#perfect example of two chaotic intelligent people

[lolottes]

Tim: he or she needs a name, but what?

Danny: hum, I already have a clone that has a name derived from mine, so I guess it's your turn?

Dick whispering and being ignored: wait, a clone?

Tim: arg, he doesn't have many gender neutral nouns in this one

Danny: Otherwise we could do the star names, Betelgeuse and Belatrix ect are out of the game because of the pop culture references but he still has plenty to do

Tim bas: hum, it's better than a name based on birds…

Tim realizing: wait, YOU HAVE A CLONE!

Dick still ignoring: finally!!!

Danny: please don't shout it, and yes my asshole godfather is a fruitloop who wants to get rid of my father then marry my mother and therefore adopt me, but since I absolutely don't want that, his "big idea "It was cloning to replace me.

Dick ignore: he insults people with cereal names? I don't know yet if I absolutely love or hate it.

Quick idea before I collapse into the sweet embrace of sleep.

Danny (running on two hours of sleep for the week) stumbled into Tim's apartment by accident. He looks around at the case files strewn about and the mountains of empty red bull cans, ramen cups, and coffee mugs before turning to Tim who's mid sip hunched over his computer.

Danny: Damn bitch, you live like this?

Danny: *proceeds to collapse of exhaustion*

Tim who just got shamed by some rando in his own home and is highly insulted: ...wtf

[mrmorsh]

Chaotic swap is a universe in which the roles of the characters have been changed, but the characters themselves have remained the same. For example, Rouge in the role of Shadow still retains its basic character traits.

Agent Shadow is an elite agent of the Gun organization. His specialties are espionage and theft of important data. Trained by the best special forces fighters, thanks to which he is able to fight back even the strongest robot. His rocket boots allow him to temporarily levitate as well as make a series of short but fast jerks. During his time at Gun, his senses had dulled and Shadow had become more cool-headed. The hedgehog has a side type of earnings — the New Babylon Casino as well as a series of bars. Loves :Successfully completed tasks, money, as well as strong girls. He usually acts with cold and businesslike indifference, only occasionally showing his vulnerable side. It has a set of different types of gadgets, bombs, special glasses and pistols. Despite his cold nature, Shadow has a narrow circle of personalities that he can call friends without doubt or sarcasm. Just that the hedgehog hides his real emotions behind the mask of a harsh and cold agent. Of all of them, perhaps only two saw the real emotions of the hedgehog. Most often, it separates the eternally arguing Rouge and Lien-da, Which is why most often it becomes a beacon of reason for Rouge and Lien-da.

Rouge is a perfect life form created by Professor Gerald Robotnik as a universal medicine. Extremely dangerous due to the power to control the energy of Chaos, as well as because of the abilities that were added thanks to the altered dna. She is able to destroy stones and metal with her scream, but this ability requires great strength and concentration. Her element is air, so anyone who decides to arrange a fight in flight will instantly fall to the ground due to a barrage of attacks. She is a little obsessed with the power of Chaos Emeralds, so she tries to collect them. Rouge communicates quite easily and playfully—this behavior is associated with watching a lot of old movies on vhs, in which the main roles were played by spy girls. Rouge took the manner of her communication and behavior from the heroines of similar Films and TV series. Despite her cheerful demeanor, Rouge is still plagued by nightmares about the Ark colony, perhaps she has post-traumatic stress disorder. Her main connection is that Agent Shadow is her personal psychologist, he often calms Rouge at night when she wakes up from Another nightmare. Agent Shadow may be Rouge's main love interest, but due to her inexperience, all she can do is flirt. She is very proud and ready to fight dirty when faced with a formidable opponent. The carefree and playful attitude of the bat, due to its abilities, can strain some characters. To most people, Rouge seems brave, ambitious, independent, flirtatious, calculating narcissist who thinks only of herself. Although in fact this is just an image that she plays out in public, her closest friends know that the girl is actually kind, although she has moments of depression.

E.G.G-123—The most dangerous and intelligent of the E-series robots, is the creation of Dr. Vanilla, which as a result got out of control. It has a large arsenal of weapons and ammunition.Initially, E. G. G -123 was created as a robot that would kill Blaze the cat. However, as a result, Vanilla turned the robot into a guard for Rouge, who was in stasis at one of Vanilla's bases. However, the rapidly developing intelligence of the robot rebelled against Vanilla, wanting power as well as revenge for being locked underground for three years. In his arsenal there is :Rockets, miniguns, flamethrowers, plasma and laser weapons. In addition, the robot is very smart, which allows it to create its own weapons, which often work against its master due to mortality. E. G. G -123 likes to gloat and joke during battle, praising his fighting qualities as well as his mind. He often underestimates his enemies because of too much confidence in his abilities. The robot likes to compete with those individuals whose powers are not inferior to his own. He likes to arrange friendly fights with Rouge, considers her a worthy opponent. Despite his hidden desire to take over the world, E-123 himself wants Agent Shadow and Rouge to share rule over the world with him. As a result, he tends to be extremely headstrong, reckless, aggressive and destructive - destroying everything that gets in his way.

---

Dr. Vanilla is a brilliant scientist and a villain with a huge ego. Her main goal is to take over the world and prove that she is the greatest genius. Her main weapon is intelligence, which allows her to create robots and various equipment.Dr. Vanilla is a misanthrope and a passionate technophile. Meeting the criteria of a classic sociopath, the doctor does not care about anyone except himself and his cars. She will gladly stick a knife in the back of anyone who ceases to be useful, or uses it for her own personal gain, without thinking twice.However, her main weakness is her confidence in her invincibility, and because of this, she sometimes underestimates her opponents during combat. Arrogant and narcissistic, she creates countless technological wonders that fuel her huge ego, usually bolstered by her goal to finally build an empire, and she doesn't care where it starts. Determination and stubbornness can be called strong character traits, because she never gives up when most would accept defeat. Rare moments of losing control of anger turn Vanilla into a dangerous tornado of rage that threatens both allies and her enemies. Basically, he behaves calmly and coolly, showing emotions only in moments of victory or defeat. She despises Blaze so much that she refused to make her robo copy, because of the losses during outbursts of anger, she could easily destroy Blaze's Robo copy and at the same time half of her base. He considers Blaze unworthy to be captured even in the form of a Robo copy.

Gemerl is a robot created to copy other people's abilities as well as destroy the heroine cat Blaze.Jimerl is as fast as Blaze, and is also able to copy the abilities of other heroes, but he cannot copy more complex ones such as Chaos control. He is very restrained and calm; he never seems to be in a hurry, but he manages everywhere. On the surface, he seems quiet and modest, but in fact, he is probably no less insidious than Vanilla, with the only difference that he is very good at hiding his true feelings, thoughts and intentions.Other robots know that he is vindictive and vindictive, and will always figure out how to ruin the offender's life. Therefore, everyone tries to maintain the appearance of a good relationship with him. Jimerl himself is quite satisfied with this state of affairs. The only thing that can break his usual equanimity is the appearance of a possible competitor.He is a violent, aggressive, cold-blooded and intelligent killing machine with a great superiority complex. However, from the very beginning, he had a habit of imitating Blaze's gestures, if not in a mocking manner.Jimerl's most dominant trait is his hatred and obsession with Blaze the cat. Programmed with the sole purpose of surpassing and destroying the cat, the robot is obsessed with the belief that it surpasses Blaze in all parameters. The robot considers itself as it says:"Jimerl is excellent, Blaze is insignificant!"

Agent Vector is Dr. Vanilla's devoted assistant, who may be in love with her. As a rule, he performs secondary work, collecting materials for the construction of bases, checking factories for the production of robots and making coffeeAgent Vector is the most calm of their henchmen Dr. Vanilla.Vector is used to Vanilla's not always obvious plans and understands her better than most other people. He obeys the doctor, taking all insults in his direction and doing some humiliating things without unnecessary questions. Vector tends to consider himself the smartest in any situation. This may not always be true, but he is really quite smart, considering that he lasted the longest as Dr. Vanilla's assistant.Vector usually shows a calm side of himself. However, he speaks in a rude tone and may not pay attention to the details of the conversation. At the same time, Vector himself does not mind and frankly deceive and mislead, imitating Dr. Vanilla, whom he admires and respects.

---

Amy Rose is a combat soldier created by former subordinate Vanilla -Tails. Amy was originally created to destroy Blaze the Cat, but then Tails directed his forces to create his empire. Rose has become a leading force that helps Tails with his plans. Amy is gloomy, speaks little and is cold-blooded towards any battle or opponent. It can release lightning bolts from its body and also move at equal speeds with the Blaze the cat. Her main ability is dark inspiration, which causes the worst and most evil in the personality to wake up. She does not show emotions even during the battle, because she is gnawed that she is just a living weapon created for destruction. But despite this, she finds the company of the robot convenient for her, to some extent she considers the Metal unit her only friend. She is ready to listen to the ideas of others when she admits that she does not really have a special plan of her own that could be implemented, which makes her more open to suggestions. In the future, she will hate Tails and will be obsessed with finding her real family, although it is still unknown whether she was created in a laboratory or was kidnapped for experiments. He likes to use a bat that can absorb energy from Emp or other sources and then release it in the form of lightning. She hides that she likes to be read bedtime stories.

