#i actually quite like the pose i should color this later hehe

[humanstucks]

Yes hello I know our shared love is Vriska but I must give appreciation to my other fave who is also slightly just literally me: have you any recent Nepetas (eyes emoji)

INDEED!! Drew this as a warmup today and now I should hopefully move on to commissions hehe. but this, my friend, is a Nepeta on the house

[seodami]

Neon green | LYY

Genre: soulmate au, fluff, friends to lovers, some frustrated feelings,...

Warning: none (besides cursing like 2 times)

Word count: 4071 (oopsie hehe)

Pairing: Trainee!Liu Yangyang x reader

Note: I am so excited for participating in the ✨NCT secret Santa event✨ I want to thank the organizers @neoculturechristmas for preparing such a cool collaboration! It is such a nice idea and I am really excited to read all the other stories. I really tried making it a bit winter themed in the beginning but oh well I think i failed haha. But if you squint ITS THERE I SWEAR :)) So this one is for you @theleemark :) I really hope you like it! Merry Christmas ✨

“Yangyang stop it!” You laughed while running away from the boy, who currently was chasing you like a maniac through the park. His arms were loaded with dozens of big white snowballs just ready to be thrown at you.

Your feet felt like they were sinking even further into the deep snow layer on the ground with each step you took. It was impossible to avoid your best friend any longer. And before you could complain further, the ice cold snow ball hit you right on your already pink cheek.

You let out a loud scream, not being able to move. The prickling pain of the cold snow overwhelming your senses.

Yangyang however couldn’t stop laughing looking at your face. Running the last few meters to you to catch up, he tackled you down into a hug, which unfortunately ended with both of you laying in the deep snow. Your jeans were soaking wet at this point. An icy feeling shuttered down your spine.

“Yangyaanggg...god I hate you.” You fumed frustratedly, hitting your best friends chest. “Get off me! You are heavy...” your weak arms tried to lift the boy above you up but bitterly failed.

Yangyang giggled into your neck, standing up by himself while helping you up as well. “Hey I’m not heavy. More like heavenly, don’t you think?” He wiggled his eyebrows teasingly with his usual smile as he posed like a supermodel.

As hard as you tried to keep pouting and stay angry at him, you couldn’t stop the laugh from bubbling up behind your hands. A grin immediately made its way onto his face. “Isn’t snow so dope? Like you can literally do anything you want. It’s like a movie.” He babbled excitedly.

You couldn’t help but secretly admire his beauty once again. Lately you’ve been catching yourself a lot staring mindlessly at him when he was busy. Even when it was just him pouring boiling water into a ramen cup. Maybe it was all the mushy lovey dovey Christmas romance content on Netflix you’ve been simping over the last month or just Yangyang himself but you were certainly sure, he definitely got more attractive in your eyes.

Still it was something you would never ever in your dreams confess to him or talk about. Especially since there wasn’t really any sign that you two were connected as soulmates. He was just...well...just your best friend. And you had to live with that.

You still remember the way you two became friends. It was a very fond memory of yours and little do you know, also for Yangyang. You both were in 5th grade back then, being the little Chinese kid who showed off his tiny German skills and the clumsy half Caucasian girl with braces. It was hilarious how well you two got along besides the differences.

You two were in the age were kids began to talk about soulmates and their soulmate connections. From writing on the arm to body switches or color blindness, everything was there. In school you briefly have learned about all the indicators and the bond itself, but you seemed to always be the odd one out. There had been no sign whatsoever. Nowhere on your body. Nothing. Niente.

It was frustrating at first. You found yourself way too often admiring older girls who already found their soulmate or had unique indicators. You were quite jealous of them back then.

But then you found out you weren’t the only person without a soulmate connection. There was Yangyang, who went through the exact same emotions as you did. Even if he didn’t want to admit it, he didn’t want to be lonely.

And that is how you two bonded immediately. After this, you were always together. You acted as if you were glued together, never leaving ones side. You felt safe around each other.

Adults always told you to wait and see. That yours would come sooner or later. But nothing. 9 years later and you and Yangyang still haven’t found your soulmate or anything related to soulmates. It still frustrated you at times but being the positive person you were, you just accepted it with the time.

From time to time a lot of people happened to mistaken you two for soulmates. It always made you think ‘what if’...

Your poor heart already had been through so much because of this boy. It wasn’t easy to ignore your small crush on him starting back in 7th grade. You were both growing and having loads of hormonal crises, so it was understandable at some point. But seeing that this crush hasn’t gotten any less since then, you were just totally lost.

‘Stop it y/n! He is not your soulmate! He is not...’

You snapped yourself out of your daydreams and staring as you found Yangyang smiling brightly at you. “Oh damn y/n, lately you’ve beeen really drifting off with your thoughts.” He noted as he slung one arm around your shoulder, walking with you towards your apartment, making sure to not forget your groceries at the side of the tree.

“I noticed...maybe I should just get some more sleep.” You mumbled in your sweater paws in order to warm up your freezing hands. The boy besides you let out an airy laugh while squeezing your shoulder affectionately. One habit he unconsciously took over, over time.

“Oh yes you should. Weren’t you like playing games up until 4 am last night? You sure you aren’t a zombie by now?” He joked looking over to you, you both nearly choking from air as your eyes met, making your hearts race a bit faster.

You nodded quickly focusing on the snow on the ground again. “I kinda suck. How do you sleep at 12 am already? You’re a wonder kid.”

He shrugged his shoulders, still watching you. “It’s in my genes to be a wonder kid.” His joke made you giggle slightly. Yangyang was as always Yangyang. And you found it incredibly charming. You could never deny that.

After the short walk from the snow covered park to your apartment with all of your hands filled with full grocery bags, you decided to bake some Christmas cookies before Yangyang had to head back to his shared apartment. Ever since he began training in SM entertainment as a trainee, he hadn’t that much time like he did before. But either way, you were incredibly proud of him and always happy to spend some quality time with him.

You were lucky that none of your roommates were home, visiting family over the holidays or hanging out with their partners.

It was probably the best that you were alone because you both made a whole mess in the kitchen. It was so much fun hanging out after a long time but it was a hell of a ride to clean it all up.

When the moon was already at its highest point and the night air got even fresher and chillier, Yangyang hugged you goodbye with butterflies dancing in his stomache. He would always treasure these moments with you and think about them again when he was so hardly trying to fall asleep. It was like his mind was full of you 24/7. Even if he tried staying focused on his tasks, it would most of the times end up with him thinking about your laugh and smile as you sat on the couch next to each other while making fun of the twilight characters.

He wanted to scream in his pillow how devestatingly in love he was with you at this point. You made him just so overly happy. He wanted to be near you so bad.

And people noticed. They noticed how Yangyang showed his deepest hidden personalities only to you. His playful and quirky side but also his soft and vulnerable. He simply could be himself around yourself. And you felt exactly the same. You would tell him even your deepest secrets. You knew he would keep them safe.

Yangyang was surprised to see his fellow roommates and friends still awake in the living room as he arrived home. Ten, Hendery and Lucas were all sprawled out on the couch, seemingly waiting for sleep to take over them. The flat was confusingly quiet despite the slight background noice of the TV.

