#i hate playing cishet men's anger games

[lettucedloophole]

they didnt respond to this which i think is very telling! however i also responded immediately which exudes a level of chalance i am not proud of. because sometimes it does make me genuinely sad when cishet men are mean to me on video game. i need to learn how to reply later on to pretend like i don't care so i seem less pathetic ☝️

apex sesh going so atrociously i got hatemail

[pinkfey]

me trying to explain to cishet men that playing video games is a boring baseline interest for them because all men play video games and they need to develop a personality beyond being a gamer if they ever want to be taken seriously or considered their own unique person and not just another part of the male hivemind that is gaming

[serrennedyanonwriter]

Part Three of ?? Of the HCs

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Morpheus D. Duvall

Lesbian/Asexual/Trans Feminine

For anyone who hasn’t played Dead Aim (it is a side RE game afterall), I fail to see how this character is NOT a trans woman.

She got infected by a virus literally called T+G Virus (transgender virus /hj) and turned into what I most certain is the first explicitly female Tyrant.

Asexual because none of worthy of her /hj

Lesbian because I’m confident she hates men /hj

Fongling

Omnisexual/Trans Feminine

I see her being interested in every gender.

Definitely has a preference for the feminine side of gender though, Bruce just got lucky she was feeling masc. attracting that day /hj

Trans because I like hc-ing very clearly female characters trans female because it fits, and it also angers cishet men <3

Bruce McGivern

Bisexual/Genderqueer

He’s kissed and fell in love with a guy before, I can sense it! /hj

Genderqueer because he’s not sure where he stands gender wise, but for now, he only knows it somewhere on the masc. side of gender.

Parker Luciani

Gay/Asexual

Something about screams he loves men.

And something else about him screams he isn’t attracted to anyone in a sexual way.

Raymond Vester

Bisexual/Polyamorus

Definitely not straight, I can sense the gay tension between him and Parker.

He’s polyamorous because I make jokes with a friend that loves RE: Revelations that he’s with Jessica, Parker, and Rachel (she’s not in this part of the hcs because I wanted to get Moira in this part).

Jessica Sherawat

Polysexual/Trans Feminine

Polysexual with a big preference for men.

I firmly believe she actually didn’t have much interest in Chris, just flirted with him and alluded to more than just playful banter because what she was planning to do.

Trans because fits her in a way I can’t explain.

Sheva Alomar

Bisexual/Trans Feminine

She likes men and women (specifically loves women more though).

Trans as I like to make jokes that Chris is just always surrounded by trans people.

He isn’t trans himself, just attracts them somehow.

Josh Stone

Pansexual/Demisexual

Pansexual as I genuinely see him as such, I don’t know why.

Ultimate Challenge: You have to listen to him and his special interests as well as get close before you can sleep with him /hj

Excella Gionne

Bisexual/Trans Feminine

Hear me out: Excella has a preference for women, Wesker is just an exception /hj

Trans because I gotta piss off the cishet men for a second ^—^

Moira Burton

Lesbian/Trans Feminine

Forever dying on the Moira and Ashley are lesbian besties that listen to MCR together hill /hj

I mentioned this in Barry’s part, but Barry was very accepting of her coming out.

[katyspersonal]

(Vent)

I find myself so conflicted. There are just... so many things I want to talk about. I want to talk about how infuriating it is that “feminists” fought so hard to claim that all women deserve respect - only to end up demonizing female beauty and fit-ness as a concept for being “cishet male bait”, or hate feminine characters in general unless they can get indulgence for being lesbians or trans women. How annoying it is that woke clout chasers run around slapping ‘comphet’ and ‘lesbophobia’ stickers on everything when people are righteously unhappy with bi erasure - would those people be content if someone “erased” a lesbian character saying she was just bi all along but convinced herself to be a lesbian out of hating men? BOTH can play this game, lil’ shit. How people come and have a go like ‘but we all are fighting the SAME battle against CIS WHITE MEN’ that makes me feel cringe for being a woman and thus dragged into this “opression” game against my will, I want to wash my gender away like dirt to not be associated with this madness - but when I step away too far I inevitably find legitimate incels that hate women like feminists hate men. When did I crossed the line where chased down stray dogs ended and true wolves started? Where can I hide?

