#I just need to not draw some TES art for a bit

[stellastra-scribbles]

October 23, 2024 - Morrowind NPC request #15/15 (woo!)

Sotha Sil / Seht

[mazken]

brush test slash rendering practice with ayem

[bazookaboi]

[*inhale*] GUESS WHAT??? IT APPEARS THAT I HAVE FORGOTTEN HOW TO DRAW THE SIMPLEST OF SEMI-SIDE PROFILES FOR MY CHARACTERS!!!!! CURRENTLY, I CANT DRAW SHIT!! I think this may be art block. WELL WHATEVER IT IS, WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL, THE AUDACITY THAT MY ARTING SKILL HAS RIGHT NOW IS ABSOLUTELY ATROCIOUS!!!!! HOW DARE IT!!! ! IT S. AN EXTREMELY EASY GODDAMN SEMI-SIDE PRFOILE OH MY GOD A I AM GOING TO FUKING BIRD SCREECH IN RAGE

Normally I am able to 3D everything. All of their facial structure. All the anatomy when I draw them semi-realistically. Without references a lot of the time. (Unless I wish to specifically get into the muscular structure because that’s more difficult to memorise) BUT NOW……? HAHAH MY BRAIN JUST SAID, NUH UH!!! NO VAS A DIBUJAR UNA MIERDA PARA LOS PRÓXIMOS 1P2303334 MESES, QUE TE JODES!!!

worst thing is that I have AN UNBELIEVABLE AMOUNT OF IDEAS THAT I NEED TO PRINT FROM MY MIND ONTO THE PHYSICAL WORLD BUT I CAN’T NOW

Oh my… sorry about that long rant, I got a bit carried away…

Anyways, take some anatomy studies of feline faces for now as I try to COMPLETELY ANNIHILATE this bothersome artblock.

[merundil]

another tes oc came alive as i finally got time to draw again ^^ (YIPPE)

small lore here:

his name is Alderion Loearere, and he's a thalmor agent who got tasked to investigate a strange cave that is rumored to be glowing at night, and foul, otherwordly things are happening there. some say it's a wreched beast that took residence in that cave, and some says it's necromancers doing their foul magic in there.

whatever it is, he needs to find out and put and end to it.

it will be simple as breathing, right?

right?

this is his first look, before disasters struck him

here's a 15 sec timelapse of the process of him: ^^ i understand my artstyle can be a bit inconsistent, so i always prepare my timelapses to be ready, just in case!

also my chibi art commissions are open! (see my pinned post)

[thanatologie]

actually i wanna expand on this a little (i say, with no visible lead up):

emmrich, to a rook not from the mourn watch, literally says that all necromancers are mortalitasi, but not all mortalitasi are part of the mourn watch, when they ask him about it and the difference between them. he's absolutely happy to clarify because it's his mission to demystify necromancy and make it less scary to the people he's going to be working with, and it's his special interest. he'll info dump all day long about it.

what you gotta understand here is that the necropolis is this huge, functioning city of the dead, yes, that employs a lot of people. not just necromancers, they've got guards and groundskeepers and shop keepers and a slew of other folks that do different jobs, a lot of which don't require magic and that magic isn't in the skillset of the people working them. i imagine the ratio of mages to non-mages is very small, actually; it's just that the majority of the people we meet from the mourn watch and in the necropolis directly are mages.

basically: not every mourn watch member is a mage, there's other roles to fill and those undoubtedly outnumber the necromancers.

running that place has got to be expensive. like lucanis has a banter with emmrich where they talk about how it's probably the biggest money draw and driving force behind the nevarran economy, because i imagine you have to be able to afford to be buried there, you have to, like any burial ground, purchase your plot. who knows how big the necropolis actually is - it's got a bit of a tardis feel to it, maybe it's bigger on the inside and it's pulling a thing like hank pym's infinite mansion and just expands as needed - but i imagine real estate there comes at a premium. emmrich wasn't able to get his own parents buried there until he'd made full watcher, after all, and i imagine he had the disposable income to have them exhumed, moved, and re-interred in the gardens. with all the appropriate ritual around it.

so, the crux of it, tho, is that the mourn watch itself...i don't think you can say it's a political entity, in and of itself. there's one thing to be up to your ass in the machinations of the nobility, and there's another to be aware of who not to piss off, and what to be aware of to keep your organization functioning. knowing the court mortalitasi and their corpse whisperer are puppeting king markus around and not saying anything because it'll look bad on everyone involved in necromancy - an already villified art outside of their borders - even if they have nothing to do with it.

and the money thing: they need that noble gold to keep themselves going. it's just a fact of life, guys, it's shitty, but they have to take in money and donations from the nobility to pay people, for upkeep on the necropolis itself, to buy supplies they need, the list goes on, organizations like theirs don't run on a budget of five bucks and good will. rook was a casualty (if a member of the mourn watch) of a tough decision, because they pissed off nobles that donate much needed money. but i don't think it was so much as kicking them out forever and ever, actually, but more to get them out of sight, out of mind for a time until the heat was off of them and the next thing to piss off the gentry made them forget about it.

rook was always going to be able to come back home at some point, is what i'm saying, they're the crypt baby. they just had to be removed from sight for a little while so the heat could die down.

i have, like, a whole other thing about the circles in nevarra - how sure i'm willing to bet money the smaller circles in bumfuck nowhere were as shitty as elsewhere to a degree (though to me - the way i've read it - it seems the mages elsewhere freaked out during the rebellions because they were afraid the people of the villages and such were going to come for them, not that they were necessarily directly involved but that's a whole ass thing if you side with the templars over the mages in dai, which is also an entire other thing). and how if the mourn watch were a purely political entity someone like emmrich - an orphan, from a poor background, taken in as a ward of the mourn watch itself - would probably never have ended up where he is, with actual status and wealth, because he is of a common origin and didn't have a dime to his name starting out.

point is: tacitly keeping your mouth shut about the king being undead to keep hundreds of people employed and not embarrass your whole ass country on a world stage isn't great (i'm american, ask me how that feels right now lmao), but it's a necessary evil when you're essentially a publicly funded university and funeral home if you want to stay a publicly funded university and funeral home.

[skyrim-forever]

What inspired you to write?

This is such a great question, thank you so much <3

I gotta do a bit of background first. Growing up I was an art kid, I liked painting, drawing, charcoal, whatever I could get my hands on. My best friend was (and still is) a very gifted writer so I (incorrectly) fell into the idea that I shouldn't even bother to write because she could do it so much better. Then when I was 16 I went through something that caused me to develop PTSD and I couldn't do art anymore. All the life had gotten sucked out of me.

I enter university and suddenly I am surrounded by all these people who didn't have hobbies so much as they had competitive skills. I remember mentioning I liked dancing and had taken some free classes run by someone in my hometown; turns out they had been competitive dancing since they were four! I mentioned I used to do art, they blew anything I ever did out of the water! So I just stopped even trying things because it felt like if I wasn't doing something to be great at it there was no point. I also had other insecurities that played a bit part but I don't want to discuss them publicly.

Then I get to grad school, I end up making a new tumblr account for tes stuff and I start making friends with people who write fanfic. I've been reading fic since I was 14 so it was so cool to interact with wips and seeing things develop. Overtime seeing how supportive everyone was I started to get interested in trying. Some authors I'm very glad to call friends like @dirty-bosmer @lucien-lachance and @thequeenofthewinter are who inspired me to just do it.

