#because I should read about fictional systemic change

[weidli]

would be very funny to me to introduce a bunch of americans who are used to the constitution being treated as a gift from god that's very hard to change and is holy Because it's almost never changed and has been in operation in nearly the same form since 1789 to the way the swiss constitution (last total revision in 1999, there have been several hundred direct democratic votes on possible changes to it since 1848, all you need to suggest a change is hundred thousand people with voting power who'll sign the suggestion) works

[kimyoonmiauthor]

Slight note about the system of food.

'cause adding it to the large doc might crash my computer?

I've realized that though historical fiction minds this more when set in pre-industrial times, that often fantasy set in agricultural societies doesn't seem to do this, though it should.

So I'll give you an example...

Almost everything in Korean food is centered and bred for two things: Kimchi and soy sauce.

But what you don't realize in your industrialized state how freaking long it takes to make these things and how much planning is involved and how much you have to mind the seasons in order to make it correctly.

Kimchi:

Baekchu (or other vegetables) that's often harvested in fall.

The salt, which was traditionally sea salt was harvested in the spring and summer months.

Garlic is a spring to mid summer crop.

The sweet rice that goes into winter kimchi takes a ton of work to make and can take from Spring to fall.

The fish sauce that goes into Kimchi that helps preserve it for over a year, takes and ENTIRE YEAR to make. Yes, a year. You really, really have to plan on that. And what do you do if the fishing is poor for that year?

Spring onions are faster to grow, but you still have to time it for the fall kimchi making.

The fish are seasonal. For example, Yellow Corvina is taken in Korea in the spring. Shrimp in the summer (June), and anchovies in early spring to fall.

Your timing has to be impeccable and you need an entire year to plan this one dish.

Meanwhile, you, industrialized person, take for granted that you can get fish sauce any time you like and can pour it over kimchi.

In fantasy this could add flavor to your fantasy make up, if your character can only get this dish once a year. It can add political unrest (What do you mean the salt harvest was poor and we're left with the shitty metallic salt), because your characters in an agricultural society will be subject to weather changes, which you get when reading historical fiction and so on. Three seasons of poor harvest, daaaamnn... the people might overthrow their government. There might be new religions that pop up, there might be uprisings because the King and Queen are eating feasts every day while the peasants are eating things that are empty calories.

What I'm saying is that you can't be too entrenched into industrial mindset if you're not writing an industrial setting.

That orange is seasonal and only comes about in a connected system that has winter and a warmer climate.

Maybe there are key foods for your climate that are highly treasured or sought after. Mandarins once were. Cacao. Think a bit about those things and how it might interact with the larger world. When does your plant mature and when can it be harvested? is it different from different climates? There's wars that have been fought over food. (Tea, famously, at least a few times).

A staple crop failing is going to have devastating consequences.

And yet, often in fantasy, I often see people going, ya know what I can eat in the dead of winter, strawberries. Do we have greenhouses? No. Did we have freezers? No. But you know what my character is eating? A strawberry. Yeah, think about that. Strawberries don't preserve well. So plan out the timing of your dishes a bit (to the climate and subsistence system) and it can give a bit of background worldbuilding to your dishes and food.

I do have to say that the small mentions from Rings of Power on what's in season or not and why kinda made me feel like the world and the traveling was more "real" with the Harfoot. There's small references to fall v. spring crops.

[neil-gaiman]

You probably won’t see this and that’s ok obviously. Just wanted to say it anyways.

Good Omens challenged me in a lot of ways and I rather think that, that’s a good thing.

My knee jerk reaction was to dislike the show, simply because the way specific Christian elements were portrayed and altered made me uncomfortable at first, but when I took a step back and really thought it through I realized something very important. This was a fictionalized world with its own celestial system just like many other books I’ve read and shows I’ve watched. It became crystal clear to me that this wasn’t an attack on my beliefs but rather a statement about how the opposite extremes can be equally toxic.

I learned that it was ok to like this media even with my religion, because at the end of the day it was just a story, and the fact that I recognized the names used didn’t make it anymore wrong than the media I willingly participate in where the creators make up their celestial beings completely. Because it’s not wrong, it’s fiction. It is a world you created to entertain others, to teach others, yes Good Omens is a book and also a show, But it is also so much more. It represents people who have been pushed into the background, people who have been mistreated, it demonstrates the fight for change in a broken system.

So thank you. This lesson I’ve learned is something I should have understood before but no one else seemed to explain it in a way I understood. Many try to combat hate with more hate. But you saw the hate and countered it with something much more effective: a simple dose of perspective.

I'm so glad!

[functionalasfuck]

Oh, I fucking LOVED this story and have read it multiple times. Maybe this is a sign to reread it.

This comment is all over awesome stuff, but what has me really smiling like a mad thing is that last little bit. I don't have a beta reaer. I do my own editing. I hate every minute of it, and that just makes it worthwhile.

(I do still miss errors sometimes - it happens - but it's great that people notice the effort I made! ❤️

[darkcircles4lyfe]

To Build Something Else

Whenever I read a fanfiction that takes place in the future where the hero kids continue their schooling as normal and emerge as pro heroes into the existing system, I always kinda view it as like, “AU where things weren’t as bad” or “AU where everyone is still pretending that this is the way things should be” or “AU where good and evil are morally uncomplicated.” I’m not trying to call anybody out—I’ll still read and enjoy these sometimes—but that’s how I’ve always looked at it. I’m starting to notice other people feeling it too. I’ve read fics where they point out how redundant and unfair it is to go back to being students after saving the world (remember how many pros straight up quit and left a bunch of kids to keep fighting?). I’ve seen people acknowledge how trauma will affect their ability to keep going. Perhaps the trickiest thing to wrap our heads around is how the villains will fit into it all if not through death, punishment, or imprisonment. What about all the other trappings of society? The heavily regulated quirk use, the government-funded pros aiding police control and contributing to cover-ups that maintain the illusion of peace. Hero idolization, quirk counseling, civilian helplessness. Judging a person’s worth or character based on their quirk…

It would sound too obvious and cheesy to simply point out that society isn’t “just the way things are,” that change is possible. We all know this, and yet we struggle to pinpoint exactly where to aim our sights, find the source, make any meaningful progress. The other day I read some articles from my university’s student newspaper around 1970, and it made me feel sick wondering if progress is really an illusion. Fact is, it’s easy to intellectually deconstruct society, but very difficult to imagine how to build something else.

In this fictional world, heroes have offered a mythical vision of safety and triumph. When All Might arrived, everything was going to be okay. But let’s not forget how this story began: with a moment where All Might paused, like a bystander, and in his place, a desperate civilian kid hurtled forward without any common sense. If you ask me, it wasn’t that Izuku was so good and pure and selfless, it was that he disregarded everything.

And so the person who “saves the world” (if we can even reduce it to such a concept) is not the person who puts everyone at ease and makes crowds cheer. It’s the person who makes everyone hold their breath, with a feeling in the air like the pressure changed, and it smells like rain. It is natural to be worried about the future. It’s honest. It means you can see what’s really going on. Hero society has never felt this exposed, but the people are held back from the edge of despair because there is also so much potential brewing. Electricity about to strike. The world will NOT go back to the way it was, no matter what. That much is certain. But what if we still live to see the dawn? What then? What if one person’s courage to break the mold makes all the difference?

I’m not just talking about Izuku, you know. I’m talking about Horikoshi.

To an extent, I’ve given up on predicting how exactly things will play out, because if nothing else, I can tell he’s planning something big—so big, I can’t quite picture it. I’m watching and waiting for the one person who can. I just know where he’s coming from. I think about how he’s never come this far before because his other stories were snuffed out. I know he used to struggle to see the future of his career. I relate to his stubbornly rebellious resolve to do what he wants anyway. To keep dreaming. I know that emotional sincerity is his specialty. And now he’s even directly breaking the fourth wall, having characters talk about what’s supposed to happen in comic books. Gradually, almost imperceptibly at first, we’ve been shown how something else can happen. He’s not done yet.

[alpaca-clouds]

The Power Of Media

I need do address one thing, because I see that kinda mindset creep up again and again.

Basically, under postings about utopian media, be it Star Trek, Solarpunk, or - heck - just bare Hopepunk, sometimes people will just go: "Media does not do shit. It does not change the world."

And that just is... demonstrably fault and a very defeatist attitude.

Now, one thing first: Yes, media on its own will not change the world. It will not. If you have this mindset, you are right in so far. We can have endless amounts of hopeful media and the world will not change from it.

But...

We live in capitalism. Its power seems inescapable. So did the divine right of kings. Any human power can be resisted and changed by human beings. Resistance and change often begin in art, and very often in our art, the art of words. - Ursula K. LeGuin

This quote of Ursula K. LeGuin is very powerful to me. Because it really captures the issue very well.

See. Right now we get bombarded with capitalist propaganda left and right. It already starts in school, we will often get it at home and obviously in media again and again.

It is so hard to escape, that to many it is hard to imagine that there ever could be anything else. I mean, we even have the issue within Solarpunk. When I read through those Solarpunk Anthologies, I will again and again find stories, that feature either capitalist worlds - or a world that has to be rebuild after the apocalypse. Because people really struggle imagining how it could be otherwise.

And this is why fiction is so important. Why Hopepunk is so important.

A lot of young people right now are able to see that the system is broken, that it has left them behind. Most young folks, who do not come from generational wealth, see that they will under the current system never own their own house. Their own retirement seems to be rather unlikely. And that is, if they do not die before from either the effects of climate change, from some pandemic through which we have to work because line needs to go up, or just in general because the health care system does not take care of them.

And these young people are willing to fight. They are. But right now they are only fighting against a system. They do not know what they fight for.

I know, for some this might sound like a small thing. But it is not. Especially not in a world, where more and more people are struggling with their mental health.

People need hope.

And again: No, it is not enough on its own. Just hopeful fiction on its own runs the danger of just being endless escapism.

We also need to offer mutual aid for each other. We also need to organize. And, yeah, we need to protest and actually get out there to fight.

But don't underestimate the power of fiction, when it comes to giving people something to fight for.

We know that media and stories have these powers. It is, after all, why those in powers dripfeed us the kinda stories that vilify those, who want to change the system. That tell us, that "everything is fine, okay, just trust the good billionaires" and what not. Because they understand this power.

And we should not leave this power to them along.

[abadbutsadcollective]

Questioning: Future Life? Kintype? Hearttype? Or Something Else?

Ok, weird new experience for me time. Hoping to get some feedback but also get my experience out there. No one in my system has ever felt this before, so I'm doing what we always do and writing about it. Gonna put this under a cut because it's long, but feel free as ever to read and give input.