But it is certainly not in my head. And I want to NOT want to talk about any of this, I just wonder - did it really have to get like this? Becoming so tangled with internet and fandoms? Well... I’ve ALWAYS been just an autistic kid more interested in fiction than reality, so maybe my fate is just written by how my brain is built, heh. But there is just boiling anger that I sometimes struggle to contain, it ends up feeling like I am a dragon that simply tried to make a deep sigh - and bam, accidentally everything around got ignited. After this I feel like I did something wrong - despite ‘ranting about things you dislike’ is such a relevant thing that some Youtubers make it their BRAND and get hella followers! But I just feel like now everything ignites, and I should extinguish the coals with memes, reblogged pretty arts, jokes and ‘happy thoughts’. But ‘touch the grass’ or not, but the frustration is always here somewhere, like a permanently smoking volcano. I know rants are okay, but it always feels like after I only BARELY open up about my perpetual annoyance - people already get scared. So what would they think of me if I lost ALL inhibitors and just got it ALL out?

I just want to believe that out there there is a hater (affectionate) so furious that I am no match to them, and me ranting to them will feel like barely a complaint, let alone rant. And it will feel greeeeeeat for a while, because this anger will be out of my mind.

[rametarin]

Those "semi-mythical" socialists masquerade as liberals, is why. As a form of defense. In fact, many of the things our conservatives scream about come from dealing with those "semi-mythical" socialists that either A.) antagonized them and let them believe they were garden variety liberals because they are also leftists. B.) attempted to convince the young, angry, anti-government right winger that their anti-authoritarian stance "was the same as them," and then tried to co-opt their anger into something else. Only to reveal what they really are, by accident.

They have been using American liberals as cover and a scapegoat, and when called on their shit for pretending to be something they aren't, they act coy and go, "It's not lying, it's 'platforming.'" with that snide, "I'm smarter than you" look on their faces.

This entire soaked rant the OP posted is this cope and revisionism. What it amounts to are socialists have been subtly steering liberal platforms to make more hard-leftist policy for decades by pretending to be liberal, when convenient. And then, when liberals ideologically see those lines where liberalism diverts or deviates from more leftist views and directions, and cannot be subtly dissuaded or tricked to converge policies, you'll see the hard-leftist pulled from their hiding place. And they'll be an angry, emaciated little thing that shreiks, "GOD DAMNED WORTHLESS LIBERALS!!" with the fervor of a conservative, nativist theocrat.

Because they don't like liberals, they're just easier to trick into compromise and co-opt based on how modular and accepting liberals are. They in fact hate liberals, and have been trying to switch out liberal values for more covert, and then openly, socialist ones, for near to a century now.

They scream that the reason Kamala lost is because they didn't double down EVEN HARDER on the messaging that white, cishet men were oppressors, that collective demographics are more important than individual rights, that discrimination is only discrimination when it harms a political "minority" and doesn't count in any other context as bad.

This sad, pathetic, "OH, I BET YOU PLAN TO EXPUNGE THE BIG SCARY PROGRESSIVES FROM THE PARTY NOW, HUUU~UHH? REAL MATURE!" move is just playground level attempts to protect themselves by condescending what someone might do. Because they're terrified liberals will finally get tired of their shit and no longer tolerate their co-governance of the democratic party. Or helping to write policy. Or educating liberals in ill-liberal ideological ideas.

And maybe we'll finally be able to acknowledge a certain number of the Progressive professors preaching Marxist dialectics like they're religious proverbs to use in your daily life to understand and define oppression and injustice, and then use their "analysis" (dogma) to play paper doll games with how different groups relate like the Hetalia fandom, are actually compromised and ignorant Russian assets, from a culture that landed here decades ago to do to our American left, what they've made of anti-Ukraine American republicans.

LOL. And when was this semi-mythical time when socialists of leviathan-supersystem's type were willing to work with liberals and progressives?

In the United States, socialist political candidates have not been terribly viable since the 1930's. I wish it was otherwise, but it is not.