The first piece I wrote I was from the Skyrim Sexyman Poll, last Feb. I don't think it's a good piece of writing, but I keep it up on ao3 because it's important. It needed to exist because it showed me I could, I could in fact write fanfic. And then I was like hmmm, fanfic is all about writing scenarios you want, what do I want? And I wanted Ondolemar smut I'll be honest. I've written some other fics that aren't about him and I like them, but having a blorbo is so good for the creative proccess. And it's helped me find my voice and now that I am freed from the shackles of grad school I'm feeling more creative than ever and want to start writing other characters and write weirder fanfic :P

The phrase "the first draft's job is to exist" has done wonders for me <3

TLDR: the cool authors here were so cool that I wanted to be like them too :P

[ryokaidesu]

I absolutely adored the vasily hcs with a colombian s/o !!!! I was wondering if u can make one with a mexican s/o?? 😭💕💕

★ Василий – 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 /𝟐 ★

★ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: /// ★

★ Василий = 𝐕𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐏𝐚𝐯𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐤𝐨, 𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐬 = 𝐌𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬 (𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤), 𝐓𝐞 𝐚𝐦𝐨 = 𝐈 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮, 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐢ñ𝐨/𝐓𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐨 = 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭/𝐁𝐚��𝐲, 𝐟𝐥𝐨����𝐞𝐬 = 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐬ú𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥/𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐨 = 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐝𝐨 = 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐝, 𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐳 = 𝐚𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐞, 𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 = 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐥 ★

★ 𝐌𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐀𝐧𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐦: "𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞. 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨 𝐯𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞. 𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞. ★

★ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 𝟔𝟔𝟑 ★

★ What shall one expect from a starving artist? An art to be seeked. Василий was left on the spot by His S/o in front of such beautiful pieces of art. Felipe Santiago Gutiérrez and His masterpieces portraying the faces of people in Their everyday acts.The details felt warm, unlike what He was used to from home. Something inside Василий was sparked. A desire of some sort, to see and get ahold of more of those everyday acts.

★ The colours presented in the culture of Mexico gave away a feeling of happiness. Василий smiled and tried to mumble some words for Himself. His S/o caught His sweet yet calmed expression, then heard His words. 'Cantares Mexicanos'. With a more modernish book of the same title, His finger traced the names of songs as He tried to step here and there, mimicking dance.

★ As easy as learning how to make cajeta, the colourful dessert Itself, whispering “Te amo.” every other moment became standard for Василий after entering the room. Thus lead to naming His beloved lover a ‘Cariño’ and ‘Tesoro’, although He got used to saying the first one more.

★ What became hard for Василий was the history. Quetzalcoatl? A member of Tezcatlipocas? And another one named Tepeyollotl? For Василий were those names what was ‘Азбука’ – the cyrillic alphabet russians use – to His Cariño. Both of Them could never go around these certain parts of the cultures.

★ When night was to come, Василий loved writing down all the new words He learned. When the day was themed for walking in nature, He wrote down: ‘flores’, ‘cempasúchil’, ‘flor de Mayo’. How beneficial it is to draw Them next to the names!

★ From artistic sphere to history’s tongue twisters and thematic days, Василий was caught in the web of sleepless nights after hearing about la Llorona. Shivers being sent down His spine, poor Василий did not know there are small duendes ahead of Him. Having a colourful mind meant, that He thought He was seeing Them all around.

★ Feeling a bit saddened by what was done to His sleeping cycle, Cariño thought about taking an adventure to the center of His heart with nothing else than lovely flirts steaming with a temperish passion of love. “Hablas Espanol? No matter — my love needs no translation.” – alright, He did think that one try was a bit weird for His Russian roots, but He did give His S/o a smile. It was a bit playful and a bit desenfrenado.

★ And how did it go with barriers of both cultural and linguistic? Василий started making a flip book about more complicated matters, especially when hands and legs were not helping out while talking. Upon meeting each other's families, Василий was rather shocked with how enormous the bloodline was – but the food was plenty just as in His culture. 

★ Throughout the years, Василий got used to the tales and names of folklore, mythology and history. He formed a bit of a passion for listening to these tales being said during family gatherings. For those He gathered all of His charm and learned a dance or two. His S/o parents called Him ‘Canario’ – His dance was as lovely as canary’s singing.

★ Arguments, disagreement and any other tough parts of living together were pointless. Sitting down and stare at each other while arguing with hands? That became a new sport in the household. But only occasionally.

★ And first time seeing Día de los Muertos? Only a sagaz person could catch Him before the day, making sure everything is ready, and during the day… hidden in the crowd with a variopinto smile.

[snowy-weather]

Ralis for the character ask thingy?

Very good one to start with. ^^

First impression:

I always found him interesting. I actually read a bit about him before doing his quest and I was immediately like 'Oh, gotta check this guy out!'

I did definitely think he was scamming me through most of his quest though. XD

Impression now:

Ralis is both awesome and has such a wet cat vibe I absolutely adore him. ^^ He can absolutely kick ass in a fight but also is just a poor little meow meow. I love this mer so much. XD

Favorite moment:

Honestly meeting him when he's digging away at Kolbjorn barrow.

"With me? What's the matter with you? Sorry, I've just had a lot of hork-faced cowards coming by to mock my efforts. Bah! It probably can't hurt to tell you. You look.... mostly honest."

Also in one of my playthroughs when I gave Ralis a bunch of invisibility potions and he kept using them randomly and I kept panicking because I thought I'd lost him. XD But I don't see that as canon to his character per say. Just random fun stuff that happened in my game. XD

Idea for a story:

I've been thinking of writing a story or even series of stories about his adventures with Mirni, and how they eventually got together. Either was part of a larger story about my TES OCs, or just a story on it's own. ^^

Unpopular opinion:

I love this guy. Yeah, doesn't seem like it would be unpopular but I've met some people who love to tell me how much they hate Ralis and how they killed him or even sacrificed him to Boethiah. Overall Ralis doesn't seem to be a very popular character.

Favorite relationship:

Maybe it's cheating but... Ralis and my OC Mirni. XD I ship them so much and I love drawing them together. They have such a fun and slightly disastrous relationship, but they definitely love each other. ^^

Also I like to imagine he and Teldryn kinda become friends while Ralis is living at the Retching Netch cornerclub. (I've seen some people ship Ralis and Teldryn which honestly... I'm totally okay with too. XD But for me Ralis and Mirni are the main ship, haha! )

(only art of Ralis and Teldryn together I have. XD I should draw them hanging out more)

Favorite headcanon:

He's touch-starved but being stubborn about it. XD Like this man needs to be cuddled so badly but hell if he's going to just admit to that!

(Luckily Mirni is pretty good at catching that kinda stuff. ^^ )

[ayyponine]

much like last year i got to enjoy some studio visits this weekend B)

(commentary in addition to description linked to each photo individually)

started out fresh w an art gallery (1, 2, 3) w some cool, colourful, eclectic and playful pieces on display. made a quick stop at work to say hi to a colleague i hadn't seen in a while before making my way to

my second location and biggest must-see (4, 5). Had a nice chat w artist who saw me look at one of her canvases frm the side so she was like lol do you paint or smth. bc i recognise how you're viewing these works when i go to a museum i do the same exact thing. I loved getting her perspective and a glimpse into her work process even if it's so different from mine idk it was cool! There was a whole collective of lil art studios scattered about the building surrounding a courtyard so i also entered a diff place and look. they were all about making zines. a group of ppl was chatting and making em. so i entered and was like hi ja sorry i kom ff binnenvallen maar ik weet niet goed wat er..... te bezine valt. which instantly made me cringe so hard i was ready to leave but the girl leading the workshop seemed thrilled to have me and explain the setup even if internally i was still like oh god why am i like this rip. i think i missed out on some more ateliers but mostly bc a lot of the artists were gathered in the lil courtyard having drinks and chatting and i was too intimidated to ask fr info or be spotted looking lost like some IDIOT so on i went rip.

quick stop at kids clothing shop which always cheers me up it's so whimsical and i want their stuff fr

Then onto 6, 7 where they had some cool stuff fr sure but the location was such a cramped and cluttered old row house and i had already spent my whole day walkign around in a T-shirt so especially trying to navigate around other visitors this was just not it babes. i moved on before having seen it all despite being interested bc i just needed to get tf out.