Point is: do you ever feel like a character would have you as their kintype?

This character, Hawks from MHA for your information, is very very similar to me. Bird guy with red feathers, his backstory if you twist it lines up eerily well with Hunters (from The Owl House, the guy I'm a fictive of), his general outlook in a lot of ways matches up with me. But I'm not him.

Honestly it's like looking into a funhouse mirror. The reflection is similar to you, but definitely to the left, and if you saw that thing walking down the street you wouldn't call it you. Just something that looks like you. Something that was you, but got changed somehow, even if it still holds the pieces of what you were.

This would be all fine and good, no problems--he's just not something I identify as even though he's similar, right? Simple, problem solved! But the actual problem is... I feel closely intertwined with him to the point where I feel like he should have a me kintype. Instead of a sense of "I have experience of being this man and see myself as him", I feel like he would have experience being me, and that if anything he'd literally have me as a kintype.

Obviously this guy is a fictional character and can't have kintypes unless the source creators wrote it in there. So this isn't even about the source material itself, this is... A distinct feeling. Different to "haha he's like me, he'd probably have me as a kintype" too--it's deeper. It's not a joke or a fandom thing.

I've seen people talk about future lives around--rarely, but I've seen it. Never in-depth aside from "a life you believe you'll have in the future", so we never really learned about what it's like to have an identity that stems from that. I feel like maybe this could be related? It seems to fit the feelings well enough, I'm just not sure how that would work in a logical way. Not that it needs to be flawless in its logic--but I do prefer to have a satisfying explanation for things that concern me.

Hell, is it a parallel life maybe? We've seen more on those. It'd be confusing if Hawks-me in whatever other timeline had a me kintype and I didn't have him as one--though I guess it could work regardless? Maybe? Haven't got anything else pointing toward that explanation yet though--once again it's something I'm not entirely familiar with.

Could it be a hearttype? Never heard them described in this way, though. We've seen "this is like family to me"--not what I experience. I don't know him. We've seen "I should be this"--also not true. I should be me because that's who I am right now, I don't think I "should have" been Hawks. It just doesn't seem to fit, though in a pinch I guess I could describe it as one for a quick explanation?

In the end I could always go with vaguetype and call it a day. But I still don't think that's direct enough of a term--it's not vague, it's a distinct feeling that doesn't have a name. It's unclear on what this is, sure, but only because it doesn't have a name or explanation.

Not that I really need to put a name to it, but this isn't something we've heard of before. I'd like answers, or at least to put this out and maybe have some form of solidarity with someone over it--whether that be now, or a year or two in the future when someone else finds this and goes "wow, just like me!".

I'll keep thinking on it, I just needed to get this all down somewhere.

[tentative-wanderer]

SMH when people clutch their pearls over Mo Ran and Hua Binan’s behaviours. The blurb right before the book makes it clear that this is a story about a terrible person’s reformation. So instead of feeling squeamish about Mo Ran’s tyranny, I was far more curious about how he’d change. As for Hua Binan, I absolve him of guilt because he and his folks were stuck between a rock and a hard place (I cannot understand how so many female readers, despite being female, naively undermine how freaking hard it is to break free of a world that systemically chains you), they used a galaxy-brained method to get out of it, he’s good-looking, and he has IMPECCABLE taste. (I’m a broken record, I’ve said that before. But wow, dude. That plot twist. Delicious.)

Stop clutching pearls. It’s fiction.* Just sit back and admire Mo Ran’s humour (and abs) and Hua Binan’s mad genius (and beauty).

*And it’s not overly graphic, in the sense that it doesn’t go too deep into gory details. Sidetracking far away (🤷 brains tend to do that), but somehow I’m reminded of Iris Chang’s book, The Rape of Nanking, because it’s the opposite of 2ha in the following few aspects. It’s non-fiction, it’s detailed about atrocities (by Japanese war criminals), and people really should be clutching their pearls but aren’t because they’ve been taught that the Holocaust is the absolute worst thing in recent world history, hand-waving whatever happened outside Europe and the US. (​It shouldn’t be a competition but the stark difference between the levels of awareness is appalling.) I don’t dare to read that book, though it’s important that more people do so for awareness. The author became depressed and took her life. Says a lot about the real horror.

[steaming-system-takes]

my hottake is many people misinterpret what people mean by "doubles dont exist"

all we are saying is that doubles do not literally exist. we arent telling you that you being uncomfortable isnt valid or whatever, we are simply trying to point out that no two introjects of the same source are the same person or said fictional character, source-separated or not.

as an introject, i and many other introjects in our system used to get uncomfortable around other introjects who shared our source. (I SHOULD MAKE THIS CLEAR THAT IT'S IMPORTANT TO KNOW I AM TALKING ABOUT IN THE CONTEXT OF BEING IN A PUBLIC CHAT OR SERVER, NOT AN ONLINE MEDIA ACCOUNT! a server vs a tumblr blog for example are different. my issue here is when it comes to discord/other public chatting sites.)

you know what we would do? either leave because it is our responsibility or we toughen through it and remember that person is literally a different person from us. im trying hard not to come off mean or invalidating but im really bad at wording

you're an introject on a tumblr blog and people sharing the same source as you make you uncomfortable? valid. blocking is a thing. just dont say anything and block. if someone is invading ur DNI on purpose thats on them. just block and thats it.

you're an introject talking in a system server/chat and someone else happens to have the same source as you? excuse yourself from the chat for the time being or ignore that person.

please do NOT go up to someone and call them a "double". i am not you. you are not me. we are not fictional characters. do not go around calling people " doubles". i could go up to you and say the same thing.(i wouldn't obviously bc i hate that word and it's rude i just mean that i LITERALLY could and it would be the same thing you hypothetically did) i am not a clone of you. (not saying everyone uncomfortable with "" doubles"" does this i just see it happen a lot.)

obviously, also respect when someone says "doubles dni". i just don't.. like it being called doubles bc its kind of dehumanizing and isn't. real in how the term means. it doesnt work for DID/OSDD.

we got over the double thing, and thank god we did, because all it literally did was fuel our DELUSIONS WE EXPERIENCE and PARANOIA from believing it. it also made us have internalized ableism towards other systems for a while. (again not saying everyone who has this as a discomfort is like this, just that it wasnt very healthy for us and ive seen a lot of people where it isnt healthy for them or the people around them either.. ive seen people literally yell at others over their identity??? can we please stop normalizing the double mentality thingie. introjects are NOT THEIR SOURCE or all the same person..)

we've had our unreasonable and finnicky triggers. hell we used to have a trigger for FUCKING APPLES. (long story.) and eventually you have to learn how to get over them. sorry that sounds really rude but i wish people would stop this!! calling people "doubles" is so fucking hurtful like yeah you are allowed to be uncomfortable but please dont spread the doubles thing or yell at people. you dont do that stuff and you just block or ignore and move on? cool. you are a cool person. stay cool

god i really hope this made sense. im the worst at wording.

im paranoid people read my messages wrong so heres now a list of clarifications;

>i believe alters are allowed to NOT source separate if they dont want to separate. as long as it isnt hurting them. even then thats for them and their own system to figure it out, and source separation shouldnt be forced.

>im not forcing people to INSTANTLY get over their discomforts and triggers. it takes time. i know. im just asking *some* people to change the way they view things or at least treat it differently (ie stop using "double" and use a different term or wtvr for it, be more responsible abt it etc) and strive to get better about it. i hope that made sense. im not trying to belittle people i genuinely just dont know how my tone is coming off and im paranoid im coming off rude/gen

>yes some of us still get uncomfortable around source-sharing people. it used to be really bad when we were younger but it's gotten better. yes we do experience different kinds of delusions and have severe paranoia and im aware those can be part of why source-sharing people can be triggering to some. this post is only talking about the people who INSIST on calling PEOPLE "doubles" or instead of being responsible for their own stuff and just blocking or ignoring these people will yell at random people. it does not happen a lot but it does happen. this is a post against that, not people who are merely uncomfortable and/or just block/leave without saying anything. if you are just uncomfortable and block or wtvr again UR COOL ur cool /gen

>and honestly im just asking people stop saying "double"... use "source sharing person" or smth else instead 😭😭 the word double is strange and dehumanizing

sorry this was so long.

/lh

^

we genuinely love getting these long and thought out takes, its nice being able to see someones full opinion on something and why they feel the way they do

[lacefuneral]

ok i've seen some posts about the tumblr alternative cohost but none that were actually helpful so!

(disclaimer: i am very new to this website. users who have been there longer can and should chime in with additions and/or corrections)

Cohost Introduction Post

What is cohost?

Cohost is a fledgling website that is essentially a tumblr clone, but with its own culture and site-specific features. It is also very much a work in progress. You are encouraged to talk in the cohost forum to suggest changes for devs, report bugs, and upvote other people's suggestions. This website WILL grow and change over time. And as such, I do not know if/when the information I share here will be outdated. Edit: To answer an ask I received, anyone can join cohost without an invite. It used to be invite-only. It is not this way anymore.

Is "adult content" allowed there?

Yes. Cohost is not on the app store, meaning that it is not subject to Apple's specifications. You can post illustrations, writing, and photographs (cohost does not support any video formats at this time, just gifs). Cohost has an elaborate filtering and trigger warning system (moreso than tumblr), and you can disable adult content for your entire account or for individual tags. I actually don't engage with the adult content at all on there. Visual CSEM (both real and fictional) is specifically forbidden (although frankly I think the guidelines could be stricter wrt written content. Still, does seem to handle this better than AO3 does, going as far to say that written content about real minors is forbidden.)

How are minors protected?

The minimum age to join cohost is 16, and requires proof of parental permission to join. Users who are under 18 are automatically age-gated and cannot view adult content.

If cohost isn't on the app store, how is it used?

You can, of course, use cohost on a computer, but it is designed with mobile in mind. Opening the website on any IOS browser, clicking "share", and then "add to home screen" will install an app for you to use. The same can be done on an android. There is a guide here.

How does cohost work?

First, you create an account. Then you wait for approximately two days (read: weekdays) for the account to be activated. This is done to prevent spam bots. In the meantime, edit your profile. List some interests, your pronouns, your other social media links. Give yourself an icon. Note: icon and banner file sizes are small. You may need to shrink and compress images.

After the two days are up, make your first post! Write a basic introduction (with what you feel comfortable you feel sharing) and list some interests you like, maybe some hobbies, media, etc. And then tag this post with "#welcome to cohost". This will let existing members know that someone new has joined, and they may initiate conversation and/or follow you.

