#i just saw the quiz results and made it my personality

[avi-on-jumblr]

sometimes i think back to my grade 7 self who took like 2 political compass quizzes that aligned me with like. fucking noam chomsky. whom i had never heard of before that moment. and how i went around for like half a year going "oh yeah i'm basically exactly like him politically" and saying i was an anarcho-communist because i thought that meant "like, uh, everyone gets equal things and it's all nice and happy and good and stuff".

anyways i think back and cry.

[callisteios]

would you like to be a god? take this uquiz to find out what sort of god you'd be

[schlatt-love-bot]

saw ur repost about giving schlatt head under the desk!!! we needdddd a fic of that!

Oooh, I absolutely love it!! Here comes a frustrated Schlatt who just needs a liiiittle bit of relief during his work day! 

IF YOU ARE A MINOR, DO NOT CONTINUE READING! NSFW CONTENT!

“God fucking damn it!” A scream cried out from Schlatt’s office, hearing him grumble a few more profanities under his breath as you creaked open the door to your joint office. He had been in there all day, recording for his personal channels as well as earlier recording a podcast session for Sleep Deprived, where he took a very quick lunch break to tease you on the kitchen counter before telling you he needed to record this week’s episode of Chuckle Sandwich. Leaving you high and (not very) dry, you weren’t happy to say the least with hearing his groaning profanities coming from the office. Slipping in without him noticing, you could see Schlatt’s screen, where he was on a call with Tucker and Ted, and it seemed as though they were going over the results of each other’s personality test results. Schlatt had complained to you earlier in the week about how stupid he thought this topic was for the pod—he viewed his Meyers-Briggs results just like how he interpreted his zodiac signs and horoscopes, absolutely meaningless. 

“Listen, it’s not that I don’t like the results, that’s not it at all! I just don’t care! I don’t care what this stupid online quiz believes I am!” He ranted, running his hands through his hair before ultimately deciding to rest his hands in the palms of his hands. Through his headset, you could vaguely make out Ted giggling, and Tucker insisting that the only reason he was discontent with the results was because he didn’t like the way he was being portrayed. Seeing how genuinely pissed off he was slowly becoming, you knew it was time to intervene, in one of the only ways you knew how. 

Shutting the door as quietly as you could, Schlatt looked up, making eye contact with you. Quickly, you signalled him to keep quiet, circling to the other side of his desk. Confusion and frustration laced his eyes, which must’ve caused Ted to ask if everything was alright, since Schlatt hadn’t retorted to any of the teasing currently going on in the call for a moment. You squatted down, crawling through his organized cords to prop yourself on your knees underneath his desk, directly eye-level with his already semi-hard member. 

“Y-Yeah, I’m alright, everything’s good. Stupid cat was about to jump on my desk.” He grumbled, looking down towards you, knowing that he was about to find himself in some trouble. You slowly began to trace the outline of his girth through his readily-available sweatpants, knowing he wouldn’t be able to hold himself back. Without much time passing, he was already throbbing against the fabric of his sweatpants. Trying to contain himself on camera, he found himself leaning back in his desk chair, placing his arms behind his head. 

“Listen…all I’m saying is…” he tried to continue on as if you weren’t about to make him come in his pants, giving you an opportunity to slip your hands under his waistband to begin pulling them down. Instead of fighting back, he hopped himself up a bit in his seat, allowing you to slide his pants down with ease, his stiff cock already slapping up towards his stomach. Not being able to help yourself, you began to lick your lips as you locked eyes with Schlatt, who couldn’t look away. 

“Fuck…I’m so fucked…” he muttered under his breath as he watched your hands begin to pump up and down his length. He made sure to look up, making sure that Ted and Tucker didn’t catch on that something was indeed making him distracted from completing the podcast episode, though you knew in your mind that he wouldn’t be able to help himself once you got started. 

“Yeah, yeah. I don’t think any of this is shocking, that’s all. I’m bored because it’s–” he stopped mid-sentence from air being caught in his throat as you began to kitten lick his beet red tip, making sure to get every drop of precum off before giving him a kiss. You chuckled to yourself as you slowly began to drag your tongue from the base of his shaft near his balls all the way back up to his tip, making sure that he began to speak again before beginning to take the rest of him in your mouth, “i-it’s nothing…nothing new! This is all…all information I, I already know…” his voice began to trail off with a groan, as you began to take as much of his cock into your mouth as you could fit. His eyes, hooded with lust, looked down towards you as he saw you snake your free hand, the one not simultaneously pumping whatever couldn’t fit into your mouth, down your own lazy day pajama shorts, making figure eights on your clit so you would get your own pleasure during Schlatt’s torture. 

“Oh my fucking…oh my fucking god.” He let out a grumble from the back of his throat, trying his best to maintain his composure on his podcast as he got closer and closer to his release. Seeing him crumble under your tongue made you moan harder against his cock, quickening your pace with your tongue and hands. Schlatt managed to take his hand that was squeezing his thigh in an attempt to regain his composure down to your hair, grasping as much of it as he could before pulling hard. The pull itself caused you to moan, but the force alone caused your mouth to come off of his cock with a slight “pop,” saliva strings connecting your swollen lips to his still swollen tip. His eyes told you to finish him off, but he began to push himself back from his desk slightly before clearing his throat.

“Guys…I hate to do this…something, something has literally come..up…I need to hop off the pod to deal with some, business. As soon as I’m finished, I will message you both and I’ll be back.” He quickly stumbled over his words as he logged off his computer, making sure all of his tabs were closed and the computer was shut off before he pulled you out from under his desk.

“Now, toots, you’re going to suck me off until I come down your throat, and then you’re going to explain to me what the fuck you were thinking, coming in and sucking me off like that while I was working. I knew you were a little cum slut, but I didn’t think you were that needy.” He groaned, pushing your head back down on his cock, bucking his hips up into your mouth, ensuring that you were taking all of his cock down your throat as tears welled up in your eyes. He wouldn’t lessen the grip he had on your hair, not letting you up for air, as he mumbled profanities towards you. 

“Little slut, thinking you can come in here and get me to stop working…you’ve gotten what you wanted…I hope you can handle it.” He groaned, his hips beginning to buck sloppily as you knew he was nearing the edge. You snuck one of your hands up towards his sack, taking it in your fingertips before fondling it a bit, hoping to speed up his release. 

“Fuck, (Y/N)!” He groaned, his hot seed funneling down your throat, letting go of the back of your head. You slowly pulled your mouth from his cock, sitting back on your knees to swallow the rest of his load that remained in his mouth, dazed from having been fucked in the face a little too hard. Schlatt began to pull you up from the floor, pulling your shorts down in the process, so your went cunt sat directly on top of his now semi-flacid, worn out cock. 

“Princess, please. Enthuse me. What the fuck were you thinking?” He said, hand gripping your jaw to make sure you were looking at him, as he took his other hand to your folds, finding and beginning to play with your clit. Missing his touch, you let out a hiss before his motions stopped. “Answer me, princess.” 

“I…I…” you struggled to get your thoughts out, still being dick drunk as he began to slide his fingers in and out of you. “I heard how…frustrated you sounded on your call…figured I’d help…release some of your stress.” You managed to get out, as Schlatt nodded his head, quickening his pace as his fingers found your clit once more. 

“Oh yeah? Is that it? You definitely didn’t want to distract me from my work, right? Make me pause my last session of the day so you could get your quick fuck in, right? Make me absolutely lose my mind on camera, so you can watch later and relive the dirty memories only you and I share, right?” Every time he questioned your motive, he pressed harder on your clit, making you buck your hips against his hand, letting out a mewl from the back of your throat. 

