#look at me. look at me. i am a FE engage defender. do you know how tired i am

[felikatze]

the more i try to interpret art of any kind the more i grow to hate "it just doesn't make sense" as criticism

because very often it's not used to talk about fumbled execution. it's not about scene-to-scene inconsistency, it's not about contradictions, it's denying intent

criticism like "it just doesn't make sense" "it's just bad writing" and similar are ways to shut down any attempts to actually interface with a given work. it is denying it any authorial intent. it is denying a work coherence, it is denying a work purpose, impact.

"it just doesn't make sense" does it? or are you refusing to draw conclusions out of what is given to you?

"it just doesn't make sense" and does that matter? does the beat by beat sensicality of a work matter if it still manages to draw a reaction out of you? did you understand what themes it talked about? did it make you feel something? did it provoke thought in you?

well. did it? if so, what does it matter? many "nonsensical" works flirt with the esoteric on purpose, prioritizing impact over coherence, and that is not just "what drugs were they on when they made this", it is a deliberate choice.

"it's just bad writing" is a related, albeit still different, complaint, that also shuts down intent. similarly, it regards a work as Inherently Flawed. Just like lack of sense must be merely shoddy construction in all cases, bad writing cannot deign to tell any story at all.

so much of criticism is just a refusal to meet stories and art as a whole from the place it is speaking from. i fucking beg. think about the works you engage with. what do they make me feel? what aspects of them make me feel this way? what message is it trying to tell? how is this being told?

YES flawed execution and genuine plot holes (as in, failure to convey information to the detriment of the work) do exist and do deserve criticism, but even if a work is flawed in this way, try and look beyond that, to see what it does deliver on. because a lot of the time, you can still find that grain of good in something slapdash and terrible.

[mbti-notes]

Anon wrote: Hi INFJ here. I have self-worth issues probably due to being small and petite. I'm shorter than most of my family members and many people on the street. This makes me feel insecure and unable to defend and protect myself or loved ones and look efficient and trustable. One reason is that I think it can make me an easier target to take advantage of, insult, boss, dominate, threaten, harm, punch, fight, not take seriously or disrespect.

I generally try to be peaceful and nice or at least neutral to people. But occasionally I face people or situations where I may be disrespected, insulted or provoked in some way. Or situation where I have to choose to stand my ground or be a pushover.

The problem is that I am not confident in my abilities to handle these kinds of situations correctly, and usually engage in avoidant strategies and then later ruminating and self-blaming.

In awkward situations like rude drivers or road rage, rude clerks or office workers, mean coworkers or etc, I try to convince myself that avoiding confrontation is the best and the safest. Cause I never know what these people could do. Also, having a confrontation or standing my ground may cause a terrible emotional reaction in me, which can stay in my mind as a traumatic memory forever, and it may also change people's impression of me which I may regret. Or the person may find me an easy target due to my small built and may start attacking and beating me.

I wish I were taller, stronger and more charismatic, so people wouldn't dare doing any of those things to me. I also wish I could be better at confrontation, awkward feelings, handling interpersonal issues, insults or mean people correctly.

My mind is often occupied with these kinds of thoughts and regrets. Seeing other people being used or disrespected, hearing their stories, or watching movie characters being bullied, abused, beaten or not being able to stand their ground triggers or aggravates these thinking patterns and makes me more anxious.

Even my family members want me to be more confrontational and assertive or even a bit aggressive.

So, I think my interpersonal skills are not enough for adult life. Here's why :

1_ I'm small-built and also shy and introvert, which probably makes people think of as an easier and weaker target. And I wouldn't be able to defend myself against a taller and stronger person.

2_ I'm afraid of my awkward emotional reaction towards people yelling at me or insulting me. But avoiding confrontations and not standing my ground can also make me blame myself.

3_ I tend to care about fairness, and lack of it within the society can make me furious. But society and people are not always fair.

4_ I care about what other people might think or say behind my back, and its impact on my reputation or future. So by people-pleasing or at least not bothering people, even if it means not defending or asserting myself, I try to stay under the radar.

5_ And I don't really know when I should just let it go and de-escalate or keep quiet, avoid, stand my ground, fight back, insult back, etc.

I have read books, watched youtube videos, but I still haven't been able to fix this problem or change myself. I sometimes think it means I might have mild autism and these deficits can never be fixed. Other times I relate it to high Fe and low Se (due to being an INFJ).

I really need your help. Where and how should I start?

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Do you know the story of The Ugly Duckling? I interpret the story as being about perception, specifically, how easy it is for perception to be wrong, as well as how quickly a minor flaw in perception can escalate into a majorly faulty belief system. It sounds like your perception has been distorted and now you hold faulty beliefs that need to be corrected. Since you lack self-confidence, you tend to catastrophize - your mind always jumps to the worst possibilities.

You say self-worth issues are "due to" being petite. This is a faulty belief. If being petite causes low self-worth, one would expect every petite person to have low self-worth. Is that the case? Not at all. A lot of people are below average height and live fine. In fact, you'd be surprised at how many well-known people are/were actually quite small in stature, just off the top of my head: Gandhi, Prince, Danny Devito, Sabrina Carpenter, Peter Dinklage, Judy Garland.

If being petite is not the actual cause of low self-worth, then what is? "Worth" relates to the method you use to make value judgments, so if you are always coming to unreasonably negative judgments about yourself, there is a problem with your value system. Do you believe that a below average sized person has less value than an average or above average sized person? You must believe it, otherwise, you wouldn't think that you are worth less than others, and you would not wish to be bigger and taller in order to be worth more.

Perhaps you don't personally believe that petite people have no value, so you claim that it is "society" which believes they have no value, and you are a victim of society. Is that true, though? Or is this another faulty belief? You said smaller people get bullied because they are easier targets, so, it's not because they are worthless - that's an important difference. Bullies chose you because they couldn't handle someone their own size or bigger. Therefore, the bullying did not have any relation to your self-worth; what it actually reflected was the bully's cowardice.

Why is it that many petite people don't get bullied? Some of it is down to luck; perhaps you've been unlucky in meeting lots of jerks throughout life. But some of it is down to your attitude. The impression that you leave on people plays a big role in how they approach you. For example, when you look down upon yourself, you teach others that it's okay to look down upon you too.

If you are always anxious and cowering in fear, treating every person as a potential threat, what does that communicate to people? Unfortunately, it communicates that you are an easy target. If you are always expecting to get dominated and bullied, you're more likely to attract bullies to your doorstep. Physical size isn't actually as important a factor as how you present yourself to people. When INFJs haven't developed Fe properly, they don't have a realistic view of how they come across to others.

Don't get me wrong, this isn't about blaming the victim. The people who bullied you were wrong. You don't deserve mistreatment. The problem is that bullying is a form of trauma, and trauma distorts the mind. It makes you hypersensitive to social threats, even seeing threats where there are none. And it also makes you hypersensitive to the things that you were bullied about, in this case, your physical size.

The other day, I had to hire someone to do household repairs. On the day of the repair, this tall dude arrives and could barely fit through the door. As he was walking down some stairs, he bumped his head on a lower part of the ceiling that he didn't notice because he was carrying a lot of tools. I felt so bad for him and I tried to monitor his head safety thereafter. Unfortunately, he's had lots of experience hitting his head on various things.

With your past experience, all you can see is how being petite is a "deficiency". As such, envy blinds you to the possibility that being larger can be a curse and being petite can actually be a gift. This repair guy was often admired for his stature, but he actually viewed his tallness as a "deficiency" all his life. From his perspective, smaller people have a great life because they don't always feel like they're in the way and can easily fit comfortably into any space.

Everyone has sore spots. Sore spots are things you feel insecure or hypersensitive about because of a perceived (psychological or physical) deficit. However, what you haven't understood is that what gets classified as a "deficit" is often a mere matter of perspective. The lesson of The Ugly Duckling story is that his perception of himself was wrong because he had been misled to believe that he was abnormal and deficient by others. This story teaches you that what one person experiences as a "deficiency", another person might experience as an "advantage".

Thus, the key to overcoming your hypersensitivity is to learn how to change your perspective, aka cognitive restructuring, which is something Ni+Fe can easily do. If you can't do it, then it indicates there's something awry with your function development (unhealthy Ni tunnel vision + Fe overindulgence). Your perspective seems very small and very rigid, so it's time to expand and adjust it.

Sure, people can be mean, and society can lead people to value the wrong things, and that's what you focus all your attention on. However, most people aren't mean, and society can't touch your personal values within. You always have a choice as to i) how you respond to mean people, if at all, and ii) whether you adopt the twisted values that society tries to inculcate in you. An important aspect of growing up into a full-fledged adult is learning how to think for yourself, which includes being able to challenge and change faulty beliefs/values and adjust your perspective as necessary to get closer to the truth.

Being bullied often keeps people trapped like a child, feeling helpless and powerless. "Power" doesn't come primarily from physical size, rather, it comes from the mental belief in yourself. Instead of getting lost in victim mentality, acknowledge that there are things within your power to change that would improve your situation. You said yourself that you lack interpersonal skills. Well, I have good news for you: skills can be improved through step-by-step learning, study, and practice. Start with whatever seems most pressing for you, perhaps enlist the help of a therapist. For example, I have discussed most of the following before in relation to developing healthy Fe in INFJs:

emotional intelligence: you could learn how to handle your feelings and emotions better, in order to communicate about them in a more reasonable and matter-of-fact way

optimism: you could learn to approach people in an empathetic and encouraging way, with positive expectations, in order to influence them to be positive to you in return

assertiveness: you could adjust your values to believe that you are equal to everyone else and that your existence is just as legitimate as anyone else's, which would help you stand up and advocate for your needs better

self-confidence: you could improve your communication and conflict resolution skills, which would help you feel more confident and exercise better judgment during social interactions

self-defense: although the majority of people aren't physically violent unless extremely provoked, it might help you feel more physically powerful and better prepared for confrontation by learning self-defense or martial arts

social support network: you could expand your network of friends and supporters so that you feel less alone and have people to rely on in times of stress or danger

self-work: you could use other successful petite people as inspirational role models; observe how they succeed in commanding respect and admiration and learn some lessons about how to show people the best of yourself, rather than only focusing on what you hate about yourself

It is a fact that you are petite, and facts should be met with acceptance. Trying to deny the facts will only get you lost in wishful thinking (unhealthy Ni), as well as the toxic shame of an inferiority complex (unhealthy Fe). Once you're able to accept the facts, then your mind can move forward into adopting adaptation strategies. No matter what your sore spots are, it is important to understand that they are not a curse and they are not meant to ruin your life. Confronting your sore spots and learning to live with them successfully is precisely how you grow as a person. However, you won't be able to benefit from your sore spots as long as you keep trying to reject them and wish them away. They are an important part of you. Improving self-worth means learning to accept and love yourself, which means ALL of yourself.

[meggannn]

fire emblem heroes rambling

i am so delighted that frobin is getting a brave unit in heroes, not only to round out the brave mrobin+chrom+lucina bird family but because in general it seems like she plays second fiddle to mrobin in fe stuff and that makes me sad. when she does get attention so many of her alts are just grima

this is a tangent but the fire emblem avatars i like the most, from the games i've played thus far, are robin and byleth. the other avatar i've played with, corrin, has a different vibe and isn't really taken as seriously from what i've seen in my admittedly limited time in this fandom

but the semi-official decisions of which versions of the avatars are "canon" actually kind of bothers me because robin and byleth are emphasized to be great tacticians and i like seeing stoic, intelligent women in leading roles who are taken seriously. contrast that with corrin who imo is canonically a bit of an idiot no matter their gender, and doubly so if they take the nohr path. female byleth gets a lot of attention for fanservice reasons, but in general what i've seen is intsys largely treats byleth and robin's male avatars as canon and female corrin as canon; and i believe female corrin takes the nohr path in intys's world, where it's implied they're making continent-shattering decisions based on emotion and naivete, so you can imagine why that bothers me.

for their character, i don't mind corrin making bad decisions, because it makes sense given their sheltered background and desperation for acceptance from their adopted father even though he's obviously capital-e Evil. that's reasonable for anyone of any gender. but i do feel feel in selecting which version is "canon," fire emblem is leaning into old tropes of "(boy avatars) are smart, reserved, tactical" and "(girl avatars) are chipper, more outwardly emotional, etc." and FE fans do accept and defend this, because i have seen a fair share of comments saying that mbyleth "makes more sense" since the protagonist is meant to be "logical and emotionless." :| as if frobin isn't just as good a tactician as mrobin, or like fbyleth is more in tune with her emotions than mbyleth? lol

(but i have noticed female shez and female alear have more alts than their male counterparts. not sure if they've picked a "canon" version of either and i haven't played engage so can't comment on alear's characterization. but both shezes are idiots tbf and i wonder which they'll "go" with because imo an "they beat me, i now will dedicate my life to killing them" rivalry sort does tend to be more of a guy's attitude a la shonen anime. mshez is on hopes's cover, but so is fbyleth, so i'm not taking that as official word.)

anyway. i don't take "the number of alts in a gatcha game" as strict word on which avatar intsys views as canon because i know intsys prefers to make alts of female characters for male fanservice, which bloats the women's popularity a bit. i've mostly been making assumptions based on which versions show up in other media, e.g. engage, where mbyleth, mrobin, and fcorrin show up. but i do try to look at the way alts are used in heroes, e.g. frobin not being available at all in the general pool. which is why i'm glad she'll have a brave unit now! that i hope to fuck is not also just another version of grima!!!

[archer3-13]

There enough of a gloat of asks here that im just gonna bundle a bunch of ya'll anons into a single post. sorry in advance.

Anonymous asked:

God, save me. seriously ? we are talking about dragons. while intys could still justify that since the dragons are deities they can fuck their sibs, we don't know how dragons makes babies in Engage. maybe they can stay in a platonic relationship all their lives. Veyle and Alear did it.

technically dragons arent actual gods, just very powerful beings that get worshipped as if they were gods. especially in modern fe.

Anonymous asked:

"though the anons as of late have also weaned me onto a sombron x mirror sombron crack ship. so. thats a plus. i guess."

which raises the question of how their respective kids would react to that ?

probably with absolute horror and utter confusion, which is honestly an aspect of the hypothetical ship i really enjoy. the utter bafflement from the kids.