Managed my good deed fr the day when i spotted a confused looking older couple w a wheeled suitcase and personally guided them to their hotel

THEN on to this hidden lil atelier where i also went last year + attended a grand total of 2 life drawing sessions in the months after. again while arriving i was faced w the distinct feeling of having barged in on a private party of artists all at a table sharing a leisurely drink on a dreamy sunday afternoon rip BUT. the artist i talked to last time/followed the drawing sessions with was there, still knew me by name and made some small talk to help me feel welcome what an absolute gem. he even proposed i sit w them at the table & hang out fr a bit, when i said like hmm thank you but to just join up w a group of friends who all know each other it's a lil daunting he even said like but i know them, and i know you so its all ok :) i was internally like cool. i would takea fucking bullet fr you btw this is totally fine and i can not believe you are still willingly talking to me, the single most embarrassing person to ever exist in the world

anyway i did not accept the offer to stay fr a while but did chat w some of the other artists which was again super cool, to get more info on the diff works on display. they seem like a rlly sweet and charming collective of people and i wish i didn't feel so ashamed of myself so i couldve spent more time with them all but aint that the way. debating atm whether i should sign up fr another life drawing class or if the guy was only being nice bc he felt obligated and would actually prefer i keep my flustered and off putting vibes tf away from his personal and professional work space idk.

anyway. i had the wrong address so almost missed out on my last visit but in the final hour it was still possible i did manage to find the last location (8, 9) w an exhibit on themes of europe, durability and the meaning of home. there was a really cool piece on trees & difficulty in their sap stream where you could touch a chunk of wood and feel clicks resonate through a speaker mounted on the back, a glass installation on koekhappen re: jumping through hoops fr resource accessibility & probably my fave: the audio of welcoming messages. esp smth about the french speaker was so warm idk there seemed to be genuine relief in the confession of "je suis tellement heureuse de te voir, que tu m'as manqué" which also btw. god ive always loved that expression. ive missed you you have been missing FROM me or smth more in that direction of semantics i. insane

then biked on to my moms again to get some got damn. peace and quiet. and a cinnamon roll w vanilla ice cream <3

[cccrhirdb1]

Week 5 making

WRITING and MAKING: Continue self-directed work on your assignment. Complete your practical work to bring to class next week and continue refining and revising your writing if needed.

images of my making of my work!!!

As I previously mentioned I have decided to make a multiblock print using woodcutting, one thing I have realised since starting my print/cutting I think my tool is quite blunt so all the imagery has come out not quite how I would've liked, had to do many recuttings as I printed because they weren't deep enough. anyway tool is not sharp and that made it a bit hard to get finer detail in.

my unprinted blocks and the pile of shavings made from it.

colour mixing and testing on the paper colours!! I want to note that I used yellow ochre in all of these colours as one of the main ones. Also, I tried to make the yellow really nice and bright but I think either my brayer had dark ink on it or the ink oxidized because it came out more ochre-y than I would've liked, otherwise the colours look really good together because of using the yellow ochre in all of them. oh the ink could've also changed because of the dark pencil (6B) i used to draw my lines to carve into my print.

pressure testing and testing to see what will show up. Tests are done on newsprint so colour is not true to the off-white that my proper/nice printmaking paper is. Hence the yellow looks so much more brilliant here than on real paper. With adding more and more ink I noticed that my shapes were bleeding/losing some of their shapely-ness. I think I didnt give myself enough space to make sure the ink on my brayers was thin enough which also contributed to most of the problems I faced (I think)

After doing some thinking I thought that maybe I wouldn't use a background because I 1. liked the negative space/white in the prints 2. it wasnt the right size and I didnt want to spend ages testing to get everything to come through. 3. colours didn't look good when layered with the blue. SO i decided to use only 3 blocks rather than 4.

final 6 prints on REAL paper looking at these you can see where I cut the lines back and then reprint and then cut again, you can also see where there is too much ink and it began filling the lines of my print (look at finger nails) my bad for not thinning it out more! then looking at all these I decide which one will be the one I present - which is something I love about printmaking, I can just decide which ones I like and don't like and then use the best!! rather than only being able to work on one thing at a time.

the leftovers of my inks (notice not much space) and very thick

my final block prints!!! can see because I was applying too much pressure when inking the blocks where the lines are (where i had tried to cut them out 100's of times as well)

final chosen print !! 2/6, ink hasn't filled the nails, the string is off centre (I think my plates were not the same size oops- I am incapable of being able to measure things right). Also like this one because it has the most empty space.

Titling the piece, thinking about what matariki stands for and what specifically the art of mahi whai is about/what it aims to share is about remembrance. Remember the story of the whetu through mahi whai, remember the lost ones through looking at the stars etc. I will do some research into maori words for remembering and I may use one of those!

maumahara  

1. (experience verb) (-tia) to remember, recall, recollect, reminisce.

[funkymbtifiction]

Hi again! Last time I asked smth (pretty recently), you typed me as ISTP 9w8. But I wcrually wanted to give you more info, and maybe get you insight on a possible type? When I was younger - ages 13-15 - I was typed as ENFP 2w3 (tritype 269/279). However, since it's been a few years and I've matured a bit (plus I, admittedly, struggle to trust my own judgement and I've drifted away from the group that typed me) I was hoping for some insight? <- this would suggest a strong 6w7 influence more than 2

[...] -This wasn't actually the first point that came to mind, but it feels the most important because it feels like it might be Fi-leaning? That would be that when it comes to self-representation in any form (writing, art), I don't like half-assing it. I mean, occasionally I'll add little flares to characters that are meant to represent "me", but even then, they're frequently just "exaggerations" of traits I gave. (i.e., a character I made who is a performer for her community - I'm nowhere near that, I've never performed on a stage. [...] <- do you self-insert into all your stories? Sometimes that is Fi, but I also know an ISTP who has to identify with all her characters.

I also often put said characters in life circumstances similar to my own, giving them similar backstories, etc <- this could indicate some Si (drawing upon my own life for storytelling)

-I struggle a lot with "organization" and "cleanliness" in general, mostly because as long as my environment is littered with actual dirt or trash I don't see much of point to intense organization. If I can find what I need at some point (even if I find a bit later than expected), it's fine. However, in those rare moments I work up the sudden motivation to rework things (usually when I'm putting something off or can't find smth better to do), I take great pride in it. But it's small things, like my room, doing menial chores on time, or just other small things other people (esp. my mom) seem really good with naturally. <- this could indicate low/or inferior Te (I neglect this and don't care, but it makes me feel proud to do it sometimes)

I also, to be blunt, don't see many of the Te leadership qualities in myself, as I don't enjoy bossing people around without reason. <- bluntness can be either high T or low T. This also rules out core 2 for you, since 2s know how other people "should" be doing things and are quite forceful in inserting themselves into their lives.