[softtransbf]

Mister Nice Guy, part 2

part one

Summary: Shit hits the fan, and the rest of the BAU is done with it.

Word Count: 3523

Reader: he/him trans man, no physical description

Warnings: case involving targeting gay people, brief mention of a child abduction case, coming out/anxiety of experiencing transphobia (no actual transphobia though), alcohol, swearing

@aleccolocco (sorry it took so long to finish lol)

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"No, that doesn't make any sense at all, doctor!" you spat his title. "He's not jealous of these couples, killing what he can't have, or a homophobe, punishing gay people for being happy. He's putting an end to their unhappy relationships. He sees it as mercy." Over the months, your cold war with Reid turned into outright conflict, and tonight, alone in the police station in Oregon, was no exception. Hotchner had tasked the two of you with presenting the preliminary profile the next morning, and it was going as well as conversations ever went.

"We have no evidence that he knows they're unhappy, though. All of his victims are clearly happy in their relationships," Reid challenged.

You rolled your eyes and scoffed. "Please. One look at their social media and it's obvious that the relationships are on the rocks."

"Where do you get that? All I see are typical happy relationships. Selfies, checking into special events together, posts about kind things one does for the other. Nothing indicating a troubled relationship to me."

"The gentlemen doth protest too much. They're painting an overly happy painting on social media, hoping that some of that happiness will actually become real. They're desperate for the relationship to work."

"Let's say you're right. I don't think you are, but let's pretend for the sake of trying to see your logic through. Why? Why would they be so desperate to save a failing relationship?"

"God, straight men just don't fucking get it!" You went to grab a file, missing his small flinch. "You don't understand how limited the dating pool for men who are into men is. Look at the most recent couple in particular. The most lovey-dovey on social media, and got the most brutal deaths."

"Yes, because they were the happiest. My theory holds," Reid interrupted.

"No. Look, this guy put way more out there on social media than his partner, and look at the pictures he posted. Look how forced his smile is, look at the body language. He needs this relationship to work, because dating as a gay man is one thing, dating as a gay trans man is almost impossible. Having to start over and deal with transphobia over and over again is worse than being in a bad relationship. In his eyes, I mean." Shit, the first person I come out to on this team cannot be Spencer fucking Reid. He doesn't deserve the honor.

"That was yesterday. We haven't gotten the autopsy report yet. How could you possibly know that he's trans?"

"Testosterone vials and needles in the bathroom. Neither of them are old enough for a cis man to reasonably have issues that require testosterone injections. It's HRT, hormone replacement therapy."

"Even if you're right, your conclusion still seems like a much bigger jump than mine, that the killer sees the relationships as happy and is lashing out at that, be it from jealousy or homophobia."

"Whatever. You'll see tomorrow, when we talk to the M.E., that he was trans, and that fact backs me up. I am absolutely right about this, and you will eat your words. Then I will present my theory, and you can choke on yours."

"We? You anticipate us spending more time together?" He raised an eyebrow.

"I meant 'we' as in the team, asshat. The world doesn't revolve around you. Mine sure as hell doesn't. I'm gonna go back to the hotel, write my own damn preliminary profile, and try to get some fucking sleep. Clearly we won't agree on this."

"We don't ever agree on anything," he pointed out.

"Not true. We agree that we dislike each other and can't get along. Good night, doctor." You turned and walked away, not giving him a chance to respond.

This man is going to be the death of me, he thought as he watched you walk away.

~

The autopsy report came in the next day, and you were right. The tech team also found a locked notes app on his phone that catalogued his unhappiness and fear of leaving. You presented your preliminary profile to the team. Reid didn't even argue; he just sat in silence, leaving the room as soon as you were finished. Never one to pass up a chance to gloat for beating him, you offered to get coffee for the team, got everyone's order, and left shortly behind him.

You were expecting to catch up to him, his impossibly long legs be damned. You weren't expecting him to be waiting for you. He pulled you into an empty interrogation room and pushed you up against a wall, his face just inches from yours. It was only a moment before being flustered by the closeness and those goddamn eyes were replaced by anger.

"What the FUCK, Reid?"