Anonymous asked:

It probably is better if it discourages people. asides from the fake incest kink the game placed him into, could you imagine what would happen to regular Elyos if Alear married Rafal and then hurts their finger ? this would be the end of the world.

see, the issue doesnt lay on whether the eng translation is discourging it or not as both versions come to the same conclusion: its not incest because the two sombrons are different. Rather, the issue in terms of translation as i understand is that the eng version in its eagerness to over clarify the matter accidentally made it more confusing, thereby doing the opposite of what they intended.

Anonymous asked:

I would dare to ask : even if banging the counterpart of your potentially dead half siblings was incest, who cares when Sombron can bang his other self ?

hence why i ship the two sombrons anon! see you understaaaaand.

Anonymous asked:

Reject Sombron x alt sombron, embrace Sombron x Lumera.

No i dont think I will.

Anonymous asked:

"I suppose it would anon yeah, though i believe others have also pointed that out in this endless parade of asks." doesn't surprise me, when you try to expand their reasoning you obviously comes to this conclusion. and also to the conclusion that the 4 winds are just as guilty as the 4 hounds since they "are the same person". and using the "it would just not be the dad they knew" argument is the same thing as saying they have different dad. that aside, why is everyone obssesed with Sombroncest ?

thats the joke anon as to why i and a handful of anons are obsessed with it, its hilariously fucked up and more interesting then twinlear incest discourse.

Anonymous asked:

Alright, how would the engage cast reacts if : 1) they were given a chance to bang with their mirror self 2) given the chance to bones their sibling's mirror self 3) the reaction of Celine seeing her brother hooking up with her evil twin 4) the fell twins and fell siblings reaction in seeing the Sombron orgy

the only definitive i can give you is that goldmary is the most pro clone fucker of the main playable cast, and everyone would look upon the great sombron orgy with horror and probably a little bit of shameful hidden lust.

Anonymous asked:

I honestly would give an arm for a fanfic about a family dinner between the fell siblings, the fell twins and the two Sombron... just level of cringe exploded. (bonus point if Alear demands daddy to pass the salt, and that 3 hands try to grab it : Sombron, alt Sombron and Rafal)

Honestly that sounds like a pretty good fic anon. id keep that on the backburner of possible writing prompts to go for.

Anonymous asked:

"Its an inherently nonsensical and difficult to defend position if were actually looking at it from a textual angle."

well that's what happen in normal times when you decide to not listen to what the canon says. i am actually surprised they even tried when Alear and fell Alear are a thing.

I suspect its because twinlear is low hanging fruit well fell alear requires familiarity and ya know. playing the game.

Anonymous asked:

This whole thing is just another "this ships makes me uncomfortable I need to explain why but my arguments are crapp because they don't align with the canon" like we had with Robin x 2nd gen or studenleth. not liking a ship because it feels weird is fine but when you try to fight the canon, you already lose as you are not the writer of the story and only can rely on AU (and yes, there is already people who don't like the whole deal so they rewrite the twins's backstory to get rid of sombronian shenanigans). I can understand why : shipping Alear with Clanne feels more disturbing to me than seeing them shipped with the twins. I cannot explain why though

i certainly dont blame people if they dislike the ship, but your right that it looks silly and is real Sisyphean task at that point when one tries to stumble ass backwards into an argument as to why one is superior for disliking a ship.

Anonymous asked:

I wonder who is bored enough to try to prouve that the dating options in a game that is rated pg 13 is actually incestuous. I mean they tried with Awakening and Fates and then brough up grooming with Three Houses but geeez. the only way to back this up are dna nonsense the game never mentionned and clearly doesn't care about. I honesly think this would never have happened if Female Alear was allowed to bone Male Alear.

anon your last sentence there threw me for a loop, but to answer your question i dont think its necessarily an indication of some lacking aspect of character to get hype fixated on things. i get hyper fixated on things all the time, and fandom wouldn't exist without peoples hyper fixations. i would say in cases like these though its less 'people are bored enough to argue' about these things and more 'people are trying to control fandom space like a school pecking order'. in fandom.

Anonymous asked:

It's maybe not so bad, after all. I mean Nel is cute and sunshine, but rafal, even though he is not the kid of or Sombron, still looks like and reeks yandere vibes as much as main game Sombron... i don't want to imagine what would happen to Alear if they went "i can fix him" other than the "you're the most jealous men I ever knew" meme. oh, and if Alear died, Rafal would destroy the world... twice.

hey, the yandere thing has its appeals in fictional ships and some people like the obsessive angle in their fictional characters makin out. a lot of people like that angle really. ship what ya wanna ship at the end of the day though.

sides i can't talk considering half of the things i do ship are insane obsessive weirdos being insane about each other.

Anonymous asked:

Sombron x Sombron is really crack because you don't know if it would happen with them in human form or dragon form. speaking of dragon form, how do ya find the dragon design in Engage ?

I actually always rather like sombrons cobra design, it helps distinguish him among the villainous dragon designs and i think it suits his character in the manner that he's less about raw powering his way to victory and more prone to subtlety, manipulation and playing it smart [even if he is a powerhouse at the end of the day, and the writing of his plan doesnt always make sense]. in that manner hes a solid combo of medeus and gharnef which makes sense and works in his favour.

as for the other designs, nel and rafal are sombron lite designs that work for what their going for, and well i really wish we got to see more of lumineras dragon design what we do get to see is fairly standard but work well.

tikis is pretty obviously based on her warriors dragon form design but more fa'ish in the sense it looks more chickenish this time. which, i dont mind cause the chicken destroyers of worlds are adorable.

the generic enemy dragons ya come across are fine for what their suppose to be, though it does make me wish we had a manakete unit to play with in the base game. that woulda been cool.

Anonymous asked:

The choose to make fell dragon looks like king cobra and made quite a choice because those are the species that are monogamous and protective of their kids when Sombron is far from that... the only thing they have in common is that female cobra lay between 20 and 40 eggs but we don't even know if fell dragons are born from eggs... are they ??

DID YOU LAY THIS EGG SOMBRON!!!??!??

joking aside, i imagine they went with the design less because of the biological nature of a king cobra and more so because of its cultural and symbolic significance. namely hypnotism which sombron uses rather prominently in the plot and which cobras are often connected with due to portrayals of snake charming. aside from that its also a very distinctive snake with its frill thing and a poisonous one.

Anonymous asked:

people saying that this is "just as kaga intended" are wrong. Lord kaga would never take such roundabouts way with incest, never offering a "techincally it ain't incest" and thus denying all canon relationship with the characters. by the way, do you think FE 4 remake will be M rated ?

idk anon, kaga if anything set the precedents for skirting around incest implications but in a very obvious way in fe that the series has dutifully followed to this day. deirdre and arvis are if anything more of an outlier being a very direct case of incest.

but speaking of fe4, i seriously doubt it'd get slapped with an m rating. putting aside the incest, well its a dark game its not any more explicit then any other fe in terms of content, and taking the incest into consideration even thats not particularly explicit in its depiction. it undeniably happens, but even then its a while into the game before its clarified that it did indeed occur and its treated with a tragic gravitas as opposed to being hyper sexualized.

Anonymous asked:

what you say about tree houses is true though. now when people stumble on the og support and ending for Veyle and Alear they think the og had implied romance in it because "partner " in japanese doesn't necessarily means romantic but if you cut that word that has a certain conotation in english, it becomes suspicious. same with the dragon child mentionned in their ending : the fact that the localization emphasized it was an orphan make it souns like they censored it because the jpn dub was being less clear about it, hence they believe that Alear and Veyle made a baby. in short : you can't win with the fe fandom, everthing backfires

You certainly can't win if ya go about things the way treehouse does. I dont doubt there would be discourse over these things mind, but ever since treehouse got involved in fe translations these matters have been particularly egregious. so i dont largely blame the fandom outside the bad actors.

i blame treehouse for making things worse.

Anonymous asked:

when recycling the future past dlc but with mirror dimension instead of alternate timeline backfires into fandom fight. Real question since Engage has a manga adaptation, do you think they will put the twins (I hope not because how is it gonna make sense ?)

i suppose it depends what happens with the manga adaptation, where it goes and what it might alter to fit its format. its possible we'll see them, but in a completely different context for instance.

Anonymous asked:

wait a second.. if the parents of your alternate self are also your parent does this means you are your alternate self's brother/sister ? and if their siblings are also your siblings does this means you are your own siblings ?

i dont know about that last little bit, but according to anti/puritan logic i suppose you would be your own sibling anon. thereby making it both selfcest and incest if ya fucked your mirror alternate self.

Anonymous asked:

people be fighting over a dlc that is not even well written. like if Alear is Lumera child in mirror verse than it means they must have had a different name since Past Alear says it's main game Sombron who gives the kids name according to their dead biological mama that sadly aint Lumera. (and I think that the 3winds had different parents to explain why they don't have the same name, but it's just me being clever, i doubt the dev though of this)

I agree the internal story logic is confused anon, but i would note that a story need not necessarily be logical to work if the emotional appeal is there.

and in that regard fell xenologue is a mixed bag, admittedly in part because its internal consistency is kinda muddled. fighting the mirror royals, seeing and engaging with their personalities, the atmosphere, even the intellectual implications of the twist all work i would say [atleast for me they do]

but how we get to this points is underwritten, the twist doesnt quite work in implication because of the questions it rises, and the actual heart of the story going on there with nel and nil and rafal feels somewhat disconnected from its world and sloppily handled.

i would have been fine with a delay on the dlc if it gave em time to hammer out the finer details of the xenologue, but as it is... mixed bag.

Anonymous asked:

it's always the funniest ship that get "moral outrage" like sure dating someone who looks like and is possibly genetically composed like your dead half sibling is super awakard irl but in a fe game it opens the door to gold comedy scenario. And Sombron x Sombron would just add comedy because if the twins end up dating Alear secretly when their dad are busy "doing stuff"

some people just dont appreciate fine comedy, as one can point to many historical and contemporary examples to prove.

though i dont begrudge people who seriously do ship the twinlear stuff, as its pretty harmless overall at the end of the day.

Anonymous asked:

if their only argument is dna, then screw. there is no evidence at all within the game that Sombron and Sombron have the exact same dna information. One could make the argument that Alear is still Alear yet they both are very different genitically, same thing for Zephia and Zelestia since Zephia is more OP than her mirror self. One coul perfectly make the argument that Sombron and Nel are different than their mirror counterpart when it comes to biological info using whatever argument precisely because the game never mentions DNA and no one could prove it wrong, all the more so as we don't see miror sombron's face and have no idea of how regular nel looked like if she did existed but I find it weird that Nel knew there was a other version of herself in the regular world since she never came here. just to say : anyone can play this little game. and since the canon text never mentions dna, no one can prouve that Sombron is genetically the same as his mirror self other than using the design but even that can easily be swayed by the other informations that the game gave us.

its Schrodinger's incest at the end of the day, which is in part why its silly for people to try and logic their way through it. except ya know, the fact that textually they dont even have the room to begin with.

Anonymous asked:

And here I though that Marth was Alear's dad this whole time

marth adopts all manner of divine dragons, so he can be alears foster father. caeda whole heartedly supports this and the two of them spend a lot of their free time supporting and hanging out with the kids. jagen considers it a headache but goes along with it anyways cause he secretly likes being the gruncle of so many divine dragon kids.

[pale-flower-of-darkness]

hi again!!! i do think i misunderstood your point that's fair- reading comprehension website in all that. my bad-

also looking back, oh my god i did a horrible job explaining the whole "no fe game is visually distinct thing." holy shit. ok so basically- what i was trying to say in a way that wasn't 90% of the reply, was that when you put an fe game into the context it was created in, ie gba emblem compared to other anime style jrpgs from the 2000s, they don't really stand out too much. to me. the artsyles aren't the same obviously, but they use similar tropes. the same way engage uses similar tropes to gacha games. i'm also attempting to go at this from a perspective of a non artist, which- is hard. sure you understand. 🙃

i feel like this is still a kinda bad explanation, so, sorry-

as for fe designs having a vibe to them- i can see where you're coming from, but i personally disagree. at least not the extent that franchises like golden sun or final fantasy have a vibe. i think the continents definitely have a specific vibe to them but i personally have never gotten a whole series wide vibe. like heros has always been a little off-putting to me, i'll be real. i do think that perspective is really interesting tho, cuz i really can't see it outside of core game mechanics. but like- i believe you. it makes sense.

basically- this is just a really long way of saying that all fe games are relatively mainstream artsyle-wise. it's definitely more noticeable with engage. it fucking does look like a gacha game don't get me wrong, but imo that's more of just a product of the time it came out really.

also i feel like i should just say that i am not a huge fan of engage designs, cuz i feel like this conversation is kinda making me seem like a big defender of them- nah. they're too loud for me.

and as for fe fans liking a wind waker style fe game- yeah. i don't know. i really just think it's a matter of perspective on this one. i'm pretty cynical when it comes to game reception tbh. i'm sure a lot of engage design haters would love a cartoony fe game.

but the loud minority me and you were talking about tho? nah it'd just make 'em angrier.

i don't doubt that most engage design haters would love it tho. most people are normal. the least normal people just tend to be the loudest.

(also uh- guess i should've said this but when i said majority in my first response i meant it as a 'majority of most people' sort of way. not a majority of fe fans. don't think you mentioned that but reread it and it was a lil confusing-)

given how much some people hate on engage designs i hope IS doubles down and has the next game's artsyle be way more cartoony and out there.

like they just straight up pull a wind waker.

!

[arkus-rhapsode]

So Fire Emblem Engage is just around the corner

And as you all remember I was more than hyped for a brand new Fire Emblem after almost three years of waiting. Hell, I even defended it after a lot of the initial backlash for its design and use of legacy characters.

Now I still standby I think a lot of the backlash was overblown and showed more of a trend in theFE development to often pivot vastly after an entry going for a different tone or story element. The reason I am writing this down now is I want to talk about my expectations for it as well as maybe how it can be managed. It’s no secret that the FE community has certain camps of how they’d like the direction of the series to go, weather you have older Kaga era fans wanting to keep it the romantic high fantasy of Genealogy, fans who want FE to be more political and nuanced like Tellius era fans, or just to keep the robust dating sim like character interactions of 3DS era fans.