Maybe also low sp? <- maybe, yes

-Said reasons usually pertain to feeling attacked or overwhelmed. I consider myself rejection-sensitive, so sometimes it's from feeling unwanted or uneasy about "being liked" (despite believing a very "f-ck you haters" attitude, and also believing if what someone does/believes doesn't hurt people, we shouldn't judge them for those things). <- this sounds like attachment, so it may be more evidence for 6. (caring a ton about whether people like you, and adopting a f-ck off attitude as compensation for insecurities). But yes, "if what they are doing doesn't hurt people, it's none of my business" indicates high Fi.

-I have, what I've come to realize, is a notable dislike towards pessimistic attitudes towards humanity and the future (whilst also having strange feelings about individuals). Like, as a collective, I crave for progress, the betterment, and overall happiness of humanity - and I find it extremely annoying when people say things like "people can't/don't change". We can change, everyone can! And we'll some people won't, that doesn't mean you should discard the collective. <- this is honestly your best argument for NFP. Idealism, anger at "reality," annoyance at negativity, others' refusal to believe others can grow and change and improve themselves.

However, in the same vein, I...struggle to really connect with individuals, at least when emotions aren't involved. And don't misunderstand - I've realized that I felt so conflicted because despite feeling a disconnect, I still found myself enjoying talking to and discussing things with people I barely know - I can be friendly. But where a lot of people would consider that friendship, I don't - at least, not fully. I feel like to truly be friends with someone, you need an emotional bond. Or at least, that's what I find most comfortable. <- a strong social instinct within the Enneagram type / feeler stuff.

-A lot of my general interests are more abstract/spiritual in nature. Spiritual topics (astrology, numerology, tarot), typology, psychology - however, obviously sensing people can have these interests. So I wanted more perspective - I enjoy these things because they not only help give me a sense of identity (selfish, I know, but I like labeling myself - it helps me feel like I "know" myself), but also make it easier for me to "get" people. I feel like it's easiest for me to connect with people when I'm talking about these topics (once I work up the courage too, anyway >//>). I also just enjoy knowing how these things affect people's worldview and reality, as I want to understand as many people as I can as I want to be respectful. <- general N interests, yeah.

-I have mixed feelings towards change and the future in general. On one hand, I crave positive change, like seeing others and myself improve, and eagerly await a good future. <- strong N

However (due to a LOT of external factors), I also have great anxiety - worrying I won't make it. Generally, I avoid thinking about the future for this reason - this especially applies to things like higher education. I hate the question "so what about college?" because I don't wanna say "I don't wanna go". I'd love to go! But that's so much money and so much time paying it off, that it doesn't seem worth it, because then I'll be stuck in debt. Things like that give me anxiety, yknow? Practical matters is where I've felt insecure for a while. <- this isn't sp-blindness, but it could prove low/inferior Si, yes.

-I feel like I'm very odd socially. Like, I know I said I'm an introvert, but I really, really enjoy socializing. At least, in the goofy, fun way. When I can just hyperactive, over-the-top, and generally just go "off the rails" is when I'm happiest socially. I love saying off-the-walls stuff, making silly noises and confusing people (all in good fun!) Teasing and being mean is practically a love language. Of course, this demeanor is also a part of a big insecurity too, though - that I'm too much to handle. I seem to flip between trying to make myself trying to be nice, palatable, and polite and then back to over-the-top, excitable, and quirky/intense. At times, the former will end up turning into intense hurt when I feel ignored/like people don't care (rejection sensitivity).

This sounds like ENFP 6w7 with a strong 7 wing (fun, loud, humor, draw attention > insecurity, am I too loud?, I need to be nice!).

-I feel in general I might be SP-blind? The most recent example is when I waited a week to go to the doctor's for a pain I kept having because I was nervous about going in and just wanted it to "go away on it's own", but I'm also just not the best with daily tasks and "self-care". I don't really keep track of important things - like my monthly cycle, last time I showered, what I eat in a day - but moreover, I just have a poor relationship with my boundaries. I only recently (upon request of my partner, past few months) have been trying to get more in-touch with my boundaries. Part of it for me is that I don't know where a lot of my boundaries are, and that in general I only know something makes me uncomfortable once it happens a lot of the time. <- I would say so/sp and inferior Si. The latter stuff is very common in ENPs (neglect of their physical body, of remembering stuff, etc) with or without strong sp. Only knowing if something makes you uncomfortable once it happens is Ne over Fi.

ENFP 6w7 / 692 so/sp, IMO.

[sincerelynamkook]

Hennessy (02)

Latina Y/N x Jungkook

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Smut 🔥

Warnings: alcohol/drunken behavior (drink responsibly friends),  oral (f receiving), fingering, fucking

Word Count: 2.5k

Playlist: “Sigues Con El” by Dimelo Flow, Arcangel, & Sech // “Bellaquita Remix” by Dalex // “Porno” by Rich Music LTD // “Miedo” by Cazzu 

Series Masterlist

A/N: I’ve been writing this part for the past few days and honestly don’t know how I feel about it 💀 but if I don’t post I’ll never continue the momentum I have going lmao so enjoy 🤧. Please let me know what y’all think and/or if you want to be added to a taglist 😫

“What game are you playing at?” I ask him. I hear his chuckle close to my ear. He takes a step back and lets go of me. 

“Why don’t you play with me and find out?” He smirks and turns around to head back to the kitchen. I exhale the breath I was holding and pat my chest, trying to tell my heart to chill out. 

Like a puppy needing its owner, I follow Jungkook to the kitchen to find him talking with Yoongi. My heart decides to work double time instead of chilling out at the sight of them both. 

At first glance you’d never guess they were brothers and that Yoongi was the older one. Jungkook stands a few inches taller and his muscular build makes Yoongi look like a soft younger boy. The tattoos covering his right arm and his wavy long black hair that Jungkook wears only adds to the “bad boy” vibe he has going on. The only thing that makes them brothers is their very similar personalities when it comes to their talents. Both involved in the arts, both intelligent, both passionate, and both fine as fuck. To be clear though, Yoongi and I have never been more than friends, there was never even an ounce of romantic feelings toward one another. Jungkook on the other hand...well that’s a story for another day. 

“Don’t tell me ‘operation get Y/N shitfaced’ is over?!” Tony asks from behind me. He’s walking straight to the fridge to take out another bottle of cranberry juice. “The night is still to young Y/N. How about a nice cool cranberry vodka?” He asks with a raise of his eyebrows as he pours me another drink. 

I take it from him and smile big, “well don’t mind if I do my dear friend.” I gulp down the contents as if it was a refreshing cold glass of water on a hot summer day. I can feel Jungkook staring at me and when I finish my drink I catch his eyes. He’s got a frown on his face which I question with a subtle raise of my eyebrow and a slight tilt of my head. 

“Don't you think you should slow down on the drinking Y/N?” He asks. 

I scoff and roll my eyes. “Who are you? The alcohol police?” Jin, who I just noticed had walked in to grab a bottle of water, laughs at my comment. He puts his fist out and I bump it with a laugh. “Good one Y/N. I’m proud” he says. 

His girlfriend, Tree, grabs the water bottle from his hold and cringes, “Babe please don’t encourage her with the dad jokes.”

“Whatever. In the wise words of my king, Bad Bunny, yo hago lo que me da la gana. And right now I want to dance so deuces putas!” I peace out, grab my drink, and walk backwards to the living room, making eye contact with Jungkook and winking at him. 

The atmosphere in the room changes to a sensual one when the melodic voice of Sech and Arcángel start to sing “Sigues con El.”

