told you how much I wanted you,” you answer, “and that you feel the same way.”
Abby tilts her head. “So, you expect me to say that I want you?”
“Kind of.” You mumble.
“Hm,” she leans back a bit, seemingly deep in thought for a moment (though her eyes don’t leave yours once). “My ego’s a little too big for that, but I’d rather just show you.”
You’re given no time to reply before you find yourself in the same position as the night before, with Abby grabbing hold of your waist and lifting you up to sit you down on the kitchen table. You spread your legs so she can stand between them as her lips finally meet yours, the show of strength making you melt beneath her.
This kiss is nothing like the last; carnal, sure, but there’s a hunger inside it and a strange sense of urgency, as if the world is ending and she needs to have you now. Her tongue effortlessly slides against yours and, unlike last time, there’s no battle for dominance. You submit to her without hesitation.
Abby, on the other hand– you’d have no idea how hard she’s trying to keep it together. You’re not exactly the type of person she could see herself falling for. She has a reputation to upkeep, which just so happens to be the complete opposite of yours. If anybody were to even speak both of your names in the same sentence, it could ruin her, leave her image tarnished while you move onto the next girl.
That doesn’t stop her, though. Now that she knows how it feels to kiss you, to touch you, to hear you beg for more, she doesn’t think anything could stop her.
You reach down to grab hold of her wrist, guiding her hand up to its rightful spot on your throat, and she wastes no time pressing her fingers down on the sides of your neck. Your mouth falls open with a gasp, thighs tightening around her waist. She rears back to look at you. “So fucking demanding.” She laughs.
“Just want you to touch me,” you huff out, voice low and shaky. “You left me hanging, Abby.”
“Because I wasn’t gonna fuck you in a locker room.” She says.
You smile, a mischievous glimmer in your half-lidded eyes. “But you’ll fuck me here?”
Abby smiles, too. “That’s the plan.”
She reaches down to the bottom of your sweater to pull it up over your head, throwing it behind her on the floor somewhere. It suddenly becomes very obvious that you’d been counting on getting lucky– you didn’t even bother putting on a bra.
Her eyes fall onto your chest and she stares shamelessly. “Really?”
Instead of responding, this time, you grab her wrists again and use the leverage to place her hands over both of your breasts. Even in the dim light of the kitchen, you can still see the way her pupils dilate once her palms meet your soft skin. She gently squeezes down, just once to test the waters, but you can tell from that action alone just how inexperienced she is with other women.
You place your hands over hers, making her squeeze again. Her breathing becomes heavy and her eyes become curious. She watches the way your skin moves between her fingers, beckoning her to explore.
Abby moves down to your neck, pressing hot kisses all over the marks she’d made the night before, licking over each bite mark that had already began to fade. You hadn’t even tried to cover them up. This only means something to her because she’d seen you walking around campus in those low-cut tank tops, a concoction of makeup smothered over your neck to cover just a few hickies, though they’d remain visible to a trained eye.
She bends down to slip one of your nipples into her mouth, suckling and drooling as you let out soft whimpers of approval. You bring a hand to grip the edge of the table whilst the other snakes up to the back of her head, beneath her long braid so you can tug at the roots of her hair. Each time your fingernails scratch at her scalp, she lets out a quiet moan, sending the most intoxicating vibrations right between your legs. From this new position, Abby can feel the growing warmth pressed against her abdomen, even more so when you subconsciously roll your hips into her. You’d do anything for some friction, and you already know that she’d let you.
After a few moments, you use the leverage you have on her head to pull her off of your chest, making her look up at you with those wanting eyes of hers. “Get down,” you hum, pulling her down by the hair so that her cheek is pressed into your thigh. “It’s like I told you yesterday– you know what I want.”
Now it’s Abby’s turn to find herself lost for words. Maybe it’s the way you’re looking down at her, or maybe the fact that she can already smell you and it’s making her mouth water.
Her hands drag down your waist until they find the waistband of your shorts, hooking her fingers into it so she can pull them down. Too slowly for your taste, but you’d never blame somebody for wanting to take their time with you. Your raise your hips from the table so that she can finally pull the last piece of clothing from your body, letting it fall past your ankles as she gets down onto her knees. “Oh, fuck me,” she mumbles mostly to herself.
She’d never need another confidence boost after this. Abby’s been in your apartment for maybe ten minutes, and you’re already soaked down to your thighs.
As a cue for her to get a move on, you lay your right leg onto her shoulder and tighten your grip in her hair. It’s a wordless gesture that tells her everything she needs to know.
The moan that leaves your mouth when she finally dives in is nothing less than pathetic.
What she lacks in experience, she makes up for in enthusiasm. She tries to recall what makes her feel good; tracing certain shapes with her tongue, licking you up and down until you’re practically gushing into her mouth. She swallows every last drop as she eats you like a woman starved.
Her hands grab onto your thighs, keeping them closed around her head. She’d never admit it, of course, but the way you tremble beneath her hands only riles her up more. Her lips wrap around your clit and she whimpers when she feels all ten of your fingers grab onto her hair, keeping her trapped right there despite the fact that she could easily break free if she wanted to. You revel in that power– knowing just how strong she is, knowing that she chooses to let you be stronger.
The heels of your feet dig into her shoulder blades as her strong hands do their best to hold you in place. Sparks of pleasure catch fire in your belly, the first tell that you aren’t going to last long. “Slow down,” you cry, but the sound of your voice all needy and soft just sends Abby into overdrive.
Her tongue attacks your clit, overwhelming you with the focused stimulation, causing your back to arch closer to her. Your head falls back as your eyes shut tightly, mindlessly whimpering and whining. She can feel your muscles tensing, trembling, like you don’t quite know what to do with yourself, and finds herself wondering how many other girls have had you in this same position. How many other girls have thought they’re the only one to make you feel this good, to make you bend to their every whim like this.
In your mind, though, you can only think of one thing; this odd feeling that Abby has awakened inside of you. A desire to be savored rather than devoured. She licks you up like you’re the last drop of water on Earth and you can’t even find it in yourself to mock her for it. There’s another feeling, a more physical one, quickly approaching. Embarrassingly quick, might you add.
Your hips jerk when you feel one of Abby’s fingers gently slip into you, exploring your warm, soft walls that clench around her so graciously. The arch in your back makes it easier to find that gummy spot which she wastes no time stroking with the rough pad of her finger. “How– f-fuck, how do you know all this?” You whine.
“Read some articles,” she mumbles right into you, sending waves of pleasure up your spine.
You let out a short-lived laugh at the thought of Abby fucking Anderson doing research on how to pleasure you properly. You can’t imagine any of her boyfriends had shown her how to take care of a woman, though, so it was only a matter of time– if it wasn’t for you, it would most likely be for herself. “Good girl,” you sigh, “I’m so close… oh, shit.”
The praise makes Abby moan into you as her dark blue eyes look up from between your legs to appreciate the sight. Your thighs are pressing against her rosy cheeks no matter how hard she tries to keep them open, your eyes struggling to stay open, your chest heaving up and down as you try (and fail) to preserve some stability in your breath.
Finally, that feeling in your belly reaches its peak when a second finger joins the first. Your head falls back and you put a hand over your mouth to muffle a quiet scream.
You make a point of not telling her, or even asking for permission, seeing as your trust had already been destroyed by her in this department the night before.
She seems to be in a very different mood tonight, though, because she doesn’t let up even after the tremors had stopped and the pleasure turns to pain; the good kind, where it’s all too much and there’s nothing you can do about it. You press your heel into her shoulder, pushing against the muscle there so she’d finally detach from you. A small gasp leaves your lips when she slowly pulls out her pruned fingers and looks up at you. The lower half of her face is completely covered in your cum, a sight you’re sure will be forever etched into your mind. How could you go back to normal after this? How could you pretend that anyone else compares?
You grab her jaw and bring her back up to your level, messily smashing your lips to hers as you hold onto her shoulder with your other hand. Much to her dismay, though, you’re quick to pull back.
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you’ve done that before, Anderson.” You say, albeit breathless.
“If you knew any better, you wouldn’t have let me do that.” She replies. You laugh, but you know she’s right, and you know she’s serious.
“But you liked it,” you implore, clearly searching for some sort of validation, which she quickly grants you in the form of a toothy smile; a genuine one that she just can’t wipe away.
“Maybe. How long do we have until your roommate gets back?” Her clammy hands come down to your waist, kneading the fat of your hips.
You raise an eyebrow. “Long enough. Why? You want a taste of your own medicine?”
The question is enough to visibly light up her eyes. “Yeah. Yeah, I do,” she confirms with a shy voice like she didn’t just give you the best orgasm of your life in under fifteen minutes. She’s sure her boxers are soaked right through the fabric, and honestly, she’s starting to think only you could bring the release she craves.
“Say no less. You gotta carry me, though,” you huff as you wrap your trembling thighs around her waist. “I can’t feel my legs.”
#the last of us#the last of us 2#abby anderson#abby anderson x reader#abby anderson x you#abby anderson x fem!reader#abby anderson x female reader#abby anderson smut
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Helloo!! I've came across ur fics a few times and it never fail to makes me smile, and I have an idea from scrolling on tiktok for a whole week, I'm not sure if ur reqs are still open... But may I request the orange peel theory with jjk men n boys? Your pick on who u want to write in that scenario! If ur req is close pls ignore this! Thank you and I hope you have an amazing day!
the things i do for you ! ⋆ jjk men
the orange peel theory ˖ gojo, geto, toji, nanami.
an. honestly i'm still kind of ??? on what exactly is the orange peel theory but i'm assuming it's just acts of service? im so sorry if its wrong LOL pls i don't keep up with tiktok......
an ii. ok i did end up getting the prompt wrong but i hope yall like this anyway..
cw. sfw. f!reader. not proofread. acts of service.
playing. lovesong by beabadoobee.
GOJO SATORU is a familiar face at the local coffee shop down the block — and no, it's not because he keeps raiding their cheesecake displays. he much prefers the ones across the street; he only comes by this particular one to pick up your favourite coffee.
"toru, could you get something for me at the coffee place?"
"yeah, i can," he hums. "what do you need, baby?"
it's actually only a 5 minute walk, and you never told satoru your order. it was too specific that you were sure he would forget; so you just told him to buy an iced latte and be quick with it. after all, you could never go wrong with such a basic drink.
"'s okay, baby," he presses a quick kiss to your cheek, confident he would not come back home with a boring latte. "i'll get you something even better."
"please don't. your taste in coffee is terrible — no, forget it, i can just go by myself later." you groan, wriggling around in the sheets of your bed to find that warm spot in the blankets; satoru was up since 6am, and you've only just opened your eyes.
"oh, no need for that," your boyfriend smirks: almost too creepily. "i have great taste! both in coffee and women—"
you smack his arm, using your hands to gesture a shoo-ing motion. you weren't conscious enough to tolerate satoru's gross flirtations. his eyebrows furrow and lips pout, quickly planting another kiss on your forehead before standing up. he scrambles through the desk drawer for his sunglasses — eventually finding them and leaving the house.
little did you know that your boyfriend has your order memorised — it was a small order, not that difficult to remember. satoru didn't think it was necessary to make you get up and grab it yourself; he had legs, and he liked the fresh air, too. plus, he knows he'll get to see you smile first thing when you wake up; perhaps you might give him one of those kisses on the forehead that he loves so much.
you thought he would have called you lazy for not getting up — he would be offended you think so little of him if you admitted that. satoru sees your sleepy face, hears your peaceful snores and he thinks he would rather die by impalement than wake you.
when satoru returns, you're still tucked into bed and fast asleep. he leaves the coffee on the nightstand before kneeling down and leaving the third kiss of the day, right on your lips — and it's then that he realises that you have him so in love that he's willing to spend $8.95 every morning for the rest of his life on overpriced coffee.