When it comes to Engage one would think the meter stick that should be used is Three Houses. Afterall, it is the predecessor. But given all the information we have on how Engage is moving away from some of the mechanical beats like the branching paths into separate routes or the handing of every character in a customizable state to the player early on, as well as how it was meant to be an anniversary title, I think the title I am personally using to measure it will be Awakening. And let me just say as FE Awakening has had a look back by some as being a mostly fine entry that’s ultimately just a highly archetypical story with the most supports in a cast, it can not be understated both important it was for the franchise while also homaging and respecting everything that came before it. To put in a streamlined way, Awakening is the greatest hits of Fire Emblem: reminding old fans of the stuff they like about the franchise while creating new fans to see why this is a franchise worth keeping around. I think that context is also why many FE reviewers still are very fond of Awakening even when trying to look critically over it, whereas it’s successor, Fates would try to recapture Awakening but without that same tributary element to it tended to be seen as more bloated and harsher judged entry. But with the context of Engage’s development and what it’s aiming to do for FE’s 30 year history, I believe it should aim to be a Awakening level of experience. Doesn’t need to reinvent the wheel of the franchise, but rather an experience that both older and newer fans can enjoy.

There’s also no doubt that the animation style has changed from the intentionally slower FPS cut scenes from Echoes and 3H, to a more smoother matching the engine style cut scene. And frankly I find it beautiful, this is some of the most fluid 3D animations FE has had and I’m excited for this going forward with other games. I understand some found the older style more… stylized and giving it an identity, but honestly the fact the animations improved this much from the lambasting 3H had for its animations is a real show of improvement in my opinion. Also fully voice acting returns and as well as allowing our avatar characters to speak freely even as we control them is a welcome return.

And lastly for this blog, I know if you’ve been following for awhile you know the FE live blogs and original FE content have been a staple of this blog. I do hope to continue that, though it might not be to the essay level as FE3H provided me with. But for followers who have felt I’ve mostly let this channel be inactive, I will be likely posting here more In the coming weeks.

[returnsandreturns]

more novel summaries

balancing the ticket originated from a matt/foggy fic that never came to fruition because i liked the concept so much that i stole it from myself. it's about a state senator from tennessee running for the us senate who gets fake engaged to her campaign manager to a) distract from a minor scandal which was leaked pictures of her kissing her ex-girlfriend, now a popular progressive activist, back in college and b) create wholesome and endearing press content whenever they need it.

emma got her law degree and worked as a public defender in nashville while also making a popular law-themed youtube show (that always ended with "and, as we always say: never talk to cops") before a friend from undergrad recruits her to run for the state senate. tobin also ran her re-election campaign after she took over the campus dems at vanderbilt their freshman year and was desperate to do something other than interning for lifeless legislators in dc, which is why he saw the vacancy and immediately thought of her.

(he might think about emma too much considering he hasn't seen her in person in years but she's the one posting videos of her being brilliant all the time. also, he's been in love with her since he was eighteen. also, that).

when a us senator from tennessee retires, leaving the seat open, emma has an out of body experience and finds herself on a plane to dc to ask tobin in person whether he's willing to leave his relatively stable life as a speech writer in order to run her likely ill-fated campaign.

it isn't hard to get fake engaged because they make a lot of sense and know each other so well and jake, emma's best friend and communications director, has managed to make them both seem so charming on twitter that very online people have absolutely started to ship them before they even say anything.

the only real issue here is keeping it fake.

an excerpt -- i am wavering between it being from emma's pov or tobin's pov or split.

Tobin’s first thought when he hears about one of the Senator’s from Tennessee retiring is that he needs to start figuring out how to convince Emma that she needs to run. Later that night, he’s picking up the phone to call her when she shows up at his door, looking completely manic—something she’s always worn well.

“Toby,” she says, grinning at him, all messy hair and sheer confidence. “We’re going to Congress.”

“Okay,” he says, smiling back. “Let’s do it.”

*

“People really like me,” Emma says, already half into a bottle of overpriced wine she bought at DCA, sitting on her knees on his shitty sofa in his shitty apartment that she’s never been in before. “Not my colleagues, I mean—most of them fucking hate me but it’s mostly because constituents like me so much, y’know?”

“I know,” Tobin says. “You can be very likeable.”

“In a very specific way that makes people want to give me small monetary donations and follow me on Twitter,” Emma says, nodding, clearly halfway into a different thought already. “And I know that a Dem winning a seat in Nashville isn’t that outlandish and it’s going to be a hell of a lot harder to win a statewide office but. . .you know who the party’s gonna try to run for this, right?”

“Not the exact person,” he says, “but somebody boring.”

“Exactly,” she says, gesturing erratically at him before laughing and moving to sit next to him, elbowing him gently. “They’re going to find someone so boring and we’re going to lose like we always do. Unless. . .”

“We kick their asses in the primaries.”

“Yes, I love when you swear,” Emma says, delighted. “Say asses again.”

“No,” Tobin says, laughing. “Em, you know you could’ve just called me, right?”

“Honestly, I blacked out when I heard and woke up on a plane,” she says, “but. . .this is a big ask, y’know? I thought maybe you’d be more likely to say yes if I made a grand gesture.”

He turns to face her and is met with an expectant smile that makes him ache a little. Time and distance really makes a difference with a crush but the way he feels about Emma has always been more than just a crush. Unfortunately.

“Running your campaign would be an honor,” he says, firmly.

Her face melts a little before she says, “Tobin,” and wraps her arms around him.

“Also, I hate my job so much,” he says, muffled in her shoulder. “I might need to sleep on your couch for a while because I have no savings and I would like to get out of here and back in Tennessee as soon as possible.”

“It’s yours,” she says, laughing, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand after she lets go of him and sits back. “Speaking of, I should probably find a hotel room or something.”

“Take my bed,” he says. “I’ll start my couch sleeping days tonight.”

“You’re going to sleep on this couch?” she asks, skeptically.

“I mean, not well,” he says.

“Alright, come on,” she says, yawning and getting to her feet before grabbing his arm to pull him up with her. “It's not like we haven't slept in the same bed before. It’s not, like, a mattress on the floor, right?”

“I have a bedframe,” he says, dryly, but to be fair it took about half a year for him to gather the energy to go to an IKEA.

Emma goes to the bathroom to change into an old Georgetown t-shirt and a pair of boxers that rest on her hips in a way that makes him worry immediately that he’s too compromised for this to happen. He broke up (was broken up with by) his last girlfriend a few months ago and has been spending most of his time alone in his apartment, rewatching The West Wing for the millionth time, occasionally texting Emma about it until she called him to rant about how much she hates Aaron Sorkin and his quippy, overrated centrism.

That was the most exciting night he had in recent memory.

[zukoszukhoes]

Walking on Air- Prologue

Zuko x airbender!reader

female pronouns in this chapter

// summary: Sensing danger on the horizon, Avatar Roku seeks out an airbender to guide his reincarnated self on his journey to restore balance to the world. However, restoring balance requires skill, drive, and stability- and, in a world where nothing is certain, balance may be harder to achieve than the avatar may think. He has a mentor to guide him, but with the world thrown off-kilter by war and a mysterious prince set on capturing him, he- and his mentor- will have to look within to find what they need to secure peace.