“No! No Schlatt, I just…I wanted you to be satisfied!” You groaned as he took his hand away from your clit, picking you up and setting you face down on the bed next to his recording desk. 

“Mmmmm, well, princess, you certainly did satisfy me. Now’s my turn to satisfy you before I have to finish working, okay?” He asked, taking the tip of his dick to rub up and down your folds. Before you had a chance to respond, he began to plow into you, snaking his hands to your front, one to fondle your breast under your t-shirt, the other to reconnect with your clit, in hopes to overstimulate you. 

“Oh, shit, fuck, Schlatt…!” You couldn’t manage to think straight, your senses being overburdened from the simultaneous stimulation you were receiving all over your body. Schlatt ducked his head down in the crook of your neck, biting your earlobe before groaning in your ear, causing you to let out a moan you didn’t realize you were holding back.

“There we go, princess, let me hear just how good you’re feeling.” He groaned, nipping at your neck as his thrusts began to get sloppy. 

“Oh, Schlatt, oh, you’re doing so good…” you started to praise, feeling the familiar warmth beginning to brew in the pit of your stomach, “fuck, think I’m gonna come..” 

“Let it out baby, let me feel you come all over my cock…” He groaned, the moment he allowed you to release to felt yourself coming, feeling him pull out his cock to come on your back. Schlatt stood back for a moment, admiring how undone he made you, a mixture of his and your own come dripping down your thigh. He reached over to the nightstand he kept in the room (just in case of quickie moments such as this) to retrieve a cleanup cloth, making sure to be careful around your sensitive, swollen folds. 

Sitting back in his desk chair, he patted his lap, signalling you to come over and join him. You managed to stand, waddling over to him before straddling his lap once more. 

“As much as I loved that, toots, you can’t just interrupt my work like that.” He let out a low chuckle, turning his computer back on. 

“Sorry, just needed you, and could see how badly you needed some release..” you mumbled out, the post-come sleep beginning to hit your eyes.

“Listen, princess. Let me finish this, and then I’ll be back to take good care of you, okay?” He says, wrapping your legs around his waist as he began to carry you back to your bedroom. Setting you down, he covered your body with the blanket on the bed before pressing a quick kiss to your forehead. You nodded your head in a “yes,” knowing damn well by the time he was done recording, you would most certainly be passed out in bed. Schlatt let out a chuckle before turning off the lights, leaving you to rest from the ride your pussy just received. 

[manidk1273]

🎀 — Prodigy

You were the result of a one night stand, your mother tried to "baby-trap" Tony but of course that didn't work. Though, by law— (and since your mother was unstable) you were under the custody of your father, Tony Stark. As the years pass.. he notices a lot about you.

You were the only (known) child of Tony Stark by far. Being only 2 weeks old when the mess happened, you didn't even have a name— You were only given one once your father, Tony Stark won the case. He chose a wonderful name for you.

You couldn't be more grateful. Sure, you were unplanned and it was a little bit messy but he loves you so much. He calls you his greatest creation. You didn't disappoint too. Of course the Stark's were known as geniuses. And you weren't excluded.. in fact, you progressed so much faster than any of your predecessors that scientists wanted to study you at the age of 7 months old. Of course, as your legal guardian and awesome father, Tony immediately turned down the offer.

At age 2, you could already properly read and write. With perfect grammar, you could write long informative text— even stories.

At age 4, you already were learning the fundamentals of mathematics. Addition, Subtraction, Multiplication, Division. And since your father didn't want you to go to public or private schools (too many risks.) he hired personal tutors for you. You already were progressing faster than anyone he ever saw before, and he was so proud.

At age 5, You already could understand the simpler inventions your father made. And it was better since he would explain it step-by-step to you. And this was your favourite time of the day, not only because you get to learn but also because you get to spend time with your dad.

At age 6— your IQ was just.. off the charts. You were devouring knowledge, information like it was your favourite food! And as the caring, loving father Tony is, he happily provided you the things you need (including his love and care.).

You were the youngest of many things. You were already marked as a genius at age 2. Not only did he find out you were a genius an interesting characteristic of yours is that you NEVER, ever forget. You even remembered everything that happened when you were 2 weeks old. You remember the exact date, location and time.. it was insane.

At age 7, you were already competing with competitors 5 times your age. And surprisingly, you won every competition you were in. But of course, you're humble. (Pepper teaches you to always be humble.)

You never ceased to stop learning. It was your hobby, it was fun for you. Everything you read was always imprinted in your mind instantly.

Tony is just.. the definition of proud whenever you do something. Whether it be winning a simple chess match, quiz bee.. trivia, whatever. In fact, he has two whole rooms dedicated to you. With your certificates, trophies, medals. He's just so proud.

As he says,

“ You're my pride and joy, kid. ”

That's currently my first ever try writing in Tumblr, I don't usually write much anymore but I used to be a writer in Wattpad and AO3 😅

I'm sorry for any grammar mistakes I did, please point it out so I can fix them! Much appreciated.

Thank you so much if you reached the end, good day to you<3

[diy-fire-water-pups]

//hello to the mod! just wanna give a heads up about your blog's colors since they can get pretty straining to the eyes, other than that it's really cool! marshall! im gonna quiz you a little if you dont mind heh, (holds up TEN strips of juicy bacon)

number 1! hypothetically, if a person gets cardiac arrest what are the courses of action you should take? What if you don't know how to do CPR? I'm pretty sure you're trained to do CPR, but in the hypothetical situation where you don't, do you just do nothing while waiting for help to arrive?

number 2! what are the principles of radiation exposure?

number 3! Blood and bodily fluids must always be treated as ____________.

number 4! you came upon a casualty who has hit his head badly in a strange position: his legs are rigid and extended, with pointed and turned-in toes. his arms are straight and tense; his wrists are flexed outward and his fingers are curled, making his hands look like "e"s. Where do you think is the brain injury located?

and finally: what are the components of a fire tetrahedron?

you get two pieces of bacon for each correct answer, good luck!

A quiz? Sounds like a surprise test. Scary... But okay, let's see.

1- Well, this first one is easy. If you don't know how to perform CPR- and no, "I saw it in a movie" doesn't count as knowing how to do that- what you gotta do is call your local emergency number, like, immediately. You can't move the body under any circumstances, except if it's to take it away from risky situations such as explosion, fire, drowning, and even then, the most you can do is to place them on a flat surface and pull their head back up to open their respiratory tract. Now seriously, if you're not trained to do CPR, just DON'T, because you'll probably just make things WORSE. For example, if you do it wrong and blow air into their esophagus instead of their larynx, you'll risk making them throw up right on your face! 😖 Yuck!

2- Principles of radiation exposure... Justification, if exposure is really necessary or if it will bring benefits; Dose Limitation per individual and Optimization of Protection, like using as little exposure as possible and being as quick as possible. Now if you're talking about reducing exposure, then it's Time, Distance and Shielding, I guess.

3- Uh... Infectious substance, or object? I keep forgetting this.

4- What...? Okay, hold on, this is VERY specific, let me think. I didn't go that far with my training, I just work with whatever superficial injuries, sprains and fractures or broken bones. I leave specific stuff like that for the leveled up professionals at the actual hospitals, most I do in these cases is first aid to lessen further damage or blood loss, immobilization and take the victim to the nearest hospital for proper care. That being said... Hmm... Is it somewhere in the frontal lobe area? I forgot what it's called, but as far as I remember, that's the area responsible for limbs movement, so an injury there could result in limbs paralysis...? I think I'm shooting in the dark here.