Next, go to the search and type in "The Cohost Global Feed" and click on the tag. Bookmark this tag. This is essentially one giant community space where you can find random users. (There is currently some discourse on the website as to whether this tag existing is a "bad thing" or not because "cohost isn't supposed to have a global tag". Just ignore that lol). Next, go back to search and type in things you like. TV shows, maybe. Video games. Music. Anything. See if people have posted in the tags. Follow them. Comment on their stuff. Click "like" to bookmark the post if you want to.

Most crucially, make sure that you bookmark the actual tag so you can look in that tag again later without having to manually type it each and every time. Also, you get a feed called "bookmarked tags" which allows you to scroll through all of them at once, which replaces the "for you" feature other websites have.

You can "share" a post (called "rebug" in user slang) which serves the same purpose as a reblog on tumblr. In a rebug, you can add your own tags or comment in the body of the post. Cohost users do not talk in tags as much as tumblr users - they tend to prefer to speak in the body of a rebug, or in the comment section (replies). At this time, you cannot view all reblogs. But you can view all comments in the comment section. Any post that is rebugged will preserve the tags of the OP, with any additional tags added being attributed to you. Rebugs are named after the website mascot Eggbug, a purple bee-like insect.

Posts are called "chosts" - and shitposting is called "shitchosting." Two examples of global shitposting tags are "#css crimes" - which is when a person does goofy things with the HTML/CSS editor to make colorful text, fake chat windows, and such - and "#shitchosting" which is a general shitposting tag. I've also seen people use tags like "#random".

If a post makes you laugh, check out the OP's profile. See if they post frequently, and if you have any common interests. If you realize you want to block or mute someone instead, you can.

You can send asks just like on tumblr, but your inbox must be manually opened first. So remember to do that.

How do I look at my own blog?

This is one of my gripes about the UI. You would think, intuitively, you would click here (at the top of the screen). But you would be wrong!

It is ACTUALLY under the sidebar menu, called "Profile." And I'm not the only one to to complain about this. (To get back to your dashboard, by the way, you click on the cohost logo.)

Are there sideblogs?

Yes! Each sidepage (sideblog) has its OWN set of likes AND followed pages (blogs). This allows you to easily switch between multiple sets of dashboards. A lot of users use this to have a SFW dashboard and an adult content dashboard. But it works like tumblr, too. You can have a side page/dashboard for whatever you'd like. Maybe one of your pages is for programming. Maybe another is for photography. You switch between your pages by clicking the arrow next to your icon/username at the top of the screen. ("Ohhhhh.... THAT'S what that's for.")

What's the userbase on there like?

Mostly programmers. Trans people. Furry artists. Plural systems. Furry trans plural programmers. Certainly a lot of shitposters. The website is trans-run and, as such, has zero tolerance for TERFs. Everyone seems pretty friendly from what I can tell. And there's very much a culture of "follow someone randomly based on their vibes" that doesn't happen as much on tumblr. Tumblr is more like "I really like this TV show, I'm going to follow 40 blogs about just this interest." Because the cohost community is so much smaller, there is a lot less content overall, especially fandom content. You can't follow 40 fandom pages because your fandom tag has a total of 3 posts, all made by one person approximately a year ago (well. for me anyway).

Cohost, then, actually has much more in common with real-life socialization. You seek out people with interests that may be very different from your own, and to find a common interest is very exciting! Unlike tumblr, you are encouraged to tag as much as possible. This allows your posts to be seen, to find common interests. And, of course, don't forget to look in "#Welcome To Cohost" too! You may find some new friends there.

What file formats can I post in?

Currently, I am aware of basic image formats working (like jpeg, png) animated gifs, and mp3s. You currently cannot upload videos to cohost. I believe the reason is not related to server costs, but rather as a way to curb the uploading of copyrighted content.

How does cohost make money?

There are no ads, and yet, as far as I am aware, cohost is operating comfortably. There is, however, an entirely optional "cohost plus" that is $5 USD a month. Currently, there are a few perks, but not enough to convince me.

What if I think something about cohost should change?

Cohost has a forum where users can submit ideas for features and other users can discuss/upvote those ideas.

Here is a list of posts made for newcomers to read:

[tekkawolf]

Living In a Problematic Shadow

An essay by an anonymous member of the Vurrsys

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I've been meaning to talk about this in some public-facing capacity for a while, but never knew how to do so in a way to protect the safety of our system.

I am a problematic factive.

It's ironic, in a way, that abuser introjects are the most commonly talked about introject in the psych field yet even fictional introjects of "problematic" characters are contested in the greater plural community. Factual introjects in general, too, are derided. I am a mixture of the most controversial parts of both these types of headmate, and it is not easy trying to exist.

I will not go into detail about who I am introjected from, but my source was called out for possible abuse and cut off from the greater internet. Despite having done nothing they did, I must live with the guilt of being a copy of an abuser and the knowledge that everyone hates my existence. I cannot be open about who I am, both because it is seen as parasocial and because it would put the system in danger—and this is extremely isolating. My name, appearance, even personality traits must stay hidden as to prevent the worst case from happening.

And it sucks, a lot.

There's a special kind of pain that comes from being unable to be yourself, which I'm sure many understand. Not even just other introjects: the society we live in makes it so that you have to hide key aspects of yourself from parents, co-workers, and the general population. Even in plural spaces, even in spaces where factives are allowed, I am unwelcome and treated as a threat for existing. Even among loved ones I am scared that they secretly see me as just as evil as my source, or that it reflects the system as a whole. We didn't choose to introject me, I didn't choose to front as frequently as I do.

There probably is no solution here. Even if everything about how problematic factives are seen was fixed, it would still be parasocial to use my source's face as my own. However, I want everyone reading this to remember that those who have done harm (in this world or otherwise) are still worthy of redemption, of making themselves better, of not letting their past dictate their future. Restorative justice is a powerful ideology that more should pick up, because it can better our compassion and teach us to forgive ourselves, too. Even those who still have thoughts similar to their source, or cruel thoughts in general, are not worthy of scorn: thoughts are not indicative of morality, they do not define a person's existence. It is the things we do and the ways we act that matter. Keep those accountable for things they've done in the material world, but remember above all else that change is possible and being bad once doesn't mean you'll be bad forever.

[lynamei]

Now, I think it's time to move onto the very purpose of me starting this.

So, point number one: the basics of fictional politics.

You think that most stories don't have politics?

Most stories just aren't focused on it. Unless your character is the last surviving human in a post apocalyptic world, a secluded monk or some kind of Robinson Crusoe, they will live in society. And where society appears politics follows.

You want to ensure that your readers (at least that part of them that understands politics a little bit) won't cry bloody tears reading your latest creation? Then put some thought into world building.

Now, there are two options when it comes to writing the political (or, think in broader terms - social) part of your story.

First is obviously a sociopolitical system that really exists (or existed at some point in the past).

It's the easier option as you don't have to come up with all the peculiar things like social hierarchy, power legitimacy sources or societal norms of behaviour. It's all already here, you only need to weave it into the tapestry of your story, making it interesting for other people to read.

My advice will be simple: research, research and more research. Make it detailed and make it systematic, and most certainly don't use things like Wikipedia without cross-checking the facts. Some people change the articles there for fun. I did it myself before tests when I worked in university in order to catch those geniuses who tried to cheat. You might think it’s mental, but I’ll let you know it worked.

So, check the facts and use at least two or three sources of information. That will save you from mistakes, personal opinions and propaganda. Because, and I hate to disappoint you here if you haven't got it yet, most sources on society are somewhat unreliable and full of ideological bullshit. Some are just more obviously biased than others.

Depending on how deep you want to delve into the political side of your story, you might need to simply gather facts or gain a deeper understanding of people's behaviour and beliefs that formed and defined it.

Let's say: your story takes place in the USA and one of your characters is mildly interested in the ongoing presidential race. You’d need a couple of facts, maybe some ties between your character's social status and their opinions of the candidates, and that's it.

It would be completely different if one of your characters is a part of the team of a candidate. Then a lot of their life revolves around politics in general and the particular process, so you’d need to know some intricacies of elections, especially what the whole process looks like on the inside.

That being said, the purpose and the plot of your story will define how deep your research should be. Still, quality is what matters.

Second option is more complicated (and more exciting): creating an original political system.

That would require your imagination, yes, but you’ll also need to actually understand the ‘how’s and ‘why’s. Because, surprise surprise, there are reasons our society is like it is. The same would naturally be true about any kind of it, from epic fantasy to post-apocalyptic dystopia.

There are two ways to go about the creation of society in your own world: building from scratch and basing it on some real-life examples. More often than not people choose the second one because not only is it easier to develop into something complete, but familiar shapes help readers to relate with the characters they read about. Ironically, that doesn't save many authors from making the most glaring mistakes.

Either way, when creating your own society and political system the first thing you need to determine is the starting point. ‘Well, that much is obvious,’ you could say. The trick here is to know exactly what your foundation is, so you can confidently build the whole structure upon it.

For example, you are writing fantasy in a medieval setting. You choose Western Europe of the mid-fourteenth century as a foundation for your story. That means that you have some basic things like who has power, how the state is organised, what are relationships between social classes. But you also need to think of things that make your world different from Western Europe of the said period.

Or you want to write sci-fi and decide to build other planets’ societies yourself. That's the most rational decision if what you envision differs too much from what you know about the real-world examples. But that means that you have to create the whole basis from the simplest norms of behaviour before moving to something as complex as politics. Basically, you’ll have to make at least sketches of the whole history and social development to the point where your story starts.

In the end, just like any other part of your story, the social and political side demands a lot of attention and detailed planning. That is, if you want it to look believable. You're in for hours upon hours of research or world building. And some results of it might only get one or two mentions in the final draft of your story. But that's what makes it complete, what gives the world details necessary for the readers to fully immerse themselves. If anything, I’d want my story to be life-like and my characters easy to imagine. What about you?

[pyramid-of-starrs]

Take Care of Me Chapter 1: Empty

Chapter mood board:

Chapter warnings: Cursing, Symptoms of ED, mentions of depression/depressive behavior, insecurity, body shaming? , Fem names and parts, toxic relationships, lies, arguing, aged up Seonghwa (29), Aged up Wooyoung (25), smoking, drug use, drinking, sexual activity while under the influence (Everyone involved is coherent and consenting)

Smut warnings: Tongue kissing, drool? ,Fingering (Fem receiving), body worshipping, boob play, public sexual activity.

Word Count: 8.3K

if I'm missing anything please let me know

This is not a representation of Any members of Ateez and this story is fictional.