I take another sip of my drink and start to groove to the music, closing my eyes and raising my hands in sensual movements as I sing along to Arcángel singing “Primero tomaste, luego llamaste, y en medio de indirectas calentaste la situación...”

I dance on my own, drinking my cocktail every so often feeling warm as the alcohol flows through my body. 

I open my eyes in attention when I feel strong hands spread out on my waist and push me backwards to lean as close to his body as possible. I smile knowing who it is, dropping my head to lean on his broad muscular chest, inhaling his signature vanilla scent mixed in with something woodsy. 

His face leans close to my face, pressing his soft lips against my neck. He moved to whisper the lyrics of the chorus in my neck, again in perfect Spanish, “Tú le calientas la comida, pero él no te sabe comer.” He finishes singing with a lick up my neck that has my pussy clenching in need. I turn around to wrap my arms around his neck. He takes that as his cue to grab my ass with one hand and my waist with the other, pushing me against his own core. I can feel his bulge through the fabric of the black jeans he’s wearing. The song changes to another sensual song, “Bellaquita” by Dalex. Jungkook kisses my neck again, while guiding my hips to dance against his bulge. My alcohol infused body has adrenaline rushing through my veins, and I’m so wet and turned on that I bite my lip to bit back my moans. He licks a way up my neck to my ear where he softly moans away my resolve of stopping this. 

“Take me upstairs” I whisper to him. I sense his excitement caused from those words from the way his hand on my ass twitches. He looks down at me, making eye contact and sees lust written all over my face. He grabs my hand and starts to make his way upstairs without saying a word. 

We make our way to his bedroom at the end of the hall. As soon as he shuts the door, we’re all over each other. Tongues clashing, fighting for dominance. I relent when he sucks my tongue into his mouth eliciting a long drawn out moan from me which makes my pussy clench. He picks me up to which I instantly wrap my legs around his waist. He pushes me against the wall with a grunt and I moan as I feel him suck on my neck all the while his groin is grinding against my denim covered pussy. 

“Jungkook, please” I whisper. 

“Please, what babe?” He asks with a delicious push against my core that has me pulling his long wavy locks with more force than I intended. 

“I need you” I finally answer. Never needing a dick in my vagina as much as I need it right at this moment. 

“You gonna let me play with you a little first princess?” I shake my head no, not wanting to be teased tonight. I feel his chuckle against my neck as he whispers “well too bad.”

He pushes off the wall and carries me to his bed where he lays me with care underneath him. His soft lips kiss their way down my neck, making his way across my shoulders one by one, bringing down the flimsy straps of my blouse. His lips travel back down my chest. He feels my hardened nipples standing at attention against the satin fabric of my shirt. He licks one hardened nipples over the fabric and sucks it into his mouth while fingering my other nipple. I’m too sensitive to his touch , the added bite from his teeth against my nipple makes me moan his name. My hands still tightly wound in his hair pull at it every time he bites my nipples, eliciting a moan from him. I push his head down against my nipples wanting more of his mouth on me. He takes his time playing with them, pushing my tits out from the restraints of the shirt, sucking on the skin no doubt leaving marks. He kisses his way down my arm, paying close attention to my arm covered in tattoos, tracing each delicate line of ink. He worships my body, even though I’m frantic, wanting some type of friction at my core.  Making his way down my stomach he pushes my shirt upwards to reveal more flesh. He kisses, licks, and sucks every inch of skin he comes across. I remove my shirt from my body, seeing no need for it anymore. 

He unbuttons my jeans and kisses my panty covered pussy, removing them along with my pants. He takes his time showing love to my thighs, kissing and sucking on my skin. His fingers spread out on my thighs as he grabs them tightly and spreads my legs even further apart. I’m fidgeting, so close to falling off the edge when he hasn’t even touched me where I need him the most. 

My hands are in his sweat drenched hair, tightly pulling at his locks trying to maneuver his face towards my core. He chuckles and I feels the vibration against my pussy sending a stream of wetness down my center to which he notices.

The first swipe of his tongue along my pussy has me yelling out his name. He licks my lips a few times before inserting his tongue and making contact with my clit. I curse out a loud but breathy “fuck,” eyes rolling to the back of my head with the sensation of his tongue against my clit. He eats me as if he was starved for days, knowing precisely the right momentum that has me feeling like putty in his mouth. 

He removes one hand from my thighs and inserts two fingers inside while he continues to lick and suck at my clit. I start  to grind faster against his fingers until he’s inserting another digit into me and I moan even louder feeling at the peak of my climax that’s about to come. The scissoring motion of his ring covered fingers inside me making me gasp for air and I pull his hair even more. He moans at the force to which his hair is being pulled and I feel it at my clit. I’ve never felt so full before and I feel another rush of wetness when I start to imagine  just how full I’ll feel from his dick. 

He takes his free hand and brings it up to pinch my nipples drawing my orgasm even closer than before. 

“Jungkook please” I gasp, wanting to reach my climax. 

He moans and sucks my clit into his mouth while the scissoring continues. With one last pinch to my nipple I’m screaming his name as I feel the orgasm flow through every inch of my body. 

He continues to worship my clit for a few more seconds as I ride out my high on his tongue. 

I feel him withdraw from my core only to feel the tip of his dick against my thigh. I look down at him and he winks when he sees my eyes widen. “Don’t worry, we both know you can handle it.” My response is cut short as I feel his thickness enter me inch by inch, devastatingly slowly, as he allows me to adjust to his size. 

I’m moaning at the fullness I feel. A rush of wetness caused by the amazing sensation of his dick inside me making it easier for him to slide even deeper. He finally reaches as deep as he can and I open my eyes to see he’s right above me. He lowers his face to mine and gives me a soft kiss before asking if I’m alright. I nod, too stunned and hungry to answer. He starts to grind slowly before increasing his momentum. I grab his biceps as he starts to pump in and out of my pussy. His deep low moans becoming guttural every passing second. 

I vaguely hear him praise my body for taking him so well. “It’s like my dick knows you’re the only one that can make me feel this good” he says. I smile, remembering that night long ago when he said I ruined him for all other pussies. His praise has me clenching to which makes him moan even harder, whispering my name right at my ear asking me to do that again. I comply, loving the feeling of making him feel like putty in my arms. I kiss his neck, sucking at the nape. My long nails scratch at his back, gently but hard enough to leave faint marks on his body. He brings one arm under my back and pulls me up with him in a sitting position. My hands are in his hair again, pulling at the nape as I make love to his mouth with my lips and tongue all the while grinding down on him, loving the way my clit feels as it rubs along his hardened dick. His hands are on my hips, guiding my movements. 

“Fuck baby, I’ve missed you”, he moans. I don’t answer, knowing if I open my mouth to say anything other than a moan, I’ll reveal too much. 

He pushes me down against the bed, increasing his movements, like if he knew just how ready I am to feel another orgasm caused by him. My hands are on my breasts, squeezing the flesh and pinching my nipples adding to the range of sensations I’m being bombarded by. His movements become a bit erratic, telling me that he enjoys seeing me play with myself. 

“Fuck, baby, I’m almost right there. You with me?” He asks mid moan. His voice is husky, deep...sounds like my sweetest dream but worst nightmare. 

I bite my lip as I release a moan at the feel of his thick silver ring on his finger against my clit makes me feel. I open my eyes to see him standing above me. His long now covering his eyes due to the sweat. Heavy lidded eyes full of lust as they watch how my boobs bounce with every pump of his dick. His broad chest out on display, pecs and arms flexing with every movement. His right arm covered in black ink holds my leg tightly against him. I make a mental note to lick every tattoo later as I hear him tell me the stories behind this new art added on his body. 