// warnings: none

~~~

Roku always found the Western Air Temple beautiful.

The other air temples were certainly beautiful, but they were lonely, separated from the real world by a layer of clouds. The Western Air Temple, however, was open to the world, welcoming the sprawling canyon vegetation with open arms. Airbenders flew across the canyon, swooping through the air, utterly free. For many, that’s what the Air Temple was- freedom.

For a moment, Roku wished he could take a glider and join them. 

But he couldn’t. If there’s anything he had learned from years of being the avatar, it was that one’s duty was inescapable.

As Roku exited the council’s chamber alongside the Western Air Temple’s elder monks, he reminded himself that what he was about to do was a part of that duty. He was making a sacrifice for the greater good; yet, he couldn’t help but think of the girl the same way he thought of his own daughter- and as a parent, he’d view what he was about to do as nothing short of murder.

“She’s over there,” the Elder Monk Ilo said solemnly, nodding towards a girl sparring against two other air benders towards the edge of the temple’s main courtyard. “I’ll leave you to speak with her.”

“I’ll let her play a while longer, before she cannot be a child anymore,” the old avatar thought, watching the girl engage with her opponents.

The girl had large, grey eyes and rosy lips pulled back in a sly grin. Blue Airbender tattoos poked out from beneath her training uniform. She laughed as she fought, playfully dodging attacks from two other young airbenders. Although she was poised to defend herself, she held her body loosely and with ease, as though she was merely playing a game. 

One of her opponents, a young bald boy, shot an arc of air towards the girl’s feet. He didn’t have his tattoos, but he attacked with a deftness that suggested he had skill. The girl leapt high in the air and flipped to land behind the boy, who she quickly pushed down with a gust of wind. She grinned, triumphant, but her smile quickly disappeared when her other opponent used the force of her body to shove the girl off of the boy. The girl stumbled and fell to one knee. Scrambling to her feet, she put her hands in front of her to defend herself, only to find herself cornered on the edge of the temple by her two attackers. She watched her opponents for a moment, studying their body language. Sensing a slight movement in the female attacker’s stance, the girl moved her arms around her torso and sent wind slicing towards the other girl. Instantly, the attacker jumped to dodge the blow, and retaliated with a blast of wind that shot straight into the girl’s chest, making her lose her balance and stumble off the edge of the temple.

Roku’s eyes widened, but he didn’t move to save the girl. Her two opponents grinned and high-fived, turning away from the edge. Roku kept his eyes trained on the edge of the temple, sensing the fight wasn’t over yet.

And, as if conjured by his thoughts, the girl shot back up into view, surrounded by a swirling tornado that kept her suspended in the air. The other young air benders cried out in shock and stumbled away from the edge. The girl surged forward and pushed the tornado outwards, sending her opponents flying into the central fountain. Smiling at her victory, she lowered herself to the ground gingerly, and went to lend a hand to the two air benders.

“We were so close,” the female opponent moaned, wiping her soaking hair from her face.

“We technically won! We knocked her off the temple!” The boy grouched. “If it was a water bender they wouldn’t have come back up.”

“I played by the rules,” the winning girl said as she approached the fountain. She reached down and wrapped her hand around the boy’s forearm, hauling him out of the water. 

“You cheated,” the boy grumbled. He pressed his fists together and a ball of air flew outwards from him, splattering the girl with water from his clothes. She made a face of disgust.

“I guess I deserved that,” she muttered.

Roku approached the girl, knowing he had to end the pleasant scene before him but dreading it nonetheless. “(y/n),” he spoke.

The girl turned, surprised. She looked Roku up and down and raised an eyebrow ever-so-slightly, obviously confused by his Fire Nation clothing. “That’s me,” she replied. “And who are you?”

“My name is Avatar Roku. May I speak with you for a moment?”

(Y/N)’s eyes widened. “Avatar Roku- I didn’t know it was you-”

“There’s no need for apologies, dear girl.” Roku said calmly. 

The girl- (y/n)- bowed deeply. “It is an honor to meet you, sir.”

“You as well. Do you have a moment?”

(Y/N) nodded. “Yes, of course.”

“Good. Come with me.” Roku turned and began to walk back towards the inner chambers of the temple. (Y/N) hesitated for a moment, but quickly caught up to Roku and fell into step beside him.

“What brings you to the Western Air Temple, Avatar?” (Y/N) asked, her carefully measured voice failing to hide to slight tremor of fear in her tone.

Roku glanced down at the girl, again feeling shame in his chest for what he was about to ask. “You,” he replied simply.

(Y/N) blanched, taken aback. “Me?”

Roku stopped walking. Looking out at the canyon and its vast chasm, he was reminded of his days as a young avatar, when he trained at the Southern Air Temple. Life was so peaceful, as it should be in childhood. Roku took a slow, deep breath, savoring the mountain air.

“Avatar Roku?” (Y/N) asked tentatively.

Keeping his eyes on the rocky canyon, Roku started, “You are an excellent fighter, (Y/N), but you are too tethered to the material world. You lack the lightness needed to become an expert.”

(Y/N) frowned. “Excuse me?”

Roku glanced at the girl from the corner of his eye. “I’m correct, am I not?”

(Y/N) looked away, shame coloring her features. “The monks keep telling me I need to let go of the world to be a true Airbender. But I can’t let go.” She looked up at Roku. “I don’t think the way they do. I don’t think attachment is a weakness.”

Roku nodded. Yes, the monks had picked well. “Sometimes, our shortcomings can be our greatest strengths.”

The girl paused, eyes narrowing. “Why did the monks send you to speak with me?”

Yes, she was certainly observant. He took a deep breath, knowing he couldn’t put off the truth any longer.

“I have lived a long, full life, of which I am grateful for. However, as my time comes to an end, I worry about the challenges I am leaving behind for my future self,” he looked at the girl, reading the confusion in her eyes. “I sense bad things coming in the future. Something is going to throw the world out of balance- and I won’t be here to stop it.”

“What kind of things?” (Y/N) asked, her body tensing.

Roku’s eyes hardened. “A war is coming, (Y/N). One that is going to wipe out the Air Nomads. I will try my best to stop it, but I may be gone when I am needed most.”

(Y/N)’s face was white as a sheet. “How do you know? What does this have to do with me?”

“I received a vision warning me of this war and the implications it would have for the next avatar. I’m afraid the next avatar will be the last of his kind when he returns to restore balance. He will need guidance to realize his full potential. It brings me great pain to ask you to do this, (Y/N), but it needs to be done. For the avatar’s sake- for the world’s sake,” he met the girl’s gaze. “In one hundred and twelve years, the avatar will arrive at the North Pole to master water bending. When he does, you will be there to help him achieve his destiny.”

(Y/N) looked up at Roku with wide eyes, fear echoed inside of them. The carefree girl he’d seen just moments before was gone, replaced with someone having to become an adult in a matter of seconds. “What do you mean?” she whispered, voice quavering. 

“Being an avatar, one is constantly faced with choices they may not be equipped to handle. The next avatar will need someone who understands the importance of duty to help him make those choices and restore balance to the world. I believe you are best equipped to be that guide. If you agree, I will escort you to the Northern Water Tribe, where you will be put into a deep sleep until the avatar arrives. When the avatar reaches the North Pole, you will be woken from your sleep and sent with him to complete his training.” Roku said.

(y/n) gaped up at Roku. “Why me? Why not someone else?” She whispered.

“The monks recommended you to me for your great skill in air bending and your ties to the material world. The next avatar will need to be reminded that he can never be truly immaterial- his sole duty is to the world, not his own spirituality. You, with your understanding of the concept, will help him comprehend and execute his ow duty.”

“But what about my life here?” (Y/N) blurted out. “My friends? My family? My training?”

“You will have to leave them behind,” Roku said, hanging his head in shame.

The girl looked past Roku out at the canyon, eyes skimming over the stone temple. Her face hardened. “Do I have a choice?” She asked, her voice stony.

“We always have a choice,” Roku said. “It’s just a matter of making the right one.”

(Y/n) looked away. “The monks chose me for this,” she murmured. “They chose me.”

Roku stayed silent, letting the girl take her time. She was making a life-altering decision- one that would change her path forever- and she deserved a moment to think about it.

(Y/n)‘a shoulders rose and fell with a deep breath. Then, the girl turned, eyes full of determination. “I’ll do it.”

Roku nodded solemnly. “It’s a long journey to the North Pole. We’ll be leaving tonight. Pack your things and meet me in the Hall of Status’s tonight.”

(Y/n) nodded and bowed. “Thank you, Avatar Roku.”

Roku bowed back, but he couldn’t help but feel guilty at her thanks. He was taking her whole life away from her. Nevertheless, he let her go to collect her things and say her goodbyes. It would be a long time before she saw a familiar face again, and she would need a few moments of hope to propel her through what lay ahead.

[funkymbtifiction]

INTJ or ENTJ?

Hi Charity,

I'm hoping you can help me figure out my type, I’m stuck between INTJ or ENTJ. I feel like neither of them fit completely, but I know that I use Ni/Se and Te/Fi.

I relate a lot to the Ni posts you made. I have a very personalized worldview, that I find impossible to explain (I have confused a fair amount of people in attempts made). I think things through before engaging most of the time....

You give stronger evidence for INTJ than ENTJ. Most of your "tert-Se" behaviors are more likely for inferior Se (sometimes leaping in too fast, miscalculating, but being sensory-aware and enjoying pleasures and aesthetics) than a Te/Se looper (ENJs tend to lose sight more of how things will rebound on them and make short-sighted tert-Se decisions when problem-solving sometimes, just to "rush" the process to completion) and you seem emotionally mature in a tert-Fi way (ETJs have real trouble connecting to people on an emotional level and not substituting physical contact for emotional closeness).

[firemblem-fics]

Smitten Kitten [Finale]

one | two | three | four | finale

-> Pairing: Felix x Female!Reader | Hybrid!AU (mostly platonic idk)

-> Warnings: Abuse mentions, Like Two Sex Jokes, Yelling

-> Genre: Angst, Fluff

-> Word Count: 1.6k

-> Summary: You never wanted to be involved with hybrids. They were risky and had too many rules for you. But what will you do when a little black and white cat that you take in turns out to be the very thing you steered clear of?

-> A/N: Okay so the more i wrote this the more i realized it was more platonic than anything and also it barely fucking features felix and i’m just very unhappy with it i suppose ... maybe in the future i’ll rewrite idk i’m really sorry for this i kinda hate it but i’ve been working on it for so long i didn’t want to make people wait longer

Soon, the bell rang once more and you turned your head, finally making eye contact with those red eyes you'd been longing to see for weeks.

"Fe!" You nearly stumbled forward as you rushed towards the hybrid, your heart leaping as you reached out to-

"Don't touch him!"

Karen's shrill voice was like an invisible wall that was keeping you away from Felix. You almost shrunk back as she yelled, but you stood tall. The Hybrid Services needed to see that you were strong and fully capable of taking care of Felix and you were determined to do just that.

You only looked at Felix expectantly. He went to walk over to you, but was stopped with an extremely harsh tug on his leash. He hissed at Doug, who was talking to an HPS officer with a hardened gaze.

Karen, on the other hand, walked coolly up to you. "What's your problem?" She sneered.

"My problem? You're hurting Felix."

"We're just disciplining him," She rolled her eyes, "Sometimes a savage animal needs a few hits to get the rules in their head. Felix plays too many games that we don't feel like dealing with."

"Then why do you keep him?"

"Have you seen the boy? He's gorgeous. He's won multiple awards and thousands of dollars at Hybrid Shows. A bit of pain is worth the prize."

It was your turn to roll your eyes. "He's gorgeous, yeah? Is that why you felt the need to cover his bruises with makeup? I took care of Felix for two months and he never caused any trouble. He was polite, respectful, thoughtful, and never once did he need to be 'punished'. He's not the problem- you are."

"Why you-"

"Mr. and Mrs..." An officer called the couple away from you. He began showing them all of the messages between you and Felix- proof of their wrongs.

You, on the other hand, turned to the cat-boy and finished what you started, throwing your arms around his torso and squeezing him tightly. In return, Felix only stiffened up. He didn't know where to put his hands, choosing to rest them on your shoulders as his chin laid on the crown of your head. You only got a few seconds of alone time before another pair of arms wrapped around the two of you.

"How sweet, a reunion! I'm sniffing out a kiss and some 'I missed you' sex later on- OW!"

Felix's hand went from your shoulder to Sylvain's stomach, stopping him in his sentence. "Go fuck yourself."

"Only if you watch me~"

You laughed, pulling back from the hug and looking over at Ashe, who was now engaged in a conversation with one of the HPS officers. You were more than thankful to have him at your side. Ashe had gone through the same little trial to get custody of Sylvain, so he was more than willing to help you get Felix out of his shitty situation as well.

Ashe had explained to you how Hybrid cases worked. Evidence would be presented to officers or a Hybrid Facilitator, such as Nancy, and they would make the call as to what happens next. You would be presenting evidence of Karen and Doug’s abuse to them and asking for Felix to be placed in your care. Lucky for you, Felix could speak on your behalf as well since he had stayed with you for two months.

You were scared. Felix was a big boy. He hid his emotions and stayed strong throughout the shit that his owners put him through, but even the strongest people have their limits. Unfortunately for you, Felix was still a hybrid. Legally considered an animal and treated as even less.

You couldn’t give him the freedom that he deserved, but you would try your damn hardest to give him a happy life.

You nearly teared up thinking about it and Felix must have noticed, for amidst his and Sylvain’s bickering he subtly placed his hand on the small of your back. It stayed there when the officers gathered everyone together, letting both sides present their cases. You spoke first.

“Two months ago, I found a little black and white cat in a dumpster. He was cold, hungry, and unhappy. I took him in and learned later on that he was Felix. Felix stayed with me for two months. I was under the presumption that he was kicked out of his old home- that was what he had told me, anyways.” That earned you a glare from the man beside you. “But I sheltered him for about two months, waiting for someone to come looking for him. They never did, so I took him here to get some papers filled out and make him legally… mine.”

You spat out the last word. God, did you hate the idea of having a human as a pet. Felix’s thumb brushed your back again, providing you with his own quiet form of comfort and amping you up to continue.

“I came, got some papers, and left. I should have known that he would have had papers under Doug and Karen’s name, but since I believed that they no longer wanted him, I went ahead and took ownership. Then they came up to my door later that day and took him. He had actually run away from them.

Felix put up a fight at first- he didn’t want to go. I gave him Sylvain, the other hybrid’s, phone so that he could still message me if he needed anything. The minute he left, he sent me a voice recording of those two screaming at him in the car. Since then, all of those messages had been sent as evidence that Karen and Doug have threatened him and harmed him emotionally, verbally, and physically. I want Felix to stay with me. They called him a behavioral issue, but I know how to treat him. I’ve never had an issue with him. Ever. I want full ownership of Felix Hugo Fraldarius.”

Nancy nodded and pointed to the couple, who were fuming on the other side of the room. Karen practically stormed up to Nancy and the officers, her face redder than Sylvain’s hair and voice more annoying than Sylvain himself.

“She obviously stole Felix from us!”

“What the fuck?” Said hybrid suddenly interrupted. An officer shushed him and motioned for Karen to continue.