Metal unit v.3.0—Was created as an attempt to replace Jimerl, but now monitors the state of the Amy. Metal was created with an eye on the doctor's past work, trying to do everything so that the Robot would not get out of control and rebel against the creator. However, due to the advanced adaptive artificial intelligence, he soon overcame the program. He was programmed to take care of Amy, but then the program turned into true emotions. He likes to cook , but because of the imperfection of his program, the food he prepares becomes a biological weapon. The unit is able to use its powers to control water, is able to create whole storms and even tornadoes. Due to the connection and trust with Amy, he is able to combine his attacks and non-attacks. However, he can be too obsessed with Amy's safety, which is why after her defeat he can retreat, taking the hedgehog with him. He speaks politely and formally, addressing others as "sir" or "ma'am." Despite his restrained behavior, he is capable of moments of strong emotions: when he thought that Amy had been fatally injured, he flew into a rage and destroyed everything he saw.

Tails Miles Prower is a former fan of Dr. Vanilla, who decided that he would outgrow his idol and that he would be able to take over the world. He has a lot of knowledge in the field of creating cyborgs, mutants and robots. Uses Warp Topaz and its energy to open portals, hypnosis, and energy shots from a prosthetic eye. He voluntarily replaced some parts of his body, which is why he received additional abilities:Shooting a laser beam from the eye, hacking techniques, strengthening strength thanks to a robo hand. Initially admired the work of Dr. Vanilla, an unrecognized scientific genius and a big ego forced Tails to enter the road of crime. In addition to his intelligence, the fox is a pretty dexterous manipulator. He could masterfully use other people to his advantage to get them to cooperate with him or lure them into traps, and he knew exactly how to strike his enemies where it hurt the most.The fact that he had been an outcast for so many years made him bitter and cynical. A selfish genius who puts his own well-being above everything else.He is very easily ready to say goodbye to the life of another living being, so he immediately put Amy in front of a choice either she serves him or dies. Tails managed to sew a device inside Amy's heart that can stop the girl's heartbeat. He has absolutely no sympathy and considers Amy and Metal as ordinary instruments that can be replaced.

[doingdathockey]

Dubas' participation in this event said a lot about his leadership style. As he is also handling general manager duties on an interim basis through July, Dubas could have left this portion to the amateur scouting crew. Instead, he made time to travel from Toronto to Buffalo to be involved in a couple long days of draft prep in the midst of a chaotic time for not only Dubas, but also his family - wife Shannon, son Leo, and daughter Lennon.

"I think number one, it was important for me to be here with the staff, because I haven't worked with them the whole year," Dubas said. "So be here in support of them, get to meet people who I don't have as long a track record with.

"But, more importantly, just to get to see the process that the team goes through and learn the way that they go about it, so that I can try to be helpful and help the process as we go through the next few weeks before the draft in Nashville."

And it wasn't just that Dubas was there - it was that he was completely engaged. On Dubas' first day in Buffalo earlier this week, he got to Pittsburgh's suite bright and early before the rest of the crew arrived. Once they did, Dubas greeted everyone warmly, and made it clear right away that he was deferring to them in this process, and that it shouldn't be the other way around.

Dubas was focused and observant during every session, with each player getting his full attention, as he really only looked away to make notes. He was true to his word about not wanting to interrupt the flow, only asking follow-ups here and there. For example, when a forward mentioned that he had driven his line last season, Dubas said, "what exactly does driving a line mean to you?" And when another said he liked listening to podcasts, Dubas wanted to know which ones.

Dubas did have one specific question he asked at the end, which was some variation of: "if I was going to watch one game of you at your absolute best from this year, what game would you tell me to watch?" Some kids answered without much hesitation, but there was one prospect in particular who thought long and hard. And instead of pressuring him for a response, Dubas offered him the chance to think about it more, saying he could text him with his reply by the end of the day, with the two exchanging numbers.

It was clear that Dubas relishes this particular area of the draft process, saying, "I really enjoy this part of it. Enjoy getting to know the players and who they are, in case you draft the players, so you know the type of people that are coming into the organization. And also, I know it's only been a few days, but start to identify the types of people that we want to bring in that are going to become great Pittsburgh Penguins."

And speaking of great Pittsburgh Penguins, Sidney Crosby was drafted by the organization all the way back in 2005, the year most of these kids were born. Having grown up watching him, they all possess so much admiration and respect for the captain, which definitely came across.

"I know there's no perfect people, but he's as close to perfect as it gets," one prospect said before wanting to know more about what sets Crosby apart from everyone else, as the Penguins gave the kids a chance to ask questions of their own at the end.

Dubas truly lived up to his stellar reputation as a leader who fosters collaborative relationships with everyone around him during his stop in Buffalo, leaving a great impression on the Penguins scouting staff, who appreciated having him around and getting the chance to have some good conversations.

"I think I speak for everybody that's here with the Penguins that we've enjoyed one, getting to know him, and two, learning from him," Pryor said. "Obviously extremely intelligent, and we can learn a lot from him. He's been really open asking us questions. We've been able to ask him questions as well and kind of pick his brain. So, anytime you get a chance to spend with him and get to know him and understand him and his path - he's been extremely successful and he's really intelligent, so it's always good to be able to pick his brain."

people gushing about dubas and sid… excellent

[stickycreatorunknown]

Together - Dabi x f!reader x Hawks

Pairing: – Dabi x f!reader x Hawks

Summary: You were close with them both, in more ways than one

Warnings: (Proofread) No spoilers, 18+ Content, Minors DNI, all characters 21+, foreplay, fingering, cunnilingus, fellatio, rough sex, marking, penetration, unsafe sex, some degradation (slut), multiple orgasms, overstim just a bit, slight BL, aftercare mentioned

Word Count: 5.5k

/Masterlist for more

There was something about the two of them together. At first, you couldn’t quite put your finger on it. They were so different, but when together they seemed to mesh so well. Thinking on it further, they were quite similar, at least sometimes. Both men always seemed to exude confidence, though it seemed that behind that were wildly different examples of what they felt confidence was. Keigo often put on a calm face, an easy-going demeanor even, but you knew he was always cautious and alert, constantly thinking and taking steps toward all of his goals. He showed a jovial spirit with a kind smile but could be quick to judge and tended to trust his instincts over anything else. Dabi, on the other hand, was abrasive and disrespectful, seemingly chaotic but really quite calculated. Everything he did had a purpose, but what that purpose was for him to know and no one else to worry about. He loved confrontation, seemingly choosing to be argumentative just for the fun of it, completely aware of his blatant disrespect towards others but continuing to choose those actions anyway. He found some sense of joy in knowing he could stir others so easily, was highly self-aware, and was able to use everything to his advantage. Keigo was similarly intelligent, though never cruel. 

As different as they seemed, those things seemed to fade when they were together. Keigo’s quick wit was a perfect match for Dabi’s argumentativeness. Dabi’s chaotic personality seemed to fit so neatly beside Keigo’s laid-back attitude. They could banter for hours. Your first experience with this surprised you, expecting Dabi (someone you considered a friend, though you knew he would never utter any kind of agreement on that) to be quick to anger with Keigo’s demeanor. Instead, you found they seemed to complement each other’s nature. Dabi was a bit calmer around Keigo, and Keigo was a bit freer around Dabi. You didn’t know Keigo as well as Dabi, but you knew people sometimes found him blunt, Dabi however seemed to enjoy this. You also knew Dabi to be prone to destruction, whether it be of physical things or even his relationships, but with Keigo he was so much gentler, seeming to value him more than most others. 

You had always been drawn to Dabi, his personality embodying a lot of what you wish you could be, bolder, more assertive, more aggressive maybe. You were instantly attracted to him upon meeting, finding yourself interested in more than just his mind. The first time you touched him was something that can still give you chills when you remember it. You reached to his face, thumb gentle as it brushed across the meeting of his scarred skin and natural skin, the staples cold against your soft hands. He had grabbed you to push your hand away, fingers firm on your wrist, eyes glaring into your own. But something stopped him, and you’ll forever remember the feeling of rough skin beside soft skin, the staples' coolness a contrast to the heat of his skin. His eyes even seemed to change at that moment, softening as they looked into your own, his grip relaxing on your arm as you touched more of him. Since that first time, you found yourself craving the feeling of his skin, wanting to run your hands over him constantly, count his staples, and kiss his scars. He seemed surprised at the way you had planted delicate kisses over every line of his body, trailing along each scar and treating it so sweetly, never once flinching away or making the face many did when they saw him. 