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GETO SUGURU holds the most romantic date nights, but there's only one thing you don't particularly enjoy — that being there's always so much walking involved.
yes, you think the opportunity to just take a breath and link pinkies with suguru is nice; it's just that your shoes tend to undo themselves no matter how many bunny ears you tie. your laces have been through war — the plastic aglets have been long lost and the loose string is practically just that. they're starting to pull apart from eachother that you consider just wearing heels for the next few dates until you find better ones.
"we just need to turn the corner—"
suguru's words are cut off by your sighs. you look down at your shoelaces and they are once again untied; the pout on your lips make his curve upward, after he lets out a sigh of his own.
"i really need to get you new shoes," suguru mutters. "they've definitely been through it."
"can you tie them for me?"
it's a simple request that gets suguru on one knee, dress pants stained by the concrete dust, as you patiently wait for him to finish tying the knots he's so skilled at.
"the ones you tie never come out."
"that's a lie," suguru says, his voice a little muffled with the distance between your heads. his rough fingers miss the loop and he opts to restart the knot. "i tied them before we left the house, and look at them now."
your face flushes at that. he sees through your lie like glass — you were always so easy to read.
"i just like the way you tie them, sugu. plus, they only untied because i redid them myself."
"yeah, i think it's because i don't tie them like a preschooler," suguru teases — he ties the knot tightly and stands up. "you should learn how to tie them the right way, baby."
you shake your head, and he raises an eyebrow at your reaction. his left pinky reaches for yours again, before you two start to walk once more.
"why do i need to learn if i have you?"
there's silence for a bit, nothing but cars honking and chattering from the people enjoying the nightlife just as you were — you almost retract your statement when suguru looks at you expectantly.
"is that so?" suguru chuckles at your response. "i guess you're right."
you giggle at his seemingly sarcastic reply — but you don't see the way he smiles, the way the tips of his ears burn, nor do you hear the loud thumping of his heart that tell he is being serious.
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TOJI FUSHIGURO doesn't know what small is.
well, everything about him is big — his body, his mind, his bank account, his heart.
it took you awhile to figure that last one out, though. toji always does the big things. the extravagant, flaunting, costly things. it's only small to him, and it often takes you a lot of convincing to get him to not spend hefty amounts of cash on you.
he feels it's necessary, to take care of his sweet girl like any man should — toji knows nobody can pamper you as well as he does, so he makes sure his money is spent wisely in making you feel safe and content.
you don't know how to tell him that there's no need for all of it, that you just want him to be with you — it's only until one day when you're coughing and sneezing in bed that you have to, after toji's constant pestering about hiring a family doctor.
"tch, baby," toji's voice echoes throughout the spacious bedroom. "shit—you're burning up."
"i'm fine," your voice is hoarse, nose crinkling at the incoming sneeze. "achoo!—"
he frowns, and the scar on his lip shifts downward. he sits on the edge of the bed, thick fingers moving stray hairs away from your face. "told ya we shouldn't have gone last night."
you shake your head. "it was your friend's birthday."
"does it matter, [name]?" he sounds stern. he only ever acts strict with you when he's really worried. "y'were already falling sick yesterday."
you reach for the box of tissues, fingers trying to reach inside the packaging for another piece, but you seem to have used all of them up — the 3rd time today.
"can you stay home, toji?"
it's one simple request that has him nodding. if you didn't mention it, he thinks he would've forgotten all about work — toji was much too worried to let you stay home alone, while a random doctor he hires on the day of attends to you. he much rather take care of you himself.
"i think i'll fuckin' have to," toji answers, frown plastered on his face out of pure worry; he has no idea how happy his reply makes you — you were more than comfortable with the idea of him taking care of you. "'m too worried to let you be alone."
"thank you, toji," you smile up at him and he feels his face burn up, so much that he thinks he feels hotter than you; "you always take such good care of me."
he always does. there was no doubt about it.
it's then that toji fushiguro stands up, his feet quick in making it's way to the bathroom to prepare a cold towel to plaster on top of your forehead. his actions are quick, wanting to make you feel better as soon as possible; your pale lips and tired eyes worried him more than he'd like to admit.
he ends up cooking the worst chicken noodle soup ever, but you chug it down with a grateful smile and a kiss to toji's cheek.
"fuck," he mumbles, sounding almost annoyed. "think i'm gonna get a fever now, too."
the smirk on his face tells you everything, though — at least now he knows money can't buy this.
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NANAMI KENTO is the type of man to do as you please, whenever you please, even if it's something you didn't even ask for.
he loves to see the smile on your face, the way your eyes sparkle when he agrees to help you with something just because you want him to — he can never get sick of the way your voice thanks him.
this is especially true in times of emergency.
it's a friday night and you're having dinner with nanami, legs crossed underneath the marbled tabletop — your silk emerald green dress flows perfectly, hugs your body just right; you think you did a good job picking it out today.
nanami had a range of activities planned out for tonight. it was your anniversary — dinner, then a film festival, then whatever surprise he kept a secret after.
you didn't try to snoop this time, genuinely thrilled to have such a special night with your lover; you were always one to love surprises, especially the ones from nanami.
beautiful, slow tempo jazz plays in the italian restaurant — you feel like you're from a different time, enjoying such authentic food.
"ken," you smile. "you should try some of this."
he doesn't respond for a bit. he's been looking at you with dreamy eyes, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lip; it's not until you giggle that he snaps out of whatever state he was just in.
"sorry, darling," nanami clears his throat. "you just look absolutely breathtaking tonight."
you physically feel the blood rush to your cheeks, too fast that it's almost embarrassing: kento truly knew how to fluster you.
you spin the fork in your hand clockwise, picking up a ball of pasta. "do i not look breathtaking every night?"
nanami chuckles, fingers controlling the knife sawing away at the steak that sits ready on his plate. "stop teasing. you know i think you're beautiful every second—"
plop.
your eyes widen, feeling a damp spot on your thigh. your fork suddenly feels lighter, and your eyes dart down to your dress that now has a patch of spaghetti sauce.
your eyes forcefully close shut in embarrassment, fingers rubbing your temples as you sigh.
"shit," you curse under your breath. "i'm sorry, kento."
he smiles, shaking his head. "what are you apologising for? you didn't drop it on purpose."
nanami sees the frown that drags your smile away, and he feels his heart sink. he knows you really loved that dress — and so he asks you to just enjoy your meal and that he'll make something work.
it's then that his plan derails, just a little. you two are running late to the film festival, but he couldn't think of any better solution.
"wait a little, okay?"
nanami parks the car, and his feet quickly lead him out and into the mall for a little over 10 minutes — when he returns, it's with a black bag with gold printed letters.
oddly familiar, you think.
he steps into the driver's seat, shuts the door and opens the bag: it's the same dress you're wearing, just in a different colour — blue.
nevertheless, you can't help the smile that creeps up on your face. "ken.. you really didn't—"
"yes, i had to." he interrupts. "i know it's not green, but i hope it's okay."
"thank you, love." you say, voice too sweet that nanami remembers all the reasons he does these things for you — he thinks he'll never get tired of it.
020224 — happpyy february ! also i think nanami's one is a little ermm but we rock we roll life moves on yolo :( i got lazy towards the end but i tried Okay
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Another interesting article about the new Ghibli film Boy and the Heron with great insights into Miyazaki’s relationship with Joe Hisaishi and Toshio Suzuki making films over the years. Again it has a few spoilers
What’s it like to work with Hayao Miyazaki? Go behind the scenes.
News of Hayao Miyazaki’s retirement can’t ever be trusted.
The Japanese animation master’s repeated claims that he’ll give up filmmaking are a response to the strain that creating each of his largely hand-drawn universes entails. At least that’s what Toshio Suzuki, a founder of Studio Ghibli and Miyazaki’s right-hand man for the past 40 years, believes.
"Every time he finishes a film, he’s so exhausted he can’t think about the next project,” Suzuki explains. "He’s used up his energy physically and mentally. He needs some time to clear his mind. And to have a blank canvas to come up with new ideas.”
A decade after 2013’s "The Wind Rises” was heralded as Miyazaki’s final film, the 82-year-old auteur’s newest feature, "The Boy and the Heron,” is being released in the United States after major success in Japan over the summer, where it opened without any traditional publicity.
Though the director hasn’t given any interviews about "The Boy and the Heron,” Suzuki, 75, who is also a veteran producer, and Joe Hisaishi, 72, the longtime composer on Miyazaki’s movies, describe in separate video interviews the master’s working process and how their collaborations have evolved — or not — over the years.
Suzuki is casually dressed and speaking, via an interpreter, from Japan, where he sits next to a pillow emblazoned with Totoro, the bearlike troll that serves as the studio’s logo. He says the new fantasy film is Miyazaki’s most personal yet. Set in the final days of World War II, the tale follows 11-year-old Mahito, who, after losing his mother in a fire, moves to the countryside, where a magical realm beckons him.
"At the start of this project, Miyazaki came to me and asked me, ‘This is going to be about my story, is that going to be OK?’ I just nodded,” Suzuki recalls with the matter-of-factness of someone who’s learned it would be futile to stand in the way of the director.
For a long time, he says, Miyazaki worried that if he made a movie about a young male, inspiration would inevitably be drawn from his own childhood, which he felt might not make for an interesting narrative. Growing up, Miyazaki had trouble communicating with people and expressed himself instead by drawing pictures.
"I noticed that with this film, where he portrayed himself as a protagonist, he included a lot of humorous moments in order to cover up that the boy, based on himself, is very sensitive and pessimistic,” Suzuki says. "That was interesting to see.”
If Miyazaki is the boy, Suzuki adds, then he himself is the heron, a mischievous flying entity in the story that pushes the young hero to keep going. Director Isao Takahata, Studio Ghibli’s third foundational musketeer, who died in 2018, is represented onscreen by Granduncle, a wise but weathered figure who controls the fantastical world Mahito ventures into.
Suzuki first met Miyazaki in the late 1970s, when the animator was making his first feature, "Lupin III: The Castle of Cagliostro,” an amusing caper. Back then, Suzuki was a journalist hoping to interview him.
But Miyazaki, who was working on a storyboard, had no interest in talking and ignored him. "Out of kindness, I thought it was a good thing to introduce his works to my readers, and for him to be very cranky and disrespectful, I was very angry,” Suzuki remembers.
He stuck around the studio for two more days of silence. On the third, Miyazaki asked him if he knew a term for a car overtaking another during a chase. Suzuki’s reply, a specific Japanese expression for such action, finally broke the ice and kick-started their long-term relationship.
"Miyazaki still remembers that first meeting, too,” Suzuki says. "He thought that I was a person not to be trusted. And that’s why he was very cautious about talking to me.”
Over the years, Suzuki has become increasingly indispensable for Miyazaki. "He always tells me, ‘Suzuki-san, can you remember the important things for me?’ And then he feels that he can forget about all the important things not concerning his films. I have to remember them for him,” Suzuki says.
Best friends more than mere collaborators, Miyazaki and Suzuki talk every day, even if there’s nothing urgent to discuss, and make it a rule to meet in person on Mondays and Thursdays. "What we talk about is very trivial most times, I guess he feels lonely or misses me, but it’s always him who calls me. I never call him,” Suzuki says, adding with a laugh, "Sometimes he even calls me in the middle of the night, like at 3 a.m., and the first thing he says is, ‘Were you awake?’ And obviously I was not. I’m in bed!”
In contrast, Hisaishi, the composer who first worked with Miyazaki on the 1984 feature "Nausicaa of the Valley of the Wind,” has a strictly professional relationship with him.
"We don’t see each other in private,” Hisaishi, wearing an elegant sweater, says through a translator. "We don’t eat together. We don’t drink together. We only meet to discuss things for work.” That emotional distance, he adds, is what has made their partnership over 11 films so creatively fruitful.
"People think that if you really know a person’s full character then you can have a good working relationship, but that doesn’t necessarily hold true,” Hisaishi says. "What is most important to me is to compose music. The most important thing in life to Miyazaki is to draw pictures. We are both focused on those most important things in our lives.”