“Felix is an award-winning, purebred Fraldarius tuxedo cat. He’s won thousands of dollars in prize money and trophies and awards, so of course a lower class girl like her would want such a high end Hybrid. He would win her money. She could have easily turned him into the facility, but she didn’t, so she stole him from us!”’

Karen had a point- you should have turned Felix in, but you couldn’t. The little cat had wormed his way into your heart more and more every day- even if he was kind of an ass in the beginning.

He still is an ass, but a little less now. You knew that when his arm moved from your back to around your shoulders, thumb now soothing the skin there.

“Wh- I didn’t even know he was a show cat until you two showed up and told me!” You defended. His hand gripped tighter as if already trying to hold you back. You were rather ready to tear this lady to shreds, honestly, so he was helping.

“You’re such a little liar- and those videos, too! They’re obviously fake. You don’t deserve Felix, you deserve to be jailed for stealing our precious prize!”

“Prize?! You don’t even see him as a real being with feelings and emotions or anything! Look-“ You suddenly licked your thumb, turning around and swiping underneath Felix’s eye. “He’s got bruises that you gave him and hid. Your face and fist are in that video. I’ve got selfies I took of him and I when he was in my care- there are no injuries, so they obviously happened in your care.”

“And how do they know you didn’t use makeup to hide the bruises you gave him?” Karen accused. God, she really was going the extra mile here. “Listen, little bitch, Felix is ours and he will be if I have to pry it from your little dead fingers.”

“You won’t lay a hand on her.” Felix speaks up. He turns to Nancy and sighs. “I wasn’t going to say anything because my pride heavily prevented me, but I am afraid of Karen and Doug. They have abused me in the last few years that I’ve been in their care and I can’t do it anymore. I can recount every single instance where they have harmed me and I will gladly do it if it means I can get the hell away from them and go with people who actually treat me well.” His face stayed straight as he spoke, his eyes hardened in a desperate attempt to show everyone how he wasn’t affected. Felix never was one to show his feelings- you were proud that he did this.

The officers, who had stayed silent for the entire time, looked at each other.

One sighed and spoke up. “You two are under arrest for Hybrid cruelty and will be investigated further and punished as charged.” He turned to you, “Do you mind if we keep the phone for a while to extract evidence?”

“I mind-“

“Not at all.” You cut off Sylvain, “He can go a little longer without his phone. He needs to go longer.”

The officer thanked you and led the two away, nearly kicking and screaming.

Nancy watched as they left, typing some things into her computer before standing up. “If any of you can follow me to the back, I need to put the proper information on a new collar tag.”

Ashe volunteered and dragged Sylvain back with him, leaving you and Felix alone at the front. You turned back to him and slipped your arms around his waist once more. Felix looked around, making sure nobody was near before holding you back properly this time. A purr erupted from his throat- quiet, but soothing as your ear was pressed against his chest.

“You’re coming home, Fe.”

“I’m already home right here with you.”

[random-esfp]

FACING INTUITIVE BIAS AND MBTI STEREOTYPES: ESFP EDITION

Hello, some already know my blog since it attracted attention for being one of the few MBTI blogs run by a sensor, especially an ESFP. I have always claimed to be pretty different from ESFP stereotypes, though I enjoy MBTI stereotyped memes and shitty posts. But there is one thing I can’t cope with: ignorance towards our type. 

I am a strong Se (extraverted sensing) function defender, and I keep finding shallow and over stereotyped descriptions on how we use it and how do ESxPs portray and represent it. This originates a blurred vision of ESxPs in particular (all sensors are badly perceived in general) which affect us, especially because the most common believing among the MBIT community it’s that we are the dumbest.

First thing you have to learn about MBTI: IT CAN’T determine the IQ or cleverness of ANYBODY. 

Fine, with that being clear, let’s continue.

I have been posting little call outs and statements about ESFPs being wronged as other types when being perfectionistic and having leadership skills etcetera but I think the time has come for making an appropriate post of how a non-stereotypical ESFP can be. I know my case it’s not common, since I am an ambivert and that affects my behavior but I’ll try to be objective. 

Usually, ESFPs in fiction are portrayed as the flamboyant hero or the funny sidekick. Anyway, we are always seen as the bright, carefree, funny, attractive and badass characters, but in real life, we are more complex than that. 

HOW ARE HEALTHY AND NON-STEREOTYPICAL ESFPs IN REAL LIFE: 

Because of Dominant Se: 

The first thing you have to think regarding Extraverted Sensing is experience and engagement. Sure you have already heard about this but it doesn’t mean we crave every day to be high or to hit all the parties. Life is beyond physical pleasures. Even for us, who feel comfortable with sensorial stimuli the most because we need them to create our safe and accurate visión of the world around us. 

An ESFP will most likely say yes to everything. That’s, in part, because many of us are insecure and indulgent or pleasant with people. ESFPs can struggle a lot with assertiveness, swinging between being extremely obliging or aggressive-reactive (usually ESFP enneagram 2  o 3 are the first ones, while enneagram 6-7-8 are the last ones). But a     healthy ESFP will eventually address this tendency to “say yes because of  FOMO” (we have A LOT of FOMO) and will start seeking out what’s more convenient for them.

Se encourages us to live in the moment and take any opportunity or experience we can, but let’s remember we have another three functions. So a balanced ESFP knows when to engage with the flow and when to keep away from it. Of course, we are more willing to take risks but that doesn’t make us reckless in any way.

Instead, we use Se to manage our time and energy efficiently, and this is very important. You know how it is said that INxx types are the most likely to procrastinate while Te types are the ones who “get the shit done”? Well, ESFPs are somewhat in the middle. That’s because ESFPs are impatient. Our Se hurries us to take the task and finish it as soon as possible to engage with something else sooner than later. That’s also why it is said we “only care” about the present. It’s not that we don’t care about the rest. It’s that we are ENGAGED with the present.

ESFPs like to economize time. We’d rather lose money than time. Because time means experience. But we don’t concentrate that easily. Stimuli chase us and beg us to pay attention to them, not to the task. Still, we want to maximize that time, so manly this tension reflects on us as being very capable of working under pressure. When we are given little time to do something, we somewhat get more relaxed because that means maximizing time to the fullest. And THAT is also Se.

Of course, we are also all that beautiful descriptions we find over here: aesthetically selective and sensitive, very observant, can notice when the mood changes in a room, we are very sensitive to the lighting and the sounds etcetera. I’ll drop over here some Se posts very accurate and flattering because trust me, Se is not about jumping off a cliff or fly off from a bullet. That’s fiction (or you have mistaken us for ISTPs lol)

https://random-esfp.tumblr.com/post/140982329002/se-is-not-a-shallow-function

https://random-esfp.tumblr.com/post/141091312137/building-blocks-of-personality-type-extraverted

https://random-esfp.tumblr.com/post/142229288882/entj-girl-personalityplop-what-stereotypes

Because of Auxiliar Fi: 

Fi can be a very upsetting function especially when Dominant. We aren’t “that idealist bitch” but we usually have a full sense of what is wrong and what is right for us (well, that is literally Fi). This means we can be reactive and susceptible when feeling     attacked (and trust me, we DO feel attacked easily). We come across as social butterflies but being with insensitive or negative people can use up our energies. However, healthy ESFPs are usually more realists than optimistic rays of sunshine. Let’s not forget we are truly sensors, we crave for outer stimuli and although we can have our mystical believings, usually we trust what we see, touch and hear. What we can prove. The tangible. 

We are people-oriented so these observations lean mostly on those who surround us. Making us empathic and, somewhat, INTUITIVE. Yes! ESFPs are very intuitive when it comes to interpersonal     intelligence. In my group, I am the most likely to realize or notice when someone is a little more upset than usual, or when someone has changed anything on their image. 

We engage the moment, the action, and that includes voice tones and gestures of people, which we use to complete our vision of the world, make conclusions basing on those observations and take action on it as sociable beings. (Gosh this point it’s the most confusing. We can come across as ENFJs). 

INTERESTING REMARK: Why Se+Fi sometimes seems like Fe?

I have been struggling with this for months. I was so sure I use Se and Fi. I am individualistic and I don’t care if my opinions go against the crowd. I always say what I think. Sometimes I’m brutally honest. I don’t personally seek harmony. I’d rather be honest with myself. So… why do I sometimes feel extremely empathic to the point to think I am using Fe? 

I think it’s basically because of what I have said earlier. The vivid observation makes us both sensitive and intuitive about people’s emotions, moods, and thoughts. ESFP’s minds can be very quick analyzing external stimuli to get to a conclusion. Basically, that is Se, and when it gets in touch with our emotional patterns, we spot the change, we comprehend it, and then we decide how to act based on our mental outline. Sometimes we won’t feel anything for them; sometimes we will feel exactly as them, and THEN is when Se+Fi looks like Fe, but we are just empathizing with people. And Fe isn’t exactly that. Fe users are known for their empathy BUT they also project other people’s emotions, suffering with them even with no clue that people may be actually feeling that. This post (by an xxFJ type) explains if perfectly, it made me realize I have mistaken my empathy with Fe for so long.

Because of Tertiary Te

Healthy ESFPs are real pragmatists, down to Earth people. They are those who in a brainstorm may not participate the most but will show support and excitement for those ideas that seem feasible.     But with those who don’t… well. Let’s say we have already reached a decent assertiveness point… we’ll tell you when your thoughts or ideas are unviable, out of context or unnecessary. Sorry but that’s it. 

As I said,  we value time, we value DOING, not eternal thinking (Se again). So, why do I  have to waste 3 hours of my time discussing this fifteen surreal ideas for our project if we don’t have even put into action at least ONE of the plausible ones, Brenda??? (Brenda is ENxP sorry)

Oh, gosh, I REALLY love Se+Te healthily used. It’s!!! So!!!! Useful!!!

Let’s say it straight: we can be very efficient CEOs. I’m kinda into that at the moment actually. The difference between ENTJs and ESFPs (there are A LOT of differences but I mean in the CEO context since they share all 4 functions) is that ESFPs aren’t used to Te as primary function, and Se will always take the lead, so ESFPs may think less of the consequences of their decisions because they lack that Ni “vision”. Also they have a more “soft” leadership style that can lead them to stressful situations who may end up in loops or grips that aren’t funny at all.

Anyway. Realists. We put things into action. We are quick at decision making and enjoy dynamic jobs where we can train this trait. ESFPs may not have 100 ideas per minute but they will have 2 o 3 that actually are possible and they will just get the shit done. 

BONUS POINTS If they have overcome their insecurities and reached     assertiveness. 

Oh, does it seem like an ENTJ to you? We don’t have that “vision” because Ni is our frenemy, but what is real is that a healthy Te use, especially in mature stages of life, distance ESFPs from that     “dumb party animal look-who-just-broke-the-table-dancing to-Beyonce” type of persona and it makes them effective leaders. Real doers. (Without losing their flamboyant temperament!)

Because of Inferior Ni

I can only think about shitty Ni grips at the moment but I’ll try to be objective.

Healthy inferior functions. This is a very good post about it. It says that inferior Ni: “May display delusional and grandiose thinking” and “Can turn gloomy when life circumstances don’t go their way”. Well, yes, that’s me. That’s ESFPs. Inferior functions aren’t funny. And because of that, the not-so-funny side of ESFPs relays here.

ESFPs can be pretty gloomy even when healthy. As very emotional types, ESFPs project their dark thoughts about the future on Ni. As I said, they naturally engage with the moment and like to take action, but Ni is that subtle but insistent voice in their head that goes like: you should think about this… and that… and what are we gonna do about this thing? Where are you gonna live in ten years? Who are you gonna name your baby after? 

We refuse to think about the long term but when we are forced to do so because of #adulting ESFPs can take two ways:

Keep refusing thinking long term. Which can lead them to immaturity, dissociation of reality, avoidance and some other mental disorders.

Keep it serious and do it. We will complain about it. We will refuse to talk about what we haven’t made up yet, but we’ll try. 

A healthy ESFP who decides to confront Ni and try to use it becomes more focused, serious and driven. Of course, we will have our mental breakdowns because we aren’t comfortable with it, but that is part of life. 

ESFPs who are private about their lives, who are hesitant and reflective… are struggling with Ni. Because we know we need it. And it makes us feel uneasy because Ni requires depth and details and we prefer to improvise and get-by-doing. Ni also demands using all the time Se don’t wanna “waste”. But it’s not time wasted, it’s invested (although too dilated in time for us to appreciate it). However, when we see our goals reached we appreciate the effort we’ve made. 

TO SUM UP:

How are ESFPs usually defined: dumb, reckless, shallow, overly-sensitive, can’t think in detail, bubbly, too much sociable.

How are ESFPs non-stereotypically: observant, doers, quick-minded, leading to action, perfectionist, efficient.

Well, that was almost 2k words about ESFPs in depth. And I could say much more, but for now, I think it’s enough. 

I invite any underrated or extremely stereotyped MBTI type to do their Edition. Or to make some feedback. 

Hope this was useful and/or revealing for you. 

Thank you! 

[crackimagines]

Child!Byleth Killing Flayn

Child!Byleth Post Masterlist here!

The Decisive Collision (FE: Three Houses Short Fic)

Child!Byleth Professor AU (Soldier of Sorrow)

The Knights of Seiros attack the Empire controlled Garreg Mach, throwing all they have into it.

It was costly for both sides.

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"EVERYONE, DEFEND THE MONASTERY WITH YOUR LIVES!" Edelgard shouted to everyone.

The Knights of Serios had returned in full force, the empire currently engaging Rhea and Catherine in the frontlines.

Meanwhile an elite strike force was sent to capture the Monastery, luckily the Black Eagles were prepared for this.

The tiny professor ran out with his armored company while everyone took up defensive positions.

He'd leave the defensive strategies to Hubert, right now Byleth would focus on the enemies incoming.

It was a team of archers, all taking aim at him.

Byleth turned to the sergeant and nodded as he stood behind him. The sergeant raised his shield up and turned to the company.

"FORM THE WALL!"

The soldiers in the back held their shield up while the ones in front stood their ground. As one, the batallion moved forward, blocking the arrows being shot at them.

They were like a massive slab of iron, crushing the debris under them as they walked as one, completely impervious to all attacks.

As soon as they got close enough, Byleth ran out of the crowd and cut them down, prompting the company to charge and rush the archers down.

Their formation was broken down, and Byleth turned to the sergeant.

"The enemies might be hiding in places we don't know yet, so keep your guard up! I'm going after their commander!"

"Yes sir, be careful!"

Byleth then rushed to the armored company's flank, and cut down anyone in his way.

Right as he saw a squad of soldiers, they were immediately cut down by a hail of arrows and magic. He turned to his left and saw Linhardt and Bernadetta keeping this sightline locked down.

Byleth rushed down the road now that the way was clear.

"MA'AM, WATCH OUT!"

The soldier said, looking to his right.

Looks like there's one of them, no need to waste time then.

Instead of cutting the soldier down, he jumped on his shoulders and leapt off him, landing right in front of one of the Knight's Commanders, and his whole world stopped.

"Flayn...?!"

"Byleth!"

She turned to him, a few soldiers stepping in front to guard her.