“Hey guys I’m back! Why are you still awake?” It was silent for a short while before Hendery suddenly stood in front of him, making him jump by surprise.

The older boy watched him with a growing smirk and exciting twinkling eyes. “And? Did you tell her? Please say yes, we all stayed awake just to hear the news.”

Yangyang let out a sigh, he didn’t know he was holding and stripped out of his jacket. He knew this question would come but not this soon. “Just let me breathe for a second alright? I’m gonna tell you everything.”

Ten in the background let out an excited scream. “Yangyang! You did it? Ohh finally manning up and confessing...I see.” The teasing but excited tone in his voice was as clear as daylight.

“What? No... it’s not like that...” Yangyang tried to explain the situations to his friends as he walked inside heading towards the living room with Hendery behind him.

Groans came from all sides. “You didn’t?! Oh man I really thought you finally would. What are you afraid of?” The older boys words stung inside of the youngest. He shrugged his shoulders sitting besides Lucas on the couch, grabbing the nearest pillow.

“I don’t know. Like I really don’t know. She’s absolutely amazing and so stunning but...” he placed his head on the pillow with a deep sigh. “But...I feel like I’m just a coward. Just thinking about that we probably are not soulmates or never be an actual couple. It all sucks. I wish I could just tell her...”

All the boys were deep in their thoughts as they listened carefully to Yangyang sorrows and worries. They knew they needed to help the kid in some kind of way. This had been the fifth day he decided to confess but all the prior nights turned out to be a failure. He just wanted his heart to be opened by the one person he loves the most. But it felt like there was a thick layer of securing foam around it, just waiting to be ripped away. If it was just that easy...

“Hey...I know this might sound stupid but since you seem pretty lost...I might have an idea how it will be easier for you to overcome yourself.” Lucas suddenly interrupted his train of thoughts, smiling brightly at his roommates. “Oh lord...please don’t say something stupid.” Ten prayed next to him with his hand holding his forehead.

“Tell me more.”

And that was how the plan was born.

A bulletproof plan in Lucas and Henderys eyes.

And a totally stupid one in Ten’s opinion.

But Yangyang did it anyways.

Cause he was desperate, frustrated and so full of love, it was impossible for him to think 100% straight. And he did it only for you. With the intention of getting your attention in the fullest way.

It was dyeing your hair. In freaking neon green. Cause what’s a better way to show your feelings than dying your hair in your crushes favorite color?

A lot actually. But Hendery and Lucas were absolutely confident that it had something to do with the human psyche and the law of attraction or whatever they called it. Their belief: you will fall for him immediately by the time you see his hair.

The only problem with this was that this plan was obviously not thought through yet and that the only hair coloring product in this house that came the closest to your favorite color, which was green, was a bright neon green. Yuta brought it over once for Ten to dye his Neon green highlights. And Yuta indeed could pull it off.

But Yangyang began to regret ever listening to his older friends again. He looked ridiculous. Looking himself with a frown in the mirror of the bathroom at 3 am was definitely not how he imagined this day to end.

Lucas lightly joked that he at least looked somehow christmasy. But then on the other hand Hendery couldn’t stop laughing about his own joke that he found his list highlighter. It was a mess. Ten wouldn’t even want to look at his hair and when he did, all he could say was “I told you”. It was even more frustrating.

All he could do now was sleep and wish it all just had been a dream. He didn’t really had the urge anymore to show you his hair. All he wanted to do was think about you laughing and running in the snow earlier today. And he really nearly forgot his hair dilemma for the night.

You on the other hand decided to go to sleep earlier that night since you nearly hadn’t gotten any sleep at all because of your assignments for university. It was more than exhausting for you to stay up till morning to finish up all your projects. Yangyang had to force you to go to bed at the end of the day and you didn’t even complain with his soothing voice telling you stories, slowly tugging you to your dream world.

The next morning, you woke up groaning with a heavy headache. One look at your phone and you could see it was 6:30. With a long sigh you fell back into your comfortable pillows, scrolling through your phone. Why did you have to wake up that early again? Right...university.

After what seems definitely too short for your liking, you finally climbed out of your bed, trotting towards the bathroom. There was no sign whatsoever that the headache would just go away by itself.

But as soon as you looked at yourself in the mirror, you let out a deafening scream. Your heart was thrumming as fast as never before and your adrenaline was rushing through your whole body. You couldn’t find a way to properly breathe at that exact moment.

“Oh my god oh my god oh my god... please let this be a dream. Nonononono. Fuck.” You mumbled to yourself while your hands searched for support at the border of the sink.

Your eyes met in the mirror in front of you. Neon green eyes. Neon fucking green. That... that was not good.

There were so many questions in your mind all at once. But one thing was sure. You wouldn’t set a single step outside of this apartment. No one could ever see you like that. You looked like a monster. As you tried rubbing your eyes continuously or trying to find a contact lenses inside of them, you came to the conclusion that you were damned.

There were many possible explanations:

1. You somehow slept too less or have some sort of hallucination due to whatever.

2. Yangyang played a prank on you and is just waiting for you to call him.

3. You suddenly have gotten a really rare disease or disability over night.

Or the most likely one (except for Yangyang and his prank maybe)

4. You just found your soulmate connection.

Your eyes widen with realization and shock, as you came to the conclusion that this could be your possible soulmate indicator. You have learned so much about them in school and by yourself that you could easily tell what it was.

It was a rare connection. But it was possible. Having your soulmates hair color as your eye color. You were 80% sure that was the reason.

The other 20% you just thought about Yangyang. How he couldn’t be your soulmate. He would have told you that he was planning to dye his hair in NEON GREEN. What in the world was this even for a hair color?

You sat down on the floor to grasp your wilding thoughts and sort out your over rushing emotions. You couldn’t pinpoint why, but your thoughts drifted off to said boy every two seconds. It made no sense at all but your subconscious probably just wanted to tell you how stupid your feelings for the Chinese boy were. He still was your best friend of many many years. You knew this day would come. The day you would finally realize that you were no soulmates. Despite all your deepest wishes.

The whole situation was nearly ironic. Neon green eyes? That could only happen to you.

With wobbly legs you waddled over to your bedroom to pick up your phone. The blood from your hands nearly disappeared all at once and left your fingers cold as ice. You pressed Yangyangs caller ID without even thinking. You knew it was still very early and it was his free day but this was definitely an emergency.

Unconsciously you began biting your finger nails nervously, trying to think straight but failed. Everything was all over the place.

After the nth peeping tone, you could hear some dampened muffles on the other side. “Y/n? Why is- are you calling?” You heard the boys broken morning voice through the speaker, gently tugging on your heartstrings. Your heart wasn’t ready for this that early.

“Uhm...I ...well Yangyang? I kind of have a big problem and I cannot leave the house. Can you...if it isn’t too much trouble... I mean come over? I just- I really don’t know what to do...” you rambled on, not knowing what to say in a situation like that. He had to see it himself to understand. God that was awful.

More ruffling could be heard, followed by damp footsteps. “Oh...yeah sure. You sound really frustrated Y/n, is everything okay? Should I bring you something?” He questioned you with concern mirroring his voice. You shook your head, remembering he couldn’t see it.