On "The Boy and the Heron,” Miyazaki didn’t provide Hisaishi with any instruction. The musician watched the film only when it was nearly completed but still with no sound or dialogue. At that point Miyazaki simply said to Hisaishi, "I just leave it up to you.”
"I feel he was just thinking that he could rely on me and expected me to come up with something,” Hisaishi says. "I feel like I was very much trusted to do this.”
For all of their previous collaborations, Miyazaki would bring on Hisaishi to discuss once three out of the four or five parts of the storyboard for a new film were ready. That the process changed this time was possible only because of their shared history.
"It’s as if we’ve been Olympic athletes making a film once every four years for 40 years,” Hisaishi says. "It’s been a long time of training and performing. When I look back I’m amazed that I could write music for these very different films.”
In his contemporary classical work, Hisaishi had been working on minimalist compositions with repeating patterns, and he took that approach to the new film.
While he maintains they are just colleagues, every January for the past 15 years, Hisaishi has composed a small tune, recorded it on a piano and sent it to Miyazaki as a birthday present. This tradition has now become the seasoned musician’s lucky charm.
"After about three times I thought, ‘This has probably run its course,’” Hisaishi recalls. "I didn’t send one the following year. That whole year I wasn’t able to work very well. It was sort of a jinx that I had not sent him something, so I started sending him the music again for his birthday,” he adds with a laugh.
Both Hisaishi and Suzuki say their interactions with Miyazaki have not changed much over the decades. On the contrary, the men have become staunch creatures of habit.
Asked why his profound connection with Miyazaki has endured so long, Suzuki says: "I don’t necessarily agree, but he once told me, ‘I’ve never met someone so similar to me. You are the last person that I will meet like that.’”
BY CARLOS AGUILAR
THE NEW YORK TIMES
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Trapped — charles leclerc
To the anon who asked for Gigi as yn. Put some Seb in the mix, hope u don't mind. 💖
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vettel!yn x charles leclerc
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2019
april
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yn.vettel one more year joining my annoying ass bro in his f1 journey. love you, sebastian.
Forza Ferrari. ❤
ps; welcome @charles_leclerc, it's always exciting to get new members in the 'making seb's life chaotic' club.
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cl16xred omg our 👸 welcoming charles🥺
ferrarinews yn ❤❤❤❤❤
tifosilove she's seb's #1 supporter
vettelxferrari we love u yn!!😚😚
charles_leclerc thanks yn 😂😂😂😂
september
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charles_leclerc Another week, another race. 👊🏼❤🐎
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yn.vettel let's fucking goooooo charlie boy!!!! 👆🏻❤
november
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yn.vettel i ♥ tropical placessss
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lewishamilton get ur ass back with us!!!
yn.vettel mmmm no
charles_leclerc see you in abu dhabi yn!
sebxsharl omg seb's kids being bestiess
danielricciardo have fun kiddo
2020
june
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yn.vettel not sure of the context here, but look at these dorks. @charles_leclerc and Seb. ♥
Happy to be back at the paddock, wear a mask and be safe.
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charles_leclerc that can't be the best shot u got 🤨🤨
yn.vettel nope but it is my fav
pierregasly glad to have you back, yn!
october
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december
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charles_leclerc I learnt so much from you as a person and as a driver in these last two years. Thanks for pushing me to improve all the time, it's been a honor to be your teammate, and I honestly wish you the very best.
Top driver and Top Man.
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ferrarifans sobbing
yn.vettel Seb appreciates your words so much, Charles. We all see you as a dear friend and the greatest human being. love u.
2021
april
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yn.vettel we wear green now.
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lance_stroll suits u both ♥
charles_leclerc 🥺😕😔
yn.vettel hi weirdo! miss u, let's grab some dinner later
june
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lec_updates Charles today enjoying his summer break with some girl
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lecxvet WHAT
charlosferrari is that yn vettel?
vettelseb5_ no! she is spending her break in ibiza with her friends
fan245 that´s yn! she posted a story at Monaco today!
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charles_leclerc vroom vroom
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yn.vettel looks like fun
lewishamilton like u don't know....
yn.vettel that's hot 👍🏻
charles_leclerc thanks bebé, u too
vettelplus_ OMG WHAT
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yn.vettel 💗
charles_leclerc bellisima mon coure ♥
isahernaez guapa!
pierregasly oh ok
2022
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charles_leclerc she´s back home, stuck in ferrari at the moment. ❤
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carlossainz55 red > green
sebastianvettel open an ig acc they said...it will be fun.....
yn.vettel guess red suits me better, je t'aime.
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part II part III
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KOKORO | 心
OR . . . three inazuman men's voicelines about you as their s/o ! ♡
ft. kaedehara kazuha, kamisato ayato, shikanoin heizou
contains. childhood friends to lovers (ayato), slightly suggestive (ayato, heizou), gn!reader (they/them prns), no y/n, a yokai is mentioned (kazuha), heizou & ayato's s/o's have vague backstories; kazuha's is ambiguous
a/n: hihi ! this is my first time writing for all of these characters, i hope it's ok! kazuha got a third line bc he does not speak much at all in his canon voicelines and i wanted to keep that accurate wghegeh also a lot of this is dialogue practice tbh!!
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◌༉‧About Kaedehara Kazuha: Lover
"'Come torrent or gale / my heart will remain steadfast / with you by my side.' Greetings, Traveler. I was simply penning a haiku for my beloved. Tell me, what do you think?"
◌༉‧When It Rains II
"The grass is already moist. I do hope they found suitable shelter... or at the very least avoided a kasa-obake's mischief."
◌༉‧Something to Share: Homebound
"A rōnin's home lies in his blade and the wind, yet it seems I've found one in another's heart – just as they have in mine."
◌༉‧About Kamisato Ayato: True Love
"I see you've encountered my spouse, Traveler. Fufu, are you surprised? My position as the Yashiro Commissioner and Kamisato Head doesn't mean I haven't the time for romance, you know. We've been close since childhood; why, you could even say they know me best. Hm... It has been quite a while since we last spent time together outside of our duties. Perhaps an outing is in order... or a night in."
◌༉‧Least Favorite Food II: Marital Duties
"Ah, more manjū. My beloved truly is kind. It would be disrespectful to deny food from one's spouse, indeed... Perhaps I could ask Thoma to dispose of the estate's rubbish a day early."
◌༉‧About Shikanoin Heizou: Partner
"Oh-ho? So you've met my partner, though it looks like you've already figured it out. Indeed, my partner does work with me as the Tenryou Commission's head forensic investigator, but they're more than just my partner-in-crime. It's not often I meet someone who can match my diligence and intellect, you know! Naturally, my curiosity was piqued. Even though we see each other every day at work and outside of it, I can't help but wish we could be intimate more often. What? Hey, not like that! ...Though, I'm fine with whatever they want to do. Heh."
◌༉‧When It Rains II: Forensics
"My sun, we must hurry before the culprit's footprints are washed away. Quickly, grab my hand and let us make haste!"
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Miguel O'Hara is a world-renowned professional boxer, and Hobie's other best friend. One night he finally makes the two worlds collide and sparks immediately fly between the two of you. But will he distract you from meeting your publisher's deadline? And will you distract him from getting World Champ?
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Prologue. I. II. III. IV. V. VI. VII. VIII. IX. X. Epilogue.
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an. hi. its me! Giselle, or gi, or gigi to few (not to be confused w gg, that is one of my moots. she makes really cool art.) n e ways here is the awaited Prologue for Iron Fist. Oh goodness I'm so nervous. I just want to make a few things clear. the reader is an author (obvs). She's recently graduated uni and is Latina! I write with a woc!r in mind always. I try to be as inclusive as possible, pero porque soy Mexicana, r might lean towards being more Mexican but I'll try to keep her Spanish standard and not be too specific to my family's culture. much love! hope you enjoy <3
please don't forget to reblog! likes do nothing to boost engagement.
Your foot taps against the floor. The damn blank document stares back at you. Mocking you is what it’s really doing. Fuck you, you think, I achieved my goal. I published a book and it is a damn bestseller! Only problem is that the readers want more. It’s been… some time since your first book. And sure, Jess said you can take a break before starting a new project. But you also know that it’s good to ride on existing publicity. At least be able to make an announcement that you’re writing something while all this excitement lasts. Maybe you should write something about vampires. You love vampires and how they fit into romance and how them drinking blood is a euphemism just a bit away from, the whole cannibalism-equals-all-consuming-love trope and how when a vampire attacks it’s often an allegory for rape and— but you have nothing to add to the conversation. You have nothing new to say, no new perspective or hot take, or twist. You have nothing. No ideas.
Not a single word on the page.
You have an idea, leaning forward to peck the keyboard.
“F-u-c-k. T-h-i-s!” You highlight the text and italicize it.
Fuck this. At least it’s words on the page.
You reach for your cup and take a sip. “If all else fails I can ride on the rest of the signing bonus and royalties for a bit since the book is doing good, and once that dries up, I can apply to be circulation assistant at a library or something.” You sigh and take another sip. “But nobody has to know for now.” You get up, searching for your phone. You find it resting on the arm of the couch, you grab it, sliding onto the cushions, resting your head where your phone just was. “God, don’t make me a one hit wonder, I wanna be a star. I wanna be the one to push that bitch Colleen Hoover into obsoletion. Please God. Please.”
You open your phone and look for your mother on speed dial.
“Hola, nena!” Your mama’s voice is happy, she must be having a good day. You move into the kitchen. You need a snack.
“Hey, mama, how are you?” You hold the cell with your shoulder as you look through your pantry.
“Good, good,” you find a pack of roasted seaweed snacks and grab it.
“I went on a date anoche.” Your shoulder drops and the pack of seaweed slips out of your grasp.
Mi mami fue a una cita. Con un man! You stand there, trying to process that she is actually back on the dating scene.
“How did it—” you aren’t holding your phone anymore. You use the wall as support to lower yourself to pick up your phone and snack.
“—ay, mami, lo siento, mi cellular se cayo de mi mano.”
“Todo bien, hija! I’m glad you’re ok.”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m ok, I’m ok. Anyways— how was the date? What’s he like? Am I going to have a stepfather soon?” you joke.
“My time for marriage is gone, muñeca, I’m just looking for companionship, pero, tu lo sabes.” You hear some subtle clinking in the background of the call, she must be stirring her coffee. You open your snack and park yourself on the couch. “Are you writing?”
Ugh. Not you, too.
“I was, just finished for a bit before I called you.”
“You called me to procrastinate.” You choke on your seaweed from the accusation.
You clear your throat, “I called to check in with you. I call you practically every day.”
“But right now you called me to check up on me as an excuse to not write. Nena, I know you.”
“Okay, fine. I might be having some writer’s block,” you admit, sighing.
“And that’s okay, nena, but then you need to get out, get some inspiration. Allow the world to give you a story.” There’s mama, with her easier-said-than-done advice. But, maybe you should get out of the house.
“Alright, I’ll go out soon.”
“Tonight,”
“—I will go out to the Chinese place across the street and nothing more. I’ll talk with Hobie when he gets back to see if he has any ideas.” You hear your mama make a noise in her throat.
“You still live with that boy?” Here it comes. You’ve lived with Hobie Brown for three years and have known him for five. She’s always been apprehensive of him, since he’s radical and looks like he’s been in jail, with all the metal in his face, and why does his hair look like that? But Hobie is the one who’s kept you sane all these years. He’s held you while you cried and pushed out of your comfort zone when you were getting too stuck into your routines, most likely by dragging you to a concert or a protest. You help him thrift and flip clothes and ever since that one time his stylist had an emergency and canceled, you now help him tighten his wicks every so often. On days like that the two of you stay in, watching nostalgic movies and listening to any demos he’s recorded recently. He’s like a brother to you at this point.
“Yes, mama, I still live with Hobie. Nothing’s changed.” You move the phone down to your chest and take a deep breath.