"Stand down everyone, STAND DOWN!"

The soldiers looked at each other as Flayn pushed them aside, running to Byleth.

As she took a step forward, Byleth took a step back, holding the Sword of the Creator.

"...Oh. That's right we're...we're-"

"Enemies." Byleth said, reluctant to admit the truth.

She wanted to hug him so bad, finally seeing him alive after 5 long years. But of course, that was a fool's dream. They were now enemy commanders on opposing sides.

Byleth was fighting for the Empire, while Flayn fought for the Church.

"Byleth...Even though we are foes I...I cannot raise my weapons against you. After all, you...you saved my life before. I am in your debt."

Byleth stood still, not knowing what to do. His years of mercenary training never prepared him to kill someone he loved.

...Well, used to. There was no longer a place for that anymore.

This was war.

"...Then make use of your debt, and run, Flayn! I don't want to hurt you."

"I...I can't do that! Is there no way to lay your weapon down?!"

"Flayn, you don't know what you're supporting! Rhea is a lunatic, smiting all who oppose the church for even the most-"

"How is Edelgard any different?! She ruined our lives at the academy, turned everyone we spent so much time with at the academy against each other! YOUR STUDENTS!"

"...I..."

"FLAYN!" A third voice was present now.

Byleth looked up and saw Seteth fly towards her on his Wyvern, getting between them.

(Seteth) "Why haven't you?!...Oh."

(Byleth) "Seteth."

(Seteth) "Professor...You have my thanks for rescuing Flayn from back then and...To be quite honest, I do not agree with Lady Rhea's intentions anymore..."

Byleth saw a chance.

"Is there anyway that the army...No, just you two could leave?"

They both were silent. That was an option they could actually take.

...Well, it used to be.

A bow and arrow trained onto Byleth, a woman taking a sharp inhale.

(Shamir) "Taking the shot."

THWAP!

It was in slow motion for Flayn, she saw the arrow come out of the corner of her eye, and landed inside Byleth's arm.

It seemed the aim was off just by a little, because that shot would've skewered his brain.

(Flayn) "BYLETH!"

Both Flayn and Seteth's eyes widened, slowly looking up.

Shamir was on top of a building by herself, as Alois was coming around the corner.

(Alois) "Byleth...! How could you betray the church and go against the monastery?!"

Byleth staggered back, ripping out the arrow.

His eyes met with Flayn.

There was no more hesitation, only betrayal in them.

(Byleth) "Tch, I was an idiot letting my guard down!"

(Flayn) "P-Please wait!"

(Dorothea) "PROFESSOR!"

Dorothea, Edelgard, Caspar and Ferdinand came out of the woods nearby, and started attacking the enemy.

(Edelgard) "You're injured, what happened?!"

(Byleth) "They got the jump on me, proceed as planned! Get Shamir, and leave the commanders to me!"

They all nodded, their soldiers charging Alois and Shamir.

Seteth and Flayn were left with Byleth.

(Byleth) "Peace was never an option...was it?"

Not bothering to let them answer, he activated his whip and swung it toward Seteth. His wyvern flew up into the air as Flayn jumped backwards, tears in her eyes.

(Flayn) "Byleth...! Tch, ABRAXAS!"

Light from the skies shone down on his location, he quickly got out of the way as it smited the ground, completely obliterating whatever was in it.

Seteth flew down his axe slamming down, almost hitting Byleth.

He couldn't block that attack from the force of a wyvern supporting it, which meant he had to bring it down.

Byleth ran backwards while using the sword's whip to block any magic attacks Flayn was firing at him.

He needed Linhardt's magic to bring the Wyvern down.

As he ran back, Seteth gave hot pursuit, and eventually cutting off Byleth.

He swung his axe while the Wyvern slammed its tail, trying to crush Byleth.

The sword's whip was barely keeping the both of them at bay.

Flayn was coming up from behind, he needed to act fast.

"CAPTAIN!"

The armored company charged as one, managing to catch Seteth off guard, and knocking his Wyvern away, but it quickly flew up and roared at them.

Seteth saw a bolt of lightning coming towards his direction, and jumped off before it could hit him.

The wyvern was struck down, and hit the concrete. It tried to get back up before the armored company stabbed it in the gut, dogpiling on it.

"Its the commander!" "Get him!"

Two of the knights foolishly charged, and were instantly cut down by Seteth, followed up by another three.

(Sergeant) "Get back you idiots, don't take him on!"

(Bernadetta) "SHIELDS UP!"

All the soldiers lifted their shields in response as Bernadetta and her battalion unleashed a volley of arrows on top of him.

Byleth while this was happening, was desperately fighting off Flayn.

Her magical prowess was nothing he had ever seen before, it was as if her abilities weren't human to begin with.

Smite after smite, too fast to even dodge, was starting to wear him down.

His armor was heavily damaged, he was now starting to bleed.

Flayn breathed heavily, the use of all this magic and having to physically dodge the whip was exhausting. She wasn't sure how long she could keep this up.

Byleth knelt down, seemingly no longer able to fight. Flayn slowly approached him, holding her hand to his face.

"Byleth...Thank you for everything..."

"Flayn. I want to thank you as well...But I also want to apologize."

"Don't...You're fighting for what you believe in-"

"No. For deceiving you like this."

"Wha-?!"

"Divine Pulse."

Time froze in place as Byleth slowly stood up, and walked back behind Flayn as he deactivated the whip and reverted to the sword.

Time took a little bit to catch up, so he sighed, saying his goodbye to Flayn.

"...It didn't feel good to lie to you, even if you won't remember it. I...really did like you, Flayn."

She slowly began walking backwards, and finally into place.

"Huh?! Where did he-"

And in just a moment, her back was split into agonizing pain, as she fell forward, unable to stand up anymore.

Instead of her face hitting the concrete, she felt someone catch her gently, and lie her against the floor.

The pain was starting to subside, as was her consciousness when Byleth grabbed her hand. She felt tears on her face, and gently wiped it off of Byleth.

"I'm...sorry.......-"

Seteth managed to fight off the spears from the armored company until he looked behind him and saw Flayn.

Bleeding.

"FLAYN!"

He ran towards Byleth, axe about to swing until he felt an arrow in his back, followed by a blazing heat, making him fall forward.

The armored company then followed up with several stabs, but truth be told, he didn't feel anything after he saw Flayn dead.

He was too, the moment she did.

Byleth gently put Flayn onto the floor, and turned his attention to Shamir and Alois.

Shamir was cornered by Caspar who had punched her bow and sword away, leaving her wide open.

She tried taking out a dagger and stab it into his stomach, but he was far faster than it.

He kicked her hand away, making her drop the dagger and rolled out the way, Shamir not knowing why.

(Dorothea) "METEOR!"

Shamir's eyes went wide as she looked up, a giant rock of immeasurable heat, landed, no, crushed her. Shamir was gone.

Alois was impressively holding off Ferdinand and Edelgard, but the company following him was already dead.

Byleth didn't want this to go on any longer than it had to. Especially for a dear friend of Jeralt's and himself.

Byleth jumped into the fray, and stabbing him through the stomach, piercing his armor.

The last thoughts he had was something only Byleth was able to hear.

"Jeralt I...protected...the...-"

He never finished it, however.

Alois slid onto the ground, finally dead.

(Knight of Serios) "RETREAT! RETREAT!"

The empire soldiers all raised their hands into a cheer, everyone except for the students.

They all saw what Byleth had to do, after all.

The next night...

Byleth put flowers on Flayn's and Seteth's graves.

He recalled how much Flayn had made him smile during the Academy.

How wonderful it was, and now all Byleth could wonder if something different could've happened.

He heard someone behind him.

(Edelgard) "I'm...afraid the time for mourning can no longer be spared."

(Byleth) "..."

(Edelgard) "We need to depart now, the forces are all gathering."

(Byleth) "Understood."

Byleth was thankful all the tears he had for Flayn was already out of his sytem.

Though, it only took from this morning since she was buried until now to finally be rid of it.

He walked alongside Edelgard, about to depart for the Holy Kingdom.

He couldn't help but look back to Flayn's grave one last time.

"..I...Think I loved you but...I'll never know."

[d-c-it]

Meet Lust

Summary: Lust thinks its unfair Remus gets to hang out with everyone and he doesn’t. Deceit said not to bother Thomas but he is stubborn. He is also petty and most importantly he is bored. Crack (ish) fic. 

Ships: None. (Roman get some smooches but they’re not in a relationship so it doesn’t count?)

Warnings: sympathetic deceit, sympathetic remus, a flirty oc, cussing, innuendo, caps, light making out. Some kinks are mentioned and threats of castration.

I can’t explain.

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Patton was walking down the stairs, heading to the kitchen when he spotted someone on the living room’s couch.

‘Oh, hey kiddo…?’ when the person turn around all he caught was a cheshire grin before he let out a loud shriek and bolted towards the stairs again.

Mid run he saw Virgil open his door with a worried look on his face, Patton however was too busy running for his life to even care to explain. He screamed all the way to his room and slammed the door behind him. Virgil was looking at morality’s door with a weird face when he heard the steps coming up the stair. Once he caught sight of who it was he let out an ‘Oh, hell no. Is too early for this shit.’ He slammed his door just as the mystery person started running towards him, making them crash against it, exclaiming ‘You guys are no fun!’ in a whiny voice.

‘What is the meaning of all this noise…?’ was the only thing Virgil heard, before putting his headphones on and drowning all the background noise. He internally wished Logan good luck.

‘Hot teach! Oh, I’m so glad you’re here!’ said their…guest? Clinging to Logan’s waist and rubbing his face on his stomach, making the logical side unable to move since he was supporting both of their weights.

‘Ah, this explains it.’

‘Daddy was so rude to me! He didn’t even say hi! and Virgin Mary shut the door on my face!’ Logan squinted at the not-quite-stranger. ‘I didn’t do anything!’ complained the other.

‘Felix, where is Deceit?’ asked Logan, making the other let go of him immediately, which was a bad sign. ‘Felix?’ he received only mumbled words as an answer. ‘What was that?’

‘I might or might not have locked him in his room?’ said Felix, pouting. The logical side studied the other, playing with his hands as he stood there, looking all the shades of guilty.

‘May I dare to ask why?’ said Logan, fixing his glasses, Felix’s eyes unfocused at the action but Logan was quick to bring him back from whatever he was thinking by snapping his fingers in front of his face. The other shook his head, coming back to his senses.

‘He let Remus go out, hot teach! Remus!’ whined the other. ‘Before me! I just want to have some fun too!’

‘Right now Thomas is not in the best state of mind to deal with you, I’m sure that’s the reason Deceit hasn’t let yo- are you mocking me?’ he stopped mid-sentence, as he became aware Felix was imitating him while mouthing what he was saying in a childish manner. The other shook his head to deny the statement. Logan sighed yet again. ‘I’ll just go find Deceit.’ He then walked towards Virgil’s door to ask him to take care of the problem child for a little while. He didn’t even get to knock on the door before he heard him exclaim from the inside.

‘Don’t even think about it!’ Logan deadpanned, looking back at Felix, who shrugged innocently. Logan looked towards Patton’s door next but shook his head before heading towards Romans who was probably still asleep as Thomas was up all night working on a video.

He suddenly felt the tug of their host calling, closing his eyes and grunting as Felix, next to him, squealed in delight. Great, he thought, as he was forced to sink down and appear in Thomas’s living room.

‘Hey, Logan. I-‘Thomas stopped himself as the logical side raised a hand.

‘Before you start, I already have an idea of what’s going on and I’m afraid you aren’t going to like it.’

‘Uh… what do you-?’ started asking the brunette when a figure appeared in Virgil’s place at the stairs.

‘AHHHHHH THOMAS!’ jumped the figure, extending his arms as if trying to grab Thomas and hug him.

‘GAHH!’ was their host natural response. Logan made a gesture with his hands as if to say ‘See what I meant?’ Felix seemed to be vibrating in place. ‘Who-? ARE THOSE LEATHER PANTS!?’

‘Ah? OH!’ exclaimed Felix, looking at his attire. ‘Yes! They absolutely are! You like them?’ he said, making provocative poses. Next to him, Logic massaged his temples.

‘No! I-I would never wear something like that!’ exclaimed Thomas, horrified.

‘You should though! You have a great ass! You should own it!’ insisted the other.

‘He literally owns it.’ Was Logic’s confused contribution.

‘DID SOMEONE SAY ASS’ they all heard, just as the duke appeared behind the TV looking very interested.

‘Oh, god. No.’ murmured Thomas.

‘Get out, tentacle porn! This is MY moment!’ both Thomas and Logic made awkward faces at that.

‘Tentacle porn!’ cackled Remus, hugging his morningstar to his chest. ‘That’s a new one! I love it!’ in despite of how angry he wanted to look, Felix laughed a little.

‘Right? I think it suits you~’ he flirted, before he heard Logan’s cough.

‘What is going on…?’ whispered Thomas to the logical side.

‘Well, to put it simple… that’s another one of your sides.’ He said, fixing his glasses.

‘Ugh, I love when you do that! Is so s e x y, hot teach!’ exclaimed the new side, leaning into the railing and doing a weird thing with his eyelashes. 

‘He’s ah…Lust.’ He coughed, blushing a little.

‘Wh-?’

'Let's talk about sex baby, let's talk about you and me, let's talk about all the good things and the bad things that may be, let's talk about sex~'

'come on, do it, uh huh~'

'My name is Felix, but you can call me tonight, hot stuff.' said Lust, winking and making Thomas's mouth go ajar. There was a moment of silence.

'You do realize you just flirted with yourself, right?' said Logan, while Remus wheezed in the background.

'Well, he seems to need a bit of self love… not gonna lie.' defended himself the lustful side.

'Look, guys… I just wanted to talk to Logan and Patton for a little bit so if you don’t mind calling him up…?' offered Thomas.

'Yeah, no. He won’t show up as long as Felix is here.' stated Logan.

'Why not?'

'Daddy seems to be a little afraid of good ol’loving…which is ironic considering he is your heart!' giggled Felix. High fiving Remus.

'What about Roman? Virgil?' pleaded Thomas, clearly not prepared to deal with two dark sides at the same time.

'I’m afraid Roman is still sleeping and Virgil was pretty adamant in being left out of this.'

'Shit.'

'The smartest course of action would be finding Deceit…'

'I’m barely dealing with two dark sides and you want to bring another one of them!?'

'Well…'

'Excuse me! I am no dark side! Roman is a jerk with a stick up his-'

'Butthole!' exclaimed Remus happily.

'Now that’s where I want all the di-'

'STOP, oh God just STOP!' yelled Thomas, covering his ears.

'What is it, Thomas? Feeling a little…horrrrny?' said the lustful side, making Thomas cry out.

'That’s it.' shook his head Logan, done with everything. He raised his hand and suddenly a very disgruntled Roman appeared in Patton’s spot.

'This BETTER be good, Logic.' grunted creativity. ‘You interrupted my beauty sleep.’

'Oh, darling you don’t need any~' purred Lust, making the prince jump in place and shy away from the compliment. Thomas frowned.

'Didn’t you just called him a jerk?' Roman gasped.

'That is in the past! Why don’t you come over here, papacito? ¡Quiero matarte a besos!' exclaimed Felix in spanish, making Roman giggle.

'Do not let that happen...' said Logan, looking at Thomas. 'Roman, you’re on charge while I’m gone… I sure will regret that later…I’ll go get Deceit.'

'Wait! Logan!' exclaimed Thomas. 'Why cant I just summon him or something?' staring at his logical side with a look that clearly spoke please don’t leave me alone with them. But Logan wasn’t having any of it.

'If Deceit was available, you wouldn’t have to deal with this at all.'

'Uh?'

'Deceit tends to hold the others back as long as he can, he is your self-preservation after all.'

'Deceit…does that…for me?'

'Well, of course, Deceit is very akin on protecting you Thomas, even from yourself. I thought that was clear.' He coughed. 'I must be going. Roman.'

'Uh!'

'Do not, engage with Lust.'

'Pfft, who do you take me for?' Logan squinted at him as he sunk down. There was another minute of silence.

'So, about those kisses?~'

'Are you kissing his butthole?'

'I mean if he asks nicely?'

Roman and Thomas looked at eachother for a short terrifying moment.

.

As he sunk down, Logan appeared in the mindscape's living room and headed to the rooms hallway. Just as he passed by Virgil's room, it opened.

'Is the coast clear?' he whispered.

'Which one? You need to be more specific.' answered Logan, still walking.

'Ugh, I meant, is that nymphomaniac still around?' grunted Virgil, walking right behind Logan, as if hiding of potential threats.