It reminded him of the first time Keigo had touched him, something you weren’t aware of. The way Keigo’s hand held onto his wrist, not retreating when he felt the roughness of his scarred skin, instead holding tighter. The first time Keigo touched him it wasn’t sexual, but it turned into something more after each time. You had never realized the men were so close until all three of you were together and shared a moment. You paid close attention to the way they looked at each other, Keigo’s golden eyes staying on Dabi’s cool blue ones for most of the night. They never needed to look away to know where to touch or what to do, and thankfully you fit in perfectly. Dabi had been attracted to you for a while, though Keigo hadn’t given you much thought until that night. He was always more concerned with Dabi than anyone else in the room. But that night he saw you a bit differently, realizing how attractive you really were. He found himself almost just as drawn to your eyes as Dabi’s, whispering your name under his breath the first time you kissed. It sounded so serene coming from his lips. 

You had all made it a habit of being together quite often now, craving each other so desperately that even when the moment was slow, you had to be touching. You quickly picked up on the men’s sexual nuances. Keigo was a bit slower, much more gentle, but found himself losing control at times, something you often edged him towards, loving the way his voice got so deep and his breaths so heavy when he felt that way. Dabi was a bit rougher, liking to leave marks and hear you whine in both pain and pleasure, smirking to himself and calling you dirty things to see your reaction, loving the way your eyes light up when he calls you his slut. Keigo could never, even when he was feeling intense and moving quickly he would always call you by your name, maybe call you baby or little one if he was really losing himself. 

Tonight you were with Dabi, limbs tangled together on the bed as you ran sloppy kisses over each other’s bodies. Clothes were mostly discarded on the floor beside the bed, the light low and flickering as the fire had been lit for a while but was dimming over time. All that was left to cover you were a pair of socks, one slightly wrinkled and scrunched around your ankle as it got tugged down when your pants were torn off. Dabi wore only boxers, the waistline askew as you had been trying to tug them from his body for a minute but he kept trying to tease, tossing your hands away with a laugh after every attempt. Keigo was coming over, neither of you knew when, but you hoped soon. Dabi’s breaths were heavy and his hands were getting rougher, the way they drug over your skin, keeping your body close on top of his. He was so warm against you, chests pressed close together as your lips found his again, following his lead and biting down on his bottom lip. He loved when it went you got a bit rough, laughing to himself before flipping you over suddenly, pinning your body to the bed with his own. He scanned your face slowly, lips curved into a smirk and eyes hooded and dangerous as they trailed you. 

You squirmed beneath him, hands trying to pull him back down into a kiss, fingers wound tightly into his thick hair. His smirk was devious and his hands so easily took hold of your own, fingers winding around your wrists as he pinned them above you. His hands were so big, palms almost soft against your skin as his fingers wound around and overlapped each other, keeping your arms steady against the bed. You leaned up into him, body arching up into his, chests pressed together tightly. If the room around you wasn’t a bit cool you would be sweating, skin hot and nearly sticky as you tried to keep your body as close to his as possible. He grinned, face leaning down towards yours, lip barely brushing the surface of your skin, trailing from your chin to your temple. 

“So needy,” He whispered, his breath hot against your ear before he bit down on it, tugging just a bit as he shifted to hold both your wrists in one hand, trailing the other down your body. He took hold of your hip, nails digging into your skin as he ground his hips down against you, letting you feel his erection, a few beads of precum dribbling into his tight boxers. You shuddered, keeping yourself close to him as you rolled your hips up against him, happy to know he was as excited as you were right now. 

“What if I made you wait?” He asked, teasing as his tongue roamed down your neck, teeth sinking into the skin of your collarbone, making you whimper. He meant to wait for Keigo, leave you here like this with nothing more. 

“You wouldn’t do that,” You said back, tilting your head to the side to let him leave his mark on you, sucking on the slowly bruising skin of your collar. He laughed, the rumble deep in his chest and his eyes lit up as he looked back into yours. 

“Try me,” He whispered in a tone that could be mistaken for cruel but it made you smile, a blush dotting across your cheeks as you felt him wedge between your legs suddenly, pushing your thigh to the side for him to teasingly rub his cock between your legs, putting pressure over your clit. You gasped, jutting your hips up into him, silently begging him to do it again. His boxers were getting wetter now, his clothed cock trailing through your slick as you spread your legs wider for him. 

“You want it too,” You nearly moaned the words, his grip on your thigh firm, big hand rough as he dug his fingers into your skin, keeping your legs open for him. He trailed his tongue back up your throat, stopping at your chin and hovering his lips above your own. You whined and tried to connect your lips to his when his hand let go of your wrists suddenly and he took hold of your hair, tilting your head back harshly as he kissed beneath your jaw. Your hands grabbed hold of his shoulders as you squirmed beneath him, his body pushing harder into yours now as he rolled his hips onto you. 

“Hn!” You whimpered, pain shooting across your scalp as he chuckled quietly, his kisses softer as they came back up your face, his tongue grazing over the shell of your ear. 

“So fucking needy,” He practically growled, the hand holding your thigh moving over suddenly to let him slide his fingers between your lips, surprising you. You gasped loudly, pushing your hips into his hand as he pulled his body back just enough to leave room for him to run his fingers through your messy folds, thumb toying with your clit as his fingers were suddenly sinking into your pussy. He pulled your hair a bit harder, getting you to whimper for him again, your eyes closed tightly and your legs tensed as you held them open, feeling how deeply his fingers reached into your sex. He pushed onto your plush walls, scissoring his fingers slowly to let you feel yourself stretch out, the sound wet and messy as he fingered you quickly. You dug your nails into his shoulders, whining rhythmically with the movement of his fingers, his thumb pressing hard circles around your clit as it throbbed for him. 

He stopped suddenly, pulling his hand from you, a heavy string of your juices attached between his fingers as he held it up for you to see. He licked his lips before shoving his fingers into your already open mouth, letting you taste yourself and lick his fingers clean. He watched your expression as he pushed his fingers onto your tongue, getting you to open your mouth just a bit, letting your hair loose as he cradled your head gently in his hand instead. 

“What a good fucking slut,” He whispered, sending chills up your spine as you nodded slowly. You both peered over to the door when you heard the footsteps, boots hitting the hardwood and coming down the hall towards the open door. He pulled his fingers from your mouth slowly, resting his hand on the bed beside you now, holding himself up a bit to see who was coming through the door. It was Keigo, obviously, no one else was around today. Keigo held his jacket in one hand, the other trailing through his hair to brush it back and out of his face. It was very windblown and a mess, his tight shirt partially untucked and his belt already undone. 

He scoffed when he saw the two of you, not to offend but more so out of humor, nearly laughing at the sight. Your legs wide and Dabi’s hips between them, your chests both heaving as you breathed out, your neck covered in hickeys and his hair a mess from your hands. 

“Welcome in,” Dabi said coyly, his cool blue eyes scanning Keigo slowly, already drinking him in. Keigo grinned, knowing the look well before he looked at you. You started to sit up but Dabi quickly pinned you once more, keeping you in place as he “tsked” at you, not wanting you to get up. You pouted, wriggling your wrists just a bit as his fingers tightened and his body sank a bit heavier into yours, his cock pressing heavily against your folds. Keigo kicked his boots off, tossed his jacket atop them, and fanned out his wings for a moment before tucking them in neatly to his back, keeping them close to his body so they wouldn’t get in the way. He reached for Dabi first, leaning over the bed to take hold of his chin and bring him into a kiss, both their eyes fluttering closed as they kissed slowly. You could only watch, body held down helplessly by Dabi as the men greeted each other. Keigo’s hand trailed through Dabi’s hair slowly as Dabi sat up just enough to keep their lips connected, shifting just enough for you to feel his cock move across your body, making you whine. 

“Hello to you too,” Keigo said, pulling his lips from Dabi’s to look down at you, grinning at your compromised position. You smiled sweetly, his golden eyes making his expression soft as he glanced over your body, noting the marks on your neck and the sunken skin from Dabi’s nails in your hip and thigh. You tugged on your wrists and the men eyed each other for a moment, seeming to share some kind of communication before Dabi smirked and quickly shifted both of your bodies. He was easily able to sit up and pull you with him, tugging your arms instead to be behind your back as he moved to sit behind you as well, pulling you back against his chest as he forced your body to face Keigo’s at the side of the bed. One of his hands held both of yours together behind you, and the other pushed one of your legs to the side, giving Keigo a full view of dripping pussy before he ran his hand up your stomach and chest, holding onto one of your breasts as he rested his chin on your shoulder. 

“Hm,” Keigo made a small noise, showing approval as he sat down on his knees beside the bed, arms hooking beneath your legs to tug your hips in his direction just a bit further. Your body leaned back into Dabi’s, your arms folded neatly behind you as you felt his cock press into your lower back. Keigo’s eyes stayed on Dabi’s for a moment, the two sharing a long look before he leaned in between your legs, his breath soft against your lips as gently kissed the mound of your vulva. You whined, shifting to spread your legs further, trying to tilt your hips to guide his lips down but he only smirked, eyes on yours now. Dabi’s hand kneaded your breast, his lips kissing across your shoulder as your eyes were locked on Keigo’s, a shudder running through you as you felt Dabi pinch your nipple and Keigo stick his tongue out to slowly lick down your folds. 