"What game are you playing, Y/N? What game are we playing? What's your endgame?" He spoke quickly and softly, but there was an intensity in his voice that had you captivated.

"I'm the one playing games?" You pushed him back, away from you. "You're the one who decided to hate me before we even met. When I transferred, all I wanted was to do a good job and fit in with the team. But quite literally from the minute I walked through the door, you'd decided you hate me. Turnabout is just fair play, gorgeous." Oh, fuck.

"Gorgeous?" You walked past him to the other side of the room, running a hand through your hair and turning your back on him. "Fine. Yeah, okay? I wanted approval from the brilliant and handsome Doctor Spencer Reid. In a way that's respectful of your heterosexuality, of course." You turned around and faced him again. "But that doesn't matter, because you made it clear you wanted nothing to do with me right off the bat."

"What makes you think I'm straight?" He's fucking with me, now that that cat is out of the bag. Great. Fucking cishet men. Even he's no different. Thank god he still thinks I'm cis.

"Garcia mentioned in her newbie-run-down that you're 'awkward, but in a cute way, especially around women'. Plus, she mentioned that Emily is bi, leaving everyone else implied straight as even the best cishet allies are wont to do. And as we both know, Penelope knows everything.

And before you make the hearsay argument I can see forming in that brilliant head of yours, I've heard and seen too much about your impeccable memory to assume you don't remember when we all went to the bar after my first case. I was unabashedly Queer, friendly flirting with Derek and calling out cishet bullshit. When I did the latter, you literally rolled your eyes and walked away. Which is, funnily enough, some cishet bullshit. 

JJ said you were just going through a thing and things would get better, but they just got worse. I'm not going to ask you to spill whatever was going on, because it's not my business, but god damn, dude. Why did you hate me so much so quickly?"

"You asked JJ about me?" He took a few steps towards you, a small smile on his face.

"That's the part you focused on? Jesus fucking Christ. Yes, I asked her about why you decided to hate me before we even met. Whatever. I hope you got whatever you were looking for by pulling me in here. I'm done. Done with this conversation, done with whatever has been going on with you and us since the day I transferred." You turned to leave, but he grabbed your arm. It was barely more than a light touch, but you let it stop you.

"Y/N. I can't-" he sighed. "God, you make my head spin. I can't organize my thoughts enough to say what I want to. JJ was right, there was something I had to work through, and I guess you'd made up your mind about me before I figured it out. It isn't an excuse for how I treated you, just an explanation. As for the more recent development of arguments… I guess I read a subtext that wasn't there. I could never dislike you, let alone hate you. I am truly sorry for- for all of it." With three long strides, he was out the door.

Make his head spin? What subtext? Since when is he unable to say what's on his mind? And what was that about not disliking me? All we've done since we met is argue or ignore each other. Why else would he act like that? Why do I even care? Why am I so knotted up about what he's thinking and feeling? Whatever. Fuck him, and not in the fun way. I've gotta go get coffee for the team. As you were getting the coffee, you couldn't get the memory of his face, so close to yours, to stop playing in your head.

The rest of the case was mostly as normal, but there was an energy between you and Spencer that was distant like when you joined the team, but there was something else to it that you couldn't quite put your finger on. It made you a little bit sad, though, for reasons you didn't understand.

~

"I love you, Y/N. I love you so much. I pulled away from you because it terrified me how much I loved you from the moment you walked through the door that first day. Being around you, even when we were arguing, made me feel alive in a way I never had before. You're all I think about, you're all I could ever want. I love you."

"I… I love you too." You didn't know which one of you moved, maybe you both did, but in an instant, you were kissing Spencer Reid, and you couldn't have been happier.

-

You woke up with a start, breathing heavily. You looked around; you were in your room, home alone, and it was 3:37 am. What the hell was that?

Four hours later, you trudged through the door of the BAU office, venti red-eye in hand. You made it about ten steps before Derek had his arm around your shoulders.

"Whoa there, hot stuff. Rough night?" You tried to shake him off, but he wouldn't budge, so you just kept walking, making him go with you towards your desk.

"So not your business, Derek. You being open with your personal life doesn't mean we all have to be open like that with ours."