'Nymphomaniac is a term used only on fe-' the logical side interrupted himself at the look the anxious side was giving him. 'Right, no. The coast, as you say, isn't clear. In fact, Remus decided to show up.' he didn't miss the shiver in Virgil's body. 'and they are now in the presence of Thomas, Roman is supervising…'

'They are WHAT!?' yelled Virgil, his loud scary voice filling the hallway, showing his uneasiness.

'I know what you're thinking, I'm just on my way of freeing Deceit from Lust's little stunt before anything goes… uh, he's gone. Very well, Roman was going to need a little help anyway.

As he got closer to the yellow door at the less iluminated part of the hallway, Logan could hear noises coming from it. His best bet was that Deceit was trying to get out. As he struggled with the handle Logic discovered he was right.

Just when he managed to open the door Deceit pulled it the other way, which ended up with them both on the floor, Logan on top of Deceit while the former complained.

'Can you not get off!?'

'I apologize, I was only trying to asist-'

'Save it, I don't need to castrate certain someone.'

'I think that's a bit…harsh' said the logical side as he watched Deceit sink down.

.

When they appeared it was to utter chaos. Virgil was yelling at Remus about something they couldn't make sense of because both were using their loud voices. Virgil was in his usual place, replacing Felix in the staircase. Thomas was curling up into a ball on the floor and Felix… Yup. Felix was making out with Roman in the place Patton usually stood. Logan coughed slightly, noone paid him any mind. He looked beside him at Deceit, who was looking pissed ™, and offered him the chance to interrupt.

'You better shUT UP' Logan flinched, massaging his ear. He had never heard Deceit's loud voice and would rather not be present when he happened to use it again. However, it worked wonders.

All the sides instantly stopped doing what they were doing. Virgil flunged himself to the other side of the railing and Remus hid behind his morningstar. Felix jumped out of Roman's arms where he was clinging like a koala and Roman held up his arms as if he had being catch by the police. Both completely disheveled.

Logan sent Roman a look, the prince looked sheepish. Felix however, was as pale as one could get. Thomas stood up, holding his head with one hand.

'I am so glad to see you guys.'

'You.' hissed Deceit, the lustful side left out an eeep sound. 'Are so not dead.' he realized he didn't had his hat and he crossed his arms.

'hahahah Dee! What a surprise!'

'Why weren't you here earlier!?' yelled Virgil, he received a glare from Deceit, who normally portrayed himself as a very calmed person (?).

'This idiot didn't locked me up in my room!'

'Someone's in trouble!~' singsonged Remus.

'Shut up, Remus.' whispered Felix.

'I think its totally your place to shut him up.' hissed again Deceit, eye twitching. Lust inmediatly sealed his lips and made a gesture of locking them up. 'To your room.' said the yellow side.

'Bu-'

'To. Your. Room.' Felix pouted and crossed his arms, but started to sink out inmediatly. Of course not before winking towards Roman one last time.

The moment Lust was out of sight, Patton popped up.

'Whew, that was a close one!' he exclaimed, receiving all sort of expressions from the others.

'Well, I believe that's my cue to leave. Remus, if you please…'

'For sure, double D!. Now I wouldn't miss that carnage for anything! Bye~'

To everyones surprise Remus sank down without putting off a fight. Everyone turned to Deceit who was dusting his cape.

'I am not sorry for that, Thomas. It didn't get out of hand.' said Deceit, looking up. 'It won't happen again.' he started to sink down when Thomas called for him.

'Deceit!' murmured Thomas.

'Yes?' he said, raising an eyebrow.

'Uh, Logan kinda told me you keep the others at bay…?'

'Oh, he didn't said that, did he?' Logan nodded.

'Well yes…and well… Tha…nk you? I don't think I've apreciated what you do enough.' Deceit looked at him surprised, he started to blink really fast and then huffed.

'It's not like I prohibit them to come up here, I merely entretain them so they don't come up here and unsettle you when you're not… in the right mood.' he said, forgetting to lie, without looking at Thomas. 'It hasn't been harder recently, as I have help.' he turned to glare at virgil, who look the other way.

'Exactly, thank you Deceit. For looking out for me.' Thomas smiled at the deceitful side. The yellow side surprised everyone again by blushing.

'Whatever.' he hissed as he sunk down. 'I gotta castrate someone now, if you excuse me…'

'Isn't that a bit harsh…?' murmured Patton.

'Don't worry. They'll grow back.' he said, making everyone shiver. 'Oh, and Roman?'

'Uh?'

'You should clean off the lipstick you have all over your face.' was the last thing he said before he disappeared from sight.

'What!?' yelled Roman, rubbing at his face frantically. 'Is it off? Is it off!?'

'You still have a little bit over here…?' said Virgil, pointing all of Roman's face, much to the other's dismay.

'Alright, I believe I was called to deal with something and that something isn't here anymore so I'll go take all of this thing off. Bye~' and like that, the prince, who didn't have anything on his face in the first place, was gone too.

'I don't understand what happened, Logan.' started Thomas. 'One second there was… uh… Felix, flirting endlessly, Remus kept screaming nonsense but Roman didn't seem to listen or care and the then, Virgil appears and kicks Felix off the stairs-'

'This is my spot, ok!?'

'Of course it is kiddo! We should circle that out!' finger gunned Patton. Logan sighed.

'... And then they're both kissing and touching in places I don't want to think of because believe me watching myself do those things to… myself, wasn't something I needed.'

'Well, we can't blame Roman for that kiddo. Lust tends to be very… convincing.'

'What do you mean…?'

'Just as Virgil has his loud voice and Remus has his…'

'Screech.' offered Virgil.

'... Screech. Lust has a…'

'Sinful.' offered this thime Patton, shivering.

'... Luring voice.' it is impossible for any of us to resist it.' he said, fixing his glasses. 'We are, however, less susceptible to it than Roman.'

'Oh...I see.'

'Deceit is practically immune to it, since he can lie to himself, then Logan, then me, then Patton…' listed Virgil. Patton whined.

'He got me bad last time…'

'Again, nothing to be ashamed of Patton.'

'What about Remus?' Thomas asked, receiving a deadpan from everyone. 'Right, never mind.'

'How are you feeling now, Thomas?' asked Logan, eyebrow raised.

'Way better, this was just…wild.' answered their host.

'It seems that Deceit has everything under control again.' nodded logic.

'It was very nice of you to thank Deceit like that, kiddo. He was so happy! I know we don't show him much love...or at all! Maybe I can make him some waffles!'

'He likes chocolate waffles…' whispered Virgil.

'Awww, alright! I'll make us all chocolate waffles! See ya, kiddo!' exclaimed Patton, sinking down.

'Bye, dad.' smiled Thomas, before a sudden thought crossed his mind, making him frown. 'Wait a second, does Felix calls him Daddy for…?'

'Yeah, he does.'

'A correct assumption.'

'Ugh.'

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FE Femslash Week: Day 5

Prompt: Strength

Fandom: Fire Emblem: Awakening

Ship: Miriel/Sully

Title: Strength, and A Lack Thereof

AO3 Link: Here

Sully drags Miriel along to one of her training sessions. It is the single most painful experience of her entire life.

“Up an’ at em!”

An enemy would not be so foolish as to announce their presence. Therefore, the current matter is of less relevance than Miriel’s current occupation. Sleep is of the utmost importance for the functioning of the human body. Yet, the noise outside her tent persists.

“Miriel! You have until the count of ten, then I’m breaking in, like it or not.”

There is not much to break. The flap of the tent lacks any sort of locking mechanism. “Breaking” in will yield no damage to the tent. It is not a compelling threat.

“I warned you.” The pest outside growls.

The sun streaming into her face seems to have an above average magnitude of brightness. She groans, taking the logical course of action and positioning an obstruction between her sensitive eyes and the offending light.

Her pillow is cruelly tugged away.

“I do not appreciate this,” she snaps, squinting at her assailant. She can’t make out much without her spectacles, but the blurry red splotch confirms her suspicions. Sully.

Said woman snorts, holding out something with one hand. Miriel accepts the offering; her glasses. She slides them on. Sully has one hand on her hip, and she looks rather unimpressed. She’s already dressed, albeit not in her usual armor, merely loose shorts and a sleeveless top.

“You’re the one who said you needed to see my workout routine.” Miriel vaguely remembers making that request. She had assumed they would arrange in advance a time-frame during which she could observe, preferably one far later in the day. The sun isn’t even fully risen.

“Would it not be wiser to wait for evening? The present temperature is sure to be unbearable.” Sully is unaffected.

“I do this every morning. No point in rearranging my entire training schedule just for today. Besides, don’t want any confounding variables or selection bias, do we?” In hindsight, it was extremely unwise of her to explain any concepts relating to scientific experimentation to Sully.

“You will have to give me a moment to prepare myself. I failed to foresee this outcome.” Sully waves her on, ignoring the bitterness of her tone. She rolls out of bed and begins to gather her usual robes, but Sully stops her, tugging them from her hands.

“You’ll overheat in those.”

“I wear these every day. I assure you, I am aware of my own limitations.”

“You don’t do any heavy exercise on a daily basis, though.” Miriel freezes.

“I do not. And I am not engaging in anything of the sort today.” Sully smirks.

“Oh, yes you are. Won’t experiencing it for yourself make for better observations?”

“I refuse to make a spectacle of myself. I will only be an embarrassment.” Sully raises an eyebrow.

“Good thing everyone else is still asleep then, huh?” They lock gazes. Miriel will not yield. Sully sighs.

“I suppose it was too much to ask. Poor nerd like you can’t take a challenge.” Miriel yields, snatching her robes from Sully and shoving them back into her chest. She instead opts for breathable pants and a long-sleeved shirt. Despite the promised heat, she will not debase herself further by wearing more revealing clothing. Her lack of muscle mass will be apparent enough as is.

She pushes her way out of the tent, arms crossed.

“How shall we begin?” Sully is inordinately pleased with herself.

“Stretching. And then a little warm-up jog.”

Evidently, a “warm-up” jog entails a mile long run around the outskirts of camp.

“It’ll take ten minutes, max.” Sully promises sweetly.

Twenty minutes later, Miriel is panting heavily, bent over at the waist and gripping her knees tightly with her hands. Sully rubs at her back soothingly, as if the traitor didn’t laugh at her plight mere seconds ago.

“I suppose we can skip the cool-down one at the end of all this.”

“A prudent choice.” She manages between her desperate struggles to obtain oxygen.

Next up is strength training, courtesy of the weights stowed in the supply cart. Mercifully, Sully allows her to make use of the lighter ones rather than match Sully’s admittedly impressive load.

It feels as if her bones have been replaced with a mysterious gelatinous substance when they finally finish. Her motivations for pestering Sully into this seem unsound given the current state of affairs. She had wanted to spend more time with her, but been unwilling to phrase it in that way. She had no desire to appear needy.  

“Now a little light ab work.” Miriel perks up, straightening from her bent over position and sliding her glasses back into place.

“What purpose will that serve? I may require a demonstration.” Sully sees right through her ruse, pushing up her shirt and flexing to reveal the tight lines of her abdominal muscles. Miriel, out of scientific curiosity, stares intently, nodding sagely. Sully allows the reprieve for a scant thirty seconds before lowering herself to the ground.

“No more stalling.” Miriel does not pout.

“I would never do something as asinine as that.”

Sully insists that Miriel complete as many of her drills as possible. Though she lacks the necessary evidence to support her hypothesis, she suspects that many of these “drills” were invented by Sully for the sole purpose of extracting as much pain from the victim as possible.

In the end, all she has left to complete are fifty more sit-ups. Despite Sully’s nonchalance, it is a monumental task. Sully is sprawled out in front of her, her own sit-ups long since finished, an elbow resting on Miriel’s feet to assist her with her burden.

Miriel makes the executive decision to implement a brief break.

“It should not be physically possible to do this.” She complains, staring up at the sky above her. The dawn sky is beginning to recede, leaving only the faintest traces of pink and orange behind. A lone cloud drifts aimlessly by, a puppet to the wind. It is a reflection of how her spirit feels. Without life and at the mercy of her environment.

She closes her eyes and sighs. Just a prolonged blink. One should never slack off during training, no matter how pleasant the radiation of the sunlight feels, permeating through her epidermis and seeping into her tired bones. A nap would be the ideal remedy for her current predicament.

The warmth disappears. She opens her eyes to see Sully leaning over her, looking a bit concerned.

“You know I was jus’ givig you a hard time,” she says. “You don’t actually have to finish.”

Miriel shoots up, ignoring the spike of pain the motion prompts in her abdomen.

“I will not leave this experiment only half complete.” She doesn’t point out that doing the exercises herself won’t actually provide reliable data for how the work-out affects Sully, due to their difference in muscle mass. Sully refrains from mentioning it as well, though she undoubtedly thinks it.

Instead, Sully smiles softly.

“How about some encouragement, then?” She places her hands on Miriel’s feet and leans over her knees. She makes a profoundly over-exaggerated “kissy” face.

“Every time you make it back up here, plant a big one.” A positive stimulant as a reward for completing an undesirable task. Devious. Despite the ridiculous nature of the suggestion, Miriel cannot find it in her to resist.

Her first attempt results in her almost breaking Sully’s nose with her forehead. The second nets the desired result, and Miriel finds herself focusing single-mindedly on her goal. It seems as if no time at all has passed when Sully stops her.

Miriel collapses immediately.

“I am fine.” It is one of the least convincing lies she has ever told. If she was sound of body, she would be recording the results of the experience in a notebook. Waiting too long will deem her recollections unreliable and tainted by the failures of the human mind. That would require her to repeat the experiment to gather more results.

Or, she can abandon the experiment. It was never her primary objection, but Sully doesn’t need to know that.

Sully crouches in front of her.

“C’mon,” she says, gesturing to her back. “I’ll take us to breakfast.”

Miriel climbs aboard, securing her arms around Sully’s neck. She’s a little too tall for the position, and her legs dangle awkwardly even as Sully wraps her hands around her thighs.

Miriel rests her head on Sully’s shoulder. The walk to the mess-sector of camp is relatively short, but perhaps the additional burden will cause the trek to be elongated. There may even be sufficient time for a proper nap.

As they weave their way through camp, they receive a few stares. Miriel has both sound reasoning and physical evidence to prove that she does, in fact, require this piggyback ride. Sully just waves jauntily. At least, until Vaike sees them and gapes, looking aghast.

“Sully! I thought you’d be gentler than that in bed!” Sully splutters, face going red. Miriel draws herself up and summons what energy she can, igniting a small spark and setting Vaike’s hair on fire.

“Think before you speak, you knave! Observe more carefully! From our dress, we were clearly engaged in a training session.” Vaike yelps, clawing futilely at his hair. Negative reinforcement may be the key to convincing him to think before he speaks. Miriel snaps and the flame goes out, his hair only mildly singed.

“You’re ridiculous,” Sully mutters, still embarrassed.

“I am simply defending your honor. It would not do to have false rumors spread about your prowess.” Sully goes red for a second time, barely recovered from the first incident.

Some would say emotions are illogical, but Miriel is human, and humans thrive in their irrationality. With Sully’s arms wrapped around her and her hair tickling Miriel’s nose, and Sully’s face flushed in front of her, all of the evidence points to a single conclusion: it would be illogical to not date her.

Admittedly, the fatigue emanating throughout her entire body suggests that there are more efficient things to do than train while in Sully’s company. But for now, the price was worth the cost. Sacrifices must be made for success. Although next time, Miriel will insist that Sully make the sacrifice. Sully can sacrifice her mobility in exchange for Miriel utilizing her legs as a pillow. She’ll need to recover the energy expended during their work-out.