“Oh!” You whimpered, tilting your head back against Dabi’s shoulder as Keigo’s tongue pressed flat between your lips, spreading them as he trailed down over your sensitive clit and towards your pussy. 

“My god,” He muttered, tongue dipping into you to drink you in before he trailed it back up to your clit, flicking over it slowly to make you moan. You could feel Dabi grin against your skin as he toyed with your nipple, biting down on your shoulder now to make you wince, your body arching as you felt the mix of pain from his teeth and pleasure from Keigo’s tongue. Keigo was delicate but not slow, his tongue fluttering perfectly over your clit as he held your hips close to his face, hands grabbing hold of your hips as he closed his eyes. You bit your lip as you watched him, pleasure written across his expression as his eyebrows relaxed and he leaned into your taste. His thumbs rubbed delicate circles over your hip bones as he alternated between your clit and your pussy, tongue moving quickly to dip into you between licks on your throbbing clit. You were a mess, moaning and gasping at the feeling of him between your legs and Dabi trailing kisses and bites over your shoulder and neck, his hand working at both of your breasts, teasing your nipples. 

Both men knew when you were about to cum as you gasped loudly and your legs twitched, Keigo holding onto you a bit tighter as you felt your back arch and Dabi’s hand grip your arms to keep them back as you whined. Your legs were shaking as Keigo’s eyes opened again and stared up at you, watching your face twist in pleasure as his tongue moved quickly over your clit, drawing your orgasm from you. You were loud, whimpering and moaning into Dabi’s ear as Keigo sucked on your clit and lapped up everything you spilled for him. Your body shook and Dabi kept you against him, his lips trailing to your ear now to bite down and whisper to you. 

“What a good slut,” His voice was quiet and deep as you shivered from the sound, hips jutting involuntarily against Keigo’s tongue. Your movements slowed and Keigo’s tongue followed your lead, licking up and down you once more, sucking on your dripping sex for another moment before pulling away and sitting up taller. You bit your lip as you let out shaky breaths, watching Keigo lean in towards Dabi, their lips connecting again, tongues meeting in the middle as they shared a deep kiss. Dabi released your arms, letting you pull them out from behind yourself as his hand trailed down between your legs, his fingers spreading and toying with your lips for a moment before he gave a soft smack on your clit, making your body jerk up and a loud whine came from you. He grinned against Keigo’s mouth, rubbing his fingers over your aching clit for another moment before the two men parted and Keigo climbed onto the bed. He pushed Dabi onto his back and ran his hands slowly over his chest and stomach, eyeing him before looking at you. 

He nodded his head to the side, directing you to move closer, glancing at Dabi’s cock before looking back at you. You nodded, tugging Dabi’s boxers off quickly as Keigo leaned down to kiss him again, Dabi’s hands trailing over his sides as their tongues wound together again. You took hold of Dabi’s cock, sitting beside his now naked body at his hip, his legs twitching for just a moment as your hands moved delicately over his length. Your palms were soft against his skin, hands wrapping around his cock to rub up and down it as he took hold of Keigo’s hair, their kiss heavier as their lips moved harder against each other. You bit your lip, shifting a bit to lean down and take the tip of his cock in your mouth, eliciting a gasp from him out of surprise. You glanced up at him, lips wrapped around his tip as you flicked your tongue across it, licking up the precum that came leaking out suddenly. Keigo’s lips trailed down his neck, careful over his scars as he kissed and sucked on his skin, hands still firm on his chest as he kept him in place. 

You shifted on the bed just enough to give Keigo the room to lay his own body beside Dabi’s, trailing one hand down his chest and across the muscles of his stomach and hips. You took more of Dabi’s cock in your mouth, letting it fill your throat as you could feel the way it twitched with pleasure. One of his hands suddenly wound into your hair, gripping it tightly as you bobbed your head, letting his tip hit the back of your throat each time. Your tongue followed up and down his length with your movements, flat and pushing against the thick vein that ran down the bottom of his shaft. His hand guided you, his movements were a bit sloppy as he was focused on both your lips and Keigo’s at the same time. He held your head down onto him, filling your throat with his length and almost eliciting a gag but you tightened your lips and closed your eyes, letting him move you as he wished. 

“Ah-!” You gasped softly when he pulled you from his cock, taking in a deep breath as you watched him sit up a bit, pushing Keigo down to his length now. You grinned, scooting up his body to lean into his lips, catching him off guard. He let out a soft sigh and wound an arm around your waist, tugging you closer, chests pressing together as you kissed. Your eyes fell closed and your hands held his shoulders, tongues dancing together as he let out small groans from the way Keigo was teasing him. Keigo’s hands teased his inner thighs and his tongue trailed around his shaft, kissing and licking his balls before running his tongue up his length and taking him in his mouth finally. 

The second blowjob was short-lived, Keigo taking control suddenly as he moved from Dabi’s cock and quickly lifted you to sit atop Dabi’s lap instead. He trailed gentle hands over your body, fingers delicate as they ran down your back and over your hips, positioning you over Dabi’s cock. Dabi’s hands went between your legs, his fingers sliding between your lips to toy with your sensitive clit. You gasped, biting your lip as he grinned up at you, relaxing back into the bed as your body leaned over his own. His hand took hold of his cock, standing it up for you as Keigo’s hands guided your hips to sit. Your pussy swallowed it slowly, pulsing already as the girth filled you, stretching your walls as you whimpered at the sensation. Keigo was behind you suddenly, hard chest against your back as his lips trailed across your ear, making you shiver. 

“I’m next, love,” He said sweetly, planting a soft kiss beneath your ear as his thumbs stroked your hips. You blushed, Dabi seeing it and a smirk flashing across his face for a moment, his fingers still teasing your clit as you sat onto him, his length filling you completely now. Your hips jutted as Dabi lifted his own, pushing himself into you harder as Keigo held your body atop him, keeping you down as your legs shook just a bit. 

“Hn!” You whined, tilting your head back onto Keigo’s shoulder as his lips trailed your neck, kissing softly over your skin as Dabi started to fuck himself up into you. Your knees held you up, your legs shaking as you felt him move beneath you, jutting up into your body as his fingers so skillfully circled your clit. You whimpered and moaned with his every move, his hand coming away suddenly and giving another soft smack to your clit, your eyes flashing open for a moment before rolling back as he did it again, grinning to himself. Keigo held you up, kissing across your shoulder as his hands kept hold of your hips. Your own hands were on Dabi’s chest, trying to keep yourself steady as he fucked you. 

“Where do you want it, slut?” Dabi asked suddenly and Keigo pulled himself from your back, standing beside the bed now and stripping himself, letting Dabi do as he pleased again. You whimpered, feeling weak as you fell into his body, not being held up anymore as you could feel his cock twitch inside you. He was going to cum. His fingers moved fast on your clit, your body shaking as you felt close to another orgasm. His other hand wound into your hair, tugging you down to him, tilting your head back roughly as he licked along your ear. 

“I asked you a question,” He warned, and you nodded, searching for your words as you felt your pussy suddenly pulse, tightening around him, practically swallowing him suddenly. He gasped, letting out a soft moan against your ear before a soft chuckle came from his lips. He slowed his movements just a bit, eyes between you now as he watched his cock sink into your dripping pussy, feeling it clench around his length as your body shook with your orgasm. 

“What a good slut,” He whispered, biting your ear suddenly as you felt him fill you, gasping softly at the heat you felt inside you suddenly, his own body tensing for a moment as he came deep inside you. You lay atop him for another few moments, his hands slow as they stroked your hair and your hip, his lips trailing down your neck. He rolled you over carefully and you realized Keigo had laid a towel out across the bed exactly where it needed to be as you rolled onto your back and stretched a bit. Dabi got up, slow as he pulled his length from you, little whimpers leaving your lips as he cleaned himself up. You started to sit up a bit, reaching for a corner of the towel to clean yourself up but Keigo was quicker, climbing onto the bed and sitting between your legs, resting on his own folded legs as he cleaned you up carefully. You blushed, not yet opening your eyes as you felt his thumb trail slowly between your lips after dropping the towel. 

“My turn,” He said softly, partly a question and partly a statement. You peeked up at him, naked now as his eyes trailed your body slowly. Your legs still twitched and your body was covered in purple and red marks from Dabi’s fingers and teeth. The bed dipped a bit as Dabi sat back down, leaning onto his side beside you, watching your expression as Keigo moved in closer between your legs. Your thighs wrapped around his hips as he leaned down to brush his lips against your own. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders instinctively, a few of his feathers fluttering across your forearms as you adjusted them making sure not to lean against them. You could feel his cock resting against you, heavy on your stomach as he ran a hand across your cheek and through your hair slowly. 