“No it’s fine... I just need some really good advices. Its just weird. You will see when you come.” You explained to him, still biting your finger nails. “Alright I will be there in a bit. I’ll still bring you some chocolate tho, that’s always one solution.” Yangyang tried to lift up your seemingly worried mood, succeeding immediately and earning a chuckle from you.

“Thank you. You are the best. See you soon.” The line went dead and left you with a more comforting feeling than before. You were still sure everyone looking at you would scream out loud but at least Yangyang was there for you and could buy you contacts or whatever. You were always thankful to have someone like him in your life.

Not half an hour later, said boy rang the bell to your apartment. You prayed to god that none of your roommates got up because of the noice. You wouldn’t want anyone to see you like this... except for Yangyang.

In a hurry you put on a pair of sunglasses, you found on your dresser before running to the door to let him in. It wasn’t your intention to scare him away in the beginning, even though you know he would never.

The Chinese boy looked tired when you opened the door but you could still see the worry written on his face. He wore a black beanie and his long padded jacket. He looked absolutely adorable for you in that moment. But realization hit you when you couldn’t see any differences from yesterday. The heavy feeling immediately made its way to your heart. You felt horrible. You were right, he couldn’t be your soulmate. How stupid you were...

“Y/n what’s the problem? Why are you wearing sunglasses? Did you hurt your eye? Did someone hit you?!” Yangyang lowkey panicked. You dragged him inside, leaving him no time to remove most of his clothing items besides his dirty shoes.

You pulled him into your room exhaling deeply while pushing him gently on your bed to sit down. You stood in front of him still with your sunglasses on.

“I...I found out my soulmate indicator. I did right this morning.”

There was an indefinable silence in the air for a second. There was a slight drop in the boys facial expression. His heart ripped open like a bag of candy. Spilling all his content. “Wha-what...” was all he could mutter. His gaze drifting off to your feet, trying to get his thoughts straight.

“I don’t know I just...woke up like this...please don’t scream.” You scrambled nervously, taking off your sunglasses slowly and revealing your neon green eyes to him.

His mouth dropped immediately. With hammering heart and shaking hands he subconsciously reached for his beanie. If his emotions would ride the wildest rollercoaster, it would be this moment right now. Everything was all over the place but his heart lead it’s way.

Your big eyes fixated on the neon green mop of hair on top of Yangyangs head. It was hard not to forget how to breathe in that moment. “Yangyang...” you whispered softly, stepping closer and reaching for his hair, which was exact the same color as your eyes. “You...what?! Why didn’t you tell me? I was so... worried.”

He looked into your eyes, not finding fear or shock, no, there was happiness in them. Pure happiness, which surprised you immensely. There was a small smile on his lips. “Worried about what?” He reached for your hand. Emotions spilling over the top.

You sat down next to him, turning your body towards him. The blood was rushing so loud through your ears, it was hard to focus on your own thoughts. It was now or never y/n!

“About having someone else as a soulmate than... you. God it sounds so cheesy but it’s true.” You chuckled nervously wanting to chew on your nails but being stopped by Yangyang. His smile grew even bigger, letting it impossible for you not to smile.

He suddenly pulled you into a tight hug, giggling like a child. Your hands searching grip on his fluffy jacket. A warm feeling spread through your whole body. You felt wonderful. Like all sorts of sorrows and worries had been taken away from you. Immediately.

“I’m so so so happy Y/n... so happy.” He mumbled joyfully in your shoulder. He squeezed your body tight. “I wanted to confess to you. So many times. God I really fell hard for you and now I know why.”

He looked into your eyes once again, surpressing a laugh but still sending you heart eyes.

“I’m sorry but you really look ridiculous. I’m so sorry about that. I had no idea.” You nodded playfully glaring at him but still leaning closer into his touch, wanting to be even closer to him. It was a weird feeling. But everything just made sense to you now. Every single moment and feeling in the past. It was all because of your soulmate connection. You were soulmates all along and you never had a clue.

“Oh you better dye that hair back right now to black or you wait for neon pink eyes yourself.” You warned him playfully. “Even though you look like a Christmas tree... I mean it’s kinda cute.” You admitted playing with his hair in hope for him not to see your incoming blush.

Yangyang grinned to himself, unable to hold back his emotions as he saw your pinky cheeks from the compliment. He felt so giddy suddenly. “Hendery and Lucas were absolutely convinced that you would fall for me easier when I’d dye my hair in your favorite color. Unfortunately they only had neon green one left at this point in time. Please remind me to never trust them again. That was a horrible idea.”

Your heart swelled up by his words. “You did this because of me? Oh Yangyang...” your hand went to his arm. You would lie if you didn’t feel flattered in this moment. “You’re such an idiot... but a very very cute one.” You smiled at him in awe, “I appreciate it. But by all means please let us dye it back.” You both began to fall into a fit of laughter, unable to stop.

“Deal. This hair and your eyes should be banned from this country.” And with that you could proudly say that you finally found your soulmate. The person you were in love with all along. Your best friend and partner in crime. Liu Yangyang.

[magicdrabbles]

Isekai Lucio AU

This was done for @junkpilestuff and their awesome idea of Lucio waking up in our modern era world and I HAD. TO. JUMP. ON. THAT. Here’s the finished product. Warning: This is pretty long and it’s dialogue heavy but whatchya gonna do? Read under the cut~

A flash of red, burning pain throughout my body...my vision go black...then...

Darkness...swirling around in darkness...but I feel so...light. I’m...fading…my senses are mixed and...and...

…..

And what’s that horrible smell?!

Lucio’s eyes flash open and he jerks up with a heavy gasp, sweating. He squints away from the blinding light, settling himself down from whatever just happened.

It was probably just a weird dream...but why do I smell...whatever that is? Ugh! Dirt!

He opens his eyes, adjusting to the bright light and recoils his hand from the ground shaking away any residue that was on it. He scowls at the filth around him before finally getting up and wiping the dirt off his now grimy white suit. He looks up and his mouth drops. He’s standing in an alleyway next to a large trash can covered in graffiti, skyscrapers towering above, taller than his beloved palace. The unfamiliar sound of sirens and cars fills his ears and he quickly runs out the street. Everywhere, people everywhere.

Absolutely...FILTHY people! And why are they dressed so...bad?

The New Yorkers stare at him and his attire. It’s not completely unusual for the Big Apple to see weirdos like this. But his look is so...outlandish that many thought he might just actually dress like that. Lucio was twirling, back and forth, trying to take in his surroundings. The last thing he remembers before waking up here...Nadia. She killed me...that absolute BITCH! Lucio stomps down his heeled foot like a child. He growls, anger pulsing out of him like heat before he is almost bumped into the street by a burly man in a faded suit.

“Hey! Watch where you’re goin’ bub!” the man yells back at Lucio.

“YOU sir, were the one who hit me! How dare you! Do you know who I am?!”

“Not a clue,” the man laughs, “what a weirdo…” he chuckles to himself, disappearing into the crowd. Lucio huffs, and twirls to face whatever is before him. He scans the area, eyes falling on...what are those?

Large windows displaying colors and people lined up and down the buildings showing beautiful people just...staring and smiling, sometimes holding perfume or fine jewelry. Lucio stopped when he saw him. On the...I think I heard someone say...jumbotron, Lucio saw one of the most beautiful men he had ever seen, almost as beautiful as him. Hmph, I could beat that. If Nadia doesn’t want me in Vesuvia then I can be the best here. Everyone can love me, he thought immediately.