“I didn’t like him when I first met him,” you clench your jaw as she continues— “…and although he’s one of those kids, I can tell he is a good boy. I’m glad he takes care of you.” You relax. “But it wouldn’t hurt to have someone you could kiss.”
“It would be nice, but right now it’s not happening.”
“Alright, muñeca. I’ll leave you alone for now, but keep your eyes open for a nice man.”
“I will, con cuidado, mami, besitos.” You make a kissing noise into the phone, and she responds with a goodbye of her own, and you wait for her to hang up the call.
You sigh, and look at the coffee table. Hobie left his song book at home, weird. It’s open to the song he was working on the other day. It’s a slower song, you can still hear the melody. You drum your fingers to the tune. He’s on an unfinished verse. You pick up a pen from the little catch-all dish and scribble down a line or two.
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Hobie weaves through the roar of chattering, anticipating fans and into the tunnel, and walks past employees and into Miguel's prep room to see him tying his shoes. “Hey,”
Miguel looks up. “Hey.”
“Are you excited?” He moves to sit by the boxer, shimmying up against his shoulder.
“Haven’t really been excited for one of these in a while.” Miguel breathes.
“Well, one step closer to retirement!” Hobie bounces out of his seat. He turns to face his friend, putting a hand on his shoulder. “You’re gonna do great, you big fuckin’ bear of a man.” He ruffle’s Miguel’s hair.
Miguel gives a half-ass hum in response.
“Well then, I’ll be out there, mate, cheerin’ you on.” He puts his hands in his vest pockets and walks out the room.
As he reaches the empty doorframe, Miguel speaks up. “Thank you, Hobie.”
“Anything for you, mate.” Hobie nods and goes to join the audience.
Miguel fastens his gloves and puts on his robe. He warms up waiting for his coach.
“Ready, O’Hara?”
Miguel turns around. “Always ready for a fight.” He clenches his jaw.
Walking down that hallway, the festive colors lighting up his path and the music blaring, he does his little bit, the movements molded into muscle memory.
This is it. This is his last year fighting. If he gets world champ again, he’s free.
Soon, he gets to fight his last fight. And dammit, the world championship will be his last match. Then, he’s never gonna have to come back.
He weaves under the ropes, entering the ring.
Sitting on the stool, he shrugs off the robe and lets Carlos put the mouthguard in.
“You are going to show this guy exactly why people call you el oso!”
Miguel beats his gloves together and nods. He might not like his job right now, but he really wants to hit something and goddammit if his opponent doesn’t look so beatable right now.
Coach Carlos steps out of the way, and Miguel stands to walk to the ref as he calls for him to center.
“We went over the rules in the dressing room.” Right before Hobie got here. “I want to remind you to protect yourself at all times, and obey my commands.” Ring the damn bell already. “God bless you both,” I don’t need it but this kid might. “Touch up,” here we go. He touches gloves with his newbie opponent and each goes back to their respective corners.
Miguel takes an orthodox stance.
The bell rings.
Miguel lands the first punch. He also lands the last.
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Introducing the Exanimate Insanity (InanimateSwap) AU!!
Since this has been doing so well on twitter, i decided to share it with you all here as well !! This au we made is inspired by the whole underswap thing where characters swap roles with one another !! I hope you guys like it we worked really hard on it and we're continuing to work on more stuff with this au !!
More info (+art!) under the cut :] SUPER LONG THREAD BTW !!
1. Nickel (The Pint Sized Leader), and Baseball (The Ball of Insincerity)
2. Microphone (The Loudmouthed Jerk), and Knife (The Jab To The Ears)
3. Suitcase (The Forgivable), and Balloon (The Pushover)
4. Bow (The Wannabe), and Pepper (The Sweet yet Bitter One)
5. Paintbrush (The Creative Mindset), and Lightbulb (The Sparkling Firework)
6. Salt (The Desperate Memory), and Marshmallow (The Forgettable Sweetheart)
7. Dough (The Explosive Puzzle Piece), and Bomb (The Unusual Stoic)
8. Paper (The Calm Idiot), and Pickle (The Insanitys' Candidate)
9. OJ (The Long Gone Rogue), and Taco (The Easy-Going Victor)
10. Tissues (The Teary Eyed), and Cheesy (The Walking Stench)
11. Yin-Yang (The Balanced), and Cherries (The Rivals)
12. Trophy (The shining freak), and Soap (The jealous jock)
13. Cabby (The Studier), and Apple (The Ditzy Genius) ok so the only thing we Really changed here are their personalities because Cabby's OWN BODY is important to her story, and also tbh we couldn't think of who to swap Apple with. So she'll be friends with S&P in this au!
14. Test Tube (The Rambling Fan), and Fan (The Mad Scientist)
15. Goo (The Angsty Puddle), and Blueberry (The Optimist)
16. Tea Kettle (The Selfless Helper), and Lifering (The Proud Papa)
17. The Floor/Guinea (The Unknown Luck), and Clover (The Tiny Sneaker) In this au, Clover is like a regular plant stuck to the ground, and as for Floory, we had to give him a body and since his VA is from Australia, we thought he would be a Spreading Guinea Flower, or Guinea!
18. Candle (The Posh), and Silver Spoon (The Enlightened)
19. Ghost Salt (The Dead Memory), and (Salt) Bot (The Unwilling Shadow) !! Bot's form is inspired by Canon Salt because we all know that Bowbot was created out of Fan and Testube's idealized version of the real Bow. So we thought Idealized Salt was based off of canon hehe
20. MePhone4 (The Envious Terminator), and MePhone4s (The Short Tempered Host)
21. Alex Inksky (The Man of No Regret), and Corn Cob (The Bearer of Bad News)
22. Siri/Stylus (The Upgraded), and Trash (The Fool) So we know 4S Had Siri in canon ii right? OK SO before 4S ran away, he sees this robot stylus body. We couldn't swap "mepad" and "toilet" with each other because we thought it'd be too difficult.
23. B.R.I.A.N. (The Writer) Since 4S is voiced by Brian, we thought that He would be the "Adam" of this Universe hehe
24. Box (The Pastry Box) LAST BUT NOT LEAST!! BOX!! Weeee couldnt change him either so his box type just changed
Thank you for reaching the end of the thread!! have a bonus doodle i made of swap!suitcase in s1ep1 :]
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Lavender & Mint with Steven Grant
Steven Grant & FReader
Edited by @melodygatesauthor
Again, I really want to give a big thanks to @melodygatesauthor for all her her help and for editing this work. Also, for her encouragement to do it. I highly recommend you read her stuff it's so good. ❤️
I love the smell of lavender as it's calming, and I use this shampoo. It's a tea tree one (I have psoriasis), and I thought of Steven just being soft and needing some love ❤️ plus I associate certain smells with people and feelings, yep, I'm weird. Lol. Please enjoy and feel free to reblog and give any feedback.
Summary:
Steven has a bad day at work, which leads you to one on the boy's secrets regarding you. Steven needs love as he's soft and sweet.
Word count: 622
No warnings, SFW, Pure Fluff, Comfort, Kissing.
Steven, love, you okay ?” You asked already, knowing the answer.
You received a text from him earlier, “Hiya love. I’m so sorry, will be
home late tonight. Works a bloody nightmare. Love you. S xx”- Poor
Steven, you thought again as you closed the flat door.
There’s no reply, but you know he’s home as the lights are on, and
there’s music faintly playing in the background. You hang your jacket
up next to his. You gently smile to yourself as your hand brushes
against the soft fabric.
You follow the music and discover Steven’s having a shower. Instead
of scaring him half to death, you leave him be and decide to make
some tea. After putting the kettle on to boil, you go to feed Gus II,
and while passing the tv, you switch it on, leaving it on the History
channel.
You reach up for yours and Steven’s favourite mugs, avoiding
knocking down Marc’s and Jake’s. As the kettle whistles, Steven pads
softly into the kitchen wrapped in a towel and drying his unruly wet
curls. “Hiya Love” he says, wrapping his arms around you, kissing the
top of your head. You feel him completely relax against you, as he
let’s out a breath he didn’t know he was holding in.
“You OK Love?” You say turning to face him.
You take his handsome face in your hands and rub your thumb
across his jaw. Steven nuzzles into your palm, apologising for the
stubble there. You look into his tired, but still beautiful chocolate
eyes.
“I love feeling it, I love feeling you, love”. You kiss him softly, and
Steven whimpers as a tear rolls down his cheek.
“I will be love, it’s..., it’s just work today was bloody hectic. And
Donna, we’ll you know how she is.” You can see Steven’s upset, and
you grab him and hold him till he calms down in your arms.
“Love. I’m sorry you had this happen to you love, is there anything I
can do for you?.”Steven’s quiet for a moment looking at you, then he
boops your nose and smiles.
“ I... “ he goes quiet again, looking behind you. You assume he’s
talking to Marc and Jake as his head nods. “ Sorry, love. We’re so
lucky to have to have you.”
You smile “I love you all, so much.”
With a love-struck look on his face, you tell him to go get changed, and you’ll sort the tea.
“What about you love?” he asks walking away,
“I’ll pour the water and come get changed Love”
After your both changed and comfy on the small sofa. A
documentary starts about Cleopatra.
Steven gets himself comfy cuddling into you. Your arms are around
his shoulders as he plays with your fingers. You’re just about to kiss
the top of his head when you smell something familiar.
“Steven did you use my shampoo?.”
Steven’s cheeks heat up “Erm ... sorry, love. I was hoping you would
be back before I got home. But you weren’t and I was upset, and I
wanted something to comfort me”
You kiss his head, giving him a squeeze “so is that why you all smell
my hair then?”
He tilts his head up softly smiling “yes Love. The smell of lavender and mint always reminds us of you.”
Smiling to yourself, you both snuggle closer together. You mentally
take note to buy more shampoo, now confirming your suspicions.
Steven gives your hand a squeeze, bringing you back to reality. You
squeeze Stevens' hand back and feel lucky to have not one but three
hearts that love you. And you love them to the moon and back.
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sorry if this doesnt count as a confession much but im lookin for obscure-ish osc shows to watch if anyone has any personal preferences!
I watched ONE, TPOS, and started BURNER, and have bfdi / ii on the list
any others you (the reader) think i should watch? and having a non-spoilery Why would be nice as well <:3
thanks if you decide to post this confessiony
OK !! here are some of my favorites:
love of the s*n (non-competition show about the object afterlife. it has part of an episode out atm and some cool arg thing on the side)
ion (one of the most unique artstyles of the osc, it's about a small group of objects that woke up in a melted down nuclear plant and have to figure out what happened and how to escape)
showvember (joke show but it's really fun. it's made like an exquisite corpse with one person making each episode with as little knowledge about the other episodes as possible)
take two sides (another incredibly unique art style being 3d with some 2d assets. it's a comedy focused show with a heavy tumblr and fandom influence. theres some cool worldbuilding shenanigans. criminally underrated)
object battle city (this is a more typical competition object show but the absolutely insane jump in quality from episode 1 to 4 is so commendable. i really love it)
They're all pretty short watches, either being new or having a long production time per episode. hope you can enjoy 'em! -🫒
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Tall Tales Part 1.
Ok: to premise, this is my first ever work that I have posted, ive reread it a billion times anxiously and im finally gonna post it, dont have any art of the characters rn, use your ⭐imagination⭐ and or self insert 😏👍
The relationship can be taken romantically or platonically at this point, but it will have romance later on.
Here we go!
Avril unknowingly wanders off the path , as the trailmarkers are unclear and it is fairly new, they follow a straight clearing of trees, taking a left, walking for about a mile and going in a few circles.... and finally realise that they are lost. "noooo... .shit.."
They stay put, not knowing where to go and begin to call out to anything around them....
"Helloooooo!!!!!" they bellowed
"Im lost can anyone hear me !!!!"
Silence.....