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Wake up. Eat. Work. Shower. Was this how life was supposed to be lived? Was life meant to be so dry and mundane? You go to work every day and leave in your car then come home, drink some wine, pet the dog, have dinner, and go to sleep and do the same thing the next day. The weekends you sleep and ignore the messages from your friends asking you to go out. Going to bars and clubs at 28 sucks, either you get younger guys trying to prove that they could fuck you good or guys your age trying to prove that they still can fuck good. Who the hell would even want that. Enough thinking, time to get to work, you slide on your skirt over your stockings and put on your blazer and head out to the front door. Right on time a knock at the front door can be heard you open it to see your usual caretaker, Jonathan, a very nice older gentlemen that you pay monthly to take care of your house, plants, pool, and dog while you’re at work. Yeah, you opted to buying a nice big house to fill the lonely void and unfortunately it was too much for you to handle on your own, hence you hiring Jonathan.

“Good morning, Mrs. Y/N, off to work ?”

“Yes Jonathan, as usual call me if you need anything okay?”

You handed him the house keys, Jonathan felt like it would be best for you to give him the keys every morning instead of him keeping a spare because he didn’t live in the best neighborhood and didn’t want to risk someone taking it and you getting harmed. You assured him that you had a very good alarm system, but he still didn’t want to be a bother, he was the sweetest man in the world. He took the keys from your hands and smiled at you warmly.

“Okay Ms. Y/N, have a great day at work, let me know if you’ll be running late so I can push back your food delivery time.”

“Will do, thank you.”

You walked out as he walked in and headed to your car in the driveway, once inside the car you turned on the radio and headed off to work. From there the bleak and boring feeling still stayed but you couldn’t complain because the money was good, you worked for the top marketing firm and held a higher up position. Your assistant knocked then entered your office having you review some forms that you barely read, and you worked on your laptop throughout the day. Maybe you should talk to a therapist about the empty and unfulfilled feeling you had, no they are just going to babble and you’re going to tune them out too. Maybe you needed a boyfriend, but then again, the only men you knew worked at your firm and are boring too. Change of scenery? Nope, you hated moving, it always felt like too much of a hassle. Maybe this was just what you were meant to be, a normal, boring NPC watching life pass them by. It wasn’t your surroundings or the people in your life it was just you, you were just boring. Who knows and honestly who cares right now, all you wanted to do was get out this office and get home, today was Friday so you were just happy to enjoy your weekend of sleeping.

Once the workday ended you gathered your things and laptop and left your office, locking the door anticipating the coming weekend.

As you walked to the elevator you heard a voice call out your name, when you turned to see you saw your friend Rina.

“Y/N!!! I missed you!”

She ran over and hugged you, nearly knocking you down.

“Rina…welcome back from your work trip, how was it?”

She finally released you from her grasp, Rina was your co-worker now, but you met her in college, she worked part time at a diner you and your ex-boyfriend use to go to frequently. Casual conversations after her being your waitress for many times made caused you too to develop a long-term friendship, she has been through a lot with you and same for you for her. Rina got her bachelor’s in human resources and associate in communication while you got your bachelors in marketing and associates in photography, you both graduated the same year and Rina made you promise to get a job at the same place so you two would never be apart because she felt like you two were “platonic” soulmates. Now 4 years later here you were, Rina was an HR Rep while you were a Marketing manager both of you worked cushiony jobs, but Rina was happy, she was still wide eyed, you sometimes wondered how Rina kept that  same spunk, that same passion, whatever it was that was part of the reason why you couldn’t help but love her.

 “It was so amazing Y/N! I wish you could have come, the HR stuff was boring, lots of keynote speakers and those dry cookies you know I hate but the views and my hotel was beautiful! The perks of being in HR is booking your own stays and no one batting an eye at where you pick.” You and Rina continued your walk down the hall to the elevators. Once you two got on the conversation continued.

“That’s good to hear, I’m glad you got to enjoy the trip.”

“It would have been perfect if you came, you could have brought your camera and I know you would have gotten some amazing shots Eggy!”

Ah yes, Eggy, eggy was the name that Rina made for you because in college when you went to the diner, she worked at with your ex you would only order a side of scrambled eggs with water. She thought it was so peculiar that she started to call you eggy. What Rina never knew was the real and unfortunate reason behind your order. That was because of the insecure asshole that sat with you every other day at that booth. Your ex was a lot of things and had horrible ways about him, he made you feel terrible about yourself every day of the 4 years you were in college, but you clung to him because you desperately needed familiarity and someone to love you. Maybe that stemmed from some random unresolved trauma you had but all you knew was that you loved him. He often reminded you when you were eating too much and needed to keep yourself in shape or someone would “Swoop in and steal him away”. He made you cut your hair, wear baggy clothes so no one saw your bigger than average chest and plump thighs, you could rarely go to parties without him making a fuss and when you and Rina got close, he wanted you to cut her off because you two spent too much time together, but Rina would rather die than leave you alone. He was in his sophomore year when you started your freshman year, you two met at a party and hit it off from there. The relationship was pretty good your first year when you were a tiny and awkward freshman just excited to be in school for photography but then you entered your sophomore year when he was in his junior year and you gained you freshmen 15 in all the right places, your adult body had developed, big breast, thick thighs, and a fuller face. Men were showing you more attention and he hated that, he stopped taking you out, stopped wanting you to dress up and even told you to give up on making photography your career path. The more you thought about him the more it just bothered you, you developed a lot of bad traumas from him so shook yourself out of your head and realized Rina was still talking.

“Huh? Oh, yeah sure that’s fine” you said the first default answer that came to mind.

You two walked off the elevator as it stopped at the parking garage, she jumped out in front of you her eyes big and a huge smile on her face.

“Wait really? Oh my god finally! It’s been forever since we went out!”

“Went out?”

“Y/N you were zoned out, weren’t you? Ugh, well I said I was going out with some friends on Saturday and asked if you’d come with. You already said yes so, no takesies backsies!” she ran off to her car and yelled that she would pick you up tomorrow.

You sighed deeply, this was going to suck but there was nothing to be done now, trying to back out on Rina was fighting a losing battle. You got in your car and drove home, you pulled into your driveway and walked up into your home.

“Jonathan, I’m home.”

Jonathan walked into the home from the backyard through the backdoor, your black shiatzu in his arms with his little pink tongue sticking out as he panted.

“Hello Ms. Y/N, welcome home, your food delivery is on the kitchen counter, the plants are tended too, and Mister (your dog) is all taken care of.”

“Thank you, Jonathan, I already deposited your paycheck.”

“Thank you, Ms. Y/N, however I do need to talk to you about something.”

“What is it?” you walked over to the counter to take your food out and Jonathan put Mister down and closed the sliding patio door.

“Well, you see, I won’t be able to return for quite some time. My wife has fallen very ill, and I need to be there to take care of her...”

“Oh, well if that’s the case then I guess it’s nothing else that can be done then, that’s fine take all the time you need me, and Mister can manage.”

“Well, that’s the great thing Miss, I have a replacement already, my nephew recently moved to town and is looking for work and he could really use some honest work to get him on his feet.”

“Does he work as good as you?”

“I’ll show him all the ins and outs, I can even do it tomorrow!”

“That’s fine, I won’t be home most the day because my friend is making me get an outfit for tomorrow and she’s picking me up in the afternoon, so I’ll leave the key under the plant at the door.”

You walked him out and locked the door behind him, walking back over to grab your food and sit on your couch to watch TV. A sigh left your lips as you thought about the dreadful day of tomorrow, you finished your food, showered, and headed to bed as you laid there in your night dress you tried to shut off your mind to get some sleep but then the thumping started. The thumping was exactly what you thought it was, since you broke up with your ex 4 years ago you’ve only had sex twice with a guy you dated but couldn’t take seriously, it was going on 2 years since the last time you had been intimate and the throbbing in your core started a few months ago. You’ve never felt this horny before but there is always a first time for everything, you tried using your fingers and toys, but nothing really felt the same or gave you the same sensation, you try your best to ignore it every night but always end up staying up until the point of exhaustion with the aching feeling of your unsatisfied nub. You were woken up at 10am by your phone ringing, only 2 people ever called you, your mom and Rina. This time it was Rina, thank God. You reached over to your nightstand and grabbed your phone off the charger.

“I don’t want to go Rina.” You said in a groggy and cranky voice still tired from your area keeping you up.

“I don’t wanna hear it Y/N, you already said yes so, I’m taking you shopping then we can get ready at my place! My boyfriend is going to bring some of his friends too!”

Rinas boyfriend, right he exist, you usually don’t have an issue with friends’ partners, but Rinas boyfriend was your ex’s brother. Again, you can’t blame Rina because you never told her about everything with your ex, all she knew was that you two broke up and she always felt like that was the worst thing ever because she wanted you two to get married someday. You’re not sure if Rinas boyfriend knew about the shitty things his brother did but you did know that he wasn’t a huge fan of you after you broke up with his brother. Rina always told you that Hongjoong, her boyfriend, loved you but you knew that that was just something people say when someone doesn’t like another person.

“I don’t want to hang out with those guys Rina so if anything, that makes me not want to go even more.”

“Oh, don’t be like that, they are fun so you’re coming! We’re going to this new club downtown it’s really fun so hurry up and get dressed.”

“…fine, let yourself in when you get here.”

“Yay! Love you, bye.”

“Love you bye…”

The phone hung up and you groaned loudly, this day was going to be a drag, but you loved your best friend enough to commit to it, it’s been months since you last went out on the weekends so maybe the club scene has magically changed, doubt it. You got up from your bed to go shower and get ready for the day, while you were getting dressed Mister ran to the door barking and you could hear the door opening downstairs.

“Honey I’m hooooome.” Rina was dragging you out to a night you knew you wouldn’t enjoy but at least she’s adorable while doing, so you walked down the stairs to greet her.

“Well, hello my love.” Trying to play along, you could see Rina kneeled to pet Mister still at the front door, she had on a cute black skater dress with chunky sole black boots, despite her bright personality Rina enjoyed wearing all black, she thinks it compliments her shape, which she isn’t wrong, she was a petite built woman, she had a flat stomach but she had a small chest and not much thighs or butt contrary to you. Rina stood up and realized what you were wear. A black body-con crop top that showed your belly button and butterfly tattoo on your forearm and grey sweats.

“Girl what the hell, why are you dressed to sit at home I told you I was picking you up!”

“I am dressed to go to the mall this is my outfit…”

She signed and shook her head.

“Eggy what have I told you about not dressing depressed when you are depressed?”

“And I told you I’m not depressed.”

Rina knew she was fighting a losing battle and just decided to change topics.