5- Ah, now that's basic firefighting knowledge! The components of a Fire Tetrahedron are fuel, heat, oxygen, and a chemical chain reaction. You take any of these out, the fire will stop!

So... How did I go?

(( As for the blog colors, just so other people know, we sorted things out with another ask already XD One way or another I already made a couple subtle changes in post background and text colors in this blog's theme, what I'm "unable" to change is the colors I'm using for each pup because these are the very Tumblr text editor colors, so I need to adapt everything else to make these readable enough. ))

[tiredassmage]

what type of villain are you?

your honor, i do love a good uquiz diagnosing the diseases and problems of my fictional characters and also i might be slightly procrastinating a final paper. saw this one from @sasslett and simply could not resist :3 quiz link! for those who'd like.

swtor edition first!

tyr deckard - then let me be evil

You never wanted to hurt anyone, but the world never gave you a choice. You did the best you could with what you had, but every innocent mistake you made was held against you when it counted, every crossroads led you down the wrong path no matter which way you went. No matter what you did, the odds were stacked against you. It wasn't fair, and you are sick and tired of being told what a monster you are for things out of your control. Well, fine. They want a monster? YOU'LL GIVE THEM A MONSTER!

alucren ellery - the betrayer

You like to do things up close and personal. As personal as you can get. You are an excellent actor, and you do adore putting on a smile knowing your worst enemy, the one you hate the most, doesn't suspect a thing when they tell you their deepest secrets. Your only motivation is revenge, and revenge you shall get. Perhaps you loved them once, long ago, but any fondness for your target you once felt has long since warped and twisted into perverse obsession, laced with malice and venom and seething hatred. Good or evil does not matter to you. All that matters is they get what they deserve.

leo ashold - the coward

You didn't have another choice, honest! Have these people SEEN what the heroes are up against? It'd end you in an instant, whether that be a lovecraftian abomination with a hold on your soul, a rampaging monster that's destroying more than a hurricane and an earthquake could in one fell swoop, a shadow organization that has tabs on everyone you love and will end them in an instant, or just a particularly grumpy boss that might yell at you if you don't fall in with his excessively tyrannical methods, you can't go risking your neck for the poor saps that think they can stop it. No way, you're staying on the bad guy side, where it's SAFE.

rhyst delavast - for the greater good

Perhaps you do not believe what you are doing can truly be classified as evil. Perhaps some people will be hurt from the immediate consequences of your actions, but what the masses fail to see is the immense good that will come of your plans. Maybe you act in the name of science, or for your people who have fallen on great tragedy. Maybe you see cracks in a failing system and want to uproot it through chaotic, destructive means to avoid greater tragedy down the line. Maybe you're just in with a bad crowd, but you can't leave them, no matter how unsavory their intentions, because they're your only ticket to your ultimate goals. No matter what, your goals are noble, and you take no joy in wreaking havoc or hurting those in your way, but the evils you partake in are necessary. If you need to play the bad guy to ensure a better future, then you are willing to play that part.

savosta - no moral compass

You are cold, analytical, and you strive to be as objective as a person of flesh and blood can be. Either don't understand the concepts of good and evil, or you understand it perfectly and think it's a load of bull. Some may call you selfish, some may call you unfeeling, but you're just doing what you believe will yield the best results, plain and simple. Why bother with petty ideals of right or wrong when you can do what will actively help those you give a fuck about? Your goals may be selfish or noble or anything in between, but you will not let anyone make you feel like garbage for going after them. You couldn't care less about what people brand you as. You just care about getting shit done by any means necessary.

[fragileizywriting]

"luka! luka couffaine!" the reporter shouts, just as marinette's mother starts to call out her name.

"kitty, come look!" sabine calls from the cash register. "luka's on TV again."

"again?" she drawls, making her way over. her apron is stained full of frosting as she wipes her hands off on an edge, staring up at the TV that flanks the seating area of the diner. the entire bakery is quiet, watching the news, as the dazzling alpha perks at the mention of his name and smiles at the reporter who is doing her best to call him over for a quick interview. "he looks a little skinny, doesn't he?" marinette says absent-mindedly.

"anarka says that he doesn't eat all that much when he's on tour."

luka is sweaty, with that graphics tee plastered onto his chest in a way that has the reporter absolutely salivating with interest. an eclectic use of necklaces seem almost scattered across his strong pectorals; she spots the guitar pick she'd made for him all those years ago in the throng of random other jewelry. a dog tag. a crucifix. kitty section's band logo. all of it is coated in sweat and dew. his smile is wide and approachable anyway, peeks of alpha fangs poking from behind his lips. he's always wish-washy about if he wants to show them or not, not quite sure of himself if people want the alphaness to show or to keep it hidden like the world's worst kept secret.

"hi," luka says into the microphone nearly shoved into his sniffer. "sorry, i look like a mess right now. post-concert usually does that."

his hair is an absolute rats nest. he's definitely going to call her in a few hours and beg for help over video call on how to fix it.

"your performance was amazing as always," the reporter remarks. "we wanted to ask you a few questions; have you seen the latest dog or cat horoscope going around? we absolutely need to know if you've taken it."

luka's smile goes affectionate, though not quite exactly at the reporter or the way she twirls her hair with a finger. "yeah! yeah i took it a few hours ago-- a friend of mine sent it to me."

marinette had sent it on the notion that he would immediately reply with the usual: oh i saw this! i thought you don't believe in this?

you know i don't!

cool, but i do! so tell me what your results are?

it told me that you're a dogperson :P

huh. okay, okay, interesting... do you think i wag my tail whenever i see you, or something?

oh, luka. you poor man. didn't you realize you're whipped to all hell?

the two of them had bickered about it over text for a good hour before she'd gone to work and he'd gone to a stage rehearsal.

"we're dying to know if the quiz ended up telling you if you're a cat person or a dog person."

"i've got a cat at home," he teases. something about that look in his eyes as he looks down makes marinette's inside churn. she likes that. cat at home. his. posessive. his, his, his. his cat. "i wouldn't say the majority of my friends are cats, no, but the most important one in my life is definitely a cat."

sabine elbows her with a look. "see? he likes you."

marinette tries not to elbow her back. "i'm his best friend."

"what alpha has a best friend that's an omega, my love?"

"you wouldn't get it," marinette sighs. "if he'd liked me, don't you think he would've said something by now?"

the reporter looks unphased at luka's answer. "and did he take the test, too?"

"she's the one who sent to me."

"oh-- are you saying that your most important friend is a girl?"

there's where luka makes a face. "she's not watching this interview, so i can say this: she's my best friend in the whole wide world. if she heard me, she'd be gagging at this point-- that's why i'm saying she's definitely a cat. i named the band after her, too. that girl has been in my life since the beginning; it's her fault that i'm so successful."

marinette pinks.

"i love her a lot. my cat at home is probably my favorite thing about coming home after seeing my family, but at this point, she's a part of it, too."

the reporter is stunned.

marinette is stunned.

she checks out of the interview, walking back into the pantry, unsure if he means that romantically or platonically. best-friend-ically. and starts on a new sourloaf, wondering if she should admit that she loves him to the point it hurts.

[teddybeartoji]

so 🤓 i’ve noticed u and ari like doing uquizzes and it reminded me that i actually made one a while back.. it’s like a choose your own adventure kinda thing n it took a good minute to find the link to it again but here it is heh, i hope u like it :3

quiz: i assign you a type of dream !!! ⭐️

LOGANSHAHSAJGSHWDGJAGHDAHW HELLO??????????????? YOU CAN'T JUST CASUALLY SAY THAT YOU'VE MADE AN UQUIZ AND THEN EXPECT ME TO BE NORMAL??????????????????? LOGAN????