My pussy clenches and throbs. He smiles at that, knowing I’m about to orgasm at the same time as him. 

He rubs my clit faster as he pumps his dick in and out a few more times before we’re both screaming each other's names as we reach climax together. 

He falls on top of me and stays there for a few seconds. I caress his hair, loving his weight on top of me. There’s a comfort I get from feeling his warmth covering every inch of my naked body. He moves to lay next to me, laying one arm against my stomach to softly caress my hip. He kisses his way up my shoulder to the base of my ear.

“Stay with me tonight.” He whispers. I halt my gentle caress against his hair as I bite my lip and close my easy sin hesitation. This can’t go any further than tonight.

“Jungkook-” He shushes me with a kiss. 

“Just for tonight.” He whispers. My resolve is quickly dissipated when I see his big brown doe eyes look at me with such adoration. 

“Just for tonight.” I say and I’m rewarded with his bunny smile that I’ve missed so much. He kisses me playfully and I laugh which is quickly hushed by the feel of his tongue against my own. 

Just one night. No harm in that...right? 

💕Taglist: @yoongisabby​

[bokunoheroanalysisforthefuture]

Alright, chapter 8! And man is there a lot to talk about here. I don’t really have any pre-content things to say, so we’ll just hop right into it today!

[No. 8 - Rage, You Damned Nerd]

I swear, this first page has a LOT to talk about on it, so I’ll go from panel to panel and do some rambling thoughts on each segment. 

First off, UA doesn’t actually handle the costumes the kids get! It’s support companies affiliated with the school that does - which makes sense, since the school has to focus on teaching their support students before letting them get their hands on actual costumes that these kids might be fighting in.

I mean, they seem to be allowed to practice on like, minor support stuff (read: Mei making Izuku his new gloves post-Nighteye or somewhere around there) but not full costuming, which is… actually a bit reassuring? But also explains some of the lag time in getting costume repairs / upgrades since they’re probably busy companies. It also explains why there probably aren’t major alterations to any costumes besides between the summer and winter variants, since it would be time-consuming to remake these costumes so regularly.

(It still doesn’t excuse some of the costumes the kids got, but that’s more on the whole ‘eye candy’ thing for readers than actual practicality, so whatever.)

(Also, I can’t get over the fact that Snipe has a support company. Fucking Snipe. Guess we know another canon or likely-canon Support teacher.)

Next we get a preview of what the kids sent in for specifications for their costumes:

We get a bit of insight into a few of the characters - as background stuff, we get Shouji, Mineta, Aoyama, and Sato. Mineta got pretty dunked on for char design and costuming, and Aoyama’s costume almost looks like a magical girl outfit like this, which honest to god would have been fantastic to see him in. More interesting (at least to me) are the other three: Ochako, Tenya, and Katsuki.

Ochako first, because that pressure point thing is interesting, and I dunno how often those actually come up in fics besides a passing mention, like. What if her support bracelets / neck piece broke during training / a mission / whatever? Would she suddenly have to fight through the nausea? By the point of current canon (War Arc) she’s probably trained enough that she doesn’t need them as much, but man, it could be an interesting little thing to explore, like, post-Kamino.

Tenya is a bit surprising, since we know he comes from a well-off hero family. Logically, this was before the whole Hosu / Ingenium plotline was really developed, so Tenya didn’t have that to fall back on, or it could be argued that the support company that Ingenium is associated with also works with UA. Alternatively, it could be that either Tenya didn’t want to rely on his family (which seems silly when they’d know how to work with his quirk best) or UA is very firm on ALL costume stuff going through them…

But then again, Katsuki. Oh god, Katsuki. What fucking support company looked at this kid and went ‘yeah we should give him a way to store more explosives AND give him bombs’ and just. Did so. Why did UA not vet that. Maybe the support company didn’t realize how strong his explosions were without the gear, but UA, man, I just. I suppose they had no way of knowing how reckless he’d be with them, but honestly, after the battle trials, they should have been fucking yoinked from him so damned fast. 

Anyways, onto other parts of Katsuki’s costume, we see he’s a fucking dork. Possibly what lowered their guard. ‘Something scary’ and ‘Dynamighte all over’. What the hell, kid. At least your designer stuck close to your design… including the huge-ass clunky gauntlets. Man, the Musketeer Trio movie poster ones are so much better looking and so, so streamlined. Works of art, they are.

Moving on, we get a bit of a flashback to ~three weeks ago, which by the calendar would be around March 20th? So a few weeks after the Entrance Exam. And Izuku is only NOW getting around to updating the quirk registry? Izuku baby seriously, how the FUCK did none of the UA staff notice the ‘quirkless’ on your application form at any point before this?

But yeah, he’s worried about his registry, so he calls Toshinori, who explains the update process. It gives the example of someone who might alter their stuff with updated information, with one or two allowed - though major ones aren’t accepted. Toshinori then says it’ll probably be okay since he started with nothing, then tries to correct himself to ‘definitely’, only to get cut off because Izuku accidentally hangs up in a panic when Inko calls out that she’s home. Haha poor Toshinori, and poor Izuku, the two anxious dumbasses. 

Anyways, moving on from that is Inko showing off the jumpsuit she made, with Izuku surprised. She admits it’s not the coolest, but she based it off of the design in his notebook (the one we saw back in chapter 1). She tells him she regrets giving up on him back then, and how he never quit regardless of her faith. She apologizes and says from there on she’ll be cheering him on with all she’s got. 

Izuku’s narration notes that it’s a symbol of his mom’s love, and that he couldn’t wear anything else, even if it’s not ‘efficient’ or ‘cutting edge’. (Or even at all decent looking.) And it’s also hinted through the present thoughts on it that it’s meant to be an homage to All Might (the smile and the hair pieces) which is just such a dorky thing.

We get to the wide-spread of hero costumes, which- wait a second.

That’s Momo’s initial hero costume design???? Why did Hori not stay with that??? It’s a LOT better than the stuff we’ve seen her in later! Like, sure, it’d still be improved with the main opening being her stomach and not her chest, but this still looks like actual human clothing and not a sexy Halloween costume variant of her hero uniform. Fucking hell, now I’m even more mad.

Tsuyu’s costume meets the approval of the discord server as basically ‘no changes needed’ asides from maybe the goggles being a bit bulky.

Tenya’s costume, I’m sorry, I know it’s an homage to your brother / family, but were the additional pipes really needed? Also, the helmet isn’t a bad idea since he goes fast, and bugs in the mouth/teeth have to suck, but it just looks so damned Gundam-y I can’t help but laugh a little.

Shouto… nah, too easy a target.

Aoyama is Aoyama. I’m actually a bit disappointed now that it’s not a magical girl costume, but alas, I suppose even Hori couldn’t be that brave.

Kaminari… I forgot he had that headset thingy. 

Don’t really have much else to say about anyone else, so let’s move on.

Izuku bugs out a bit about Ochako’s costume/appearance, while she compliments his more practical looks and laments not being specific, saying it’s a bit too puffy and curvy for her. Which means it’s more the accessories which seem to be her issue with it over the main costume itself? Huh.

Anyways, after All Might confirms they’re all there, he notices Izuku’s headpieces, which are a match to his costume, and has to turn to muffle a laugh for how obvious a reference it is. Tenya steps up, asking whether they’ll be doing cityscape maneuvers again since it’s the same field used in the entrance exam. Izuku thinks to himself how cool Tenya’s costume is, while All Might explains that they’re moving onto step two - indoor anti-personnel battle training!