“I’ll be gentle baby,” He whispered into your lips, the kiss soft as you felt his other hand run down your waist, palm gentle against your skin as he held your hip. Dabi reached out and stroked his back slowly, teasing the edges of his feathers and making him shiver. Dabi smirked, watching the two of you as Keigo trailed his tongue across your bottom lip before your tongue found his. He shifted his hips a bit, lifting up from you enough to let his cock fall between your legs, making you whine as you felt its heaviness against your folds. His hand guided it slowly, trailing his tip between your folds, precum wetting you again before he prodded your entrance carefully. You whimpered, head tilting back as your lips pulled from his, feeling the familiar stretch again already. 

Your arms tightened around him, feeling his solid body above you as he slowly slid into your entrance. Even being fucked mere moments ago your walls squeezed him, practically sucking him in as he burried himself inside you. Your head tilted further back, lips parting and little whimpers were all that could leave your lips as Keigo ran the hand that was holding his cock back up your folds and teased your clit. Your body shook, your hips pushing into his own as you tried to adjust to the feeling of his cock inside of you while his fingers circled your aching clit. You were close to numb from the way you came before, and his lips leaning to your ear made you almost lose your breath. 

“Feels so good,” Keigo whispered, his voice having an edge to it as you could tell how badly he wanted to fuck the shit out of you. He was being patient though, waiting for you to relax beneath him. You did slowly, your thighs loose around his hips now, his body sitting up enough to let him see you, strong hand holding your belly down as his thumb delicately fluttered across your clit. Your hands held onto his waist now, fingers digging into his skin as you let yourself relax, eyes falling closed as you felt his free hand run through your hair sweetly, his thumb brushing gingerly over your cheek as he watched your face. Dabi smirked beside him, leaning in beside you and taking hold of your jaw in his hand, his lips trailing your ear as he whispered. 

“Look at him while he fucks you, slut,” Your eyes shot open to obey him, eyes looking up into the golden iris’s of Keigo who was more than ready to start moving his hips and feel your pussy pull him back in. You gasped when you felt him pull out, not completely but enough to let you only feel his tip once more. He was still more gentle than Dabi, but the way he thrust his hips you could tell how badly he needed this. Dabi’s hand held your face and his voice was a growl in your ear, warning you to keep your eyes open as Keigo fucked you. His hand came to your hip, holding you down as he drilled into you, his own soft moans covered by your loud whines and gasps as your legs shook and your nails dug into his hips. Your back arched high and you could hear Dabi chuckle softly beside you, his other hand now toying with your breasts, squeezing them roughly as Keigo kept his eyes on you. 

“Hm,” Keigo leaned down suddenly, shifting your hips to tilt them up for him, his body pressed close to yours as he brought you into a passionate kiss. “Can you cum again for me?” He asked and your words were incoherent but you nodded fast to tell him yes. You wanted to so badly, just for him. He smiled, eyes falling closed again as he kissed you, your arms wrapping around his shoulders to keep him close as you rolled your hips up against him, making him moan against your lips. Dabi grinned, sitting back a bit as he watched, your bodies tangled together and Keigo’s grip now on the bed as he held himself up just enough to keep thrusting into you, his breath suddenly harsh as he felt himself about ready. You bit onto his lip softly, not wanting him to pull from the kiss as you felt your pussy pulsing, your body shaking with your orgasm, sending him over the edge with you. He gasped, hips stopping as he pushed himself as deeply into you as possible, letting you roll your hips against him, creating friction on your aching clit as you came, pulsing around him and milking his own orgasm. 

“Ah-!” You whined, feeling his hips twitch slightly, his cock prodding against your cervix as you felt your body coming down once again. He kissed you again, his lips slow as he cupped your face gently, your bodies pulling from each other slowly. 

“Shh,” Dabi whispered into your ear as Keigo cleaned himself up, his cock dripping from a mix of your fluids as Dabi grabbed a towel to help. One of his hands rubbed your inner thigh slowly, and the other cleaned you up carefully. You twitched with every movement of the soft towel and Dabi cooed at you sweetly. Keigo put his underwear back on and laid beside you, kissing your temple softly and you could feel a bit of the sweat on your own forehead as well as his lip. You hadn’t realized until now how hot you all were. Dabi kissed across your body, reaching every mark he left behind while Keigo brushed your hair back with his fingers. Your hands reached out and you took hold of both of theirs, grinning with closed eyes as you lay with them.

[abyssmalice]

so i wanna talk a bit about tonitoni's super fun very no problemo safe for tonitoni totally harbingy duties a bit, but then a bit turned into a rambling sprawl of words instead and i don't think i covered Everything either so maybe ill post another extra long post on this subject some other day but yeah here we are!!!!!

So, Tonia's super-fun, totally-unconcerning, child-friendly duties as a Harbinger boil down to a few things:

Misdirection

Intelligence i.e. information gathering

Violence - against the inhuman and the traitorous specifically

.

Misdirection tends to be one of the more frequent missions - she is usually placed as the deceptive "face" or decoy for another Harbinger's plans, acting to garner everyone's attention so that no one notices the actual or true activities of the Fatui in the background. Of course, she does this by being a little shit a troublemaker causing a lot of pointless mayhem.

Alternatively however, she may actually be the one acting out the real plans behind the scene, while one of her coworkers takes the heat. This is often the case if people remain suspicious of her more competent colleagues, leaving their hands tied versus Tonia who ends up being overlooked precisely because she comes across as a bratty child.

.

However, intelligence is usually seen as her "primary" duty as a Harbinger.

While the Fatui has its own spy networks - especially in the form of the House of the Hearth and its operatives under the Fourth - Tonia is considered an additional and separate agent from these preexisting structures, establishing herself as her own one-man intelligence network.

She can and does accomplish this via her Irminsul abilities - which not only allow her to retain far more information with perfect recall, but also give her access to the knowledge and memories within the leylines. In other words, she has unrestricted access to nearly every corner of the world, with the leylines acting as her eyes and ears, recording everything 24/7, in addition to being a convenient method of transport if need be.

That said, because the leylines also exist beyond Teyvat, her intelligence mainly focuses on that instead for efficiency sake - on the places that normal spies wouldn't be able to reach or leave in one safe piece, such as sealed dimensions, chaotic and dangerous locations, or lawless realms such as the Abyss.

.

Her ability to basically know where almost anything and anyone is, including a little beyond the bounds of the world itself, means she can also track people and entities in the same vein.

This leads to her third overall duty, which can be further divided into two types of work:

"Cleaning out" dangerous elements

"Tidying away" unwanted persons

The first of these is a straightforward attempt at defence in the form of offence - Tonia is sometimes assigned specific targets to deal with. These targets are usually dangerous, decidedly non-human existences that need to be put down for the safety of all, with examples ranging from the various members of the Abyss Order to powerful creatures from the Abyss and beyond the world itself.

And while any Harbinger or appropriately strong agent could theoretically take on this work as well - it's essentially just target extermination, a task everyone is trained to do - Tonia is often assigned these missions anyway because she has an easier time locating and actually getting to wherever her targets may be hiding, especially if they're existences from beyond the bounds of this world.

As for the second type of "cleaning" work she gets...

With her primary duty being to collect information, sometimes, she will need to get this information out of people. And not everyone is happily forthcoming with it. Hence, she has learned to pull this information out by whatever means necessary - and if she crosses a line or ten in the process, she's also learned to hide such violations of rights and morals as well.

If she gets specifically assigned this sort of work, she's usually assigned the more stubborn types who are unlikely to break even in the face of death. That's where Tonia applies some "personal knowledge" as well as the healing and regenerative skills she has from Irminsul, combining these into a horrid little twist for how she conducts torture sessions; it's very successful, otherwise she wouldn't be tasked with torturing people at all.

Alternatively, she can use her Irminsul abilities to get information straight out of a person via their memories, albeit this makes for some very unconventional methods. For example, to some extent, she can hijack memories from within their mind - or even eat their brains to consume memories.

And because memories are a reflection of the world itself, she has a very convenient way to also erase certain things, information, and certainly people and their tortured, mangled corpses if needed - though, she usually pushes this "erasure" only to the point of making things very, very well hidden rather than outright "gone" from the world.

In any case, it's very useful if the Fatui needs a body buried, but the body is too tricky or unique to be easily tossed into a bag in a river.

Oh yeah, this is also all very, very fun and useful for handling defectors that are found and caught and put on "trial" for being such traitors to the organization, country and Archon. Which Tonia also gets assigned to deal with even though there's plenty of Fatui Agents to do this bullshit grunt work otherwise - because, well. Tonia sure loves saying that the Fatui sucks ass, doesn't she? And yet she doesn't leave. Not really.

Hmm. Could brutally torturing people who actually try to leave the Fatui have an impact on Tonia who also genuinely wants to get out of this organization??