THIS WAS SO COOL???? HEHEHEHEHHE YOU KEEP GETTING COOLER AND COOLER I FEEL LIKE SUCH A LITTLE FANGIRL HEHEHEHEH WHO WAS THE PERSON BEHIND ME LOGAN I WANNA KNOW I WAS GETTING SO INTO IT AND THEN IT FUCKING ENDED AHHHHHH ur way too good at this smh....

lost dreams

a foggy, mysterious dream where you wake up and don't recall a single thing that happened. did i run across a busy intersection chasing down a supervillain, or was i the one being chased because i possessed the key to something unknown? did i see the face of my soulmate, or were they the personification of something entirely different? you're hard to read in the same way these dreams are - in the moment everything makes sense, until you wake up and suddenly it doesn't anymore.

anyway i'm just putting some mickey lore under here bc why not I LOVE DREAMS BTW i always have the most obscure ones too lmao

like just this week both barry keoghan and jacob elordi showed up in my dreams??? with barry it was literally just me being in a cinema after the film had just ended and then i saw him sitting a few rows in front of me and then i woke up??????? and with jacob it was just us on a bus, we had to stand up bc there was so many ppl there and the only thing i remember is that i was holding onto him and i had to crane my neck so badly just to look at him??????

and the result fits bc i usually remember exactly One Thing and nothing else and then nothing makes sense and it makes me so upset SIGHHHHHHHHHHH

okay but i wanna know what'd you get as the result lmao is that even a thing can the uquiz masters take their own quizzes? do you remember what answers lead to what results?? i hope not i really do want you to take it hehehehe AAANYWAYY THANK YOU LOGAN FOR THIS TREAT I LOVED IT SO MUCH KISS KISS KISS LOVE U

[shmowder]

🤯🖤🤯🖤 Ok, that settles it - I think I really will try to replay P2. Now it's all on my mind. Hello Darkness by Theodor Bastard my old friend 🫶 I feel kind of bad that I can't give much in the way of an intellectual reply, but please never worry about retelling anything I may already know (or getting too niche)! It's been two years since I played, and I'm realizing that I haven't retained many of the details, but rest assured I do enjoy reading your thoughts, and the passion you have for the game is contagious (I didn't realize I was making a plague related pun until it had already been typed...)!!

I totally get the "antagonist is your own ego" thing with Stardew. It can be frustrating trying to pace yourself when there's just so much to do, and knowing that it's impossible to do it all in one day. As far as villagers go - why am I suddenly picturing Bad Grief as, like, Redd from Animal Crossing, selling fake paintings? It must be the hair 😂 Yulia can help me plan out my farm because even when I was thriving in year 3, visually it was a bit of a mess, and I'm sure not laid out optimally.

Oooh how cool is that picture of the Executors bowing down before Aglaya... (as an aside, I took the quiz you linked to and Executor was my result lmao). And <333 I can't believe we have the same favorite characters. I'd be happy to read anything you write about them.

Something clicked when you used the word "gentle" when describing how Yulia is with Artemy. You're so right. I think part of the reason I'm drawn to her and Victor is they both seem to have a gentleness to them, or if not that then a stillness, quietness, introspection. And sadness. Even Aglaya for all her strict imposing presence has a sadness to her.

I did a little more poking around the P1 part of the Wiki - Sticky's animal being a kitten is the cutest thing in the WORLD 🥹

And thank you! Now I'm intrigued by this, shall we say, unorthodox emoji choice - but I understand if you don't want to say it 😆

I'm sorry you haven't been feeling well :( I hope things get better for you, and that you can find some relief through this blog ^^ I've been alright; I saw that you have a birthday coming up and mine was about a week ago! Gemini twins~

🐿️ anon

IT WAS YOUR BIRTHDAY LAST WEEK!! WE ARE TWINS HORRAY <33333 HAPPY LATE BIRTHDAY I MADE THIS FOR YOU

Don't mind the cupcake. They both assumed the other person's gonna bring the cake and had to improvise really quickly

Mine is still a few days away, hehe 6/9 hehehe. It's gonna be fun. It's why I originally started the "what the pathologic characters bring for your birthday" drabble series but my god it was the hardest writing exercise ever??? I was a shriveled up husk of a human afterwards and had to throw in the towel. I don't think I'll ever do the termites or humbles rip.

You did mention people that you liked my Hysteria fics and that made me very happy <3 It encouraged me to continue and write the last and third part, even compiled the drabbles and posted them on AO3 so they don't end up swallowed up and lost by tumblr's gutters.

I don't think of my replies or characters analysis as intellectual tbh, I'm just throwing up words and saying what's on mind. So I never expect anything high-brow or even well formmated in return. You're doing wonderful and your replies have been a real delight to recieve and read, I promise.

And yes, the gentleness! The three of them are aimlessly drifting in an ocean of melancholy. You get it! They seem cold and detached, but deep down, they're incredibly sensitive. They're calculated yet so full of emotions. They understand people, and they dig past the surface in other's until they fully comprehend their structure, evualting their core and understanding what gives them meaning. They're thoughtful in their own way that most people miss.

Take Victor, for example. He tends to be polite even while giving orders, using please and thank you even in the most miniscule of requests. The way he doesn't take fault to any of Artemy's mean comments or insults about him and the Kains, he doesn't take your hostility to heart and keeps talking and cooperating with you.

He's patient with Artemy, much like Yulia is gentle with you. He explains the structures and their purpose, he explains to you how time flows and works, he shares his plans for the future at the end of the game, condensing the complex visions into simple terms for you to understand, without being condcending and without being asked to.

Like when your teacher explains to a child why can birds fly, how planes work and why flight is such an achievement for humanity. He has the patience of a loving parent that wants to share his admiration for the innovations in the world with you. But he keeps himself grounded through all of it, doesn't let excitement nor passion steer him away from giving you his full attention when you interrupt with a question.

Even after that, he still extends an invitation for you to join him, to join them, the future awaiting just across the river, a world born anew. Saying, "Of course, you'll always be welcome there"—you—the one who destroyed the hopes and dreams of everything his family has ever amounted for. He still welcomes you with open arms, inviting the ripper along to the heavens.

-

Meanwhile, the player can almost make Aglaya tear in the literal first ingame meeting. Nothing major, just the hint of a few tears when you pick the sincere from the heart dialogue options the Haruspex is known for. It moves her, genuinely moves her.

And by that point, she still is apathetic towards Artemy and is burtal and efficient with her words. This isn't the soft loving Aglaya you get at the end of the game, this is the steel inquisitor Lilich you're being questioned by.

Yet she is almost moved to tears.

You know those types of people that bury themselves under 13 layers of irony to be able to even function? The people who can't self-actualize or speak sincerely in fear of being perceived as cringe? the people who refuse to take anything to heart no matter how raw or moving? Because it's safer to not let the world affect you, it's safer to shut out both the good and the bad. It's familiar.

Aglaya is on the far extreme opposite end of that. She looks for the meaning of life in everything, be it under a rock or over a bridge. She dissects everyone's words, she tests how much their weight would truly hold up against feathers in the brutal scales of her mind.

She isn't afraid to feel emotions. She isn't afraid to face herself and her vulnerability as a human being. To be raw and open, completely unphased by the spears piercing into her soft bare flesh because she knows pain is part of being human. That pain is the price of growing up. Part of the process of being a full-fledged being with a soul.