With his large golden claw, he grabs a passerby on the shoulder and turns them toward him.

“You! Who is that up there?” He points his fleshed hand up at the screens. A stunned young man, scrawny and red-eyed looks at the advertisement for Calvin Klein underwear.

“Uhhh I don’t know man...just some model dude?” He takes a sip of his soda he had been holding, not breaking his somewhat impressive eye contact with Lucio.

“A model? How do I do that?”

“Uhhhhh lots of dudes just get famous on Instagram really or like...make a youtube channel”

“A wha-youtube? Instagram? Quit being so obscure! And just tell me damn it!” Lucio grabs the guys shirt with both hands and shakes him a bit. “Okay okay! Jeez, my dude, I have a buddy who does photos for a living I can introduce you...but I don’t know if he’ll wanna take your picture since you’re such a...douche”

Lucio’s eyes widen, “A WHAT?”.

“Nevermind, just follow me” and the young pothead leads Lucio to his friend’s apartment.

“By the way, that’s a siiiiick arm, my man. You cosplayin’ someone or…”

“This is my arm and yes it is quite...sick? I’m assuming that’s good in this world” Lucio said matter of factly.

“Hehe...yeahhh...super sick”

“What is your name? It’s not that I care but I have no idea what to call you.”

“Ah it’s Jesse my liege,” he tips an imaginary hat at Lucio and do a little bow “and yours?”

“Count Lucio of Vesuvia. Grand ruler, military leader, excellent lover…” He smirks down at Jesse, running his claw through his blonde locks.

“Heh, schweet love the confidence, my man”

They continue down a few more blocks before they arrive at the apartment of Jesse’s friend. Jesse knocks a little tune on his friend's door before it cracks open just a smidge. His friend’s eye peers through the crack.

“What’s the password compadre?” Jesse’s friend asks ominously from behind the door.

“Lmao, the password is SUCK MY WEENUS! AAAAAYYYYY”

“AYYYYYY” they yell in unison. The door slams closed. Locks on the other side jangle as they fall off the door and unlock. The friend opens the door with large arms wide open.

“My dude, Dan, let me introduce THE Count Lucio”. Dan, the man behind the door, stares at Lucio and his grandeur.

“Yo, you’re mega hot not gonna lie” Dan praises. Lucio blushes for a split second before his signature smirk returns to his face.

“Ha! Of course, I am,” Lucio parades past Dan into his too small apartment. He lands, light as a feather onto the tattered and stained leather couch, “And that’s why I’m here dear Dan. YOU are going to have the privilege of photographing ME!” He extends his body seductively along the couch, leg raised straight up high and an over exaggerated pout on his lips. Dan raises a quizzical eyebrow and looks over at Jesse. Jesse, taking a drag of his vape (Where did he pull that from, Dan thought) just shrugs his shoulders and blows the vapor into his friend’s face.

“Dan, the man...you are the man and you take awesome photos. This dude wants to be a model and I thought ‘Well I’m bored and I bet Dan is up to nothing so why not?’ so now we’re here and I’m high and I’m vaping and you’re staring at me and that flamboyant weirdo is excited to model so, like, why not?”

There’s silence...Dan just slowly looking back and forth at his friend and then at Lucio. Lucio blows him a kiss and winks. With a sigh, Dan resigns to the requests.

“Fine. But only because I’m bored!” Lucio jumps up and claps his hands together.

“Excellent decision Dan! Now, what should I do? I should pose like some of my portraits maybe? Do you have a skull from an enemy I can hold? Maybe some fine jewels I can lavish myself in?”

“Uh no...but like, you can just take off your shirt. Ladies LOVE a shirtless dude.” He extends his fingers into small, pudgy finger guns and waves them at Lucio.

Lucio obeys immediately. It’s not every day people ask him to strip. He enjoys the attention. This is going to be FANTASTIC.

A while later, Dan and Jesse had set up the lights, the camera, and simple white background for Lucio to model in front of. Lucio had stripped down to just his pants, although Dan and Jesse had to stop him from going past that. After explaining he did NOT need a skull to stand on, and that most models just pout and pose fairly naturally, Lucio began to get into the groove of it all, displaying his muscles the best he could and giving the camera winks every now and then. Dan uploaded the photos to his Instagram after doing a bit of filtering and face tuning, and they waited for the responses to start flooding into the comments section. Lucio paced back and forth, his heeled boots click-clacking on the hardwood floor.

“What are we waiting for? Surely I should be on that big screen by now!”

“Ahh, that’s not how that works my dude…” Jesse explained flatly, not taking his eyes off the TV screen. Just as Lucio’s face turns red with impatience at these...fools... a high pitched “Ding!” resonates from Dan’s little device. And then another...and another and another...soon Dan is launching himself across the couch to silence his phone.

“Yooo what the fuck...you’re blowing up Lucio!” His eyes widen at the screen, his greasy finger scrolling through all the comments and likes on his photos. “Oh my god...GIGI HADID SAID SHE THINKS YOU’RE BEAUTIFUL!” Lucio waves his hand absently “Yes, yes I know I am. I don’t care who this Gugu is, am I FAMOUS now?”

Dan’s jaw drops. In his direct messages are requests for Lucio to model for big brands. Other models are asking who he is, designers are wondering how Dan discovered him.

“My dude, you’re gonna be famous” Lucio delivers a flashy smile to Jesse and Dan. Jesse goes in for a fist bump but Lucio slaps it away with his claw.

~

Months later, and Lucio is signed with some of the biggest modeling agencies in the world. He’s walking for Valentino, Gucci (his personal favorite), Prada, you name it, he’s modeled it. The extravagance he receives from his work is unmatched to that of Vesuvian riches; it’s BETTER. Fine clothes, drunken nights with the world’s most beautiful people, all the men and women he could dream of being with, everything! He has it all. He was even on the jumbotron. He hid his face from others, a single tear rolling down his cheek. He had made it. Lucio’s face and body were gracing every major advertisement medium- commercials, magazines, runways, even the sides of buses. One day, however, his lust for himself gets the best of him.

While walking down the busy city streets, paparazzi began flanking him.

“Lucio look over here!”

“No Lucio look here, look over here darling!” Lucio complied, striking pose after pose, strutting down the street. With a sexy smile and wink, he began to walk backward, arms up wide in pride. “Yes, New York! This is your COUNT your GOD! I AM THE BEST MODEL IN THE WORL-” 

A bus slams into him. 

A collective gasp from all the photographers is followed by silence, then by the flashing of lights and cameras. The bus, displaying Lucio’s own image, is the last thing the Count remembers seeing before blacking out.

Head pain...swimming in agony and...riches….darkness is creeping up again

Do I smell bath salts?

Lucio startles awake. He’s lying on a soft, luxurious bed, still dressed in his silk Gucci attire. A scream startles him and he looks to his side seeing a palace servant screech and run out of the room. Moments later, Nadia enters, her face at first shocked, then replaced with a scowl.

“You’re supposed to be dead Lucio, we were fixing you for a funeral. That was the least- actually-the most I could do for you” She crosses her arms, not at all pleased in the slightest. “And what are you wearing?” she asks coldly.