Who knows..............

[pandoa]

Kinda unrelated but I remembered your eah post and before I was going to sleep, I was thinking about which eah character would be the twst boy's favorite. Like, for example, Cater really likes or relates to Blondie Locks in some way and Rook likes Hunter but his top favorite is Cupid because he's the Le Chasseur D'Amour! And things like that. What are your thoughts? (I have a monster high ver to this too)

i love the idea of Cater relating to Blondie Locks lol. and Rook. ROOK. my beloved hunter. loving another hunter but adoring a fellow romance enthusiast such as himself just fits (i will be honest tho, my memory of all the characters in eah is a bit hazy but this is a fun thought to think abt so i'll do my best at remembering-)

Kalim would definitely love Madeline Hatter. they're both just such cheerful and endearing characters and i feel like Kalim would find her positivity so sweet. he also appreciates her taste for tea and tea time

this one is kinda obvious but Riddle and Lizzie Hearts. yes. from the moment he heard the girl declare a passionate "Off with her head!" he knew who his favorite was. very much relates to Lizzie's character as they both strike people as individuals with head strong personalities and are quite by-the-book when it comes to instructions

Jack thinks Cerise Hood is cool. he was probably watching eah with the first years and refused to pay attention at first, but after seeing Cerise's wolf tendencies, the show caught his interest as it was something extremely relatable. still pretends to not pay attention tho, but he peeks at the tv screen every time Cerise is in a scene

respectfully, Vil absolutely hates Apple White. she's just so happy, generous, kind, perfect, and in his words, controlling. has been on Raven's side since the beginning and will remain there until the end of time. Apple also reminds him of a certain Neige Leblanche, though if you asked Vil to pick between the two of them, he'd regrettably choose Neige (just don't tell anyone tho). he just hates Apple that much

Deuce and Dexter Charming <33333 my adorable and awkward boys. am i being biased for this? maybe i am. but that will not stop me. Deuce severely relates to Dexter's awkwardness but also looks up to his character as Deuce wishes to possess at least some of his intelligent braincells

Malleus is just confused on Faybelle Thorn's logic. breaking into parties you were not invited to? that was an option??? anyway, along with Vil, Malleus is also a big Raven Queen fan. he empathizes with her as he, too, is misunderstood and feared by the people around him

Lilia showed Silver a clip of Briar Beauty falling asleep everywhere and said "look it's you". that's it.

Floyd and Jade, for rather obvious reasons, both find Kitty Cheshire as an amusing character. chaotic personalities intrigue the twins, could you blame them?

this turned out longer than i expected omg but my brain needed indulge in this for a bit jckdsckn

[thegracelessfaceless]

*slithers in*

Can I request some Helen headcanons? Just like general dating him and maybe some nsfw if possible.

@mutat-ad-astra , ₐᄂᵣᵢg𝓱𝚝 yₒᵤ'ᵥₑ 𝚍ₒ𝚗ₑ ᵢ𝚝 𝚗ₒw. ᵢ'ᵥₑ 𝚋ₑ𝚌ₒᗰₑ ₐ 𝘴ᵢᗰ𝐩 fₒᵣ Hₑᄂₑ𝚗 . W𝓱ₐ𝚝 𝚍ₒ yₒᵤ 𝓱ₐᵥₑ 𝚝ₒ 𝘴ₐy fₒᵣ yₒᵤᵣ𝘴ₑᄂf??

(づ￣ ³￣)づ

ꇙꄲ ꇙ꒐ꋊꉔꏂ ꓄ꁝ꒐ꇙ ꉣꄲꇙ꓄ ꉔꋬꂵꏂ ꄲ꒤꓄ ꇙꄲ ꒒ꄲꋊꍌ, ꒐'ꂵ ꍌꄲ꒐ꋊꍌ ꓄ꄲ ꅐꋪ꒐꓄ꏂ ꋬꋊ꒯ ꉣꄲꇙ꓄ ꁝꏂ꒒ꏂꋊ'ꇙ ꋊꇙꊰꅐ ꒐ꋊ ꒐꓄ꇙ ꄲꅐꋊ, ꍌ꒒ꄲꋪ꒐ꄲ꒤ꇙ ꉣꄲꇙ꓄ ❤

ᕼᗴᒪᗴᑎ ᗝ丅Ꭵᔕ/ᗷᒪᗝᗝᗪƳ ᑭᗩᎥᑎ丅ᗴᖇ ᖇᗴᒪᗩ丅ᎥᗝᑎᔕᕼᎥᑭ ᕼᗴᗩᗪᑕᗩᑎᗝᑎᔕ

(With a fem!SO)

♡Let's just get canon out of the way real quick.

♡Helen is very calm and quiet

♡He isn't very expressive and doesn't speak much, but when he does, he's always the picture of the perfect gentleman.

♡If something doesn't concern him, Helen is pretty apathetic towards it. However, if it's something he cares about, Helen will be very passionate.

♡His parents treated him as a pet or toy, and this caused Helen to have repression issues.

♡He won't show emotion towards a person unless they show emotion first, then he will reciprocate. This is essential to remember as Helen's significant other; you'll have to make the first move every time.

♡Helen's a Libra. His birthday is October 1st

♡Helen's parents were so excited when they found out they were going to be parents. That night, Helen's mother dreamed that she had a beautiful baby girl with delicate features, the deepest blue eyes that she had ever seen, and coal black hair so fine that it looked like dark lace against the baby girl's alabaster skin. She woke up certain that she was pregnant with a baby girl that looked just like in her dream. Mrs. Otis went into labor and delivered a baby that indeed looked just like in her dream, but it was a boy. So they decided to continue on and name him Helen, and raise him as they would a little girl.

♡This treatment continued until he started school at six. Then his parents decided to dress him as and refer to him as a boy in order to not draw attention.

♡Helen still suffers from body dysphoria because of this. For a long time, Helen couldn't reconcile whether he was male or female in his mind, so he existed in a chaotic state of one, the other, both and neither all at the same time. Now- after years of therapy, and a great deal of time building his trust with Reader, Helen identifies as agender preferring he/they/it pronouns and a refined but masculine aesthetic.

♡Reader is the only person allowed to call him Helen. And even she doesn't do it often, only when she's serious. He prefers Reader to call him darling, love, honey, dear, and, if he's feeling frisky, Sir 😍. All others may refer to him by his surname, Otis.

♡Helen can be quite manipulative and his intelligence is obvious

♡While in "working" mode, Helen is very cautious of the scene he his creating, and presents every body as if it were a canvas to bear his work.

♡His fascination with blood stems from his childhood. He had always had trouble making friends, only managing one at a time and spaced distantly apart. His only childhood friend had been murdered by bullies in the park, rocks thrown at him for being friends with that "weird sissyboy kid" until one struck his temple, killing him instantly. The bullies had hurriedly buried his friend in the deep snow from the night before. Helen knew this, he had told you, because he had watched it all from his perch in a tree. After the bullies had fled, Helen had uncovered his friend and stared at his body lying in red stained snow, and the bullies later blamed Helen with his friends death. Ultimately, he had been cleared, as there had been a witness in the park.

♡The false accusations of murder didn't stop there, much to your displeasure.

♡In high school, a classmate of Helen's, one who happened to be Helen's only friend, fell from the building and died. A witness said that Helen had killed him, but no concrete evidence was found.

♡Not to say that Helen is an angel. You know he's far from that, too.

♡Later, the same year, as a freshman at university, Helen killed 17 people from his dorm building, and wounded 5 on Devil's Night (October 30th).

♡Helen was found insane by the courts as a minor and received 6 years of inpatient treatment before being released back into society.

♡He started "his work" again three years later, and then met you two years after that.

♡Helen smokes cigarettes (though not as much as Tim) and unwinds after "work" with music and a rum and Coke or whisky on the rocks.

♡Helen enjoys lofi hiphop; classical music; instrumental and instrumental covers of songs; music from the early 1960's like: Frankie Valli, The Big Bopper, the Animals, and the Zombies; and indie rock like The Flaming Lips, Harvey Danger, Dinosaur Jr, and The Smashing Pumpkins.

♡He loves discovering new music with you, listening to playlists you make him for hours. But you're gonna listen to some of his music, too and he makes playlists for you to play according to mood.

♡Helen's love languages are: quality time, acts of service, and words of affirmation. But the love languages he craves are: all of them except receiving gifts! Getting a gift is uncomfortable for Helen, especially if he has no gift to give back. He wants you to feel just as appreciated as you feel, if not more.

♡Helen thought that he was completely asexual before he met you. No one he had met had ever... Moved him in that way. And he was fine with that. Why should he mourn something he'd never even wanted?

♡And then he met you at an antique art showcase of pieces by and inspired by René Magritte. (Example here: ◎▼◎) After you spent hours together at the show, exchanging witty banter, and eventually, phone numbers, Helen found himself thinking about you that night, alone in bed. And then his mind wondered something it had never thought about anyone else. He wondered what you looked like naked. What your skin would feel like. How would you taste?