She is not controlled by her ego nor pride. She knows that she knows nothing which is the greatest strength she holds over all of the factions in pathologic, which is the sole reason she is able to outsmart and manipulation the bachelor himself in his own game of chess.

She understands pain, she understands happiness and she understands what it's like to not have a purpose. To struggle to survive when your life is at the mercy of the whims of children.

Aglaya is probably the most emotional character in all of Pathologic for how many feelings she contains and doesn't shy away from. The rollercoaster these 5 days have been to her since she arrived in town. Dealing with anger and revenge with Daniil, discovering trust, love, and a new meaning for life with Artemy, learning about powers beyond anyone's control with Clara.

It is ironic how she appears as the most cold and apathetic to onlookers based on their personal opinions of her.

Yet not even a single crack forms in her sanity. She accepts the theory of the town being alive almost immediately.

She thinks. Truly uses both her brain & heart, and doesn't make her decisions based on personal biases and gut feelings.

Cogito ergo eum

Therefore, she is.

-

On a last note, Sticky's animal being a kitten genuinely made my week so much better. I kept thinking about that fact whenever I was in a bad mood and how fitting it is since he clings after Artemy left and right, following him and fearing abandonment just because his dad took too long in the shower once ouch my heart. It's so fitting!!!

A cub and a kitten!!! what more could you ask for??

That detail definitely slipped me by, thank you so much for bringing it up to me. My life just got ten times better with that imagery in my head.

I hope you have a wonderful day! I had fun writing this <3 thanks for existing.

[my-own-walker]

Someone You've Never Seen Before

A Kyle Spencer Fan Fiction

frat!kyle AU, fem!main character, sexual themes, mature language, use of drugs and alcohol, frat boy antics

2.

I admit that there was an unfair, silent bias within me against frat guys. But, who could blame me? Their reputations preceded them. They always wore frat-branded clothes. They traveled in packs. They spoke and acted like idiots. They tended to be racist, homophobic, misogynistic, or some combination of all three. 

My first interaction with a frat guy during my freshman year at Tulane affirmed everything I had seen about them in the media. It was the first party Lily ever dragged me to. I wore my New England uniform; a sweater, docs, and loose-fitting jeans. 

Not even an hour into my time at Sig Chi, I heard a loud voice shout: "Yo! Who invited the lesbo?" right next to me. I turned in the direction of the voice and saw a Kappa Alpha brother staring right at me, laughing at my expense.

"Seriously?" I challenged him.

"Come on, Hannah," Lily spoke lowly into my ear, grabbing my hand to pull me away from the guy.

"Aw, the lesbian got mad at me!" the guy shouted. His comment was met with a cacophony of male laughter. Likely his Kappa Alpha brothers encouraging his bad behavior. 

From then on, I was wary of these males. I stayed clear of them, even at parties. I felt no remorse for stealing their alcohol, getting drunk, and leaving without getting to know a single one. I made sure to dress differently at parties after that, though. I couldn't risk another encounter of that nature.

My avoidance of these frat guys was directly challenged by the seating arrangement in my Calculus class, though. I had no idea that when Kyle Spencer sat next to me on the first day, that my fate would be sealed for the rest of the semester. There was something about Kyle that made me cringe. I knew nothing about him except for his frat status, and his tendency to act stupid.

He was willing to do anything to impress his frat brothers. He had been a human coat rack once at a party. At another, he got so belligerently drunk that he ended up asleep in the fountain outside the library --  2 miles from the party. This was all hearsay. I hadn't been there to witness those stunts, but there was photo evidence. I feared what he would do sitting just inches from me. What if a frat dare caused him to make some sort of mess in class, or ask me out as a joke? I felt funny just being near him. 

His egregious tendency to be late to class didn't help my case, either. By the time he arrived, there would be no other seat available than the one directly next to me. I had no choice but to have an obnoxious frat guy exist within my personal bubble. 

As it turns out, though, Kyle was impressively good at calculus. Like, inhuman. Despite barely paying attention during lectures, he finished the first weekly quiz with ease. I, on the other hand, was nearly the last person to hand in my paper. When we got the results the following Monday, I failed, while Kyle got a 90%. 

I decided it would be in my best interest to cheat on the next quiz by looking at his paper. We had a small quiz every Friday, testing our knowledge of what we had covered that week. The professor chose to do this in lieu of homework assignments. My notes were exhaustive and diligent, but still, I walked in on that Friday with an empty head, somehow having forgotten things I had learned just a day prior. 

Just as I suspected, the quiz got handed out, and I was hopelessly clueless. I didn't cheat often, so I wasn't used to looking inconspicuous. I feigned a stretch and looked over at Kyle's paper, for probably a touch too long. His head snapped in my direction. He let out a laugh and covered his quiz with his hand.

Oh, so we're the perfect little suck-up, are we, Spencer? I thought.

I struggled through the rest of the quiz. Kyle stood to hand his in. He was the first in the whole class. I shot a glare in his direction as he walked back to his seat to grab his bag. We were told we were dismissed as soon as we finished, so he smiled and left. I cursed him out in my thoughts and turned my attention back to my own quiz, which I was surely about to fail. 

I ended up leaving about half of the damn thing blank before time was called.  I slumped back in my seat with a huff and began to pack up my things. Almost the entire class had already filed out so I rushed to get out to get some lunch. I sighed, vowing to get as drunk as possible as soon as I could. I stepped out of the room into the bright daylight of the afternoon. The sun's light on the pavement was nearly blinding. I shaded my eyes with my hand as I walked in the direction of my apartment.

"You gotta be slicker than that," a voice called out behind me, followed by a chuckle. I turned and saw Kyle sitting on the half-wall outside the building with Archie. Both of them stared at me, smiling condescendingly. I spun on my heel and walked away, waiting until I was a good enough distance away to cry. I didn't want them to know they had gotten a rise out of me. 

Fuck you, Kyle Spencer, I thought, tears streaming down my face as I turned down my street.

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[cjwritesforyou]

College Freshman Chapter 10

Chapter 10! of College Freshman, uploaded at 1EST everyday.

They are awaiting quiz results. Will it be like last time there were test results?

Angelina had her hands clasped and was waiting. She had all her things out, she was just waiting for the quiz results. It might not matter to most, but it mattered to her. Molly walked in and saw Angie’s eyes shut and her praying.

“This again?” Molly said.

“You should too,” Angie said. “It’s a good omen. And you need it.”

“I need it?”

“Well, you don’t need it. It would help.”

“So what am I supposed to do?”

“Be like me,” Angie offered with0ut ever opening her eyes. She had gotten good at that. “Close your eyes, clasp your hands, and pray that you did well on the quiz.”

“Like this?” Molly asked.

“I can’t open my eyes right now.”

“You mean you won’t?”

“You’re right. I won’t open my eyes right now. No point in making my chances worse.”

The two of them sat in silence and waited for the professor. They both had their eyes closed. Some time passed and the door kept opening. She heard a familiar voice.

“This again?” Thomas said.

“This again,” Angelina answered.

“And you roped your friend into doing this too?”

Angelina imagined Thomas was staring at them both, although she was keeping her eyes shut. He was still stopped and looking from person to person like they were crazy.

“We need good scores,” Molly said.

“Do you?” Thomas asked.

“We do. You don’t,” Angelina said.

“Of course I need a good score,” Thomas scoffed. “I have to get a good score.”

“But you don’t need to do anything to get one,” Angelina said.

“I don’t need to pray. It was a quiz.”