"Personal life, huh? So who is he? More importantly, how was he, and should we expect more mornings like this in the future?" You rolled your eyes and playfully shoved him away. You'd reached your desk, so you sat on top of it, facing him. As you did, you made eye contact with Spencer, who was well within earshot. His face was unreadable, and you weren't sure why him hearing Morgan tease you like that upset you. It never had before.

"No, Derek. There's no one. Just some nightmares. Nothing major; I'll be fine by tomorrow." You got off your desk, sat in your chair, and logged into your laptop. Derek whistled and walked away without another word, shaking his head.

You tried to focus on the paperwork you needed to get done, but you couldn't stop thinking about that dream. The feeling of his lips on yours… it felt so real.

This is ridiculous. Love? We don't even like each other. Well… there was the stuff he was saying yesterday- 'I could never dislike you, let alone hate you', and some sort of subtext? But not disliking someone is a far cry from love. Plus, he's straight, so this is all absurd. And even if he DID have feelings for me, I sure as hell don't return them. I mean, maybe he's not as awful as I've thought, especially if he wasn't coming from a place of dislike. And he really is very pretty. Those eyes… Wait, what the fuck? This is all fucking ridiculous. I just need to get a full night's sleep tomorrow, and all this weirdness will be gone.

You took a giant gulp of your coffee, shook your head, and ran your fingers through your hair. Fortunately, Hotchner called a team meeting, forcing your attention to other things.

While no case could ever be described as 'normal', this case was pretty cut and dry, once you figured out what you were looking for. No dramatic twist, no tense showdown at his arrest. There weren't many cases like that, but you were very glad that this one was. You never sleep well when on a case, and no matter what you did, you couldn't shake that dream, the butterflies it left in your stomach every time you looked at him, and the strange disappointment when, unlike before that moment in Oregon, he wasn't looking at you.

Two more weeks passed. The energy between you and Spencer, whatever force it was that had drawn you together to argue again and again, was gone. You were polite to each other, and cooperated as necessary, but didn't do more than the bare minimum when it came to interacting with each other. Your interactions were cold and low-spirited. So you were so glad for a fun night out with Penelope, Emily, and JJ.

"So, Y/N, things seem… different… between you and Spencer these days. Did something happen?" Emily's tone made it clear that the three of them had intended to bring this up long before the plan to get drinks was even made. "I appreciate y'all waiting until I had a couple of drinks in me at least before going here. I guess we just got tired of fighting? I don't know. I can't figure out what's going on in that brilliant head of his. I thought I at least knew where I stood with him, even though it was purely adversarial, but I think I was wrong. But then that leaves me with no idea what he thinks of me or why I care so damn much."

"Really? No idea at all?" JJ asked. "I remember walking by a closed door in the police station in Oregon and hearing the word 'gorgeous' being thrown around." "Oh my god. You heard that?" You buried your face in your hands, and they all laughed.

"Yeah, I did, but only that one word. I'd figured you were on the phone with someone, but then you and Spence both started acting sad. I wasn't sure, of course, that you were talking to him until just now."

"Fuck. Okay, yeah. I think he's pretty. But I'm absolutely not alone in that. Derek calls him Pretty Boy, for goodness' sake. Appreciating someone's beauty doesn't have to mean anything more."

"Y/N, really? After everything we've been through together, you're gonna lie to us like this? Whatever happened, you've both been miserable since, and it's throwing the whole team off balance."

"What do you want me to say, Penelope? That I'm in love with him? He's pretentious and a know-it-all and a nerd and funny and kind and gorgeous and oh my God. I think I'm in love with him." The three women clapped and cheered.

"Finally, you get there! Took you long enough." Emily winked. "So, what's the plan now?"

"Keep this shit between us until my feelings go away. Even if he wasn't straight, I wouldn't risk fucking things up by telling him how I felt. As it is, I stand no chance in hell, so I'm just gonna write this one off as another straight guy I've fallen for and try to move on."

"Y/N, if you tell him-" Penelope started.

"No. You, more than anyone, know why I can't even entertain the idea of trying to be with him. I can't set myself up for that kind of pain. Not here, not where things are so good." You looked at all three of them. "I know that your intentions were good, but I just can't do this. I'm sorry." You grabbed your coat and left.