“It’s Gucci, bitch”.

[sunny-flower-spot]

"I don't think it sounds boring at all! I mean, I don't think I really have the attention span to pick up a book and read it cover to cover-- but the way you describe it sounds really pretty." She shook her head, opposing the other's idea that she found the topic, something Yuriko seemed rather passionate about, boring.

The golden eyed girl repeated the question she was given. "Why i like painting? Oh, well I..." dragging along the word for a bit, she erased a small bit, wiping the excess residue left behind off the canvas with a small pout before continuing.

"My father can be a tiny bit of a stone cold kinda guy..." that was putting it mildly. He was in fact quite cold and closed off from his daughter when she was younger. But she had always been one to sugarcoat and gloss over things.

"When i was 10 years old, for father's day I painted a little portrait of us together." She thought back to what her younger self had considered a masterpiece. A crude painting depicting her father and herself in front of their house featuring a lawn brimming with flowers and the signature sun in the top right corner most children would draw.

"I was so happy with it, I ran up to him when I was finished and showed it off. But he said stuff like, 'the anatomy is completely off.' And 'the colors all clash too much. You should have used a different combination.' I felt really bad. I wanted to make something nice for him, but he hated it." A downcast pout settled onto her face as she remembered the sadness she felt in that moment. But it soon dissapeared as she recalled the rest.

"A few years later on bring your kid to work day, I snuck off from the group because I wanted to see father. I found his examination room, but he was away." She let out a small giggle. Her father always forgot to lock doors. It was a bad habit she had most definitely picked up from him. "My painting was framed and displayed on his desk. Apparently, his clients found it really creepy, but he'd never put it away, hehe." She added, forgetting to add that her father worked as a doctor.

"I was soooo happy to see that. Ever since then, I've been trying to get better! So that one day, I could paint the two of us and he'll have no criticisms." Remembering her ultimate goal, she pressed a hand to her smock covered chest, though soon began to giggle as she realized something.

"Hehe, I rambled! Sorry about that! Um, I finished the sketch! Wanna see it?"

As she turned the canvas, she spoke, slightly shy and nervous about her model's opinion. "Keep in mind that its just a rough sketch, 'kay? So let me know if I missed any features. But actually, I kinda really like this one! Unlike my other stuff it doesn't look..." Creepy. She completed in her head. She decided not to voice it, worried she might jinx herself during the actual painting part of the process.

"I tried to replicate the forlorn 'n distressed yet calm face you were making, but I dunno if I did it justice." She let out a small sigh.

"You make an amazing model, Yuriko! You have such great control over your facial expressions!" She praised, completely mistaking Yuriko's nervousness for intentional posing.

Yuriko sneaked into the art classroom. She was pretty sure she had left the book she was reading there. At least that was the last place she hadn’t already checked. The school had ended yet there was someone else in the classroom; a girl Yuriko hadn’t seen before. “Umh… hello there,” she said. “I’m sorry to bother you. I’ve lost my book. I just check if it is here and then be on my way. You can… you can continue what you are doing…”

In the art classroom, rather uncharacteristically sat Sunny. Silent, focused and lone. She was wearing a smock, had her sleeves rolled up to her forearms and her braids were tied into a high bun all to protect from paint stains. Despite the effort, dots of purple paint sat on her nose.

Her lips were pursed as she eyed her work in progress, quietly mumbling to herself while checking for any mistakes. She was so fixed on her work that hearing someone greet her caused Sunny to flinch.

Peeking from over the large canvas settled on an easel, Sunny spotted the source of the sudden voice in the art classroom and smiled.

“No no! You’re not a bother at all! I haven’t really been able to make any good progress on this thing anyway, so don’t worry ‘bout it! Kay?” She tried to assure the stanger.

“But hey! If you’d like, I could help help you look for it! After I wash my hands, of course! Hehe.”

[firewarrior117]

The Witch and the Tambourine, Part 1

It sure has been awhile. I thinks it about time I get another story out there for you guys!

I’ll finish up unfulfilled contract when I have the chance, but for now, I’m going to start on a new one while I still got the idea in my head.

Fiona has had quite a few families as she’s gown up these past 14 years of her life. From an Orphanage that was burnt to the ground by White Reef militia, to an Aristocratic mage who used her as a test subject, to a family of Slavers who threatened to kill her if she didn’t bend to there will. However...There was one family, that actually felt like a family to her.

I’m not talking about the Infernus clan and Aki’s friends. This was a band of wanderers...who’s only desires were to sing, dance, and bring smiles upon the faces of the people of Vitaria. a band of caravaneers who were like no other troupe that performed across the lands. A troupe Fiona still holds dear to her heart to this day...

(Centurion’s Tower, Fiona’s room)

Vayle: *Comes into the room with a cardboard box* And you’re certain you’re okay with this, Fiona? I don’t want to donate something you might want to read later...

Fiona: *nods!* Don’t worry, lady Vayle! Mr. Bellator has doubles of a lot of these books in the tower library already! I’m sure there’s a lot of people in Vitaria who need these books more than I do.

Vayle: Heh...The Tower Library...Sounds like a room Akimoto should spend more time in...

Akimoto: Ah, shut up! *Places more boxes down* I’ve spent more than enough time in that room back in high school!

Vayle: Graduation shouldn’t stop you from furthering your education, Akimoto...Perhaps we should donate some of these books to YOU!

Akimoto: Sounds great! I’ll use em as kindling when Summer rolls around...*Picks up a book of beasts vol. 4* Anything like this you don’t want, Fiona?

Fiona: Yes, the book of beasts volumes can go! I’ve read all 10 volumes already!

Akimoto: Alright! *Places various random books and biographies within the box* How about spell books? Are those allowed to be donated?

Vayle: So long as they don’t fall into the wrong hands, they shouldn’t be a problem. 

Fiona: Oh! yeah! *point* The ones on that shelf are okay to go! I got all the important ones on the shelf by my bed!

Akimoto: Got it! *!* Huh...what the hell? *Picks up a tambourine that was stacked upon a small pile on top of the shelf, it makes a small jingle as Aki picks it up!*

Fiona: *Her eyes widen, turning to Akimoto in panic*...

Vayle: ...Oh? Is that a Tambourine?

Akimoto: Yeah. *Shakes it slightly as it jingles away* looks like something the Caravaneers play when they perfo-

Fiona: DON’T TOUCH THAT!! *Snatches it away, hugging it tightly*

*Aki and Vayle both stare at her in shock of her reaction!*

Fiona: ...*Blink* I...*Ahem!* S-sorry about that...Please don’t touch this Tambourine, it’s...It’s very important to me!

Vayle: It certainly must be, given your reaction. If I may ask, Where did you get it from?

Fiona: It’s a memento...Something to remember my old family by...A Family...Who loved me for who I was...Not for What I-...*Looks at her shackles*...Well...You know...

Akimoto: The Caravaneers, right?

Fiona: Mmhmm! They were the nicest, most joyful, upbeat, happy people I’ve ever met. They took me into there troupe with open arms! They didn’t care who I was, what I’ve done, or what power I had within! They welcomed me as one of them...They showed me so much love and joy. And they spread that joy to all of Vitaria through song and dance! *Jingles the Tambourine!* Through Rhythm, Dance, magic and talent, they always knew how to make others smile!