“That’s what makes it important!” Angelina said. “I can level with you here.”

“Whatever you say,” Thomas said, and plunked down in an empty seat. He was still watching their shenanigans, like it was the most interesting thing of the day. He wasn’t the only one watching, either. The girls didn’t care.

Angie heard the door open and dress shoes hit the floor.

“Good morning,” the professor said.

“Good morning,” a few students grumbled.

“I have your quizzes. Graded.”

“Ooh,” a few students said.

Angie opened her eyes. There was nothing more she could do now. She turned around to face Molly. She still had her eyes shut, so Angie pinched her cheeks.

“Ow!” Molly said.

Angie turned around and sat up in her seat. The professor started handing back quizzes to people he knew on the other side of the room. Angie thought he guessed with some names.

“We don’t have to do that anymore?” Molly whispered.

“There’s no point now,” Angie said.

The professor started making his way around the room and passed hers back. Turned over. Angie peeked first and didn’t see any red marker on the bottom. She closed her eyes and flipped the paper. She got a perfect score! She was ecstatic. She turned and saw the professor walking back. He had given out every paper he had.

Angie turned to Molly first and Molly smiled. Angie was confused. Molly held up her paper and she only had two wrong! The studying did help her. Angie high-fived her and looked at Thomas. He was asleep. Probably up late writing some paper.

Angie took a piece of her paper off and looked up at the professor. He was going to give them a minute to check their scores. She scrunched up the paper and made sure it was tight. When it was ready, she aimed, and threw it at Thomas.

He woke up and looked around. Thomas found Angie’s set of eyeballs and she was motioning with her hands.

“What?” Thomas said.

“Shush,” the professor said.

“Sorry.”

Thomas tried motioning but remained silent. He couldn’t tell what Angelina was trying to get at. She got frustrated and pulled out her phone, pointing to it in front of him. He gave an ok symbol back and Angelina started typing to him.

What was your score? she said. On the quiz.

Thomas looked at her and Angelina looked up. He gave her a look like it wasn’t this hard, and she didn’t like that. Thomas held up his paper. Perfect score, of course. What did she expect from him?

Thomas made sure she saw it and went back to sleeping. The class was too easy for him.

When the professor finished going over the quiz and lectured, he said his goodbyes to the class and left. The dress shoes stomped right out of the class. She looked back and still saw Thomas asleep.

“Leave him,” Molly said. “It’ll be funny.”

Angie shrugged her shoulders and packed up to leave. They had to make it to Biology class, and were already at the door. When she looked back, Thomas was in the same position. She giggled to herself but Molly laughed too, and they left the class in laughter, like usual.

After Biology Angie checked her phone and found a notification from Thomas. She opened it and read what he had to say.

You should’ve woke me up, he texted.

You got a perfect score, she replied.

So did you! he responded right away.

Your case is different, though.

You can still wake me up!

You deserved it.

I didn’t deserve being made fun of by the next class!

You did. Angie texted and slipped the phone back in her pocket. If anyone needed that embarrassment, it was Thomas. And it was funny.

[tsururoach]

i was so curious about what yjh’s description said since i saw a few say they got him in your orv poll but no one was posting screenshots, and i am so glad i apparently had enough of a grasp on him to get his result first try

as for what i actually got beforehand; it was kdj, as expected

If other people are curious, this is the result... Honestly I'm super relieved that when trying to get him you managed to! While I did general tests for the Kimcom to see how accurate my answers were, that obviously has innate bias as I was the one who made the quiz.

If you wanted some elaboration... with some spoilers that I couldn't include on the quiz description:

As a general disclaimer, I don't think my quiz is anything final. Not even close to be honest. It's my personal belief that the ORV that we've read is all a different story. Not because difference in translation or distributors, but because of the different readers.

Each of us had our own meaning and our own belief of the characters- and that means we all got a different 'story' from ORV. Clearly, there is some character aspects that are relatively unarguable to what is canon, but there is going to small differences based on how we see Kim Dokja's perspective of the world... and our perspective of him.

Yoo Joonghyuk is a strong, strong character. No, a strong person. He is someone who cares too much, and I feel like it's something not noticed enough. Or, perhaps, can never be noticed enough.

"It is because he is weak that he is strong." or is it "Because he is strong, he is so undeniably weak."

Even before the apocalypse in TWSA, he held this kind of responsibility as well. He had to be steadfast and reliable. He has a sense of responsibility and by god he's not going betray that. But to what cost? What could he rely on?

From the very beginning- from the very start, did Yoo Joonghyuk have anyone to rely on? It was only a man and his younger sister, what could possibly be there for him?

I feel like a lot of people tend to think that YJH is more aloof than he actually is. That nothing matters so long as he achieves his goals. I beg to differ, and I'd do it on my hands on knees.

YJH 'caring about his image' may seem far off... but it really isn't? Perhaps my phrasing was poor, but I don't think YJH knows how to feel weak. Well, he has to learn how to be weak in front of others. And for the record, I don't even think it started because of the apocalypse. YJH is someone tied to responsibility. Not that kind of cold apathic responsibility, but the one made delicately out of love.

YJH's sacrifice and KDJ's sacrifice is kind of funny in that way. YJH tries to save his family by living. KDJ tries to save them by dying instead. YJH needs to live, needs to continue, needs to find the solution, so he can go back to the family and bring them with him.

I'd be hard pressed to call YJH simple, but he definitely defines himself in a way you would call simple? He definitely knows himself enough to know what he wants and what he should do- even if KDJ calls it into question more than he should... I guess you can say he can think well? Even when it's difficult for him to verbalize as such.

Is it too much to say of the main trio, YJH is definitely the one who loves the most. YJH... I feel like probably couldn't handle that 'empathy' or kindness he offers to those he trusts being 'weak.' Which I suppose is why it's such a big deal that he has trust issues. It's honestly why the 1st turn is the one I'm the most curious about (not the 0th!) Because it's the turn that we assume YJH started off of. Which in hindsight, isn't that clever? Starting at 0 instead of 1?

How is that YJH who went through the apocalypse for the 'first' time with little help and no knowledge? How did he cope? Just how much did that infallible protagonist change? Not only that... remember that the YJH we start off is supposed to be the '3rd' turn. What happened to get from point 1 to 3?

Anyways, as for the quiz... Since this has run a bit long, let me review the questions that had YJH in mind. (also to note, since it's been a while, I did actually make sure the results are relatively equal save for the minor minor characters.)

4-5. Love language

YJH to me... It's definitely words of affirmation? Like all things aside, no ship nothing like that- but isn't that what helped him become the YJH we meet at the end of the novel? KDJ talking to him?

The affirmation that he could and should go on? That his life- no, this life matters? That just because he could theoretically continue, doesn't mean 'this' life is worthless?

That there is hope to go on the next day?

While love language isn't absolute- he absolutely could find it in simply just presence alone, it's definitely the most important. It's important for him to hear all of these things and more.

As for the expression of love language... YJH expresses it the most through acts of service, and I kind of expect that to be obvious enough... Though I can see him thinking his words matter a lot as well... Even if it's rougher than he intends, I think that the acts of service is more.. instinctive? While the words are intended.

8. Webnovel prompt

To be honest this question was mostly something to lay off of the tediousness of the quiz. Something on the sillier end even though I looked through it... Yoo Joonghyuk.. Definitely is someone who craves normalcy though. Okay. Like I get he's a gamer and all that, but he's just so tired. He deserves it- and that... is kind of what he was looking for, wasn't it? Like Yoo Sangah, even if it didn't have KDJ originally, didn't he crave family and a peaceful way of living?