Your interactions with Spencer changed yet again. Now that you knew you loved him, you couldn't help yourself from being warmer towards him. As the weeks passed, you got closer. After three weeks, you considered him to be a good friend, not that that made things any less painful. You were just hoping that Penelope, Emily, and JJ were going to respect your wishes and drop the subject of your feelings for him.

[From: Penelope]: round table room ASAP

Shit. The last time you'd gotten that text from Penelope, the team left on a serial child abduction case 30 minutes later. So, despite it being your day off, you ran out the door and were there with your go bag in 15 minutes.

But no one else was there. No files on the table, nothing to indicate that there was a new case. You pulled out your phone to call Penelope, but then you heard a commotion outside the door- you'd closed it behind you.

"No, Derek, wait, I don't-"

"Can it, Pretty Boy, and thank me later." Derek opened the door, pushed Spencer into the room, winked at you, and shut the door, all in about 3 seconds.

"Spencer. Um, hi. Is the rest of the team not going to join us? Garcia's text seemed pretty urgent." You tucked your phone into your pocket.

"I don't think so, since I just heard Morgan barricade the door." He tried to open the door and failed.

"Oh my god they're Parent Trapping us. I'm gonna kill them."

Spencer tilted his head, confused. "Parent Trapping?"

"Oh my god have you not seen any of the Parent Trap movies? Were you living under a rock in 1998?" "I was seventeen and working on my first doctorate, so pretty much, yeah," he laughed. You couldn't help but laugh, too, as you firmly ignored how his smile made you absolutely melt.

"Fair enough. The '61 one is good too, but the '98 Lindsay Lohan one is Iconic for good reason. Anyway. The point is, they've locked us in here and won't let us out until we have a conversation."

"Just a conversation? Or do they want us to talk about something in particular?" He took a seat at the table.

"I- yeah, they have a particular topic in mind. I'm so sorry. This is my fault. I was tipsy and said things I should have just kept to myself. I thought they'd respected my wishes and left well enough alone, but clearly they didn't. And they won't let us out of here until I tell you-" you hesitated.

"Tell me what?" He leaned forward, and part of you swore you saw hope in his beautiful brown eyes. You looked at the floor, avoiding them.

"Tell you that I… have feelings for you. Romantic, cheesy, butterflies-in-my-stomach feelings. I don't know why they want me to tell you this. We've just gotten to a good place as friends, and you're straight, and-"

Somehow you missed the sound of him getting up and taking the few steps over to you, because you practically jumped out of your skin when his hands were suddenly on your shoulders.

"Y/N. Please, darling, look at me?" Bewildered by the endearment, you did, and his smile was blinding. "I'm not straight. I'm bi, and I think part of me has been in love with you since your first day at the BAU. The thing JJ said I was working through? The potential problems of having feelings for a coworker. For you. As soon as you walked through that door", he pointed and then took both your hands in his, "I loved you. The night at the bar? I was rolling my eyes at myself for how much I wanted to kiss you, and I walked away to stop myself from doing something reckless. I love you, Y/N. Can I do something reckless?"

"I'm trans," you blurted. "I hope that doesn't change anything, but it's something you should know. If knowing that I'm trans changes things, now is the time for you to say something. If it's a problem and it blows up later, it might actually kill me. Because I love you, too. So much. If it doesn't change anything, then please, Spencer, kiss me."

The words were barely out of your mouth before his lips were on yours. You weren't sure how long you were kissing before you were interrupted by cheers from the other side of the door. "Shit, Spencer, they're going to be the worst about this, aren't they?" You were a bit embarrassed by how breathy your voice was, but you were too happy to really care.

"Oh yeah. We're not going to get a moment that's just us in this building ever again. Do you want to get it over with and face them, or would you prefer we stay in this moment a bit longer?"

"What do you think, doctor?" you asked, pulling him in for another kiss.