*Unintentionally Strikes a Caravaneer pose with a twirl and a smile as the Tambourine Jingles loudly!*

Vayle: Ahaha! *Claps!* seems some of that Rhythm rubbed off on you!

Akimoto: Heh...You might just give Krystal a run for her money with moves like that!

Fiona:...*Blink!*...O-oh! *Blushes!* Whoops! Force of habit! Ehehehehe! *Places the Tambourine in her Satchel* Well, that should about do it for the books! Where are we taking them?

Vayle: We’ll be dropping them off at the chapel in Speranza! That’s where the other nobles are collecting books as well.

Akimoto: Feh...just be careful they don’t force there preaching down your throat!

Vayle: *Raises Eyebrow at Akimoto* Not a fan of the Way of the lord, are we?

Akimoto: My family isn’t exactly on good terms with human gods...

Fiona: Still! We should at least do our part to help with there donations! There’s bound to be a lot of people who’d get better knowledge from these books then me!

(Speranza, Capital city)

Vayle: The chapel is in the noble district. We simply need to hand these books off to the guards assisting them, and they’ll handle the rest!

Akimoto: *Holding up the boxes, struggling due to there weight* grrr...hnng...Sheesh! How many books did you put in these boxes?

Vayle: Just a few fantasy novels and old Grimoires I didn’t require anymore!

Akimoto: It Feels like you put a whole shelf in these boxes! Hrrrk! *Lifts them up, keeping his balance!*

Vayle: Well, combined with Fiona’s Shelves and those Shelves of dusty old novels we found in the tower’s many abandoned rooms, I’d say it’s about the same amount you’d fill a shelf with! Wouldn’t you agree, Fiona...?*Blink*....*Looks around!* Fiona...?

Akimoto: *Blink* Oh great. Where’d she wander off to?

*The sounds of Jingling, Flutes, drums and other instruments suddenly fill the streets as cheering echoes with the music!*

Vayle: *Raises Eyebrow* What is that noise? Is there a Festival going on?

Akimoto: *points!* It’s coming from over there!

*Akimoto points to a brightly lit caravan of Drow performing for the people of Speranza as Villagers, Nobles, Guards, and Merchants cheer them on with delight!*

Vayle: Ah! There’s a troupe of Caravaneers in town! How lovely!

Akimoto: ...*!* Ah! There’s Fiona!

*Fiona stares with stars in her eyes as the Caravaneers perform!*

Fiona: Wow...

*The musician plays Songs of joy, bringing a soothing, mesmerizing tone to the ears of Speranza. two Male performers show off there juggling and sword techniques as they jump and swing away at the air with there Scimitars. The Females dance to the rhythm clad in long, colorful flowing skirts as they twirl and twist there bodies to the music, striking poses and winks to the audience!*

Fiona: Ehehehehe! *Claps! Almost dancing to the rhythm herself!* It’s so mesmerizing! So Nostalgic! *Suddenly, her laughing and clapping turn to joy as she too begins dancing to the rhythm of the caravaneers, attracting the attention of the audience!*

Vayle: *!* Oh my!

Akimoto: Wow...How the heck did she pick that up so fast?

Head Caravaneer: *!!!!* *Stares at Fiona in astonishment, his expression of shock turning into a large smile, impressed with her movements!*

*The other Caravaneers gaze in awe, clapping for her as the audience cheers her on!*

Fiona: *finishes her dance with several twirls, striking a pose, smiling as she stops exactly to the end of the music!*

Vayle: ...*Blink!*...Goodness...

Akimoto: Hehehe...I’ll be dammed! *Claps for her!*

*The Audience cheers and whistles, praising Fiona for her movements!*

Fiona:...Huh? O-OH! *Blushes!* Ehehehehe...T-Thank you! *Bowing courteously to the citizens cheering for her!* Thank you...Hehe...

Head Caravaneer: BRAVO! BRAVO! *Jumps down to her! Clapping intensely!* ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL, LASS! I haven’t seen anyone move like that in ages! You’re a Natural!

Fiona: I-it’s nothing! I didn’t mean to try and steel the show! the Rhythm just echoed in my head, and suddenly my body started to move to the music!

Vayle: Fiona, That was Beautiful! Absolutely Mesmerizing!

Akimoto: It Sure as hell gave the other performers a run for there money!

Head Caravaneer: Ha! I’d say! You’ve got a talent for performing, Lass! You could go far with skill such as that!

Fiona: R-Really? *Her face flushed red* T-thank you! That’s very kind of you to say, Sir...

Tulio: Ah! But where are my manners? *Bows to her!* I am called Tulio, if it pleases you! Wandering entertainer! Proud Father! Loving Husband! Leader of the Luminous Stars Caravan Troupe!

Fiona: My name is Fiona! It’s a pleasure to meet you! *Bows her head*

Tulio: Charmed, my dear! And what of your friends?

Vayle: Lady Vayle! Speranza Noble! *Curtsies to Tulio!*

Tulio: Aha! Yes! The creator of that “Soul Whisperer” Style my daughters love so much! *Returns the gesture!* Tis an honor, my lady!

Akimoto: Akimoto Infernus. I’m a Freelance Swordsman.

Tulio: A warrior of the Infernus clan, yeah? Most impressive! Well met, sir knight!

Akimoto: Woah! Woah! hold on there! I ain’t a knight, pal! I’m the exact opposite of a knight!

Vayle: It’s true. There isn’t an ounce of Chivalry in his bones...

Tulio: Ahaha! Never the less, it is a pleasure to meet you all.

Fiona: So, what brings your caravan here to Speranza, Tulio?

Tulio: We are entertainers, lass! It is as you saw! We’re here on a mission we share with all our Caravan Brothers and Sisters! To spread joy and happiness to all the people of Vitaria! And my family, my cousins, and I are here to do just that! *Gestures to them!* My son Valmiro and my Nephew Kaseem are our Sword Jugglers, they also duel with fire and martial arts!

*The boys pose with there blades, showing off to the others!*

Vayle: Ooooh! My, my! Those are some impressive muscles they have...~

Akimoto: *Rolls Eyes at Vayle*

Tulio: my Daughters Sarisa and Fareeha are our star dancers! There movements and styles are sure to catch anyone’s eye!

*The Two girls strike a pose, raising there skirts with one hand and there tambourines held to the sky with the other as they smile and wink to them, specifically Akimoto...*

Akimoto: *Blushes, turning his head away from them!* Grrrr...

Tulio: My Brother Miguel, His Wife Corina, and her brother Gerardo are our musicians! none of our shows would be entrancing without them!

*Miguel makes an intense face at them, playing his guitar hilariously as his wife laughs!*

Tulio: My Mother, Hilde, is our cook, as well as our alchemist and woodcutter!

Hilde: Heh...I may be old, but I still got plenty of strength in me! Hahahaha!

Akimoto: *Blink!* Good God, She’s like Gramps and Gran if they fused together...

Fiona: Wow! You have quite the family...