“Well, your hair looks cute, so we don’t have to get that done and of course you have that gorgeous face, all we need is a cute outfit to compliment that godly shape.”

You fiddled with your bangs when she complimented your hair, you decided to change up how you got your hair done out of boredom last week and got dark burgundy extensions with a thin bang that stopped a little below your eyebrows. You were hesitant about the change from your usual 3 styles of either black middle part, black braids or just your natural curly black Afro but Rina suggested you change something up in your life so you wouldn’t be so gloomy feeling.

“Thanks, but let’s go before I change my mind.” You put on your Jordan’s and you two headed back out the door. You left the key under the plant on the walkway for Jonathan and his “trainee” and got in Rinas car to head to the mall. Once you arrived you felt a small pit in your stomach, shopping at the mall was everything but fun for you, clothing never fit you well and you felt like every skinny little teen girl was talking about you. You two walked in and shopped at a few different stores, stopping at a boutique in the mall you started to try on outfits while Rina stood outside the dressing room.

“So…are you excited about going out tonight Eggy?”

“You know my answer and you know you’re not going to like it.”

“Yeah, I know you’d rather be home with Mister and blah blah blah, I just want you to experience what’s left of our twenties, sometimes it feels like you’re already going through a mid-life crisis.”

“What does that even mean?”

“You’re always so humdrum these days, in college you were so fun, and we would hang out all the time but now I barely see you outside of work and I love my boyfriend and friends, but no one can replace my eggy.”

“…I’m sorry I made you feel that way.”

“Don’t be sorry eggy, put that energy into making yourself happy!”

You chose not to respond because you didn’t know what happiness looked like, you hated to admit Rina was right and you were already depressed and over life at 28 but you can’t help feeling this way. You decided to not think too much about it and finished trying on the last outfit Rina suggested, she knew you weren’t a flashy person, so she grabbed a few safe options for you to try on, this one was a white dress with spaghetti straps and a ruffled bottom that stopped at your knees, the dress was form fitting and showed a good amount of cleavage. You stepped out the fitting room to show your friend.

“How is this?” You asked with your arms crossed covering your chest a bit.

“Holy hell Y/N you look so hot! Take that off and give it to me I’m buying that for you right now.”

“Wait really? You like this?”

“Hell no, I love it! You’re so wearing that tonight the guys are gonna be in love with you. Seonghwa isn’t gonna know what to d-“ she slapped her hand over her mouth realizing that she had revealed a secret she was trying to keep from you.  You froze and just stared at her then you walked back in the fitting room to change.

“Now listen to me Y/N.”

“I don’t want to hear it, Rina.”

Once you quickly changed you handed the dress to Rina and left the store heading directly to the car. Rina quickly paid for the dress and an outfit she got for herself and jogged after you. By the time she reached you had already got to the car and was waiting for her to unlock it, she hit the unlock button and you both got in.

“Eggy I really didn’t know he was coming until today…I promise.”

You stayed silent while Rina sat there looking at you with the biggest puppy dog eyes you’ve ever seen.

“If you don’t want to go anymore, I understand…”

She didn’t know why you broke up with Seonghwa in college she just knew it was a bit sudden, one day you and Rina were planning the imaginary wedding the next day you stopped smiling and started wearing hoodies and letting your hair grow out. There was things Rina did notice, it was the fact that Seonghwa graduated a year before you two and communication between the two of you became less and less than one afternoon you two had a fight and then you broke up with him. Rina wanted to help get her best friends back together and even went to Seonghwas house but that’s where she met Hongjoong, Seonghwas half-brother that was a year younger. You explained the situation and he let you know that Hwa had left for Europe a few days prior. She respected your decision to break up with Hwa because you were in the relationship, not her but she always secretly wanted you two to get back together one day.

“…I’ll go…it’s fine.” You couldn’t keep living life hoping not to see Seonghwa again, you knew at some point you’d see him.

“I promise Eggy you won’t feel weird I’ll punch him if he upsets you!”

You two drive back to Rinas house to get dressed at around 9pm you and Rina are ready and decide it’s time to go. Everyone was meeting at Rinas house, so everyone was downstairs already.

“Come on Y/N, are you ready?”

You step out of the bathroom that Rina and Hongjoong had connected to their room and Rina dramatically gasp.

“Oh my god my Nubian queen I’m in love, please I’ll leave my man for you right now let’s run away together.”

You put on the dress she got you with black heels that laced up your legs, you had a very simple make up look that complimented your lips and eyes and added some fun curls to your hair.

“Don’t be dramatic Rina…”

She grabbed you by your hands and dragged you out the room as you two started to descend the stairs.

“Don’t believe me? Ask everyone else.”

You got to the bottom of the stairs and some of Rinas other female friends were there.

“We’re ready everyone! And look at Y/N doesn’t she look amazing?”

Everyone playfully cheered at your entrance, you couldn’t help but to feel a bit shy.

"So, this is the infamous Y/N we hear about but can never make it? I was starting to think Rina had an imaginary friend!" A woman you didn't recognize stood up.

"Yuna, nice to finally meet you Y/N." she walked over to extend her hand to you, and you shook it. You felt bad because your mind was not on her or anyone else for that matter. You were nervously looking for him...Mr. Park Seonghwa. Rina being your friend of many years saw how you scanned the room distracted and knew you were looking for him.

"Alright well Hongjoong and the guys are going to meet us at the club so lets head out."  You all exited Rinas loft and got into separate cars, naturally you rode shotgun in Rinas car."

You arrived at the club and went through the usually run down of the bouncers checking every nook and cranny of your purse then them checking your IDs.  Rinas friends flirted with security a bit to get you in for free and Hongjoong had bought a V.I.P section for you all so you headed over to it. You were not Hongjoongs favorite person because naturally he saw you as the girl who broke his brother’s heart and sent him packing to Europe alone when that was just the surface of the truth. Hongjoong skipped the school route and went into creating his own path in music engineering, it didn't make him much money at first and Rina supported him through it, then he finally got his big break and had worked his way up since. You had a lot of respect for him because you assumed that when he made it big, he would leave Rina, but he didn't, he stayed home to stay with her and takes care of her well. They matched each other well, when they first met, she was frantically looking for his brother to figure out the breakup situation, he thought she was cute and asked her out, he appreciated her genuine spirit. From there they have been together since.

Once in V.I.P you guys spent 30 minutes drinking and wand swaying to the music while you waited for the guys, you stayed seated in the corner working on one drink, you didn't mean to be a downer, but this was just not making you feel any better, you felt indifferent about the whole thing. Rina checked her phone and realized Joong texted her telling her to bring everyone to the dance floor because that’s where the guys were. Rina relayed the message and you let her know you were going to hang back a bit to then rejoin the group, she was hesitant about leaving you but accepted that maybe you just needed to thaw out still. As everyone was leaving you checked you phone and realized you got a message from Jonathan:

As you finished typing you heard a familiar voice, and it made your stomach drop.

"Texting my replacement?" The dreaded ghost of your past has finally appeared, you looked up slowly to see Seonghwa in black dress pants, a white button down with a pull over. You looked back down trying to keep your composure and calm yourself, you hadn’t seen Seonghwa since the day he left for Europe and had no idea it would feel this strange when you saw him again.

“No.” was all you could say, Seonghwa smiled and sat next to you.

“You’re not denying that there is a replacement then.”

“There isn’t.” You turned your attention back to your phone and crossed your legs. Seonghwa took a moment to really look over you, he sure did miss seeing you.

“You look as beautiful as always Y/N, it’s nice to see you again.”

“Thank you.”

“Come on beautiful don’t be like that; I want to talk to you.”

You chose to stay quiet because you simply had nothing to say to him, Seonghwa may seem sweet and innocent to everyone else, but you knew the real him, the him no one else got to see. In college he wasn’t only someone that made you feel insecure he was also a manipulative gas lighter. He made you feel lesser than, made you feel like you were always in the wrong, made you fell like you never did enough as a girlfriend. You gave your everything to him and he gave you hell in return. The week before seonghwa left for Europe he was telling you all about how he was offered an internship at a company in Europe and told you he wanted to go.

“Y/N it could really change my life and help jump start my career! I really think I should go.” He said to you while you both were in his apartment.

“I think you should go to; it sounds like your dream opportunity.”

“So, you’re on board then?”

“Of course, I am, you know I’ll support you through anything.”

“That’s so good because I already said yes and bought our tickets, we leave next week I’m so ha-“

“Our? Next week?” you asked with a puzzled look on your face.

“Well yes, I assumed you would be coming with me.”

“Hwa, I’m still in school, I can’t just up and leave I have to finish out my courses, this is my senior year.”

“That’s the thing baby” he walked over to cup your hands then look you in your eyes then continued.

“If I do this internship, I be able to get a great job that could take care of us both.”

The smile that was once on your face had completely faded now.

“But I’ve worked so hard, I can’t just quit and let you take care of me for the rest of my life.”

“Yes, you can Y/N, my career is going to be more than enough for us.”

“What about my career though?”

“You don’t need one if we have mine, you can pick back up your little photography hobby, doesn’t that sound fun?”

This was supposed to be his way of convincing you, yet this just sounded like he was belittling all the hard work you have put into your life. You took your hands out of his and back away from him.

“…You’re the one that told me to switch my major to marketing because photography wouldn’t get me anywhere in life…”

“Right, I know Y/N but now it can be something fun for you to do while I work.”

“Photography means a lot to me, it’s not just some hobby Seonghwa.”

“Fine whatever, why is this even the topic at hand Y/N this isn’t about you right now.”

“Well, I mean…it kind of is Seonghwa, you want me to drop out of school and just come with you to Europe for a year, that’s not something I can really just do.”

“You can always finish school later in life Y/N it’s not this serious.”

“It is to me though!”

“Well, what do you want me to do? Not go and throw my own career away just so you can focus on you?”

“No, I’m not telling you to not go Seonghwa, I’m saying I can’t go with you.”

He folded his arms and scoffed.

“So, you expect us to be long distance?”

“I mean why not?”

“Wow Y/N I knew you could be selfish, but this is crazy even for you.” You wanted to respond but he just continued. “You do know I didn’t have to even discuss this with you? I could have just broken up with you and left. I have options Y/N I think you forget that. Rather you go into marketing or do your little photography my job in engineering is going to be what takes care of us!”

“I never asked to be taken care of Seonghwa!”

“Good because you don’t deserve to be, you were just some dorky girl in photography when I met you and I helped elevate your entire life!”

“I’m grateful for everything you’ve done for me, but I can make choices on my own.”