18. Pick something in the future.

'To keep the future my own'

Yoo Joonghyuk wants to control his own life- his own future. Isn't that why the fact he is the one responsible for writing part of ORV so important? He did it, he escaped the story and became his own person out of the bounds of the constellations. He is a hero, but most importantly, he is himself.

He made that decision and that is what makes him, him.

21. Fanfiction cliffhanger

This one is the one that makes me wish that you can make the questions be worth more or less (though I ended up balancing it out a little.)

However, I will stand by my answer for YJH.

"It'd be fine, to sacrifice mind and soul, if it meant I'd die knowing the love for you."

I... Can see how it's a bit weird, and maybe too romantic for him? But I mostly brought it up here because I think... Yoo Joonghyuk would hate to lose his emotions and care? I think the thought of forgetting who he cares for and forgetting what he did to and for them, is something more painful than dying. It's more painful than regressing so much- because that is a loss that sticks with him more?

I could elaborate more on this, but I'm not the most eloquent person out there.

75. Safe Emotion

For Yoo Joonghyuk, I think he finds anger is a safe emotion. Not because it's the one he's most familiar with nor is it the one he adheres to most- but because it's the one he understands best? Not understand as in he's felt most often, but because it's the most straightforward of emotions to him. He knows when to be angry and what it means to be angry.

83. Does the End Justify the mean.

This is one of the questions where I wish I separated YJH more than just SP, simply because it really is more than that? And honestly I feel like if I'm going to be wrong about characterization, this one would be the question I feel like it's most fair for.

YJH does not think the end justifies the means... I think SP does...? But I also feel like that changes. But I really can't just separate those iterations of YJH in any clean way anyways, so this is what it will be.

84. (not YJH but I'm adding it) Isn't it fucked up for the superpower question I put 'flight' for OD. Isn't that messed up. Looking over the quiz again that's soooo fucked up of me.

95. Boundaries

I feel like YJH is willing to let go of his boundaries but it's not as easy as he can let it seem? I feel like the consequences of him overstepping his own boundaries are definitely a lot more than he exposes, but if he's allowed the time to process the decision, he's willing anyways.

99. Which one is strongest to you?

Hope. YJH is a character who embodies hope. He is hope and he is always in an endless journey to chase it. He is OD's hope. He is KDJ's hope. He is the hope of HSY and the others of the apocalyptic world. In the Epilogue... he's willing to be Kimcom's eternal hope.

He is innately a hopeful person. He faulters, but anyone would. He's human. And humans will hope before they despair- they will hope in despair. Yoo Joonghyuk is hope.

And it makes sense he would understand that.

[tincansamurai]

a long post about my exp figuring out gender

i'm seriously so glad that it's so easy to find information about gender these days. just knowing certain things are possible is so important to figuring out who you are.

when i was like 11 and becoming a Junior Poster, even with all the lurking i did i only saw people talk about trans women. of course, this was because people are fucking horrible and love to make fun of trans women. i liked to read webcomics and therefore also read people talking about webcomics and webcomic drama. there was this one woman who got shit on all the time. her webcomic was bad, that's true, but there was also a lot of precursor-kiwi-farms type shit about her personal life and her other website about being trans. people were accusing her of being a groomer (wow! things sure have changed!) because she had a quiz up for boys to take to see if they were trans. for some reason who knows why i was really fascinated by this and read a lot of drama about other gender-y webcomics, and of course i took that quiz. the result was essentially "you're not trans, you're a regular boy." i didn't really know that you could be trans in a way other than being transfem, so i just kinda shrugged and went "ok, i'm not trans". like, i wasn't stupid, and even the tg fetish webcomics everyone liked to laugh at included women turning into men sometimes. but no one talked about those fictional moments with the same terms, and i didn't have any examples of real life people, so i guess i assumed that transmasculinity was a separate, theoretical thing. and if it was only theoretical it couldn't apply to me, of course.

then when i was around 13 or 14 i was reading tab's khaos komix and when a gay trans dude was introduced i kind of broke. like, wait, you can be trans in that direction, for real? wait, you can be trans AND gay?? two big parts of why it was obvious i wasn't trans crashed around me and i absolutely had a crisis about it. entirely internal, of course, because i knew how much everyone hated trans women. and if they thought being a trans woman was stupid and fake, there was no way this new (to me) thing would be well received either. i can perfectly picture standing in the shower, staring at the faucet handle, completely still - or more like stuck, and thinking "i'm a gay man". without qualifiers and everything, no "i think" or "i might be", like i 100% came to that conclusion. it made sense.

i talked myself out of it because it was terrifying. some of the stuff i used to talk myself out of it turned out to not be signs i wasn't trans, but signs i wasn't binary, but i wouldn't know that existed for even longer. plus i had mentally shock therapied myself hard enough that when i did find out you could be nonbinary, i avoided learning more. honestly thank god for tumblr and patient art school mutuals, who have probably (more like hopefully) completely forgotten me arguing with them about how nonbinary identities don't make sense, lol. sorry for being a dickhead. but thanks to this space i couldn't avoid exposure anymore, and that was really good for me. i can't even imagine how miserable i would be. actually that's a lie, i can picture it pretty easily lol.

anyway the fact that kids can get online and learn about just about any kind of gender anybody has ever thought of, and find real people talking about their experiences, and form or join any kind of community about those shared experiences is so so good. meeting nonbinary kids makes me so fucking happy. i'm so glad that it's at least a little easier to figure out who you are these days.

[qvarrelsome]

╰ ┈ [ ewan mcgregor , fifty , cis male , he/his ] in the time of dragons , MATARYS MARTELL NEE TARGARYEN is entering the game of thrones . said to be compassionate + vivacious , we can only hope that is the case as regrettably they are also well known to be absent-minded + garrulous . when asked about them , people are always reminded of a kind smile & a twinkle in his eyes; a vacant expression, a clear sign that one's mind is elsewhere and long, restless nights of little sleep . though they are the RULING PRINCE OF THE TOWER OF JOY , their true loyalties lie with houses targaryen & martell and rumour has it that if given the choice they would support THE PEACE TREATY above all else . those of us in the shadows wish them luck and can only hope they will survive what is to come .

basics

name: matarys martell nee targaryen

age: fifty

title: ruling prince of the tower of joy

allegiance: houses targaryen & martell

gender, pronouns: cis male & he/his

sexuality: bisexual, biromantic

martial status: happily married

familial

father: king jaehaerys iii targaryen

mother: gwaenn belaerys

siblings: lucerys targaryen

extended family: there are a lot of them

spouse: the ruling princess of the tower of joy

children: tbd.

dragon

name: joffrey (many people tried to convince him to change this, unfortunately it stuck)

coloring: color palette.

characteristics: as far as dragon's go, joffrey is considerably friendly. he'll allow people to approach, event pet him, along as matarys is present. he is also incredibly loyal to his rider.

physical

hair color: brown

eye color: blue

height: 5'10''

build: athletic

personality

traits: absent-minded, garrulous, compassionate, vivacious

mbti: enfp

temperament: sanguine

moral alignment: lawful neutral

character parallels: scott lang (ant-man), theodore laurence (little women), jason mendoza (the good place), click here for characters quiz results.

biography -

the younger of the sons born to king jaehaerys iii and his wife gwaenn belaerys, the spare as some would say. and while it was true, no one ever expected matarys to ascend the throne he wasn't treated any differently.

he was never jealous of his older brother either, he saw the pressures placed on lucerys and found himself feeling quite relieved he'd never have to experience them.

on top of this, he was a remarkably well-behaved child, doing everything that was expected of him and more. it wasn't long before his parents started using him for "diplomatic" purposes, sending him to visit the houses of westeros.

matarys absolutely loved getting to travel the continent, meeting new people and representing his house. he quickly discovered just how much he enjoyed being away from king's landing. but it was his home, and he loved his family so he always made a point of returning.

he made his first visit to essos at the age of twenty - visiting braavos, lys, pentos and volantis before returning home. he's returned several times over the years, always returning with new luxuries and stories.