♡He frowned to himself, confused by the foreign thought for a moment before he realized that he felt sexual desire for you.

♡It still took him a long while of dating you before he felt comfortable enough to even kiss you in a sexual way. The two of you were practically engaged when he gave you his virginity.

♡Bonus wholesome content headcanon/drabble: Once you convinced Helen to bleach his naturally blue black hair. Not wanting to disappoint you, and telling himself that it was just hair, he consented and you happily set to work. An hour later, he emerged from the shower with a shock of platinum white hair 😱. He had to support himself with a hand on the back of the couch because his knees started shaking when he caught a glance of himself in the mirror over the fireplace. A long, thin fingered hand with a fine tremor lifted to cover his mouth. You knew without him telling you that he absolutely, 100%, no doubt, undisputedly hated it. His already porcelain skin had paled even more, now trembling chalk instead of bone China. His midnight blue eyes held a sort of flinching terror in them as they tried to look anywhere but the vicinity of the mantle mirror. You approached him gently and pulled the towel thrown around his shoulders loose and used his shoulder to balance you as you went up on tiptoe to finish drying his now shockingly white hair.

♡You leave Helen waiting shirtless in the living room to deal with putting his shoes and socks on and you pull on a light jacket to guard against the chill that manages to never be around when we need it during the daytime hours as you enter yours and Helen's shared bedroom. You find Helen a clean black tee shirt and pick up one of your beanies from the coatrack behind the bedroom door. This one was black with a tree frog leaping over the words Frog Leap Studios done in a typewriter font in white thread, a circle of bright blue making the frogs eye stand out.

♡You take the shirt and beanie to Helen and he pulls the shirt on. You feel a little sad that he's covering up, but there would be time to enjoy his body later. Helen sits on the couch so you can slip the beanie over his baby fine hair easier than going up on tiptoe to match his 6'2" lean frame. The bleach may have stolen its darkness, but it couldn't steal its softness. Helen's hair was probably the softest thing you'd ever touched.

♡Hair sufficiently covered, you and Helen get into your car and head to the only place open at the hour of 3:24 in the morning. Walmart. Your sleep schedule had never been normal and Helen didn't help you normalize it at all. In fact, if anything it had gotten worse, the two of you wrapped up in your own hyperfixations, leaned up against each other back to back, or one of you holding the other as one of you writes while the other draws.

♡You feel Helen's hand find your thigh and squeeze it, letting you know he's not upset with you. You reached down and covered his hand with yours, returning the squeeze and you finish out the short ride more relaxed now that you know Helen isn't mad at you. Helen follows you to the beauty section once you're inside the store. He patiently watches as you pick out boxes from 4 different companies.

♡An amused Helen watches you as you quibble with the four boxes. You shuffle through them, running through them over and over like a person considering their hand while playing cards.

♡You end up with him bending down slightly again so you can compare the dyes to his eyebrows. He thinks it's the sweetest thing that you're going through such a clear effort to fix his hair. Obviously you feel responsible for the mistake and he hates that.

♡Gently taking the boxes from your hands, he picks a random red and black one from the four you were debating between and puts the rest back on the shelf.

♡Then Helen pulls you into his arms and holds you tight and close, burying a kiss on top of your head. You smile into his chest, breathing in the scent of paint, paint thinner, lavender shampoo, and jasmine soap. On anyone else, the paint thinner smell would have made you sick. But on Helen, it just smelled like home. You two stay in your embrace, Helen swaying slightly to a beat only he could hear. A stolen moment, a stolen dance, to help ground yourselves.

♡Helen broke the hug after a few moments more, but kept hold of your hand. You walk to the checkout line and pay almost $10 for the dye. The price gave you a mild case of sticker shock, but you shook it off and smiled at the older cashier, who was beaming as her eyes moved between you and Helen. The two of you seemed to get that reaction from older people. That look of pure hope that more people got to experience the love that shone between you. You both thank the cashier repeatedly as Helen payed her the money needed.

"You two have a good night" she smiled at us, "the world needs more couples that look at each other the way you do. You look, at each other like you're reach others entire worlds."

"She is" Helen says softly, pulling me into a hug and a quick kiss, "She's my whole universe."

♡You're pretty certain that the woman's smile could not get bigger. But you didn't really want to find out, since you were starting to notice that her teeth were huge and you were starting to get squicked out by it. Helen must have picked up on your discomfort because he led you away in the protective half circle of his arm.

♡"My knight in shining armor" you croon at him as you walk back to the car, "Thank you for saving me. I am forever in your debt. However could I repay you, Sir?"

♡Helen took in a sharp breath and chuckled as he slowly let it out, "I can think of a few things."

♡"You'll have to show me when you have the time" I teased as Helen opened your car door for me. He'd taught you that chivalry was not dead, and you'd realized that it would be easier to let Helen be a gentleman than it would be to convince him that you could open your own doors.

♡You drove home and locked the doors behind you. You headed straight for the bathroom and Helen borrowed a stool from the island bar to sit on so you could reach all of his head.

♡Twenty minutes later, you threw dye covered vinyl gloves in the trash and settled an old towel around Helen's shoulders and neck to keep the dye from dripping on him. You'd clipped a pillowcase over his hair and you had just finished hitting the dye with heat to assure his hair took the dye well, absorbed it.

♡Helen smiled contentedly up at you from his spot on the stool.

♡You tilted his chin up to kiss him. He kissed you back and then sent soft kisses across your cheek and jawbone, and then kissed and nipped down your neck. Helen focused his kisses back on your lips, kissing you like the kisses would magically cure everything, would keep you alive.

♡The timer you'd set so Helen would know when to wash the dye out of his hair went off, and Helen stood

♡Having already taken off his shirt, Helen unfastened his jeans and let them slide down his legs, stepping out of them as they pooled around his feet, leaving him completely nude, comfortable.

♡instead of getting in the shower, Helen pulled you closer to the shower and used his nimble hands to liberate you of your clothes. Before you could protest, or even decide if ypu wanted to get in, Helen had pulled you under the spray of the shower and he stood in it now, extra dye streaming in lines

♡You turned Helen's back to you and massaged his scalp as the water rinsed the excess dye down the drain. When the water ran clear, you massaged some of the color protect conditioner that came with the dye and Helen switched places with you, his hands never leaving your hips so he could catch you if you slipped.

♡Helen washes your back for you and then your hair, lathering up a clean washcloth with jasmine soap and making sure not to miss a spot. Then he rubbed some lavender scented shampoo into my hair. Then he rinsed it and repeated the process before leaving some conditioner to sit in my hair.

♡Finally Helen worked some conditioner into your hair that matched the shampoo. You help Helen rinse everything from his hair and you condition his hair with the rest of the conditioner that came with the dye.

♡Showers with Helen always end up with him bathing you, his hands and keen eye not missing a single millimeter of your skin. Showers rarely turned sexual between the two of you, instead the two of you focused on the intimacy of showering together.

♡After all the soap and hair products are rinsed from both of you, Helen turned off the water and wrapped you in warm towels, quickly drying himself off and slinging a towel around his hips.

♡Helen obviously felt better once his hair was back to its natural inky darkness.

♡You could tell from the mischievous grin he wore as he escorted you to the bedroom.

AN: so I wrote on this well into the night... Fell asleep in the process a few times 😅. If you see continuity issues with the POV, let me know so I can fix it. I kept wanting to write in first person 😂

[apparentlyaswarmofbees]

I've been asking around this one question for a few people now, because I like hearing what people have to say about it...

So I wouldn't mind it if you shared a list on who's your favourite (from Most to Least) from the Obey Me! Crew (Brothers & Formally Undatables)...

Also, please feel free to ramble on about why you placed them in each space...

O-oh dear-

First off, you spoil an infodumper like me too much lol (I am happy sfjsjjdjn) and I am going to go overboard (and changing the order of things) for my own pleasure.

And so...

Second off...

Gladly

Here is My List of LEAST to MOST Favorite of The Obey Me Boys ^^

That I just did on spot because I didn't have one ready because it's hard for me to rate the characters as they all have their traits and even their flaws add something good to the character but I'll be dammed if I don't enjoy deep frying my brain for fun.

Please take note I am taking this literally and all characters in here are FAVORITES, just some will be more and some less, which mean I LIKE ALL OF THEM. Yes, I have changed my opinion on a certain two characters I have said to not like, and I am not ashamed to say I was incorrect.

So let's start this off with the right foot shall we?

#12 | Diavolo

He is still infuriating I won't deny that. And I won't pity him though he is a tragic character that is so lonely he overrates any kind of affection, that doesn't know how to interact with others without exagerating, that has no one to give an oposing opinion because of his status and so it's increasingly hard for him to learn to make good decisions, and with his goal to unite the realms I could almost say he is naive. He's a bit of a puppy always wanting some pets, but as a not dog person, I don't have enough in me to be always playing, so to me an overly needy puppy can end up getting annoying, though of course, I can't help it but at least give it a few pets before going my way.