He explains what while villain battles are most commonly seen outdoors, statistically the worst crimes and villains are more likely to be found indoors. Confinement, house arrest, black market deals… the clever villains luck indoors to avoid heroes. Which is why the class will be split into teams of two and pit against each other, heroes versus villains style!

Ah, Tsuyu. Calling him right the heck out, as expected. All Might then notes that in this scenario, the fight won’t be against disposable robots. 

This entire page is just fucking hilarious. The class and all their questions while All Might is shaking with nerves. The fucking cheat sheet he uses to try to get back on track. Him being questioned on the lot drawing, and shaking while Izuku accidentally ends up covering for him. I just. All Might was not prepared for this mess and it shows. He was doing so much better when it was the one on one stuff with Izuku.

But yeah, Izuku notes the scenario is like from a western comic plot, and he’s also the one who ‘realizes’ the lots are like when heroes from different agencies have to team up for emergencies without prior warning. 

Lots are drawn, and we have our teams:

Izuku’s so stressed out because he still can’t really talk to her, while she’s excited to be teamed up and calls it ‘fate’ that it happened. All Might draws the first two teams to participate, and… team Izuku and Ochako (as the heroes) versus team Katsuki and Tenya (as the villains). Both Izuku and Katsuki are alert from this development…

Which makes this a good point to cut off, since it’s halfway through and we got a lot of information to chew on already. Second part should be out this weekend (hopefully). 

[mbti-galaxies]

hello! sorry if this is bothersome, but i was wondering if you could help me distinguish between infp and isfp?

i’ve thought i was an infp for years now, using cognitive functions even. im definitely no expert, just kinda vaguely know what each one is, but i went through it using several sources i and was like “oh yeah oh yeah this is it” but i dont think it’s It anymore ??

i got diagnosed with adhd in december and ive been taking medication, so it’s been a lot easier to be able to distinguish what’s actually my personality and what kind of just comes from adhd. i think that i might actually be isfp. i think i related a lot to high Ne because with adhd youre always bouncing around restless wanting to do all the things, and youre brain’s always on rapid fire mode. but since ive been on meds ive been less like that and more grounded (i still do drift off a lot ofc cause that’s just how it is). and ive been able to realize that i dont actually get caught up in my thoughts a lot,,,,like i dont uhhhh care very much,,,i am not concerned with the future very much? i think im very in the present, and i kind of just do whatever is in front of me. whatever im in the mood for. sensory stuff. i love piano, ukulele, video games, drawing, etc. doing stuff with my hands. im also a dancer; it’s very fulfilling to be able to engage in something so physically stimulating and be creating art at the same time.

anyways this is so long but im very very leaning towards isfp. it’s crazy cause i used to think i was so head in the clouds but actually??? i love to be grounded?? i love to feel and see and observe things instead of be imagining and thinking about abstract stuff?? im very in the present and i Do Not think about future stuff at all? i really dont think about the big picture at all?????

i know you dont know me so you cant really tell me what my type is, but any input or other differences between infp and isfp would be so helpful!! i also just dont really trust myself and im seeking validation or correction lmao. thanks so much for reading this i appreciate you a lot

Hey!! You're not bothersome at all, I love getting asks and talking to people about their types so thank you so much for sending this!

Obviously I don't know you personally so I'm not going to claim I'm 100% sure of what you are, but right of the bat I can tell you that based on your explanation you definitely sound more like an ISFP rather than an INFP.

(I'm gonna put the rest of my thoughts and stuff under a read more cuz my response is long too lol)

First of all the fact that you mentioned being diagnosed with ADHD is actually really helpful because over the years learning about psychology (I'm majoring in it in college) and the MBTI Personality Theory I've definitely noticed that neurodivergency/mental disorders/mental illnesses play a huge role in how people interpret their type. It's really hard sometimes to tell the difference between whether a trait is your actual personality or something else going on in your brain. This is one reason why a lot of extroverts mistype themselves as introverts because they have social anxiety disorder, a lot of sensors mistype themselves as intuitives because they have ADHD(like your situation), a lot of thinkers mistype themselves as feelers because they have depression, etc.

Alright so now let's get into the major differences between ISFP and INFP.

Assuming you're pretty sure that you're at least IxFP, I won't get into the specifics of every single letter and function here, I'll just discuss the differences between having Se or Ne as your second function in the stack. (Fi-Se-Ni-Te vs Fi-Ne-Si-Te)

Compared to INFPs, ISFPs are much more grounded. Of course they still can drift off and daydream, but they tend to focus on the present more than the future and focus the majority of their stimulation on their physical environment rather than focusing the majority on their inner world.

This seems to match up with what you said: "i am not concerned with the future very much? i think im very in the present, and i kind of just do whatever is in front of me. whatever im in the mood for. sensory stuff. i love piano, ukulele, video games, drawing, etc. doing stuff with my hands. im also a dancer; it’s very fulfilling to be able to engage in something so physically stimulating and be creating art at the same time."

ISFPs also tend to be more practical overall. They can definitely see value in abstract ideas, but they don't spend hours thinking about the big picture and wild concepts like intuitives do. ISFPs may not care as much about the meaning behind something, they care more about how it makes them feel or affects the world around them. They're much more based in reality compared to INFPs, and because of this they also tend to be a little more easygoing and willing to try new things. They like to explore and observe and need outside stimulation a bit more than their intuitive counterparts, and because ISFPs are introverts, this stimulation tends to come from creative and sensory activities such as music, arts, games, etc. (In comparison to ESFPs, who might also need social stimulation in addition to these activities)

This makes sense with what you said: "i love to feel and see and observe things instead of be imagining and thinking about abstract stuff?? im very in the present and i Do Not think about future stuff at all? i really dont think about the big picture at all?????"

Some other differences between the two:

Both ISFPs and INFPs have strong moral compasses from their dominant Fi, but ISFPs may be the less strict of the two, or they may be able to change their opinions on something a little bit faster. This is because INFPs have a major tendency to overthink everything, so when new information comes in they basically have to reevaluate a lot of things. ISFPs on the other hand don't necessarily have to think through every little action that they do, if something feels wrong or they learn that something they do is wrong it's a much quicker turnaround since they don't get caught up in their head as much.

ISFPs aren't as idealistic as INFPs. Sure they have wants and dreams for themselves and the world, but they have much more realistic expectations overall.

ISFPs display their passions and feelings through actions primarily. They focus on displaying and expressing things (show not tell perse). INFPs display their passions and feelings through words and meaning primarily. They like thoroughly discussing or thinking through the why, figuring out patterns and connections.

So with all that in mind and your own thoughts about yourself and your type, I'd say you're an ISFP. Feel free to ask more questions if you have any or if I missed something! Thank you so so much for the ask and I hope you have a wonderful day!

[remys-lucky-franc]

Kissing Prompt #22 - Remy x MC (QOT)

22- a kiss that is leading to more that is interrupted by a third party

Written with my MC’s name (Daisy) from Remy’s POV

~1k words

It’s not nsfw, but it’s a bit racier than I have posted on here before, so if you don’t like that in a fic, this was your warning folks 💕

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I sigh happily, still soft and sleepy, as I roll over in bed, smiling at the sight of her. Daylight is just starting to streak the room, dappling the duvet and sparkling over Daisy’s lemon-print pyjamas. I marvel at her as I reach across, gently smoothing down the halo of dark hair spilling over the pillows, laying my face by hers and closing my eyes again. Ma rêveuse: who knew that it would ever be possible to be filled with so much love?