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Kara Danvers (Supergirl): ESFJ

Dominant Extroverted Feeling [Fe]: All of Kara’s decisions are based on her feelings. She cares so much about everyone and all she wants to do is help. She’s warm, affirming, supportive, selfless, affectionate, and kind. Kara is sensitive to the feelings of others and takes care of other people emotionally. She is extremely encouraging and always knows how to make people feel better about themselves. Kara often lets her emotions control her, and she can become consumed by them. She always tries to see the good in other people. She is forgiving and willing to give second chances. Kara always goes above and beyond the call of duty, especially when it comes to helping her friends and family. Kara enjoys teamwork and she enjoys being part of a group that’s working towards a common goal. Although Kara engages in fights with villains on a regular basis, she doesn’t particularly like confrontation in her personal life, and although she favors harmonious environments, she can become very hot-tempered when she feels attacked, or when other people are being threatened. She’s very empathetic and good at relating to other people, even her adversaries. Kara needs validation and is very sensitive to other people’s opinions of her. She gets very upset when Supergirl is attacked in the media, often becoming defensive or filled with self-doubt. It’s difficult for Kara to take criticism, but she does want to improve herself and be the best possible version of herself. She likes to do things for other people, whether it’s something big, like saving them from a plane crash, or small, like flying all the way to Chicago just to get Alex some food from that truck she likes.

Auxiliary Introverted Sensing [Si]: Kara bases her judgments on her experience. When she’s presented with evidence contradicting her stance, she’s likely to dismiss it because of her own subjective history with someone or something. When everyone is trying to convince her that Lena Luthor is a member of Cadmus, Kara vehemently disagrees. She stands by Lena, because her experiences and history with Lena are what matters. When everyone else turns against Lena, Kara refuses to lose faith in her. She also initially refuses to accept that Jeremiah may not be the man she remembers (though she later comes around) and gets angry with Mon-El for even implying that something about him might be off. Kara enjoys traditions, like holidays and game night. Although Kara loves being Supergirl, her day job is very important to her. She likes her routine at CatCo and enjoys learning and growing within the company and she doesn’t mind performing the same repetitive tasks each day. She needs it to keep her grounded. Kara’s past is important to her and she likes to reflect on it, as well as use it to help her make decisions in the present.

Tertiary Extroverted Intuition [Ne]: Kara is an optimist and likes speculating about favorable outcomes. Though she enjoys her familiar routine, every now and then, Kara likes to step outside of her comfort zone. Ideas and possibilities are stimulating to her and she likes to try new things. The unknown doesn’t typically frighten her – it excites her. She wants to have new experiences and doesn’t allow herself to get hung up on what might go wrong.

Inferior Introverted Thinking [Ti]: It’s nearly impossible for Kara to put her emotions aside or be detached in any situation. Sometimes, when Kara is presented with facts and evidence she disagrees with, she has trouble making logical arguments. She just feels that she’s right and her opponents are wrong. Because Kara is so concerned with getting things done, she rarely stops to think critically about the predicaments she finds herself in. When Winn pinpoints Alex’s location after she’s been kidnapped, Kara wants to go and get her right then and there. Maggie tries to convince her to stop and think. Rick doesn’t look concerned. Maybe we should take a minute here, Kara. But nope, Kara’s already flying off with a rescue in mind. When she arrives, she finds that her sister isn’t there and the time that they have to find her has been cut down to four hours and Kara watches as Alex’s cage begins to fill with water. Kara doesn’t like when people try to make her (or Supergirl) out to be inadequate in any way. Sometimes, she can become quite stubborn if she feels that she knows the best solution to a problem, and can shut out other people’s opinions.

Enneagram: 2w1 So/Sx (Tritype: 216, possibly 217)

Quotes:

Alex: [cleaning James’ wounds] You’re lucky you didn’t take a direct hit. Kara: Very lucky. James: I had my shield. I love that shield. [Kara gives him a pointed look] James: And I know what I’m doing, Kara. Kara: Even if Metallo is weakening though, he’s still a fanatic follower of Lillian Luthor. We have to find out where he’s taking Lena and how to help her. James: What is it gonna take for you to realize that Lena is a criminal? She’s not the victim. She got the kryptonite. He broke her out of prison. Kara: Lena’s not a member of Cadmus! She’s not! She stopped the gang with alien weapons. She saved Alex’s life when Corben tried to kill her. James: She shot Corben and then her crazy mom turned Corben into Metallo, so that could’ve been the plan the entire time. J’onn J’onzz: We have to start treating Lena Luthor like a hostile. The evidence is too overwhelming. Kara: Winn? If you watch that video, I know you’ll find something. Winn: I did, it’s… it’s clean. Kara: Then find something to prove her innocent. J’onn J’onzz: Everything we’ve seen so far says the exact opposite. Kara: Well, she’s my friend and I believe in her. [leaves room] James: [follows Kara out the room] I’m your friend. Which is why I don’t understand why it’s so hard for you to believe me. People don’t remember this, Kara, but Clark and Lex Luthor used to be best friends. For years and Clark believed in Lex for the longest time, no matter what people said, no matter what kind of proof he saw with his own eyes. No, Lex was his friend. But Clark was wrong. Kara: Lena is not Lex. James: But they grew up in the same house, Kara. I don’t understand why you keep defending her. And you have so much faith in her, but none in me as Guardian. Kara: That’s entirely different. I am trying to protect you. James: I do not need your protection. I need your trust. You have mine. I don’t understand why it’s so hard for me to get yours.

Lena: [putting down Kara’s article about her] It’s a good article. You flatter me. Kara: I only wrote the truth. I’m learning to keep digging, even when all the evidence points one way. There’s always another side. Lena: Even when it’s hard to find. Kara: Especially when it’s hard to find. [pause] Kara: So my office is overflowing with flowers… Lena: Really? Kara: Yeah. [both smile] Kara: You didn’t have to do that. Lena: Yeah, I did. Supergirl told me that it was you who sent her. I don’t know how to thank you. Kara: Well, that’s what friends are for. Lena: Yeah, never had friends like you before. Come to think of it, I’ve never had family like you. No one’s ever stood up for me like that. Kara: Now you have someone who will stand up for you, always. Lena: Well, Supergirl may have saved me, but Kara Danvers, you are my hero.

Kara: I stopped by that food truck you like. Alex: The one in Chicago? You are my favorite person.

J’onn J’onzz: You know, I wouldn’t have minded you coming to work for the DEO full-time. Kara: I can’t leave this place. It’s not just a secret identity to me. I almost did something today that I would have regretted the rest of my life. J’onn J’onzz:: What stopped you? Kara: My friends. The DEO keeps you human. They do that for me.

Kara: Either of you have saved the world before? Barry: Mm-hmm. Oliver: Last year. Barry Allen: It sure beats screwing up the world. Kara: Hey, you are too hard on yourself. Oliver: That’s what people usually tell me. Kara: And for good reason, I’m sure. But, back on my Earth, it’s just me and my cousin. Between the two of us, we’re more powerful than… Barry Allen: Yeah, everybody in this room combined. Kara: No, no. That’s the point. That’s what you’ve all proven her. Meta-humans or not, superpowers or not, you are Earth’s mightiest heroes.

Kara: I know you said you don’t get unnerved. Oliver: Well… Kara: But if you did, I think hardship is what makes us stronger. That’s probably why these people look to you as their rock.

Snapper Carr: Teenage runaways are not news. They are clichés. You have more important stories to cover. Kara: More important? What’s more important than a mother finding her daughter? Snapper Carr: My coffee, my Danish, and the five minutes of peace and quiet you stole from me.

Kara: [seeing the inter-dimensional portal] Go back to the DEO. Tell Alex what happened. Make sure a strike team follows me. Mon-El: [as she changes, she tosses her civilian clothes to him] Right. Kara: I’m going in there. Mon-El: Uh… we don’t know what’s on the other side. Kara: Izzy’s on the other side. And that’s all that matters.

Snapper Carr: Slaver’s Moon? Very catchy. Kara: All those runaways? They were being sold as alien slave labor. That’s a big story. 8,000 words, personal accounts from the cells, from the auction house, from the daughter, Izzy, whose disappearance you didn’t want me looking into. Snapper Carr: You want a medal? Submit yourself for Pulitzer. Kara: I know that you want me to follow my head, but I would rather be wrong about a dozen leads than not follow the ones I believe in. That’s the kind of reporter I want to be. I’m always going to follow my heart.

Kara: James, part of being your own man is knowing when to ask for help.

Alex: You’ve been weird ever since I told you. Kara: I don’t mean to be. Alex: Kara, I know when you’re sad, or when you’re disappointed. I don’t know what I would do if you were disappointed in me. Kara: I would never be disappointed in you, but you said you didn’t want to talk about it anymore. Alex: Well, I do. If… if you’re not okay with it… Kara: I’m SO okay with it! Sit down. Alex, come and talk with me. [Alex sits] Kara: I think I owe you an apology. Alex: For what? Kara: For not creating an environment where you felt that you could talk about this with me. All those years we spent together growing up, the endless nights talking and sharing, now I realize that they were all about me and my secret. There’s never been room for you, and that’s my fault. And I’m so sorry. Alex: You didn’t do anything wrong. Kara: And I know… I know that this is not the same at all, but I do know how it feels to keep a part of yourself shut off, to keep it inside. And I know how lonely that can make you feel. But Alex, you are not alone. Alex: I can’t do this without you. Kara: You don’t have to. So what about Maggie? What’s she like? Alex: I… I just like her so much. You know, she’s smart and she’s tough and she’s just beautiful. She’s so beautiful. Kara: So are you.

James: [shows his signal watch] Kara, he gave me this a long time ago. If I ever got in trouble, I could contact him. Kara: But you weren’t in trouble. When did you even call him? The second I left? James: Kara, I made a promise to your cousin. If anything ever happened to you… Kara: My cousin doesn’t get a “get out of a jam card” when he first started. Neither should I.

Kara Danvers (Supergirl): ESFJ was originally published on MBTI Zone

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MBTI and defense mechanisms.

SUBMISSION by lexwrites

MBTI and defense mechanisms: My reason behind this submission is solely a projection (or I should say, a depiction) of defense mechanisms (defending oneself psychically) as a function of inferior cognitive function, and therefore types by extrapolation. This is NOT a representation of the inferior functions / types per se. Some defense mechanisms, and what they mean: 1. Denial: denying uncomfortable reality; pursuing pleasurable instincts instead. 2. Regression: revert back to an earlier, more easier behavior; tendency to self destruct, childish. 3. Repression: completely forget the experience.  4. Displacement: transfer emotions from source of the frustration to someone or something else entirely.  5. Projection: projecting feelings (often of insecurity, shame etc) on to somebody else. 6. Reaction formation: behave opposite to how you truly feel.  7. Intellectualisation: to remove the ‘emotional self’ from the equation.  8. Rationalization: making excuses for (bad) behaviours.  9. Sublimation: to convert inadequacies, unfulfilled desires etc into productive endeavors.  Defense mechanisms and types coping with extreme stress (in the grip): ExTJ: inferior Fi (ENTJ, ESTJ):  Sublimation. “Sad? *scoffs* I’m not sad, that’s ridiculous.” Compensates feelings of despair by controlling what they can. Overachiever. Works hard, feeds personal anguish into work, profitable pursuits. Choose not to think about their feelings.  INxJ: inferior Se (INTJ, INFJ):  Denial. “I will continue to do mind-numbing activities like binge-watch tv series or over-eat; it’s best to pretend nothing is happening. This too shall pass. What do you mean I have a problem?  There’s no problem; just the next best thing.” ENXP: inferior Si (ENFP, ENTP):  Repression. “Trauma? What trauma? No, I don’t remember it being that bad. Are you sure you’re remembering it right?” *puts themselves in the same position time and time again*  IxTP: Inferior Fe (INTP, ISTP):  Regression. Temper tantrums, touchy, tendency to be egotistical. “I’m wrong? No, you are stupid.” Obsessed with image, irate when not given credit for their work. Snobbish. “I only associate with people of my kind.” Child-like. Also, reaction formation: passive aggressive, manipulative. “Ugh, she looks terrible.” *actually envious of her* Gossips. Hate your colleague? Be very nice to him.  ESxP: inferior Ni (ESTP, ESFP): Rationalisation. “What’s the point? Anything I do will only end the way I see it: badly. Nothing works. I can sense my impending doom. Excuses? No, it’s not my fault, really. It’s just how it was supposed to be. Yes, I’m going to sit here. Yes, I’ll do nothing. At this juncture, what is left?” IxFP: inferior Te (INFP, ISFP):  Displacement. “Shut up. Don’t tell me what to do.” *Hurls paperweight at the wall* Becomes obsessed with logical fallacies. “What an imbecile.” Can become calloused, totally unmindful of others’ opinions and emotions. “Move. Bitch.” ExFJ: inferior Ti (ENFJ, ESFJ): Intellectualisation. “Why? Why is this happening? Why me? What’s the point? There is an explanation. There has to be. I’ll figure this out.” ISxJ: inferior Ne (ISTJ, ISFJ):  Projection. “No, that is an incredibly stupid idea, it won’t work. Let’s be realistic, it’s never been done before. Do you know why? It sucks. You suck. Try it? Don’t be naive. Do you understand how utterly irresponsible your idea is?“  Disclaimer: 1.  I am not claiming that these are the only types that use it. E.g.: ENTJs may use denial, INFPs may use repression, et cetera. Also, a type may (more likely scenario) use a variety of mechanisms at once. A likely combination (for a given type, based on preference) is - intellectualisation (“The reasoning behind this crisis is…”), rationalization (“Call me an arsehole, but I’m just being objective when I’m doing this…”), and displacement (*screaming at the unfortunate guy that accidentally ‘stepped on your toes’*: mostly a loved one, completely isolated from the source of the crisis.) 2. I am not claiming that these types have to use this.  E.g.: An inferior Fi might not use sublimation at all. It might use intellectualisation as a result of emotional-numbing. An inferior Ti might use the same intellectualisation in a much more cutthroat manner. An inferior Ti could use denial because logically speaking, nothing is working, so might as well stop worrying and start pretending the problem doesn’t exist.  3. Also, with varying positions in the stack, different mechanisms may occur. This is usually how the defense mechanisms manifest. E.g.: ENTJs. Te (mild stress): use intellectualisation. (“Okay, this is the problem.”) When Ni is bypassed (continued stress) and Te-Se loop is initiated, they might go into sublimation (“I don’t care about the meaning / purpose. All that matters is results.” Deadlines, money, promotions.) And when the threat consumes them: grip is engaged. Sublimation may continue. (“I’m so fragile, I’m surprised people don’t see it. Good, at least it’s working. Keep at it.” *works harder and harder, each attempt more feeble than the last*) From here, it could go anywhere, based on individual / the situation / both. 4. The same type might use the same defense mechanisms in various positions.

E.g.: A Te-dom may use the same sublimation mechanism as an inferior Fi but for different reasons. Te might be aware of its short-comings and balance it (“I am terrible at memory tasks. But I show good analytical thinking:  I’ll play to my strengths and study physics instead of the social sciences.”) An inferior Fi might show escapism from its feelings just to stop wallowing in it (which, obviously, will get worse until the mechanism stops working altogether).  I can think of multiple combinations, none more preferable, each as predictive as the individual. The submission was merely a starting point, as operations are to arithmetic. With time, one learns, builds, advances. As one of my initial attempts at properly dissecting functions other than my own, my perspective might tint them. You have been warned.  Good day.