Tulio: And then there is my Beautiful wife, Rosalita! *Kisses his wife as she sits on the caravan!* She is our star dancer! She is the one who leads our daughters usually! Ah...But alas, during a performance at a little town in Despoire, she suffered a leg injury, and the doctors say she will need to wait a couple weeks before dancing again...As a result, while I feel our shows have been doing well...They lack a certain charm they usually possess! A fire that truly ignites the entire performance...

Fiona: Oh no! I’m so sorry to here that...

Tulio: However...That is before I saw YOU, lass! *cups her hands with a smile!* Never have I seen such passion and beauty in one’s movements! Your elegance almost rivaled that of an old friend of mine from long ago!

Fiona: ...Really?

Tulio: TRULY! You’re a natural with Rhythm, Fiona! Your passion! Your heart! Your grace! It ignites inspiration within my soul! And as such, I must ask you...Would you be willing to travel with us?

Fiona: *!!!* H-HUH?!

Vayle: Travel with you?

Tulio: Not for long, of course! I only ask until my wife’s injury recovers! We would truly be honored to have you dance with us, lass! You’ll consider it, yeah?

Fiona: I...I don’t know...*reaches into her satchel, pulling out her Tambourine*...hmmmm....

Vayle: I think you should do it, Fiona!

Tulio:  Your friends are more then welcome to come with us as well, if you’d li-...*looks down at the Tambourine...His eyes suddenly widening in shock as he stairs at it silently*

Fiona: You think so?

Akimoto: You clearly got the Rhythm for it! Why not?

Fiona: It’s not that I don’t want to, I’m just not sure...

Tulio: U-um...Fiona...M-might I see that Tambourine for a moment?

Fiona: *!* U-um...Okay! *Hesitates, but then slowly holds it out to him* please be gentle with it...

*Tulio grasps it gently, examining it closely and observing the craftsmanship...he then turns his focus to the familiar marking on the tambourine...His eyes widening with intensity!*

Tulio: This...This is the marking of the White Sparrows! T-that was my Friend’s troupe! B-But...No, this is impossible! She was killed by a Manticore years ago! H-How did you get this?!

Fiona: Well...I...*Sigh*...I have it...because I was there when it happened...

Tulio: ...What do you mean...?

Fiona: I was just a little girl when it happened...I had nowhere else to turn...An orphan wandering lost, hungry, confused...But then I met Madam Esmeralda...She took me into the troupe when I had nowhere else to go...She treated me as part of her family! They cared for me! They kept me safe! They cherished me...And then...The Manticore attacked...It ravaged the caravan...Killed them all *a Tear rolls down her face*...It ate her alive! And I...I...*Fists clenched*...I was the only one left...I was scared...Frightened...Alone...There was nothing I could do...So I had little choice but to keep moving...I kept Esmeralda’s Tambourine with me ever since...That’s why I have it!

Arcana: (Oh, Come on! You didn’t even tell him the GOOD part!)

Tulio: You were there when it happened...? Y-you...You were with the white sparrows...? Then...That means....*Whipes away his tears, his sadness turning to joy!* Then that mean they are not all lost! They live on with YOU! THIS EXPLAINS EVERYTHING! *Hugs Fiona!* Your Dance! Your movements! Joyous Day! The White Sparrows live on! Hahahahaaaa! *Hands on Fiona’s Shoulders!* We would MORE than be honored to have you perform with us, Little Sister!

Fiona: *!* *Her eyes widen with a look of sorrow!* L...Little...Sister?!

Tulio: You were with the Sparrows! You were there FAMILY! You are a Little sister of them! Of ALL Caravaneers! *Smiles, gripping Fiona’s Shoulders!* Please, Lass! We would love to have you perform with us!

Fiona: *her eyes shaking with comfort, sparkling as she wipes away her tears and gives him a huge smile!* YES! I accept! I would love to travel with you guys!

Vayle: *Smiles* I was hoping she’d say that.

Akimoto: *Smiling as well, looking at Fiona with an expression of comfort as he nods in agreement!*

Tulio: HAHAHA! Thank you! Thank you! It will be an honor to perform with you, Little Sister! *turns to Akimoto and Vayle* And you two are more than welcome to come with us as well! Any Friends of hers are friends to us!

Vayle: I would be honored to travel with you all!

Akimoto: *Raises eyebrow!* Depends...Are you gonna pay me as an Escort?

Vayle: *glare* Akimoto!

Akimoto: I’m a mercenary, Vayle! what do you want from me?!

Tulio: Ahaha! Rest assured, Friend! There will be plenty of Adventure and reward waiting to be found on our journeys! Now Come! let us prepare ourselves for the Journey ahead! And the performances that await to be given!

Fiona: I can’t wait! I’m more than ready for when the next performance will be!

Akimoto: *Stops, starring back at the Boxes of Books*...hmmmm...*Shrugs, Pushing them into an Alleyway near the Caravan, then finally rushing toward them to catch up!*

To be Continued in Part 2!

[typologycentral]

[ENFP] INFJ NEEDS HELP FIGURING OUT THIS VERY VERY PUZZLING ENFP!