That is until the slow rythm of the shaking ground became apparent, they looked around, fearing that an earthquake or rockslide would be their next challenge. Unable to pinpoint the source, Avril sprinted to the middle of the clearing, knowing they would be safer from falling objects.
The shaking persists, becoming louder, the pauses between make them wonder what the hell would make this sort of noise... None of their guesses were correct.
.
.
.
While wandering the forest, Jace senses something peculiar in the air, a scent he hadnt smelled in a while...
He approached the source, seeing a clearing, and right in the center. . .
Was that a human ? Jace smiled to himself, heheh, this would be fun~
Jace attempts to be lightfooted, it seems to have worked, in a way, as the human cannot tell where the massive tremors originate, it looks around jolting its head back and forth- Jace steps out of his hiding spot behind the thick foliage, revealing himself to the tiny being who is speechless at the sight of him. Crouching down and idly resting his chin in his hands, Jace takes in it's delightful look of shock and disbelief.
Avril stumbles backwards, attempting to fully take in the impossible sight before them. unable to form coherent thought, let alone words, avril can only stand there, eyes torn open, mouth agape and stuttering half-formed words.
Jace l o v e s this feeling, that look on the poor humans little face ~ mmm, he wishes he could savor it forever.
" Hello there ~" taunts the giant,
"what might you be doing wandering around here ?"
After a moments pause, trying to gather themself, the human speaks up.
"I-i-ii-im lo - lost , the- the tra-ail -"
"-Ohhhh, I see. And you managed to find yourself in my territory! How unfortunate for you~"
Avril pales, not sure what this giant was insinuating, but considering the dark tone he dropped into, they were sure that it was nothing good.
Jaces reaches a hand down, grabbing for the human.
Naturally, Avril attempts to run the fuck away, but they are promptly sprawled out on the ground by a massive hand s l a p p i n g down onto them.
Avril cries out, both from pain and fear as talon-like fingers wrap around their fragile form.
They are hoisted up quickly and flipped over onto the palm of Jaces hand.
Avril attempts to steady themself on the unfamilliar surface, their weak and pained body is assisted by adrenaline, they scramble to get off this thing and run as far away as possible, almost jumping from the surface until they realise the horrific height they have ascended to. Avril backs away slowly, sitting down and hugging their knees. Jace curls his fingers behind their back, making sure they dont fall or try to jump off again.
Avril pants and coughs from the dirt they inhaled during their capture, and Jace eyes them with curiosity.
"Whered' you come from?"
They gasp for a moment more, trying to get their bearings , Jace waits patiently
" a, um , a cam- campground" avril stutters, their bodys tremors match their voice.
With this question, Avril held hope, maybe the giant woud be taking them back?
"Mhm- and what is your name?"
"Av-ril?"
"Ohhh, that is so cute! im going to call you Av for short~"
Oh joy, nicknames.
"Well, my name is Jace." He stated simply
"Jace...?" Av spoke up nervously
"Hmm?"
"W-w what , why,. or-or .u-um"
They had so many questions, all equally terrifying to ask to an 80 ft tall being that literally had your life in its hands
Av took a breath, tremors still shaking their body " Are y- you going to- to let me go... ?" they asked with a slight glimmer of hope
Jace snickers, "let you go? Aw, now why would I want to do that? No darling your stuck with me."Jace teased.
-At least he wasnt mad I asked,,-Av thought, trying to keep a little hope so they didnt start spiraling.
"Av, I cant say I've had the pleasure to meet one of your kind before" jace said with curiosoty
"o- oh, um, same?"
"haha! Well im sure you havent! You humans are quite interesting, but I havent ever been able to get a good look at you before~"
Jaces other hand neared the human, they squeaked,backed up a bit, then, realising they could fall to their death, decided to maybe not do that and curled back into a ball instead.
Jace pinched av's arm between his fingers, not taking too much care to be gentle. Av clenched up, unsure what the behemoth wanted with them, what if he was going to tear their arm off! He could rip Avril limb from limb without breaking a sweat! Maybe he wanted to see how much meat they had on their bones.... See if they were even worth eating.
Jace could feel its tiny, tiny fingers between his huge ones, ahh, that is just too cute! His fingers slide up its arm, so little and squishy~ its cute little face was tragically covered up as it curled into itself. Jace then noticed the humans shaking , his mouth made an 'O' shape realising he may be hurting it. . . he released its arm, which was immediately pulled into the shaking ball.
"whups, you alright tiny? "
After a few seconds of no response
Jace poked it, eliciting a surprised squeak.
"What are you doing all huddled up like that ?"
Still no response came from the shivering mass
"Hmmm. . . "
Jace shifted his hand, causing the ball of human to roll for a second, letting out a short scream as it unfurled. Jace was happy to see it's little face again, it was still shaking but at least he wasnt being ignored.
He hummed in thought before pivoting in the other direction, away from avrils last connection to the human world.
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moss @boygirltitties 's 900 DTIYS!! YAY!!!!
sorry dmitri's hair is off from how his looks in the original.. ii struggled way too much and that was what i settled on so i did not go Insane. i colored this in a mcytblr art house call btw <- they heard me going crazy ^_^ Also Oh my God ignore the fucking poll that randomly stop existing on Dmitri's face, I fucked up real bad and I didn't know how to fix it so that's the end result.... I am so sorry forever.. OK ANYWAYS HOPE I DID OK MWA MWA love u moss ur so cool always CONGRATSZ ON 900+ FOLLOWERS!!!!!!!
#oc fanart#original character fanart#ok i. my streak of not knowing how to tag this shit CONTINUES!!!!!!!!#possuminnit.art
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If you're still doing requests:
What if the slashers had a S/O who could control animals? (Straight up, this mf could make a group of rats conga line with a few hand movements, lol)
Bonus points: Maybe this ability was the reason the slashers didn't kill them initially?
(I love your headcanons so far, btw! Especially the geese one, lol I hope you have a lovely day/night!)
HEEHEHEHEHEHEHE I LOVE IT!!!!! Animals r so cool lol. I'm remember Ratcatcher II from The Suicide Squad and I am loving it. For some reason I'm reminded of a story where this one girl did like freeform taxidermy?? Only tenuously connected, but hey my brain is missing a few washers. I'm glad you like the geese!!!! I love geese so, so much. I see them at school and its all heart eyes.
CWs: mentions of violence (it's slashers y'all, they go stab and we go "yes king <3", cursing (think y'all are used to that by now lol), let me know if I missed anything!!!
Vincent Sinclair: I genuinely think this boy is very soft. I firmly believe he loves animals and the soft side of life, so he would love that you have such a connection with animals. I think he'd worry about if the animals are ok when all this happens, but he thinks its so cool. I think he'd beg you to bring animals around so he could pet them and sketch them with a proper model.
I think, in Ambrose, the most likely animals on hand would be squirrels, rabbits, and snakes, none of which he's noticed behave the way they do when you're summoning them for protection. You just make a solid line of defense, and he knows better than to fuck with snakes, so he just stops and waits for Bo. Bo is terrified and probably thinks you're Satan, but Vinny is gonna be absolutely fascinated. He begs Bo to keep you around, and Bo was a little too scared to deny it. Would make sure to get you anything you need if it tires you out and would have food and water on hand for the animals. Jonesy is off-limits, unless she's run off and they can't find her (I feel like you can kinda sense the animals around you??).
Bo Sinclair: I just have a gut feeling that this boy is terrified of supernatural shit, at least if you use that supernatural shit against him lol. He loves asking you to do stuff like this as a party trick. Wants to use you to help when hunting (animals), but would also test to see if you can control humans. I think also in softer moments he would love interacting with animals he usually doesn't get to see up close. And, if he pisses you off, I think you could use the woodland critters to your advantage. . . thefUCK DID THESE SQUIRRELS COME FROM--
Would feel the same way about you controlling Jonesy, using it only if she's lost and possibly in danger (but he's also the type to say "she can handle herself" so he'd wait a little bit). Did not appreciate being attacked by the small creatures when he tried to catch you, but he had his shotgun and you cared for the animals and were getting tired. It was quite the stalemate, and quite the compromise. Would every once in a while ask you to bring animals around for Lester to play with, or for Vinny to use as models, or even for Jonesy to play with. He's a family man, what can I say
Michael Myers (RZ): as per usual, stoic and seems uncaring. He isn't the most gentle person ever (he was raised in an asylum by a fucked up doctor-I'll talk about him later, but he's gonna handle animals like a small child). Rough but trying his best, doesn't mean to hurt them. I think using animals would be a good therapy technique, give him something to learn how to be soft with. Starts to love when you bring animals around, and learns to be gentle. Back to the beginning though: like a cat, rather predictably. Sometimes glares at the animals, especially if they decide he is the new mama. I think he would hiss, but he doesn't talk so he just glowers until the animal wonders away (but their insistence starts to warm his heart).
I think birds would be what save you from Mikey. He's marching after you in the dark nature-y parts of Haddonfield, and you summon birds to swarm him. I don't think he'd really react much to the pecking and scratching, might be more sensitive to the noise, but is overall just curious. Like "well this is new." (I think creativity and novelty is like the key way to get him to spare you). He likes to study, and would absolutely observe your power. Y'all stare at each other while you catch your breathe and the birds swarm the Boogeyman, and eventually he turns and walks off. You start catching sight of him following you, eventually, but he never made a move to harm you so you let it be. Eventually becomes very soft with the animals and loves feeling how soft they are, feeling their warmth and feeling them breathe while they lay next to you on his chest.
Thomas Hewitt: I’m sorry y’all, I’m just convinced that this family is terrified of the supernatural. With every superpower, Thomas is a little freaked, Luda Mae is looking for holy water, Hoyt is convinced the devil has finally come for him (he should be worried more about me), and Monty is laughing at Hoyt. However, I think this power would be one that wouldn’t freak them out as much. Like gee animals?? Hoyt and Monty particularly are gonna think you’re harmless, and Luda is going to be a little hesitant around you but overall think you won’t hurt anyone, and Thomas is gonna be so soft. He thinks it’s the cutest thing ever. Like awwww you’re animal themed 🥺🥺 They’d definitely make you take care of rats and maybe get the animals (if they have any on their farm??) to come to slaughter easier. Thomas wouldn’t like that idea, he wants to keep you protected from all the violent shit, and Hoyt would be pissed if you refused. Will start being an ass and Thomas starts to glare at him... and you call on the rabbits and birds. Hoyt never yells at you again. Ever.
I think more small woodland critters would be the most readily accessible. Rabbits, squirrels, birds (can y’all tell I like birds yet lol?). Rats, you’re going to find rats in the basement ad get them to chew through your bindings. When Tommy comes back and finds you free, terrified, and surrounded by rats, he’s going to go get the rest of the family and let you live. I another one that loves loves loves getting to interact with animals up close. Loves petting rabbit (I also love rabbits). Loves the birds landing on his finger like a Disney princess. Feels bad when he has to butcher pigs, and keeps you away from the family cannibal business at all costs. Understands that you’re connected to animals and doubts its any easier when its you know...humans. Mesmerized by you, your powers, and your looks
Brahms Heelshire: he’s a bit conflicted. One one hand, this boy was undoubtably a bookworm, I mean what else could he do while being exiled to the walls?? Anyways, he feels like you’re a character from his childhood books and it makes him love you even more, already associating you with pleasant memories. On the other hand, what the fuck people aren’t supposed to do that????? I think he learns about your power while he’s still in the walls, and he gets over it pretty quickly seeing how careful you are with the doll and other critters you find around the mansion. You refuse to use the rat traps and at first he’s a little annoyed, but then he sees your power and starts to understand why. I think when y’all finally do meet, he’s trying to be as non-threatening as possible and you have gathered an army of rats. He doesn’t move toward you, just starts talking softly and trying to explain who he is. You’d eventually have to ask him to repeat it all cause you were busy trying to not have a heart attack and a stroke at once. Y’all manage to come to an understanding.