MORE DETAILS TBD. sometime around his twenty fifth birthday, matarys married the princess of the tower of joy. it was arranged, but he didn't mind, and he came to love his wife very much. he took her last name.

they would go on to adopt three children. being a husband & dad is his absolute favorite thing in the world ! he loves to brag about his children !

fun facts -

being a husband & a dad are literally his favorite things in the world. he loves to brag about his wife & kids and could easily talk about them for hours.

i have no doubt in my mind this man would be a swiftie.

he's honestly not that smart, but he doesn't let it affect him. granted this hasn't been much of a problem considering he's a prince. it's also possible he has some sort of learning disability.

this man has an incredibly short attention span.

he's never been much of a fighter, per say, but he's not a pacifist. he just doesn't enjoy participating in tourneys. though he does enjoy watching them.

he is incredibly politically savvy, but he doesn't care much for politics.

he's somewhat of a collector, collecting art and trinkets from around the world. there's no particular rhyme or reason to any of the items he collects, he just finds them to be neat !

wanted connections -

his wife & children.

friends. i want him to have all the friends okay ! he's just incredibly friendly, i feel like it would make sense for him to have a lot of friends.

exes. from his youth ! seeing as he spent a considerable amount of time traveling the continent, i think it'd make sense that he has more than a few exes. because he knew he'd never be staying in one place for too long, i'd like to imagine they ended on good terms !

possibly a paramour. this one will have to wait until after we get his wife, but it's a possibility !

honestly any type of wanted connection is welcome !

[sinsofsinister]

— what form of love does your ship embody?

snagged this from @chuckhansen bc it looked fun. i always love going insane for ocs and this is just more of that. basically just putting some ships through this quiz and posting the results :)

[FFXIV] Hawu x G'raha ; love as light [ love as a luminous force—warm, radiant, and golden ] when mary oliver wrote "light of the world hold me” and when charles bukowski said “I look at her and light goes all through me” and when david viscott said “to love and be loved is to feel the sun from both sides”and when e. e. cummings said “lovers alone wear sunlight”

[SKYRIM] Farathilith x Veezara ; love as violence [ love as bloodshed, crimson as a knife slipped between your ribs ] when ocean vuong said "to arrive at love, then, is to arrive through obliteration" and when franz kafka said "you are the knife i turn inside myself; that is love" and when ada limon said "how do you love? like a fist. like a knife" and when richard siken said "sorry about the blood in your mouth. i wish it was mine"

[NEVERWINTER] Lorakalyn x Belxiron ; love as religion [ love as the sole object of your reverence--nothing about you is holy, but maybe your love for another is ] when sappho said "in the crooks of your body i find my religion" and when the cast of les mis sang "to love another person is to see the face of God" and when halsey said "i found God, i found him in a lover" and when katherine philips wrote "to the dull angry world let's prove there's a religion in our love"

[D&D AU] Baha x Eli ; love as a choice [ love is beautiful because it's built deliberately ] when casey mcquinston wrote "that's the choice. i love him, with all that, because of all that, on purpose. i love him on purpose" and when jenny slate tweeted "i just want someone to grab my little face and scream on purpose, on purpose i am going to care about you" and when jodi picoult wrote "after fifteen years, love isn't just a feeling. it's a choice" and when the good place said "if soulmates do exist, they're not found they're made"

[D&D AU] Baha x Caleb ; love as being known [ love is knowing all of someone and loving them anyway ] when tim kreider said "if we want the rewards of being loved we have to submit to the mortifying ordeal of being known" and when joe wright said "The idea that these two people know each other, knew each other when they first saw each other. That they recognized each other from their future" and when micah nemerever said "it was a relief and a horror to be known so perfectly"

[DESTINY 2] Vasra x Soph/Volri/Crow ; love as tenderness [ love as gentleness after a lifetime of cruelty ] when ocean vuong said "sometimes being offered tenderness feels like the very proof that you've been ruined" and when pablo neruda said "like a jar you housed the infinite tenderness and the infinite oblivion shattered you like a jar" and when anais mitchell wrote "all i've ever known is how to hold my own, and now i wanna hold you, too”

[the-universe-in-our-mind]

LOVE AS QUIZ...

Got tagged by @dickytwister to do this uquiz here for my OCs! Tagging anyone who wants to do it, feel free to tag me so I can see your results too!

Nate x Alizée (MCU): Nate: love as tenderness [ love as gentleness after a lifetime of cruelty ] when ocean vuong said "sometimes being offered tenderness feels like the very proof that you've been ruined" and when pablo neruda said "like a jar you housed the infinite tenderness and the infinite oblivion shattered you like a jar" and when anais mitchell wrote "all i've ever known is how to hold my own, and now i wanna hold you, too”

Alizée: love as light [ love as a luminous force—warm, radiant, and golden ] when mary oliver wrote "light of the world hold me” and when charles bukowski said “I look at her and light goes all through me” and when david viscott said “to love and be loved is to feel the sun from both sides”and when e. e. cummings said “lovers alone wear sunlight”

Leo (OC) x Alex (SDV): love as devotion [ devotion: love, loyalty, or enthusiasm for a person, activity, or cause ] when ruth said to naomi "where you go, i will go, and where you stay, i will stay. your people will be my people, and your God my God" and when hozier sang "i'll be the dreadful need from the devotee that drove [orpheus] underground" and when deathcab for cutie sang "if there's no one beside you when your soul embarks, i will follow you into the dark"

Maïa x Felix x Rime: love as a choice [ love is beautiful because it's built deliberately ] when casey mcquinston wrote "that's the choice. i love him, with all that, because of all that, on purpose. i love him on purpose" and when jenny slate tweeted "i just want someone to grab my little face and scream on purpose, on purpose i am going to care about you" and when jodi picoult wrote "after fifteen years, love isn't just a feeling. it's a choice" and when the good place said "if soulmates do exist, they're not found they're made"

Felicia x Logan (OCs): love as tenderness [ love as gentleness after a lifetime of cruelty ] when ocean vuong said "sometimes being offered tenderness feels like the very proof that you've been ruined" and when pablo neruda said "like a jar you housed the infinite tenderness and the infinite oblivion shattered you like a jar" and when anais mitchell wrote "all i've ever known is how to hold my own, and now i wanna hold you, too”

Lilly (OC) x Elliot (SDV): love as religion [ love as the sole object of your reverence--nothing about you is holy, but maybe your love for another is ] when sappho said "in the crooks of your body i find my religion" and when the cast of les mis sang "to love another person is to see the face of God" and when halsey said "i found God, i found him in a lover" and when katherine philips wrote "to the dull angry world let's prove there's a religion in our love"

Mai x Lea (Shadowhunters): love as being known [ love is knowing all of someone and loving them anyway ] when tim kreider said "if we want the rewards of being loved we have to submit to the mortifying ordeal of being known" and when joe wright said "The idea that these two people know each other, knew each other when they first saw each other. That they recognized each other from their future" and when micah nemerever said "it was a relief and a horror to be known so perfectly"