“Right just like you chose to go to college for photography, you chose to gain weight, you chose to dress the way you dress showing all that skin to everyone that would give you attention. I helped make you the woman you are today, not you, not Rina, not your mom and not the guys that eye fuck you just so they can give you the attention and validation you are always so desperate for.”

Tears started to perk up in the corners of your eyes, you didn’t think telling him no would make him berate you like this, you even considered changing your mind and just saying yes and going but no. Why should you be okay with him treating you like this? Why should you stand for his horrible ways and self-centeredness, this isn’t what you deserve, you deserve much more then a guy that isn’t even willing to do long distance for a year. You stayed silent and started to gather your items while he continued his rant, once you were done getting your stuff you stood at the door and turned to him.

“I’ll be back tomorrow with Rina to get the rest of my stuff Seonghwa, hopefully you’ll be calmer.”

“Don’t bother, you don’t deserve me, you never have, if you walk out this door, we are done Y/N, you’re throwing away all 4 years that we have together.”

You stood there hesitantly, having a small panic attack about being alone, was leaving Seonghwa really what you wanted to do?

“Then I guess this is it then.”

That was the last words you said to Seonghwa before leaving his apartment and walking yourself back to your dorm in the cold night. You called Rina over and cried to her about you two breaking up but never told her the exact reason. From there the autopilot turned on and you started to just coast through life. Doing the most sensible thing and staying out of the way, your hair got longer, you got in the gym to lose the belly fat and you maintained yourself. You got a nice career after college, then bought yourself a house and a dog and even hired a sweet caretaker to help maintain everything for you. You never knew rather you did all that to prove to yourself that you could take care of yourself or to prove it to Seonghwa but even after all that you still weren’t happy.

You zoned back in from your flash back and realized Seonghwa was just staring at you.

“Why are you staring at me?”

“Because you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, and I’ve missed you.”

“Thank you.”

“Did you miss me ?”

“Seonghwa…”

“I know, I know, listen I’m sorry if I’m being pushy, I was just really excited to see you tonight and I couldn’t contain myself, I’ll back off a bit.” He smiled softly at you, and you had to fight with your self not to melt on the spot you softly bit your bottom lip then took another sip of your drink. Seonghwa knew the effect he still had on you, he pours himself and you a shot of tequila.

“Still a light only girl, right?”

“Yeah…”

He handed you the shot glass and you put your drink down to take it.

“What are we toasting?”

“How about cheers to new beginnings?”

“Sure”

You two clinked your glasses together then tapped the table and took the shots, some of the alcohol spilling down the side of your mouth. Seonghwa grabbed your chin with two of his fingers and wiped it with his thumb. He stayed silent and you two just stared into each other’s eyes for a moment. Your stomach was in your ass at this point and your brown cheeks felt hot. You stood up to kill his gaze.

“I um- have to go to the bathroom be back.”

You walked out of the section leaving Seonghwa there by himself, you made it to the back of the club and found a small private room with an unlocked door and opened it.

You walked in and saw a couple making out which startled you.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” you said and was about to exit but then a man dressed in all black walked in behind you.

“Get the hell out of here, I told you two this room isn’t for fucking.” You stood there watching as the man shoo’d the couple out the room, he was a smaller gentleman, no way was he a bouncer he had to be a good 5’8 with some muscles but no where near as much as the guys standing outside. He had on a black t-shirt with black jeans and converses and his hair was longer, his split bangs covered his eyes a bit and when he turned back to you, you realized this guy was gorgeous.

“Hello, ma’am? Can you hear me?”

You realized you zoned out again because you could hear him talking to you.

“Are you okay lady? Do you need me to call someone?”

“Oh, um no sorry I just came here to cool off a bit but if I’m not allowed then it’s fine.”

“Nah it’s cool, you aren’t in here trying to fuck someone so you can stay, I’m about to take my break in here so come in, close the door and lock it.”

You nodded your head then closed the door behind you and twisted the lock on the handle. You took a seat on the sectional couch, and he sat on the one across from you, then took out a small bag from his pocket, you realized it was weed and chose not to care about it. You sighed heavily to release the tension in your body then closed your eyes and dropped your head back on the wall. While the man was rolling, he couldn’t help but notice the obvious tension in the room coming from you.

“Uh… you alright lady?”

You opened you eyes but didn’t make contact at all, you were dazed and confused about your feelings and what better way to feel better then to unload on some poor unexpecting Stanger.

“Yeah, I came out with my friends tonight and they invited my college ex that made me feel horrible about myself, but I can’t be mad at them because they don’t know about all the shitty things, he has said to me so now I’m stuck in a club with him.” Amid your rambling, you didn’t notice the man lighting his blunt and coming to sit next to you, he offered it to you, and you declined.

“Well mad at them or not that still sucks, sorry you’re going through that.”

“It’s fine nothing to do now but wait here till I die I guess.”

“Well, no, you could always tell your friends what he did I’m sure they would get why you don’t wanna hang with him.”

“Yeah, but my best friend dates my ex’s brother, so it’ll get messy, and I don’t want to come between them.”

He took another hit of his blunt and inhaled deeply.

“Fuuuck that sucks, yeah I don’t know what you could do lady.”

“Y/N, that’s my name, nice to meet you.”

You stuck your hand out to shake his and he grabbed you hand and kissed the back of it.

“Wooyoung, and the pleasure is all mine.”

“So, Y/N tell me more about this ex, seems like you never got to tell anyone about it, and you need someone to be on your side.”

“I don’t want to bore you.”

“You won’t, it would be a good reason to not go back to work.”

So, you did, you told Wooyoung, the random man you met in a private room at a club everything about you and Seonghwa, every detail and argument, and he listen as he finished smoking.

“God damn you’re right, that guy fucking sucks, I’m sorry you went through that, seriously.”

“Thank you, you were right it does feel better to finally tell someone everything.”

“I’m surprised hot girls like you have to deal with nightmares like that, it’s insane that he made you feel like you weren’t pretty and that you should cover your body.”

Your face got hot again, and you got a bit shy, something felt kind of good about this man agreeing with you, he continued.

“If you were my girl, I’d let you flaunt all of that shit, showing off that nice ass body you have, it would make me want you more knowing that other guys want you and can’t have you.”

That’s when it returned, the thumping, this incredibly sexy man was giving you the validation that Seonghwa didn’t for years, now you weren’t the type to seek male validation but Wooyoung sitting there looking like that and just giving it too you, you couldn’t help but admit it made you hot. You crossed your leg over the other one to give yourself a bit of friction to try to calm down then continued the conversation.

“Really?”

“Hell yeah, I think you’re sexy as hell so for him to try to dismiss you like that is kinda insane. If I were him, I’d say fuck Europe or do the long-distance thing just to keep you.”

“Wow, that’s actually really nice, thank you.”

“Yeah, no problem, the next guy to get you is gonna be lucky as hell.”

“Yeah, if that happens, I can’t even find a guy to fuck me good, let alone one that will date me and make me happy.”

He looked over at you with a confused look.

“Wait this whole time you haven’t even been having sex or anything.”

“Well, I had sex with 1 guy twice but that was 2 years ago.”

Wooyoung dramatically face palmed then slid his hand down his face.

“That’s insane as hell, sorry if I’m overstepping but again if you were mine, I’d be fucking you from sunup to sundown.”

Your stomach dropped again, and the thumping got more intense in your core, you were use to guys saying they would fuck you, but this felt different. Maybe it was because he was high, but Wooyoung decided to continue.

“You’d be bent over any surface I could find and when I wasn’t fucking you, I’d be treating you like how you deserve to be treated, so don’t expect anything else but what one man won’t do another is willing too.”

He finished his statement and placed his hand on your thigh, and something snapped in you, you felt like you needed this stranger, he had this effect on you that went straight to your heated core. You two finally made eye contact and you could feel the lust in his gaze, he wanted you as bad as you wanted him. You lunged forward and connected your lips with his, you lip gloss immediately spreading to his lips. He moved his hand from your thigh to your hips and gripped it gently. You two moved your head according to each other’s motions, the kiss was quickly elevated to a French kiss as you made the move to push your tongue into his mouth. You could taste the smoke that was in his mouth, and he could taste the faint taste of alcohol on yours, you both were coherent but lost in the lust you had for each other. He moved his other hand to your other hip and pulled you into his lap to straddle him, you had one leg on each side and the kiss continued. You both pulled back for air and breathed heavily.

“Are you sure you want this?”

“Yes, please take me.”

“Yes ma’am.”

He pulled the straps of your dress down, though you had rather larger breast you opted to not wear a bra that tonight, so the straps won’t show. Wooyoung continued to pull your dress down until your two mounts of flesh plopped out.

“They are so pretty Y/N.” he grabbed both, he had a boob in each hand and brushed his thumbs over your hard brown nipples, he put his soft lips onto your left nipple and sucked it lightly with his eyes closed. You dropped you head back and moaned lightly.

“How could he not appreciate these pretty boobs; I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off of them.”

His praises about your body made you start to grind your hips down on him slowly. You could feel his semi-hard dick rubbing against your clothed cunt. He continued to suck your breast and flick his tongue on them. Your phone started to ring, and you looked over and saw it was Rina. You didn’t even realize you had been in this room for an hour, your friend group got back to the section to get ready to leave and noticed you weren’t there. You reached over to grab it, but Wooyoung continued to suck on your nipples like his life depended on it. You finally grabbed it and answered the call, you suppressed your moans and tried to sound like you weren’t currently dry humping a stranger in a room with his mouth on your breast.

“H-hey, what’s up?”

“Girl where did you go? The club is closing soon and everyone is getting ready to go.”

You bit your lip as Wooyoung continued to assault your breast, he removed one of his hands and went under your dress to rub your clothed pussy, the wetness had completely soaked through.

“I’m -ah- in the bathroom, I’ll be done soon.”

Rina was confused by your strange tone but continued the conversation. You moved your free hand to the back of Wooyoungs head and gripped his hair.

“Have you seen Seonghwa? We can’t find him either and he isn’t answering his phone.”

“No, I haven’t, um I’ll meet you over in the section soon.” You abruptly hung up and tossed your phone to the side.

“Aww, gotta leave me so soon pretty girl?”

He hooked his fingers into your panties, and you looked at him.

“W-we don’t have enough time…”

“Don’t worry pretty, all I need is 2 minutes.”

He laid you down on the couch and slid your panties off, he got on top of you and kissed you deeply, you thought he was going to try to fuck you quickly but instead you felt one of his fingers slide into your wet hole. You jolted and moaned into his mouth, and he leaned up, kneeling in front of your bent spread apart legs. He bit his lip and slid in another finger; you covered your mouth to suppress your moans.