[goose-books]

Okay I can’t tell who got requested or not so for the world building Wednesday character game — so I’m going for whoever *hasn’t* been requested!

hi hello thank you so much daniel!! i’m sorry it took me ages to get to this!!

i have a bonkers amount of characters so i’m going to do the two out of four “main” characters that haven’t yet been requested! which would be isaac (local unhinged emo) and indrajit (local feral theater kid)!

(the wip) (the ask game)

ISAAC

B A S I C S

full name: isaac ian farley the second. yes he is trans. yes he picked that name. it’s complicated

gender: nonbinary trans guy

sexuality: bisexual (with a tilt towards men)

pronouns: he/him

O T H E R S

family: …it’s messy. there was his dad, isaac ian farley the FIRST, and his mom, and now there’s his uncle claude in the picture, and - god, let me draw a flowchart for you -

birthplace: ellisburg, where his father was the mayor! until he died. now his uncle is the mayor! funny how these things work out.

job: skulking around school being emo

phobias: being forgotten, being abandoned, hurting the people he cares about. fun stuff like that.

guilty pleasures: indulging the OCD and making complicated life plans that he will never act on

M O R A L S

morality alignment?: true neutral at best

sins - sloth (inaction); envy (he is devastatingly envious of and bitter towards almost everyone in his life); wrath (kid has a lot of unprocessed anger burning away in him)

virtues - i will say this for isaac. he has an INCREDIBLY strong sense of justice.

T H I S - O R - T H A T

introvert/extrovert

organized/disorganized (though you couldn’t tell from all the flowcharts)

close-minded/open-minded (he’s. working through some stuff)

calm/anxious (isaac has never been calm once in his life)

disagreeable/agreeable (he hates telling people no or disappointing people but he’s also just. so very stubborn)

cautious/reckless (both, at the worst possible times)

patient/impatient

outspoken/reserved (which is a nice way of saying he does not ever close his mouth)

leader/follower (but really, loner)

empathetic/unempathetic (he is simply. so focused on his own massive set of issues that it tends to blot out everyone else’s problems)

optimistic/pessimistic

traditional/modern

hard-working/lazy

R E L A T I O N S H I P S

otp: he does canonically have a Thing going on with hawk, which neither of them have labeled yet. but with the way that develops i hate to call it my otp uncritically -

ot3: N/A

brotp: isaac and ginger. they are incredibly different people but they also understand each other incredibly well.

notp: isaac and ginger oh my GOD she’s a lesbian and also. just. the way things go -

INDRAJIT

B A S I C S

full name: indrajit chopra

gender: cis guy

sexuality: straight

pronouns: he/him

O T H E R S

family: his parents and his twin brother, brijesh, who literally everyone except indrajit calls bitty. their brotherly relationship is… tense.

birthplace: idk but they moved to ellisburg when he was about eleven or twelve

job: going absolutely batshit feral about his high school theater program

phobias: he does not do well with blood.

guilty pleasures: indulging his sweet tooth

M O R A L S

morality alignment?: …can a sixteen-year-old be lawful evil. i’m calling him lawful neutral.

sins - gluttony (in the sense that he doesn’t share or play well with others); pride (he says he doesn’t think he’s better than everyone else, but-); envy (he’s jealous of people who have what he thinks he deserves)

virtues - diligence (to his credit, he’s an incredibly hard worker)

T H I S - O R - T H A T

introvert/extrovert

organized/disorganized

close-minded/open-minded (he’s not bigoted, but he doesn’t do well with challenges to his very defined worldview)

calm/anxious

disagreeable/agreeable

cautious/reckless

patient/impatient

outspoken/reserved

leader/follower (good at taking charge. not so good at interacting with other people. he’s a little abrasive)

empathetic/unempathetic

optimistic/pessimistic (though he’d call himself a realist)

traditional/modern

hard-working/lazy

R E L A T I O N S H I P S

otp: fun fact! indrajit is the only cishet character i’ve ever written and liked and his relationship with his girlfriend amanda is hands down one of my favorite parts of AMT. i was not expecting the two of them to steal my heart but here we are

ot3: N/A

brotp: indrajit and avery are best friends! they’re kind of the only people the other one relaxes around and they mean a lot to each other.

notp: indrajit x avery would be a nightmare. she’s a lesbian let her live