When I open my eyes again, I’m not quite sure sure how much time has passed, I blink - once - twice - to clear my vision and feel my heart skip as Daisy’s big brown eyes meet mine.

She murmurs, “Good morning...”

I whisper back, “Good morning, ma cherie.” Taking Daisy’s hand in mine, I press an easy kiss to her knuckles as she wriggles closer to snuggle in my arms. Content with her warm and settled against my chest, my fingers trail lazily over her shoulders and back, creating soothing little patterns, and occasionally I feel her nose crinkle when I move over a ticklish spot. I watch her expression change as she squirms and laugh in spite of myself. Being here with her like this, it means everything to me. My lips graze her forehead, “Je t’aime, mon couer.”

I feel her turn in my embrace, and her soft lips languidly brush mine in a wordless reply. It’s the kind of kiss that lazy Sunday mornings are made for - tender, unhurried and warm and my hearts sings like a choir as I feel myself fall still deeper in love. Caressing her cheek as I smile into her kiss, I pull Daisy closer to me: I can never be close enough to her. Our lips part momentarily, foreheads steepled as though in prayer, grounding me for that split second before I look in her eyes and begin to free fall. My mouth crashes into hers, less gentle than before but no less revering. A pleasured groan escapes me as Daisy’s fingers run through my hair - the sensation of pretty painted nails criss-crossing my scalp sends flames down my spine and urges my my heart towards a crescendo. My body covers hers, fingers fighting tiny pearl buttons with burning urgency between kisses: my name exalted on her tongue as her body arcs toward mine. I catch her bottom lip between my teeth before dragging my fiery kiss along the delicate line of her jaw; shallow breaths and sweet words of praise and passion reverberate in my ears, our bodies entwined. Pyjama buttons defeated, my lips glide with grace over Daisy’s throat and -

“MIAOW.”

The sound so loud and at odds with our current situation, we stop in our tracks - the spell of lust broken momentarily. Daisy giggles as she reaches for me, the promise of her drawing me back in, whispering, “Ignore her.” I am not a man who needs to be asked for a second time - I yank the duvet over our heads and melt back down into our embrace, glowing: adoration all over my face. My breath hitches in my chest as Daisy’s fingers trail deliberately down my sides and -

“MOAAAAWLLL.”

Merde! Again, I pull away from Daisy. A frustrated groan echoes from my throat: this cat will be the death of me.

When no answer comes, she begins to scratch at the carpet on the other side of the doorway... I feel like I’m losing my mind as I hear the tearing fibres - sitting bolt upright, I chide her through closed door, “Elizabeth, shoo! Scram, we’re ‘busy’!”

Frustrated, I pause there, frozen for a few seconds: listening.

Silence.

I inhale deeply, refocus and turn back toward my beautiful wife, “Where were we, ma cherie?”

She quirks her brow and flashes me a grin that takes me right back to where I was pre-Elizabeth. Daisy shrugs off her pyjama top and I fully intend to worship ever inch of newly exposed skin, but I’ve barely begun when the sound of ripping carpet fibre recommences. I fume as I spring from our bed and throw open the door, all ready to scold her as a grey blur shoots past me, and jumps straight onto my pillow kneading it beneath her feet, before laying down with a self-satisfied look on her face.

Daisy looks from Elizabeth to me and back again. I can see that she is trying hard not to laugh. I yell,

“Nikolai!! Come and get your damned cat!! She’s destroying my marriage!!”

No response comes. Clearly the rest of the Poppy have gone out for breakfast to give us some alone time. I march back to the bed, “Move. Come on.”

Blue eyes cut through me like a blaze.

“Elizabeth Sterling. MOVE.”

I put my hand out to shoo her and she bats it away with a wicked expression, “Maow.”

I try again, pleading now, “Mon dieu, Elizabeth, s’il te plait laisse... I’ll give you tuna?”

Another attempt thwarted by a swat of grey fuzz, “HISS.”

Daisy tugs at my hand, “Aw. Don’t be mean, Remy, Lizzie’s comfortable.”

I scrub my free hand across my face, muttering, “Me? She’s a mean old lady. I’m being tortured!”

Daisy strokes Elizabeth’s head gently eliciting a low, rumbling purr before shrugging up at me.

My wife gets out of bed, fixing me with a disarming smile as she twines her arms around my neck sweetly, warm chocolate eyes trained on mine, “You know what cats hate?”

I huff a bitter laugh, “Romance? Marriage? The art of making love? Me??”

An eyebrow raises as she smirks and schools me, “Water.”

It takes me a second to catch on, but only one. Our lips collide as we stumble backwards towards the bathroom to begin our day with a long, hot shower free from further feline interruption.

[rosemariplays]

Hello!! I would like to ask for a romantic and a platonic matchup with characters from drv1, if its possible of course!!

Sooo I'm a biromantic asexual agender person who uses he/they pronouns !! My mbti is enfp and my big three are sagittarius (both sun and moon + my birth sign) and pices raising.

At first I tend to present myself as someone quiet and calm who is just there to be serviceable and talk whenever someone asks me to and, don't get me wrong, I'm usually really kind and helpful, but once I get confidence around people you can ask anyone who knows me that they'll tell you I'm actually a little noisy sarcastic bastard bitch who is always tripping and messing everything up thanks to my nonexistent common sense.

That being said, I'll help anyone whenever and wherever they need it. I'm pretty much completely empathetic and I like to understand people's thoughts and views before judging anything about their personality or actions, so I can help and make them as comfortable as possible around me. I can't physically hate anybody tbh.

My fashion style, just like my gender expression, is SUPER fluid. I usually use baggy and big comfortable shirts, hoodies and pants, but I also love a skirt and a top with literally nothing more (maybe boots). All of this in mostly black and red/purple/yellow/white/blue combinations.

I'm 5,1, skinny (I guess??) with pale skin and dark short reallly curly hair, my eyes are yellowish brown and I have a lot of bruises and marks all over my body.

My love language consists basically in physical touch. I love cuddling, kissing and those "passing my fingers through my partners hair" kind of things but I ironically also have horrible trauma and PTSD from physical touch when its given to me making me flinch really hard almost everytime. To sum it up, I love and crave physical affection wholeheartedly but I am able to take it only if I'm extremely close with te person giving it.

I love drawing, painting, writing, reading and everything art-related, but drawing and painting above all. I also play the piano and have and a pretty much uhealthy addiction to coffee. Finally but not less important, my favourite season is winter and I live for hot chocolate and rain + electric storms.

Thank you for reading it AND IM SORRY IF ITS TOO LONG ILY !!

Hey I'm so sorry this took so long! My life has been a bit crazy, but I finally got around to this! And I've got more on the way!

My top choice for a match up for you is...

Maki Harukawa!

🔪Maki would like that you're quiet, so if she's annoyed with Kokichi or Miu she'd hang out with you to calm down, and she wouldn't mind when you slowly get sarcastic around her

🔪Maki would definitely have a "really bitch" look when you fall, but she'd help you up

🔪Maki isn't much for physical affection, her love language would be words of affirmation, so she'd occasionally complement you, but if you did give her physical affection she wouldn't push you away

🔪I see Maki as a tea kind of person, but when you're doing your art she'll bring you some coffee (or if it's winter she'll bring hot coco) and she'll be drinking some tea she made herself

🔪I can see Maki also being a winter person, so it's snowball fights and holliday decorations around the house!

I hope you enjoy this matchup! Have a good day/night!