“Mm don’t worry pretty, you can moan all you want in here, no one can hear us over the music, so let me hear that sexy voice.”

He glided his fingers in and out of you at a slow pace your back arched, he was going slow, yet it felt like your brain was being rewired, your pussy started to contract around his digits you already felt your orgasm on the fast track.

“Ah Wooyoung, I’m going to cum please.”

“My name sounds so good coming out of your lips baby, keep saying it.”

He started to jackhammer his fingers deeper and faster into your cunt and you gripped his veiny forearm, digging your nails into him. He knew the sting of your nails was a sign that he was hitting just the right spot. You started to say his name more and more, begging him to make you cum right there on that couch, his pace grew faster, your eyes started to roll to the back of your head, you saw white as your orgasm washed over you. You were moaning and cursing as he continued to pump his fingers into you as you came down from your high. A knock on the door brought you back to reality.

“Woo, the boss is looking for you bro, are you there?”

“Yeah, I’m coming.”

He slowly slid his fingers out of you and slid them into his mouth, sucking all your nectar from them.

“Damn baby you taste as good as you look, hopefully I’ll see you again Y/N.” He got up and grabbed the rest of his weed and got something off the floor and stuffed it into his pocket, he winked at you before leaving out the door. You got up and tried to get your footing, while you were fixing your hair and getting your phone you got another text from Rina and that’s when you realized you had to go. You left the room and met back up with your friend, she was there in the section alone with Hongjoong.

“Ah, there’s the missing person.” Hongjoong said in a sarcastic voice when he realized you had walked up.

“Y/N! Are you okay, I was a little scared when you didn’t reply to my messages.”

“Sorry, I was in the bathroom, one of the drinks I had made me feel a little sick.”

Rina got up and walked to you to place her hand on your back.

“Oh no Y/N, well let’s get you home so you can get some rest, okay? Baby I’ll meet you at home.”

Hongjoong nodded and stood up to leave the section, before he left, he turned to you to ask again.

“And you’re sure you weren’t with Seonghwa?”

“No. I wasn’t”

You rolled your eyes and the three of you left the club and went your separate ways. While in the car with Rina you stared out the window and watched as the buildings passed, you were thinking about what you and Wooyoung did, but you were mostly thinking about his words, for years you somewhat blamed your self for you and Seonghwas break up and often time regretted it but now you thought about how maybe Seonghwa really didn’t deserve you.

“What’s on your mind Eggy?”

You had 2 options here, lie and act like tonight never happened or tell the truth and remember the night forever.

“Nothing, I’m just tired is all.” You said switching your position because you realized Wooyoung had taken your panties.

You couldn’t bring yourself to tell your best friend that you let a complete stranger give you the best orgasm you’ve had in years. She pulled into your driveway, and you offered to let her spend the night, but she declined saying how she was excited to get back home to Hongjoong because he wanted to rip that dress she had on right off her body. You smiled at your happy and in love best friend and waved her off. You walked into your house and set the alarm while Mister followed you around panting and happy to see you. You showered and cleaned the makeup off your face, you put on one of your night dresses and laid in bed, as you were drifting off to sleep you realized something, the thumping was gone, and you were able to get a good night of rest.

….

You let Sunday brush past as doing nothing but working out and reading, then Monday rolled around. Time to get back to your usual routine, the moment you felt with Wooyoung in that room was the most you had felt in a long time, but it was time to get your head out of the clouds and get back to your day to day. Once you walked down the stairs wearing your usual skirt, stockings, button down and blazer you heard the knock on the door, you knew it would be Jonathan there to introduce you to his nephew. You opened the door and your stomach dropped; Jonathan was standing there greeting you with his warm smile with his nephew standing directly behind him on the side. You expected his nephew to be some random younger guy but no, it was none other then him, it could have been anyone else, but it wasn’t, it was Wooyoung. You both stared at each other, and it was a moment of silence.

“Ms. Y/N, this is my nephew Wooyoung, he’ll be taking over for me for a while, thank you so much for the opportunity. Wooyoung introduce yourself.”

Wooyoung smiled slyly, like a fox, his handsome face made you want to melt.

“I’m Wooyoung, I’m 25, thank you for the job.”

This was going to be one hell of a temp job.

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[anantaru]

hi!

thank you for the amazing kinktober so far, you're so consistent it's amazing! i know a lot of writers struggle during kinktober as maybe they run out of motivation or time but you've been doing really well! keep it up 💗

you have great talent and super detailed writing, which i love. however, there's some things i would like for you to think about in your future writing. this is purely constructive feedback as both a writer and a reader myself!

during many of your kinktober one shots, i felt difficulty keeping up with what i was reading due to the language you are using. i understand if english isn't your first language and it's not even about grammar or anything like that, i just find a lot of your sentences confusing.

my confusion mainly comes from the incredibly long sentences and punctuation in odd spots – let's take the wrio & neuvilette threesome as an example. the first paragraph is just one sentence. this makes it really hard to read – a good rule of thumb would be to have one idea in one sentence. the longer the sentence, the more likely you are to lose the reader halfway through because the sentence is difficult to process. using shorter sentences will also help you with the use of commas, which should act almost as like a reading pause. the flow of your stories often gets interrupted with a comma in a spot where, when reading, you wouldn't naturally pause. 

but really, i think your stories will get exponentially better if you just shorten your sentences. so instead of:

"you do realize, dear iudex." wriothesley suddenly speaks out, a masculine voice entering your system as he stops in midst his slurred sentencing, secretly wanting to be the one who's rushing his shaft into you instead because— you can feel it then, immediately notice that the man fully needed you on his own, carnally, couldn't help himself but desire you, lasciviously."

this would be easier to comprehend, whilst still having the same meaning:

"you do realize, dear iudex," wriothesley suddenly speaks out. a masculine voice entering your system as he stops in midst his slurred sentencing, secretly wanting to be the one who's rushing his shaft into you instead. because– you can feel it then, immediately notice that the man fully needed you on his own, carnally and couldn't help himself but to desire you, lasciviously."

now again, these are just my opinions and you don't need to change anything unless you want to! just wanted to give some feedback and tips for growth 💕

genuine question, but why? where did you read that i would love to get a crash course on punctuation and grammar? genuinely, why?

i don't even know what to say. you start this with flattering me, then saying you get it and it's okay my first language is not english and it's not even about my grammar, but then you decipher my entire grammar down below "for growth" 😟 what growth, my love this is fan fiction, i'm literally just writing for fun. like what did you genuinely expect me to say back? "omg thanks! sorry for having french as my mothertongue and not english 😟" + the way i write is, bingo, the way i write. i will not change it, i‘m just writing for myself and do not need feedback for "growth" the last thing i care about on here is followers and growth, wtf is even growth bye, it does not matter to me and never will. i just have fun writing on this platform and talking to my readers. this is so crazy to me, just imagine what you could've done with your precious time instead of typing this out to me.

[elaho]

Stardew Valley MBTI x Enneagram: Sebastian

Following my previous posts about the Stardew marriage candidates and their MBTI types, I've been learning more about Enneagram, how it pairs with MBTI, and how it changes some of the typical characteristics of each type.

The Enneagram and MBTI complement each other wonderfully, providing greater depth and understanding of how a person interacts with the world [Cognitive Functions] and their motivations why [Core Desire/Core Fear].

Here are my thoughts on Sebastian's MBTI and Enneagram.

Sebastian - INTP 5w4: “The Iconoclast”

“INTP 5w4 are very sufficient people. They pride themselves on being competent and self-sufficient. They strive to achieve this by gathering as much knowledge as they can. Thus, INTP 5w4 tries to avoid relying too much on others for anything. They are on a constant quest to discover as much as they can from the world and their various projects.” – Personality Hunt

Sebastian’s Core Desire: To be self-sufficient and significant

The core desire of the INTP 5w4 is to be self-sufficient. They want to stand out and be recognized for what they know and can do. Gaining knowledge and expertise is one way they do this, but they also want to be seen as unique and one-of-a-kind.

While Sebastian's core desire might not be obvious at first glance, after he gets to know the farmer a bit more, he starts to open up and share more intimate details about himself, albeit subtly. Apart from his dialogue, his chilly demeanour towards the farmer [at first] and his reluctance to attend community festivals indicate his desire for independence and individuality.

"If I just disappeared would it really matter?"

“I've always felt like an underdog. But the challenge will just make me stronger.”

“Once I've saved up enough money, I'm going to head out on my own... to the city and beyond. Just me and my bike.”

“I often felt unappreciated back home... but here I feel like I really belong. Thanks for making me feel welcome, Farmer.”

Sebastian’s Core Fear: Becoming incompetent [and needing to rely on others]

The core fear of the INTP 5w4 is becoming incompetent. They want to maintain their independence and live life on their own terms. They dread having their autonomy or identity taken away by depending on other people or systems for their needs.

For the same reasons why he doesn't share his core desire outright, Sebastian has difficulty sharing his weaknesses for fear of being seen as incompetent. However, once he feels safe sharing, we see him slowly reveal his fear of becoming dependent.

“You know, if I'd gone to college I'd probably be making six figures right now... but I just don't want to be part of that corporate rat race, you know?”

"Why ruin the potluck? Hmm… I guess some people feel liberated when the rigid structures of society break down a little. Maybe I'm weird."

“I wonder what's for dinner tonight... *grumble*” “I should learn how to cook. That would be useful.”

“I don't want to get soft now that I'm a married guy. Maybe I should start eating more hot pepper and working out? Just an idea...”

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How Enneagram 5w4 changes typical INTP behaviour:

New Strengths

1. Interest in Art or Music

Because of their 4 wing, INTP 5w4s might be interested in art or music. However, whether it's a major passion for them or just a side hobby will depend on the strength of their wing.

We certainly see Sebastian's interest in music with his synthesizer skills; however, we also see art among his other niche hobbies, such as reading fiction, creating interesting snowmen, and even carving daggers out of obsidian.

Examples:

"I built a snowgoon but Demetrius made me get rid of it.” “Hey, me too. There's nothing like a good fiction to push the boundaries of the imagination.” “The show went well. I was kind of nervous beforehand, but once we went up on stage I just kinda got into the zone.”

“Is that obsidian? This is exactly what I've been looking for... I'm gonna see if I can shape it into a dagger.”

2. More Sensitive

Depending on the strength of their wing, INTP 5w4s might also have a sensitive side. This doesn't just apply to emotions, but a sensitivity to the environment and the 'vibes' it gives off. Thanks to their 4 wing, INTP 5w4s will likely have a more developed inferior function [Extroverted Feeling - Fe]; however, they will almost always put logic first.