While out of the walls, he will pester you with as many questions as he can get out of his mouth. He’s a curious boy, what can I say? I think, like Mikey, he would be a little rough on the animals first before learning to properly handle them. For the love of every god, please use the animals like therapy animals. He can play and pet with them while also learning to confront the trauma of his bullshit parents. I think he would really like rabbits, cause he has the childlike center, and could learn to be decently ok with the rats but I don’t think he will touch them. When deer wander through, he gets super excited. I think he would warm up to a cat or a dog in the house. WAIT NO HE’D MAKE A DOLL OF THE PET TO MATCH HIS DOLL AWWWWWWW!!! Would also probably make woodland dolls. He’d be happy that his doll isn’t lonely anymore :D
Alright, I’ve got the first 5. Let me know if y’all want more!!! I love fluff like this its so cuteeee And n case it wasn’t obvious, I really like birds and rabbits (my favorite plushies are rabbis :3). I can’t tell y’all how honored I feel to be getting requests and follows and just I’m soft 🥺. I’ve never been real popular or had like a solid community of my own so this is all really special to me, and I will be thanking y’all as often as possible <33333
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Hey, could you write something for Reyna? There's so little content and you're an amazing writer.
Maybe about how on the Argo II Reyna and the reader have had a secret relationship, and the crew finds out. Except they haven't even been hiding it this whole time. Like when they thought Reyna liked Jason and Percy, she really didn't.
And if you feel like it, something about Nico learning to accept himself after seeing queer relationships. Please and thank you :)) 🙏
((Thank you for the request! I'm only on the House of Hades so I don't know Reyna that well yet but I hope this is ok! I was already spoiled on Nico and Piper's sexuality but please be careful and check what book I'm on in the masterlist in the future! I hope you enjoy! 💕))
Reyna Secret Dating + Nico Accepting Himself
Reyna Ramírez-Arellano
-You two weren’t one to flaunt your relationship. You never saw the need too. You both knew that you cared for each other and that wasn’t something the world needed to know.
-Maybe because both monsters, demi-gods and gods alike could find out and use it against you. But it was better to be safe than sorry. That didn’t mean you didn’t enjoy the moments of peace with her.
-The two of you stayed in the Argo ll falling asleep in each other's arms after a rough battle. You didn’t expect Leo to come knocking loudly on the door and burst in. “Hey! The meeting is- wait what?” he looks between you two for an explanation
-Reyna was not having it this early in the morning glaring daggers at Leo. “If you don’t get out I’ll shove you out myself.” she says sternly. Leo puts his hands up in surrender and backs out as if staring down a bear, closing the door with that.
-You were all gathered up for the morning meeting while Leo kept looking at the two of you. “So… When were you going to tell us?” Annabeth asks from the head of the table. You raise a brow at that in confusion “We never hid it?”
-”What? But you guys don’t like… Hold hands or even kiss!” Piper asks in confusion. You raise a brow and look over at Reyna who just shrugs. “We’ve held hands and kissed before. We just don’t make a habit of doing it in front of people.”
-Needless to say everyone was pretty shocked by the news but they were at least happy for you both.
Nico Di Angelo
-Being out wasn’t easy. Even though his friends supported him he still struggled with his own thoughts and memories. He was from the 1930’s after all where being gay was well… Unheard of to put it lightly.
-He was torn from his thoughts when Piper put a gentle hand on his shoulder with a sheepish smile. “Are you doing alright?” Nico normally hid his emotions but… Piper was like him, she had a girlfriend. If anyone could relate it’d be her.
-”I… It’s been hard.” Nico admits softly. He wasn’t used to opening up but Piper sits down beside him, watching the sunset over Camp Half-Blood. She seems to take a moment to form her thoughts and words.
-”I’m sure. I couldn’t imagine how you’re feeling knowing how things were in the past but… Things arent’ the same anymore.” Piper says looking over at Nico now with a kind smile on her face.
-”We have a community, even a celebration. I think you’d love going to a pride festival.” That does get Nico’s attention as he perks up in curiosity at that. “A pride festival?” he asks softly.
-Piper nods happily “An entire festival for people like us, where we can all group up and just be ourselves without worrying what people think. Where we can form up as a community and celebrate being ourselves.” Nico looks at Piper mostly to see if she was joking, but seeing she was serious he hesitantly nods. “I… I want to go.” Piper grins happily at that and ruffles his hair, much to Nico’s annoyance “Perfect! We’ll go to the next one together!”
-He may never be able to get over the hesitance he felt but he was glad he had friends and a community to be there for him. He hoped his sister was proud.
~Masterlist & Rules~
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Will there be a part two for Get Away From Her? Maybe one where Karlach and the Reader reunite and they defeat Zariel for good?
Sorry it took some time, since I didn't want to edit it, but here is the second part! Hope you enjoy!
Get Away From Her PT. II
Karlach X Fem! Reader
CW: Language and gore
WC: 3.1k+
"Y/N, are you ok?" Shadowheart asked me as I was staring off the edge of the cliff, Clive being held tightly in my arms.
"Why am I still going, Shadowheart?" I asked, not taking my eyes off of the water that was thousands of feet from me.
"You're going for her, Y/N."
"It's been three years. I don't even know if Karlach is dead or not. I-I don't know if Zariel is doing anything bad to her."
I turned and faced Shadowheart, "W-What if she needed me and I wasn't there to help her?"
Tears started to form into my eyes as I clutched Clive tighter and tighter.
"What if she's dead and I don't know it?!" I clenched my jaw tightly before wrapping my arms around Shadowheart.
She hugged me tightly as I cried in her shoulder. My tail came around and wrapped around her calf. Her hands reached up and slowly started to pet at my hair, the way Karlach would do in an attempt to calm me down.
"What if she's gone and I didn't tell her how much I loved her? How much she meant to me?" I sobbed harder into Shadowheart's shoulder.
"I'm sure she's still going strong, Y/N. You knew Karlach best. She'll fight through the literal Hells and back if it means she gets to see you again. She'd do anything to make sure she gets back to see you once more."
"I-I just miss her so much, Shadowheart. I-I don't know what to do anymore. I-I just feel numb all the time and Clive isn't helping anymore. It just makes it worse and makes me even more sad."
"I know, Y/N," she said, her one hand rubbing the base of one of my horns. That was another spot that was enough to get me to calm down. More like put me in a comatose state to where I could finally sleep soundly, since I wasn't sleeping well ever since Karlach returned to Avernus in my stead.
My feet started to tingle and my knees began to feel weak. Slowly slumping over in Shadowheart's arms, my eyes fluttered closed and she carefully put me on the ground, away from the edge of the cliff.
"I fucked up, Shadowheart," I breathed out, still somewhat conscious.
"You didn't, Y/N."
"It should have been me," I whispered. "I should be the one in Avernus with Zariel right now. I should still be there while Karlach is with you."
"You know better than anyone that if Karlach stayed here, her engine would have blown."
"She wanted to go out in her home. Avernus was never her home. This place was. She never wanted to go back," I rolled over onto my left side, holding onto Clive. "Neither of us wanted to go back to Avernus."
"Y/N?" Shadowheart asked.
"Yeah?"
"What would you do if you were given the chance to return?"
"I'd give anything to return to Avernus and make sure she's ok. And to take down Zariel myself."
"Well, you certainly have grown as a fighter since Karlach left," she said.
"I had to. It kept me from jumping off of a cliff."
"Well," Shadowheart disappeared for a moment and returned. She set something down behind me. Turning to find what she set down, it was my sword. Reaching over, I grabbed the hilt and Shadowheart opened up a portal. I stood up and found Avernus was waiting for me. Turning to face Shadowheart, she gave me a small, sad smile.
"S-Since when can you make portals?"
"I read it in Karlach's notebook. Gale taught me how to do that."
"A-And you've been keeping this from me?"
"I wanted to wait until I knew you were ready to head back there. Bring Karlach home, Y/N. Bring her back to us. To you."
I nodded my head, handing her Clive, "Take care of Clive while I'm gone."
Stepping through the portal, I ended up exactly where I needed to be: Zariel's palace. Scanning the surroundings, I made sure that I was in the right place. Confirming I was there, I chuckled to myself as I began to sneak down towards the holding cells. I'd have to kiss Shadowheart in the most platonic way I can when we get back. She just saved me a shit ton of time by sending me to Zariel's palace.
Heading down to where the cells were, I made my way to where my cell used to be. If Karlach was going to be anywhere, she had to be either here or glued to Zariel's side. Finding my cell, there was a different devil in there. Sighing, I started to wander around the palace now. I made my way to where her room used to be. Opening the door, there was no one in there and it looked like that room belonged to another devil or maybe even another Tiefling. Now I was out of leads on where to find Karlach. I guess the only option was to find Zariel's war room or throne room. Heading to the war room first, since I figured she'd be in the throne room of all places, I just had to check to make sure.
Entering the war room, she wasn't there either. Fuck Zariel. She's really going to make me wander this entire palace to find Karlach. Maybe she knew I was here. Maybe that is why she is away from the most obvious places. Leaving the war room, it was now time to enter the throne room. Reaching the large wooden doors, I placed my hands on both of the doors, pushing with all of my might to open them. Once they started to open, I entered the large room that had a ceiling that was about twenty feet upwards. It was enough room for Zariel to fly out of the room if she was ever threatened. I had to make sure she didn't escape. I wanted her dead. Finding her sitting atop of her throne, Karlach was standing right beside her. Her eyes found mine and while she wanted to smile, her face dropped as her eyes darted towards Zariel and back to me. She slightly shook her head, trying to get me to return back to Faerun. I was here now and I was going to bring her back with me.
"So, my pet decided to come back after all," Zariel smirked.
"To the Hells with you, Zariel," I sneered. "Because that is exactly where I am going to put you."
"You can certainly try," Zariel turned towards Karlach. "Finish her."
Karlach turned towards me. She sighed, nodding her head. She mouthed the words 'I'm sorry' to me as she reached to grab her axe. Walking towards me, I pulled out my sword and got ready.
"I don't want to fight you, Karlach," I said.
"I-I know," she whispered. "I have an idea."
"I'm listening."
"Make it pretend like we're fighting. If we anger Zariel enough, she'll step in and try to get rid of you herself. That's when I'll come in," she smiled at me.
I nodded my head and we did just that. We pretended to fight one another, but also made it look real to Zariel. Karlach was holding back because she knew she could defeat me with just one swing of her axe. She neither wanted to hurt me intentionally nor unintentionally. Seeing her fight with no strength at all was odd since she had always given it her all when we were fighting together side by side. But when it came to me, she didn't dare hurt me in the way she hurt our enemies. This went on for a painfully long time until Zariel stood up from her throne, her wings spreading out as she flew towards us. She grabbed me by my horn and threw me onto the ground, hovering over me.
"If my champion won't get rid of you, I will," she raised her sword and was about to cut my head off.
"GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM HER!" Karlach yelled as she jumped onto Zariel's back, putting the handle of her axe against her throat, pulling her backwards and off of me.
Once Zariel was off of me, I stood up and kicked her away. Karlach jumped off of her and shoved her into the ground, placing the blade of her axe by Zariel's neck.
"Any last words, Zariel?" Karlach snarled.
Zariel raised her sword and it came into contact with her axe, sending Karlach stumbling backwards a bit. Zariel rose and flew into the air. I stood beside Karlach, my sword in my hands.
"Look at the two of you. Do you really think the two of you can stop someone like me?"
Karlach and I looked at one another. It felt like that time we were fighting just the two of us against a monster in a cave. The others had to flee since they were badly injured. It was the bloodiest and the most difficult monster we had ever fought. We knew Zariel was going to be much worse than that. But we had to make this work. We had to defeat her once and for all. Then we can truly be free.
"We know we can," we both said before staring up at her.
I charged first, baiting out an attack from Zariel. When she did attack, I dodged and bent down. Karlach ran over to me and jumped off of my back, raising her axe above her head. About to bring it down, Zariel grabbed Karlach by her throat, stopping her and the attack. Throwing my sword towards Karlach, she grabbed it with her tail and used it to cut at Zariel's abdomen. She hissed as she let go of Karlach, landing on the ground. She handed me my sword back.