:hi: Im new here, fairly new to the world of MBTI but I'm doing copious amount of reading so far and ninety percent of my knowledge has been built pretty much on the basis of this amazing forum. Back to the topic at hand, I'm an INFJ. I've known this since years since I've always been retaking the test and always getting the same but only really gotten into this elusive and exciting world now. In the brink of graduation in the Design Major, it wasn't unsual to bump into an ENFP. Only, he is an instructor. And then the rest is a rollercoaster ride as you all can imagine! ;) Now I want to preface by saying that there is no label to my relationship with him and I am first and foremost his student, so romantic interest is out of the way. The story is very long so those who are not into long tales can go by their day, hehe but keep in mind, you ENFPS love stories so, oh well :) :) He is a bit less than twenty years older to me, although his actions give the illusion to a number of girls that he could be our age even though he's not. We are a females only university so he gets a lot of attention from the girls (he is good looking as well). So much of it being unintentional. Last year, I took my first class with him-which was very hands-on in nature. I was initially very wary of him since he is VERY CONTROVERSIAL or so I'd heard before taking the class. This is probably the first thing I'd told him anyway in a very upfront manner and him being controversial amused me (and amused him as well when I told him so) so that I could figure out myself who he really is. PART 1: Our first class activity was to sketch people, four volunteers each week from our class and the rest of the class would draw them. He kept no rules and just asked us to sketch as what we wanted. I realized all the girls were doing the same and the first thing that struck me what I needed to stand out in my implementation; so I used my natural strength which is reading into people. As more of a fun activity, I tried to read them in a lighthearted way and annotated a lot in my sketches about how their external appearance gives clues to their personality (the colors they wore, the pose they adopted, etc.) He was taking a round of the class and when he came to me, he was blown away. This embarrassed me to no end because since then on, he would always highlight me to the rest of the class. I'm someone who always tries to stay away from the spotlight and more like an underdog? I kind of like doing my own thing and enjoy being individualistic without getting attention while at it, so this was out of the blue for me. He would use very elevated terms to compliment me as well which again would perplex me because I have never believed myself to be as special as he made me out to be for the rest of the class. This in turn caused all the other girls to constantly be around me as well which was overwhelming. This was all in a matter of two weeks through which this same activity continued until all of us had volunteered to pose. At the end he asked me why he's never seen me around before and if I maintain a low-profile. At that point he had been teaching there for two years. I said that I did indeed keep a low profile. The second activity was to paint a mural on a blank big wall. Each student was assigned a section of the wall and again there were no rules except that all of them should be portraits. I took him aside and told him I didn't want to do a portrait and wanted to do a city skyline. I explained by saying that portraits are very naturally interesting. I wanted to do a skyline and we were supposed to paint with greys, blacks and whites and I loved the challenge of taking something inanimate and breathing life into it through my art. He said he loved the way I think and made an exception for me. Consequently I needed to have a bigger section to paint now. He asked another girl to give up her section for me (I did not know this until later) and found an earlier friend (that same girl) behaving very rudely towards me until I knew the truth. She stopped attending thereon. A lot of girls in the class had started showing animosity towards me and this too hurt me. He began to frequently intrude my physical personal space too and eventually I found him to be so smothering even though I had slowly come to drop my reservations and somehow like him that one day I walked out during a class (we were allowed to go in and out) because of being overwhelmed by him. Since that day he stopped talking to me until the next month. I could NOT FIGURE OUT WHY. He pretended as if I didn't exist and stopped helping me or guiding me through the activities when I became stuck while at the same time helping every other student. I tried asking him directly and he would pretend he didn't hear and walk away. One day I personally went up to him out of class time and stated I need help with my project (another activity by now) and he agreed. Since it was out of class time I asked him if he had come to hate me while we both sat down to work. He said "NO! On the contrary. I share things with you that I rarely share with others!" Keep in mind, that he is married and we live in a very conservative environment so I was taken aback. Yes, he had shared with me but I didn't know to what depth. I asked him right up to explain his weird behaviour with me in class and he denied it at first then himself said that he realized I needed space that day alluding to my non-verbal walking out of class. It had been almost a month and a half since this incident so I was shocked and asked him if all his treatment was because of this one day! He said yes and laughed. At that point I could not process him anymore so we fell silent. He said I was a very special student and his usual praise of me and even though he knew he didn't help me he trusted me that I would find my way. Another key point is that I am already in a serious relationship with someone and often talk to this person in the class since a lot of times his classes ran full day and even outside of uni hours. I had once overheard him asking my friend who is it I keep talking to again and again on the phone. After me confronting him for similar avoidant behaviour again, he was fine for a few days but again started acting like I didn't exist. I waited out again very hurt for him to become normal while also successfully completing each class project until one day with his back facing me he told the other class students how I could read through him like no one else and could see the beyond. He also said that I just know when he feels sad and when he's happy without even him saying anything. The whole class was staring at me and I was embarrassed...again. I had once written a letter to him during this course that I feel he's not been himself lately and I hope things get better because he is someone who exudes amazing energy that can light up a room. He had pinned it to his office wall (against my pleas). In a field trip for our class, I was as usual off doing my own thing and as was his habit whenever he would find me missing he would ask several girls about where I was and they would always come and tell me. This was a guy who kept no rules so it wasn't a big deal if anyone wandered or did what they wanted. In fact this was something I loved about him since I detest working in controlled environments.He asked me during that trip that he didn't know as compared to my initial bubbly disposition (which was very cocky, not shy and self assured, hey I can be quite a chameleon!) in the first activity that I was actually a quiet person and I accidentally blurted I can be very extroverted and open to only those who I trust and am close to. I think it may have come across as arrogant or stand-offish but that is not how I meant it at all. I later told him in a letter about my social awkwardness (again he pinned it to his wall to my retaliation) and he said he found it sweet. I always found that while he was so open t everyone and had an aura of being quite vulnerable that he had a more melancholic and serious side to him. I found his multi-dimensionality very attractive and the only person whom he used to share very deep sad feelings with was me. He told another friend of mine that I have a way of drawing him out that only I can do and he cannot help it. The end of that course had almost come and he continued his habit of occasionally being very, scarily close to me and acting as if i didn't exist.This frustrated me to no end and again I had to confront him because it would cause me pain. I was in tears when I talked to him and exploded at him since I had kept it in for so long. I told him I am only his student so why does he stop to guide me and never help me when I run into problems with work. We would do a lot of large-scale construction activity as well, everything i learnt, I learnt myself eventually due to him intentionally avoiding me. He said that he had forgotten I am "only his student". I didn't know what this meant. He furthur told me that he knew from the first day I was different and even perfect (!!!), that he sees something in me and he said I am so independent that I didn't need him. I pleaded to him that I did, at least in this last project and that I am not perfect in any sense. We argued on this point a lot until he finally agreed. He did help me and then started his usual hot-cold routine. I eventually gave up and ignored him as well. In a few days he stopped me, lashed at me and asked why I don't pay any attention to him and said that I should at least tell hi when I see him and it was the least I could do. Our last project was to make a gypsum sculpture and explain the concept behind our creation. I had such a complex concept that I wasn't sure he would understand but he did and was floored and went around telling everyone about it. He would occasionally quote my words to various people (I found this very flattering). My concept was called "Layers of secrets" pretty much describing me and my view of life and people. He later in private told me, that he recognized that I am the person who is "layers of secrets" and told me he found me very fascinating. As we came to a close and since I had started becoming more and more introverted around him, he would pester me to tell him what was going on in my mind. I told him at the end, that everything I did, even my silence was intentional. He would later stage come uncomfortably close to me during my silent working on the project's last stages that he knew I was being "intentionally silent" with him in a very I dunno, mischievous (?) tone. He would occasionally linger around me and become very shy around me (often stuttering) like he wanted to say something but never did which I found very confusing. This would happen a LOT, on other days he wouldn't even look at me in the eyes. At the end though, i grew so tired of his antics and outbursts that after the course ended (I got full marks and the highest grade), I did no talk to or meet him. He later told his other class ( I had friends in that class as well who told me that his obsession with me was out of order but I found it to be very perplexing tbh) as he took them on another optional field trip (that I would have loved to go to as well had I not been in another country) telling those students that he became very close to me and I stabbed him in the heart to his dismay. Needless to say, I couldn't make head or tail of this. Months down the line I once met him while he was taking another amazing modelling class and was going round praising the work his students had done. He came up beside me and told me in third person describing that he knew of someone that taught him that even if a student is very high in calibre, that he should not give up on them and he really liked her a lot and she is standing next to him right now. So, me. I pretty much didn't know how to respond- I'm very weird and withheld in these situations unfortunately due to my nature *_* but I ended us leaving on good terms. Whew, so that is part 1. His wife used to work in the same uni but he would never mention her in our class while in his other classes he would frequently invite her. I know it's a huge tale but I needed to fill in all the details so my friends here could get a precise picture. My dearest lovable ENFPs, could you help me place his behaviour and what it meant?? I just finished taking another class with him so that will be in part 2, the story is entirely different and even more mysterious and puzzling there. I will very honestly admit that I do care and platonic-ally love him and admire him a lot but he just frustrates me to no end with his highs and lows. I would be so grateful if you could explain to me why he did the things he did in part 1 and a better way to react to him in the future. I still have a few months left before I graduate :D http://www.typologycentral.com/forums/the-nf-idyllic-enfp-infp-enfj-infj-/88646-infj-help-figuring-puzzling-enfp-new-post.html?utm_source=dlvr.it&utm_medium=tumblr