Examples:

"Don't make fun of me... but I've never really had a girlfriend before.”

“Hey... It's been a year since we started dating, remember? It's been the best year of my life...”

“Demetrius has been all wound up because of [Maru’s] wedding, it's been pretty tense around the house.”

“My mom's freaking out, but I'm actually kind of enjoying this…I'm gonna stay here to try and keep her calm, though.”

“I come here for the peace and quiet.”

“I like winter but I do feel bad for all the cold animals out there. I guess they're used to it, though... like me.”

3. More Inclined to Learn on Their Own

Both type 5s and INTPs are passionate about learning, making the combination of both types make INTP 5w4s even more likely to dive into things independently and make tremendous progress. In fact, many self-taught professionals who have made major strides in their careers have been INTP 5w4s.

This is because type 5 wants to be self-sufficient and type 4 wants to be independent, meaning most 5w4s prefer to learn and obtain new information independently and without needing external initiative.

Examples:

"What are you trying to say... I need to work out? Well, I'm more of a 'nimble' guy... Maybe I'll read the first half.”

“I did some work on the laptop today. I was actually brainstorming some ideas for a game I want to make. With your farming income, I can afford to do what I want with my life. It's pretty amazing. Thank you.”

"I do freelance work as a programmer."

“*yawn*... I was up until 3 reading this new book...”

4. Outward Show of Affection

INTPs aren't the most natural or comfortable at outwardly expressing affection. Expressing affection or emotion can be challenging and awkward for INTPs due to Extroverted Feeling [Fe] being the lowest in their function stack. However, because their Fe is slightly more developed due to their wing, INTP 5w4s will be slightly better at it.

Sometimes this can take the form of writing or poetry, but regardless of the method, the partners of INTP 5w4s will certainly receive more outward expressions of love and affection.

Examples:

"Hey, another rainy day... perfect. You look cold... here, come closer.”

“Hey. Look at me. Never forget that I love you... you're everything to me. Now go make us some money.”

“Hey... come here. You look great today.”

5. More Isolated

INTP 5w4s are very introverted, even more so than 5w6s. Because of this, they tend to self-isolate frequently and require much more time alone than typical introverts. Because their minds are running at top speed 24/7, they need extra time to spend on their hobbies or interests or simply be alone to decompress.

Without sufficient alone time, they can become stressed, overwhelmed, or worst-case scenario, suffer a mental breakdown. This doesn't mean they don't need or want relationships, however. It simply means their introversion typically requires them to spend more time alone than with others.

Examples:

"I'm glad the path to the railroad tracks is open again. I like going up there when I feel like being alone...Which is often.”

"Why don't you tell me about your day when we're in bed tonight? I'm kind of busy right now..."

“You don't ever have to worry about me. I like to spend a lot of time alone.”

“The older I get, the less I'm drawn to the city. It had a certain mystique to it, once. But it turns out that was just a romantic fantasy. The city's so busy, so full of people... I don't belong there. I'm a loner.”

“I couldn't sleep last night so I went for a night ride on the motorcycle. I need to stay independent, even though we're married. That's just how I am. I still love you, though.”

New Weaknesses

1. More Detached

If INTP 5w4s don't find the right balance of alone and social time, they can quickly spiral from needing alone time to discarding their relationships entirely. This will ultimately cause harm to both the INTP 5w4 and those who care about them, sometimes causing irreparable damage.

On the other hand, sometimes INTP 5w4s can get so caught up in hobbies or intellectual pursuits that they forget to take care of practical things - like eating or doing laundry. While typical INTPs often struggle to meet their practical needs, INTP 5w4s increased tendency to detach makes this even worse.

Examples:

"I don't really need friends. You're the only person I need in my life. Is that weird? I guess I'm not like most people."

"When I take walks I do my best to avoid everyone. I hate being pressured into small talk."

“If you need to go see your friends in town, go ahead. I like being alone, anyways.”

"Sorry, I didn't make any dinner. We might have a frozen pizza in the fridge or something. I dunno, my mind was elsewhere. It's hard to remember to do chores...”

2. Extremely Stubborn

"INTP 5w4s will be a lot more stubborn than typical INTPs. 5w4s brings with it some core values that they live by.

Thus, INTP 5w4 will hold on to those values and resist any attempt to sway them. While this makes them less likely to be people-pleasers, it can also hold them back in many ways.

It might also make them believe that their point of view is always the right one." - Personality Hunt

Examples:

"Ugh... Tomorrow is the worst festival of the year by a mile. Just wait and see how stupid I look during the flower dance.”

“Oh... tomorrow's the flower dance, isn't it? Do we have to go? I hate wearing that ridiculous tight jumpsuit. Why does Lewis make us do this?”

[At the Flower Dance] “Ugh...” [At the Flower Dance] “I didn't come here by choice.”

[At the Flower Dance, Married] “Maybe we can sit this one out, since we’re old married people now?”

[At the Flower Dance, Married] “You're the only reason I came all the way out here...”

3. More Subjective

INTPs are typically rational people, but because of their wing, INTP 5w4s will look at things more subjectively than usual. Depending on the strength of their 4 wing, they may hold on to certain sentiments or ideas even after they've been proven wrong.

Sebastian seems to hold negative sentiments about living in Pelican Town; however, after befriending the farmer, he starts to see things from a different perspective, allowing him to start changing his mind about living long-term in Stardew Valley.

Examples:

"Out of all the places you could live, you chose Pelican Town?”

“You probably prefer the small-town life, huh?”

"Well, I'm trying to save up so I can move out of here. Probably to the city or something.”

“The city used to draw me in... but now I'm finding myself happier at home in the valley.”

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INTP 5w4s as Melancholics

"The melancholy temperament is often a perfect fit for the INTP 5w4 because of their similarities. Melancholics are often described as intense, smart, and a bit pessimistic. INTP 5w4s are intense people. This is down to their analytical tendencies. The presence of their wing also makes them emotionally intense. However, this is suppressed." –Personality Hunt

Examples:

"I was thinking... people are like stones skipping over the water. Eventually we're going to sink."

“I dunno where I'd be without you... probably in a ditch somewhere.”

“Why does everyone like Maru so much? Sure, she's smart and friendly, but don't they realize it's all just an attention-grabbing scam.”

“What's the point of going outside? I've already seen it all.”

“I was *this* close to moping in bed the entire day. Kinda wish I had, now.”

“Nothing surprises me anymore... nothing makes me laugh. Yeah, I know... I'm being a little dramatic.”

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Conclusion

Sebastian is an interesting character to analyze. His loner attitude and self-isolating tendencies were challenging for me to decipher. Was he just being this way to be 'edgy', to 'stand apart' from the crowd, or was his behaviour part of his core personality? After looking through the game events and all his pre- and post-marriage dialogue, I believe both sentiments are true.

Sebastian's Enneagram type 5 desire for self-sufficiency, his wing 4 desire for individuality, and his MBTI cognitive strengths as an INTP, all explain why he acts the way he does - at least, in part. His transformation in-game isn't as dramatic as someone like Shane; however, we see him open up more and start finding his place in the world - away from that dark, windowless basement and toxic birth family.

With support from the farmer, he becomes a more positive, more devoted and affectionate partner, who, paradoxically, starts asserting true independence [such as quitting smoking] without abandoning the connections that matter to him most.

Do you agree that Sebastian is an INTP 5w4? If not, what type do you think he is? Let me know your thoughts in the comments :)

--------------------------------------------------------------------- References:

Personality Hunt: INTP 5w4 - The Complete Guide

[villainintern]

hey, guess who's back!!

HAPPY NEW YEARRRR

incoming bugs nowwww she starts backing up, suitcase dragging tightly next to her. "Maybe I'd genuinely like to know."

You start to notice that something isn't right when you approach the suitcase's corpse, shoving the agent aside by her shoulder. You're expecting to see cracked vials of genetic material, crushed electrical equipment, reams and reams of paper cataloging a genetic sequence, maybe. Instead you see the sleeve of a sweater and a burst tube of leaking toothpaste. There's a few pairs of boxers strewn in the road, little personal odds and ends littered around. 

Oh, this moment makes me feel so bad for her. Sorry for being an asshole, will continue to be a villain and a pain in your ass tho <3

The OverSight agent is apologizing to the sedan's driver, scurrying around to gather up her stuff. she tips the suitcase's lid over with her foot, piling items in hurriedly, sloppily. 

Giving her a quiet confirmation, you turn your focus back to R.. She's still facing you, suitcase slack in her hands, cautiously waiting for a response. Is this intentional? Even after reading it again I’m not sure 

Actually checking the code it does not seem to be? 

Giving her a quiet confirmation, you turn your focus back to $!{R_name}. $!{R_heshe}@{R_plural 're|'s} still facing you, suitcase slack in ${R_hisher} hands, cautiously waiting for a response. FEEDBACK SECTION Reney is such a cutie tho, she's def my fav from the demo rn. I've been wondering if we don't become a super hero can we not romance her? ALSO ALSO, I love how you did the new fight system. It's so much better than the old one, because it was annoying when you wanted to do something but couldn't because you didn't choose the right genome/parts. This system feels more fair imo. I enjoyed so much the comments about our powers/enhancements. It really makes each character we play as feel unique and totally different. I was surprised how much attention to detail you had when it comes to our powers. Of course, if I'm bored and see a fast food I'd want to look at what people ordered using my supervision. There are many little moments like that which add up and make the game a much better experience. It signals to a player that our choices actually matter and do impact the story, which is something that doesn't happen as often as it should in interactive fiction. Even though this is just the demo, I see a lot of potential. More general life stuff, Good luck with your internship this year. Try not to overwork yourself and remember to take rests. We can wait for updates. I hope 2025 will be a good year to you! and if you do ever open up beta applications i'll be the first to apply LOL

HAPPY NEW YEARSS WAHOO🎉 (I say seven days after the holiday)

Capitalization errors fixed! And I FINALLY found the discrepancy in my code that was displaying Sullivan's name as the default "R." They are now actually Reid or Reney in text. Thx for bringing my attention to it 🤘🤘

On ur comments & feedback-

You can definitely romance Reney even if you stay a villain, I love that dynamic. Feel free to keep being mean to her. She'll get back at you soon enough.

I'm super pleased that the new fight system is working out!! Good to hear that the flavor and variation from the different powers still comes through. I'll be lengthening the first Sullivan fight and changing the optional prologue combat to fit the new form.

Cheers to the the well wishes, same to you!!! (>_<)> Thanks again 4 all the bug help. I'll probably move to a closed beta once I reach later chapters, in which case u will absolutely be welcome aboard.