"Go for her wings," I said.
"You've got to bring her down towards the ground. She's still too high up," Karlach said.
Looking around the room, I found a chain that raised a wooden chandelier up towards the ceiling.
"Buy me time," I said and headed towards the chain.
Karlach was now trying her best to not only get some decisive hits in, but to dodge Zariel's air attacks. Reaching the chain, Karlach moved into position to where Zariel was underneath the chandelier. Taking my sword, I raised it above my head and brought it down onto the chain. The chandelier started to plummet towards Zariel and Karlach. But Zariel saw it and she managed to get out of range, but it drew Karlach into it.
"KARLACH!"
She looked up a little too late. She tried to dodge it, but it landed right on top of her. I rushed towards her, finding her legs were caught underneath the chandelier. But it wasn't enough to break her legs, which I was suprised by. She groaned as she pushed herself upwards, trying to get the chandelier off of her.
"Karlach," I knelt beside her. "I-I'm so sorry."
"It's alright, Y/N," she breathed out. "It's going to be alright."
Zariel came over and removed the chandelier, only to reach down and grab Karlach by her intact horn, raising her into the air.
"Karlach!"
She let out a scream as she was dangling in the air.
"I should have your head for what you just did," Zariel hissed. "Trying to pull such an old trick in the book on your master."
"Y-You're not my master," she hissed through clenched teeth. "I serve no one other than myself."
"And what of Y/N?"
"Leave her out of this. Let her go and I won't go against you anymore."
"I don't believe that," she raised her sword and placed the tip of the blade by her throat. "I might as well get rid of the problem here and now."
"You better not lay a finger on her, Zariel."
"And what if I do? You won't be there to stop me."
"You touch her, consider yourself as good as dead."
"A dead person can't come back to fight the living."
"They may not, but we can certainly haunt them."
"Any last words, Karlach?"
While the two of them were talking, I had grabbed Karlach's axe and snuck around the chandelier to where I was now facing Zariel's back. Only Karlach could see what was about to happen. A smirk appeared on her face as she turned back to Zariel.
"Later, motherfucker."
Karlach's tail came up and smacked the sword out of Zariel's hand. I raised her axe and brought it down onto one of Zariel's wings. She let out a howl as she let go of Karlach, dropping her onto the ground. Zariel turned and used her other wing to smack me away. I fell onto the ground, dropping Karlach's axe. Zariel grabbed her sword and raised it up, about to kill Karlach who was defenseless on the ground now. Picking myself up, I grabbed Karlach's axe once more and rushed towards Zariel.
"Get away from her!" I yelled, raising the axe once more and cutting off her other wing.
Zariel dropped her sword, arched her back, and faced the ceiling. She let out the most bone chilling yell I had ever heard. Karlach grabbed Zariel's sword and plunged it into her abdomen while I took hold of mine, pushing through her back and the tip protruded out from her chest. Blood started to spurt out and pour from the wounds. Zariel fell to her knees and her breathing was starting to get heavy and shallow. I handed Karlach her axe.
"Any last words, Zariel?" Karlach asked, raising her axe up.
"You can never escape me," she whispered.
"We may not be able to, but at least we're free now. Oh and before I forget, thanks for the tune up," Karlach smiled.
Zariel sneered, "I never should have given you that tune up. But you were persistent and always nagging me."
"But you still did it. Later, fucker!"
Karlach raised her axe and the blade went right through her skull, stopping to around the middle of her head. Pulling the axe out, blood was dropping from it as Zariel's lifeless body fell onto the ground. Blood had managed to get on Karlach's face when she finished off Zariel. Breathing heavily, she dropped her axe and rushed towards me. I ran into Karlach's arms and hugged her tightly, tears streaming down my face.
"Karlach!" I sobbed into her chest.
"I'm here, darling," she whispered, kissing my head over and over. "I'm here."
"I thought you died!"
"I didn't. It's going to take a lot more to kill me," she let out a nervous chuckle.
Pulling away, she placed her hands on my cheeks and brushed my tears away. I reached up and placed my hands on hers, caressing the back of her hands with my thumbs.
"I'm sorry for making you wait so long," she said.
"I-I didn't know what became of you. S-So I came to see what happened to you."
"I'm glad you did. I was going to need some help to take down Zariel."
I pulled her in for another hug, continuing to cry into her chest. Her one hand ran through my hair while the other ran up and down my back.
"Shh, shh, love," she cooed. "You're alright. We're alright."
Composing myself, I pulled away and found her eyes. How I missed looking into those fire like eyes of hers. Leaning towards her, I placed my lips against hers. A smile crawled onto her lips as she kissed back. It was a long awaited kiss that neither of us wanted to break. Pulling away to breathe, Karlach made sure we had everything before we walked out of the throne room.
"Oh, wait," Karlach walked back towards Zariel's body.
"What are you doing?" I asked, walking over to her.
Karlach, being her goofy self, started to dance over her dead body. I tried to contain my laughter, but I couldn't. I soon walked over and joined her. Afterwards, we both flipped her off and walked out of the throne room. She opened up a portal back to Faerun.
"Ladies first," she gestured towards the portal.
"Haha, very funny," I said and shoved her through the portal.
I followed after her and before we knew it, we were with the others once more. Karlach almost fell on top of Astarion, who was freaking out, while the others were rejoicing to see her return alive. I stepped out of the portal and joined the celebration with the others. I walked over to Shadowheart and hugged her.
"Thank you for sending me exactly where I needed to be."
"Figured you needed to be in Zariel's palace."
"I did. Thanks, Shadowheart."
"What the hells happened there?" she noticed both of us were covered in blood.
"Let's just say, I don't think any more devils are going to be after us."
"You got rid of her?"
"Once and for all. We're finally free."
Our celebration lasted well into the night to the point where I had to step out because of how rowdy everyone was getting, especially Karlach. Grabbing Clive, since he was with my things, I walked over to the cliff I was standing by earlier today. Sitting down, I let my legs dangle off the side of the ledge. I smiled, finally knowing that both of us were free and Karlach was going to be here for as long as she wished. Walking towards me, I turned to the sound of footsteps. Finding her walking towards me, was the fiery Tiefling I fell on love with. She came over and sat down beside me, her tail getting entangled with mine.
"How are you, love?" she asked.
"Happy now that I have you back," I leaned against her shoulder.
She smiled and pressed her forehead against the top of my head, "Thank you for coming to get me. But," she pulled away and grabbed the horn that was closest to her. "That was a very irresponsible thing to do, Y/N!"
"Ow! Ow! Ow! Hey, Karlach!" I shoved her, getting her to let go of my horn.
"But thank you," she said, kissing my forehead. "I don't know what I would have done without you there to save me."
"Well, you saved me many times over. It's time I pay it back."
"Y/N," she reached over and grabbed my hand, holding it tightly in hers. "I am your lover. It's my job to protect you."
"It's also my job to protect you, too."
"I know, but out of the two of us, I am the strongest one here."
"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked, chuckling.
"Exactly as I mean," she smiled. "I know you can handle yourself, but I just want to make sure you're safe when I am around."
I smiled and snuggled against Karlach, "I'm always safe with you around."
"I know, darling."
"Oh, I kept Clive safe for you," I said and handed her the stuffed bear.
"Hold on to him for a bit. Because then I can do this," she turned and picked me up.
She set me on her lap and pulled me close to her. I rested my head on her shoulder and she rested hers on mine. Our heads nuzzled against one another's for this peaceful moment. It would soon turn into something else as Karlach buried her face into the crook of my neck, planting chaste kisses up and down my neck.
"K-Karlach," I breathed out.
"Gotta make up for lost time," she chuckled.
"I love you, Karlach."
"I love you, too."
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Hi, could you make a part two of ‘A good Deed’ if you have time also your writing is really good and I hope you’re having a good day
A GOOD DEED (part II )
Part I
Pairing: Joseph Quinn x fem!reader
Warnings:none
a/n: I honestly had no intentions to write a part 2, but then you asked for it so nicely and, well...flattery works with me.
"nonononono that's all wrong" you said frantically, getting up from your chair as he stopped the atrocity he was putting that poor, innocent guitar through.
You had been trying to teach him the basics for two hours now, and, frustratingly enough, he wasn't getting any better.
He laughed softly " Sorry"
You bit down a smile "You're positioning your fingers all wrong" you explained, with a calmer tone.
"I know" he exhaled "It's hard" he looked up at you with a frustrated look.
"It's really not" you patronized him "You just don't listen to me".
he looked at you with a shocked face, feigning outrage and slamming a hand to his chest. "Me?"
you smiled "Yes, you" you repeated as you sat down again.
"Ok, maybe it's true" he admitted "but in my defense, you're a very distracting teacher" he smirked, making you blush.
You bit your bottom lip"Well then maybe I'm not the right one"
"Oh no no no" he shook his head "I like being distracted" he grinned.
You looked at him disapprovingly "What will your boss say when you'll have to shoot the guitar scene and you won't be able to play a single note?"
"I'm sure he'll understand" he smirked.
You rolled your eyes at him and took your guitar from where you'd placed it on the floor "All right, let's try this again", you said positioning your fingers on the strings and starting to play the opening four power chord riff of Deep Purple's "Smoke on the Water", looking up at him, signaling him to follow your lead.
He nodded and started too, immediately stopping as he made a mistake.
"This is impossible" he cried out.
"For fuck's sake Joe, didn't you say you played the guitar when you were younger?" You felt like you were about to go crazy. How was he this bad at it?
"I did" he half-laughed at your exasperation.
"Well, where the fuck did all that knowledge go?" you chuckled.
"I have no idea" he laughed, followed by you.
"Please help me," he begged, feigning desperation and pouting at you.
God, he was so cute.
You took a deep breath and got up. setting your guitar on the chair.
"Ok," you said, placing your hands on his shoulders to crouch behind him. Your face was in between his neck and shoulder, and his delicious scent was all you could smell. You bit your lip, and cleared your throat "Ok, Give me your hands"
"Wow, how about a date first?"
You giggled "Just gimme 'em" you dismissed him, putting your hands in front of his chest, and jiggling impatiently your fingers.
"As you wish" he said, putting them on top of yours so that the back of his hands were flat against your palm.
You felt a spark ignite from the contact, and you held your breath for a second, while you saw his lips twitch momentarily into a smirk.
"Ok" you muttered under your breath as you moved both of your hands on the guitar, slowly guiding his fingers to the right spots on the strings.
God, you really hadn't thought this through, had you?
You were so close to him that you could feel and hear his breathing, and it was hard to concentrate with the feeling of his hands in yours.
"Is this right?" he asked, turning to you, and finding himself at millimeters from your face.
He didn't seem at all bothered by it, actually, you could see a bit of amusement in his eyes. The little shit did it on purpose.
"Uh.wh-what?" you asked confused, not moving away.
He bit down what you were sure would have been a cocky grin as his eyes fell for a moment to your lips.
"My fingers" he murmured, against your mouth, sending a shiver down your spine.
"O-Oh right" you looked down at them" y-yes, that's right" you cleared your throat.
he raised his eyebrows and smiled wide "great" he said, before turning his head back.
You softly sighed with relief.
"Ok, let's try it together" you told him
"All right" he nodded, and you started playing, guiding his fingers on the instrument, as the music took form and spread through the whole room.
"wow" he breathed out as he completed the riff.
You smiled happily " See, it wasn't that hard now, was it?"
He laughed softly "Well, no. Not when you're moving my fingers, it's not" he chuckled.
"That's why now" you let his hands go, got up, and walked back to your chair "You're gonna do it alone"
He groaned "I liked the other teaching method better" he complained.
You laughed "Yeah, I had no doubt of it".
"Oh shit" you exclaimed, looking at your watch "It's late I gotta go" you said getting up.
"O-Oh, already?" he said, clearly disappointed.
You smiled "already? We've been here the whole afternoon"
He stopped a second, realizing you were right "W-well, yeah, I suppose you're right. I just-" he scratched his head.
"What?" you chuckled
"Nothing" he got up, and placed his guitar on the chair "I guess I just liked spending time with you" he raised his shoulders.
"Oh" you breathed out.
Well, that was nice.
"W-well, we can see each other tomorrow if you'd like" you suggested, "You know, to practice again" he was staring at you and you panicky started gathering your things so as not to have to look into his eyes.
"Like" you laughed nervously "You definitely do need the practice, so..." you explained, straightening up, flipping your guitar behind your back, and looking at him, smiling.
"definitely" he finally said, grinning.
You smiled awkwardly at him and started down the front door, followed by him.
"So I'll see you tomorrow then?" You placed your hand on the knob and turned around.
he bit his lip, looking like he was debating on whether or not to do something.
"Yep, same time as today."
"great" you mumbled, opening the door and stepping outside.
"wait Y/N" you heard joseph call, causing you to turn around, visibly confused.
"I-I" he stuttered, stepping closer to you before he visibly gave up and crashed his lips with yours, catching you off guard.
You stumbled backward and he caught you, placing his arms on your waist, and pulling you closer to him.
As you slowly processed what was happening, you kissed him back, throwing your arms around his neck.
You could feel little fireworks going off all over your body and at the same time hear your interior self screaming.
It was really happening.
He leaned away, breaking the kiss and you looked at each other, both smiling like idiots while catching your breath.
"Took you long enough" you joked.
He smiled and leaned down, placing his lips on yours again.
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Part II: Ok, so what are Cognitive Functions?
(Previous post: What is MBTI, the basics, and letter typing
Following post: Expanding on the Functions)
The system of typology subscribed to here is the combination of Myers-Brigg's Type Indicator as well as Jung's Cognitive Functions. Everything mentioned in Part I is the first level of understanding the MBTI types, and if what follows changes your mind on which type you are, don't be too surprised. The basic dichotomies are difficult to ascribe to yourself when you are a multifaceted human being.
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Wait!
Before you begin to read on every function, try Mistype Investigator's Test. This is an opportunity for you to have your possible personality type in mind before you gain biases by reading further.
I also encourage you to try it again once you finish reading (it'll be linked in Part V) to reassess with new information on every function. This isn't a requirement, but it might help you figure out your type.
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The 8 Cognitive Functions
There are four letters (N, S, F, T) each with an extroverted or introverted component to them (e, i). This alone does not mean it makes you socially extroverted or introverted, but instead, it's a code to signify whether this function is subjective, aka internally oriented (introverted), or objective, aka externally oriented (extroverted). We'll break them down in groups.
The list:
Input functions - Ne, Ni, Se, Si
Output functions - Fe, Fi, Te, Ti
Note that I use the names "Input" and "Output" functions instead of their traditional names, Perceiving and Judging, respectively. This is to clear up any confusion regarding the names - you have judging functions even if you are a xxxP type, and you have perceiving functions even if you are a xxxJ type.
What "perceiving" and "judging" mean in this context is how you absorb and receive information, and how you process and make decisions respectively.
Input Functions
Ne - Extroverted Intuition. Dom: ENFP & ENTP, Aux: INFP & INTP
Primary Goals: Ne uses novel ideas to promote a sense of hope and optimism
Key Words: Exploring Possibilities, Seeing Patterns, Open-Mindedness, Brainstorming
Strengths: Adept at brainstorming new ideas and pushing for change. Can be open, encouraging, experimental, innovative.
Weaknesses: Excessive desire for novelty, unable to appreciate things as they are. Can be irresponsible, noncommittal, "flakey".
Ni - Introverted Intuition. Dom: INFJ & INTJ, Aux: ENFJ & ENTJ
Primary Goals: Ni uses idealistic impressions or symbolic imagery to find purpose and direction
Key Words: Insight, Future Vision, Simplifying & Focusing Ideas, Epiphanies from Subconscious
Strengths: Adept at envisioning meaningful goals and anticipating potential complications. Can be focused, determined, ambitious.
Weaknesses: Tendency to become unrealistic in their beliefs and expectations, unable/unwilling to appreciate life as it is. Can be lethargic, perfectionistic, lacking grounding.
Se - Extroverted Sensation. Dom: ESFP & ESTP, Aux: ISFP & ISTP
Primary Goals: Se uses stimulating experiences to get enjoyment and stay positive
Key Words: Observing with 5 Senses, Improvising, Realistic / Practical, Mindful of Here-and-Now
Strengths: Adept at navigating new territory and seek to achieve peak performance. Can be adventurous, adaptable, entertaining.
Weaknesses: Excessive desire for immediate gratification, difficulty planning for the future. Can be short-sighted, irresponsible, engaging in risky behavior.
Si - Introverted Sensation. Dom: ISFJ & ISTJ, Aux: ESFJ & ESTJ
Primary Goals: Si uses sensory familiarity to establish a sense of stability and security
Key Words: Memory, Preserving Order and Stability, Careful Planning, Tradition
Strengths: Adept at procedural tasks, often relied on for their meticulousness. Can be conscientious, reliable, and dutiful.
Weaknesses: Excessive reliance on the comforts of familiarity, unable to embrace novelty or adapt to change. Can be paranoid, stuck in their ways, stubborn.
Output Functions
Fe - Extroverted Feeling. Dom: ENFJ & ESFJ, Aux: INFJ & ISFJ
Primary Goals: Fe seeks emotional connection to feel part of something larger
Key Words: Group Harmony, Empathy, Influence, Understanding Social Conventions
Strengths: Adept at addressing interpersonal conflict through dialogue and compromise. Can be comforting, nurturing, helpful.
Weaknesses: Gets too emotionally entangled, unable to draw appropriate boundaries, may be prone to confusion when in conflict. Can be insecure, preferential, jealous.
Fi - Introverted Feeling. Dom: INFP & ISFP, Aux: ENFP & ESFP
Primary Goals: Fi uses feelings of integrity to encourage honorable and authentic character
Key Words: Authenticity, Internal Values, Convictions, Understanding Impacts on Emotions
Strengths: Adept at aligning their words and actions with their values, and uphold individuality and personal morality. Can be passionate, loyal, empathetic.
Weaknesses: Tendency to fail to see beyond their beliefs, unable to relate to things outside their experience. Can be impractical, self-absorbed, unrealistic.
Te - Extroverted Thinking. Dom: ENTJ & ESTJ, Aux INTJ & ISTJ
Primary Goals: Te imposes order and organization to achieve efficient and competent behavior
Key Words: Efficiency, Organizing Resources, Nailing Down Solutions, Seeking Results
Strengths: Adept at streamlining plans and taking on impressive workloads to improve productivity. Can be tough-minded, assertive, easily attain competency.
Weaknesses: Overemphasizes “results”, unable to appreciate the journey/process, may believe that the end always justifies the means. Can be prideful, impersonal, ruthless.
Ti - Introverted Thinking. Dom: INTP & ISTP, Aux: ENTP & ESTP
Primary Goals: Ti uses technical knowledge and skill to achieve self-sufficiency and problem-solving
Key Words: Accuracy, Curiosity, Building Logical Systems, Seeking Understanding
Strengths: Adept at dissecting and analyzing problems to tailor elegant solutions and master skills. Can be calm, capable, very adaptable to facts.
Weaknesses: Tendency to an overly reductive attitude, unable or unwilling to process information that doesn’t “make sense” to them. Can be arrogant, semantic/pedantic, apathetic.
(credits to Michael Caloz and mbti-notes for components, alongside some of my own descriptions.)
How do those become a four letter type?
Every personality type is a collection of four of the above functions, two Input and two Output. Of course, every human uses all 8 functions, but some come to you more naturally and some are acquired skills that require a lot of practice or conscious effort to develop.
There are patterns to how these work. Of the functions in your stack, you can only have one of each letter. That is, you can have Se and Ni, but you can't have Se and Si. Same goes for the Outputs.
One function is always paired with another as well - One extroverted function pairs with an introverted function of the opposite letter.
The four pairings are Ne and Si, Ni and Se, Fi and Te, Fe and Ti. One always counteracts and works alongside the other. It creates your inner conflict and it also produces your best work.
An INFP's stack, for example, is Fi-Ne-Si-Te. Fi and Te go together, and Ne-Si go together. An INFJ's stack is Ni-Fe-Ti-Se. Ni and Se go together, and Fe and Ti go together.
Notice that two seemingly similar types (INFP and INFJ) have entirely different functions - they may appear somewhat similar, but process information and make decisions differently.
Now, Let's discuss the Stack.
There's a good chance you read all those descriptions and thought, Wow. I really related to a few of these, but those other ones did not click with me at all. What's going on? Am I untypable?
Worry not, my friend. This is where the stack steps in.
The function stack is the order of the primary four functions that make up how your psyche works. Some functions (the dominant and auxiliary) are confident. These are the ones you use to perform daily tasks. Other functions (tertiary and inferior) are shaky. These ones you find weakness or struggle with, and would likely want to strengthen.
Still other functions you may have some skill with at certain times, and struggle with at other times. These are likely the ones not in your stack, but as a human being you utilize all 8 regardless. The function stack is simply made of your 2 most notable, and their 2 antitheses.
To borrow from te-rri-fi-c of how stacks work, here's the airplane analogy they used:
(totally encourage you to read more on loops and grips only once you've understood everything else. it can get messy otherwise.)
First, your dominant function is the default, or the hero. This function is how you naturally deal with things. It'll likely be one of the first you identify as "this is me!". It's how you live when not under extreme stress. It'll also be your greatest strength, so you might even mention its traits when asked what you're best at. When you come across a problem that doesn't cause extreme stress, this is the function that swoops in and saves the day.
Second, your auxiliary function is the assistant, or the parent. This function is the one you use like a tool, the right hand man to your dominant function. You'll probably read that one and go "I'm pretty good at that one!" It'll often seem like it guides you through life, as the "parent" moniker suggests. This is often the function you'll use when stretching out of your comfort zone, to navigate your situation.
Next, your tertiary function is the troublemaker, or the child. This function is often something you aren't as consciously aware of being a trait, and it may manifest as a weakness or something you haven't practiced too much. This is one you're most likely to say "yeah... I don't exactly do this well but I can see how it interferes in my life". It'll frequently be the function you want to indulge when stressed, and allow it to relax and grow in it's own time.
Lastly, your inferior function is the ideal, or the aspirational. Like tertiary, you'll struggle with this one the most. You'll likely be able to trace this function to your faults or failures in life. But it's often something you'll read and think "man, I wish I could be more like this! I could be much more successful/well liked/better at life!" This function can even feel like your polar opposite, something you don't think you could possibly relate to.
To summarize...
There are 8 cognitive functions, 4 Input ones and 4 Output ones
In those Input and Output groups, there's 2 Subjective and 2 Objective functions.
Input functions relate to how you absorb and receive information. Output functions relate to how you process and make decisions.
Subjective functions are oriented towards the internal self, and Objective functions are oriented towards the external world.
Every personality type has two Input and two Output functions in their primary stack, amounting to a pattern of alternating Subjective and Objective functions.
The stack consists of four functions, your Dominant, Auxiliary, Tertiary, and Inferior. The first two are ones you're skilled at, and the last two are the ones you might struggle with or unconsciously retreat to in times of stress or uncomfortable unfamiliarity.
The Dominant is instinctive. This is your default, and does most tasks and solving problems in your life.
The Auxiliary is more conscious. This is your assistant, and guides you to grow and succeed.
The Tertiary is mostly unconscious. This is your troublemaker, and often tries and fails to accomplish the tasks the parent does in a different way.
The Inferior is difficult to handle with ease. This is your ideal, something you aspire to be, but can also be a source of weakness or shame. It can even seem foreign to you, exactly not who you are.
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