.

#11 | Simeon

Yes in the end I actually liked him all along but was just in denial after I thought about it. Simeon is a good character, he's a dick even though he's an angel and he doesn't bother to be any different, he definetelly has his own set of rules he follows and I believe he would be a Chaotic Good just like me. He's well made. And as much as he is pretty unlikeable, the mystery, the questions, the fact that he has always been the same we just didn't get to interact with him much to see it, to have a naturally asshole character put down some of his walls to help us even if part out of possible self interest. And of course he's also fun. Simeon is charming, and I have come to appreciate all of him.

.

#10 | Luke

A kid. A brat and a tsundere. I Absolutely love the character development and it's extremelly adorable. He's now officially our guardian angel and I love that. He was just a prick that I rolled my eyes so hard whenever I encountered him in the game and now he's just a lil' bratty brother that is fun to tease and squish the cheeks off. He's a really nice kid in the end, just previously ignorant, but still nice because he was willing to learn and change despise saying he didn't want to. I personally can understand Luke as I was pretty alike as a kid. Again, he's a nice kid I would gladly buy some balloons and cotton candy for.

.

#9 | Barbatos

The number 1 buttler, he's just, a good dude l o l. He has his distance from everyone due to his position but that doesn't make him any less interesting. He is mysterious and powerful and yet he feels, so chill. He's also fun and actually has a pretty soft personality in which he knows exactly when to switch off to strict. He's a character I respect and wish existed in real life so I could be friends with (╥﹏╥).

.

#8 | Solomon

Shady sorcerer is actually a pretty good guy though mildly insane. He is actually responsable (and takes it pretty seriously seeing he's basically the representative of the human realm). He's kind though again, mildly insane, and diligent. He may have terrible food but the fact he does it with good intentions is pretty adorable, he just likes to follow his instincts and be spontaneous because he likes new and exciting things. He probably has quite a bit of angst to him due to his not only immortality in not aging but also by not being able to be killed but even so it feels that, contrary to how many human immortals end, he still hasn't lost the light in his eyes and can still enjoy things and enjoy being alive, and that is most likely thanks to other immortal/long living beings such as demons.

.

#7 | Lucifer

Yep. Lucifer is actually a really fucking great character, he's fond of his family, hard worker to the point of destroying himself, self punisher, elegant, pretty af, cute at times. But not exactly my most favorable cup of tea. Seeing I can see through his bullshit all his posessiveness, all his pettiness, all his actions just becomes ridiculous and annoying. And theres also a problem with the fact we always end up submiting to him, I don't want that. For every time he disrespects me I want him to kneel and kiss my feet. His pride collides with my own, and his decisions do too. But even so he is very reliable and so he has my respect for that, I do want to hug him and tell him he deserves nice things and that he can rest now this is not the war anymore you don't have to bow down to anyone anymore you didn't doom your brothers but freed them instead, but then again he makes bad decisions because he has zero braincells for emotional intelligence and that pisses me off and makes me just want to yeet him off a cliff. Yeah Lucifer, I would gladly kick you in the balls with ♡°.•love•.°♡.

.

#6 | Leviathan

Surprising is it not? But it's true, I often focus on Levi due to him not only being pretty alike to me but also because he's related to many things I have been familiar with since I was born: animes and games. His anxiousness is relatable, the outcastness is relatable, the awkwardness is relatable, the obsession is relatable, the references are relatable, the infodumping is relatable. He's very relatable to me, but not my most favorite, and all because of his envy. He's a guilt tripper, and though I am long immune to it in real life due to extreme exposure to it from my family, it still is enough for his rank to go down. I still love him though, but mostly as the character that represents the thing I am most familiar with in life: myself.

.

#5 | Beelzebub

Big puppy, he's the type of guy who will talk to plants. He has big and strong hands that could crush anything and yet he will do his best to handle some things gently. He's chill and non judgemental, loyal to the core. Once you win him over, you win him over, he would die for you. He is purposely childish at times and it's cute. He is amazing. I wish I could enjoy eating like he does. He's the only character I truly feel hurt for, as he is deeply inflicted by survivor's guilt and it just pains me I can't comfort him because he isn't real ಥ‿ಥ

.

#4 | Belphegor

Hoh boy. The brat. The fandom itself is pretty divided on their liking of Belphie and it's understandable lol. But I personally understand Belphie. To hide hurt behind anger, hate and spite, to turn to agression to prove a point but you end up just fucking up. But the guilt and wish to fix things can lead one to giving themselves up, and so it becomes a constant battle of getting close but not too close for the sake of both parties involved. I get this boy more than I wish I ever did, and that's why he's high on the ranking. And because he's cute ngl.

.

#3 | Satan

H o h b o y, another one that reminds me of myself, only it's the aftermath of the above where one bottles up all their negative feelings because being emotional is not being rational and who the fuck even wants to not be rational. Where you have no fucking idea who you are because all you know is to stomp your feet and scream for the sake of making an statement but that just proved all your enemies a point so now you turn to smarts to prove yourself. To make others angry, to make them frustrated and infuriated with your knowledge because you want to prove yourself, be reconized for who you are, to be someone and also, hopefully, change other people's ways, to make them understand they are wrong because you deep down actually want to get along with them. Yeah, Satan is high on the list, and it's also because he likes detectives uwu.

.

#2 | Asmodeus

What a fucking icon he is I love him okay. It frustrates me when people use cheating as a angst prompt for him as he's obviously someone who just isn't made for monogamy, and he's pretty honest and I feel he would have nothing to hide and would talk it all out with all his partners. He's a sweetheart that works hard on daily basis and hour after hour to mantain an image, he likes the attention, he wants to be loved. If anyone mildly self centered ever told me 'I love you as much as I love myself' I would marry them on spot. Asmo is just incredibly sweet and I love all his affection and respect him for all the work he does to make a good impression and look up to that self confidence even though most of it is actually just him trying to convince himself. Also perfect example off gender is an ilusion lol.

.

#1 | Mammon

Yep, our number 1, The Great Mammon, the most lovable dumbass that has been by our side from the start though with a bit of whining. This man is perfect. He has incredible self control over his powers, and as someone who used to be an angel to be able to use money all you want bro. I wouldn't feel bad either. He's our protector from start to end to the point he focuses on us instead of the queen in the Dame event. He isn't stupid just has selective focus just like me! And all the people with ADHD and many other neurodivergents. When he wants something he does is perfectly and diligently, he just needs the right push at the right time. He's the most good of all demons and even angels and he loves all his brothers deeply, he is always there to support everyone to the point of even allowing himself to be the punching bag for the sake of them not turning too much on one another. He was literally our first SSR card, our first call, our first pact, our first and the best. He IS great, truly.

[chibi-pix]

I was hit with the need to just talk about Pidges. And of course, I’ll go the route of talking about DotU, VF, and VLD Pidges! What exactly am I talking about? I guess thoughts, ideas, feelings, whatever. And talking about them just being a flock of dumbasses.  Keep in mind, while I’ve watched VLD numerous times, I have only seen VF and DotU once each. But, they’re always on my mind. 

Voltron: Defender of the Universe

A fine example of a dumbass Pidge, and I mean that in the best of ways. I’m not calling him that because he’s not a genius like VF and VLD, but because this is a lad who is a little extremely chaotic.  He’s a bundle of energy and chaos. Did anyone give this boy weapons? I don’t really think so. I think he just found or stole them in most cases and pretty much said “Mine now!”. Remember the grenade? He was ready to blow himself up for the sake of Allura. Honey, please, we love you. Don’t blow yourself up!  What he lacks in intellect, he makes up for in eagerness and energy. And of course cuteness. This little idiot may seem eager to die for the sake of his loved ones, but at least he’s trying.  And he’s young. Perhaps when he grows up (I know, technically, to some degree, he is also VF Pidge, but things still differ, especially when my mind is at work), he’ll mellow out. A bit. He’d be less self-destructive, but he’d still be protective of his team and found family. And who knows, maybe he’d pick up on some technological skills and learn with that, too. Then he’d really be unstoppable.  Now someone, please wrap this boy up in bubble wrap and duct tape, keep him safe. 

Notes:  Age: 12 (according to research) Alternative name: Shorty (from GoLion; I like using it for Realities Collide)

Voltron Force (2011)

Ah, the genius ninja dumbass. What’s not to love about this guy? Still the smallest (dude, the cadets are kids, and they’re taller than you! That’s adorable and amusing. Then again, by the time I ten, I was probably taller than you, too.). This guys is a genius. Quick to come up with new bits of technology as well as balancing his time with music and his ninja skills. However, he’s a bit of a mess, but that’s fine, too. No one is perfect. Imperfections are what makes people great. How is this lad a mess? He keeps updating so much, no one can keep up. He really needs to make a “Understanding Pidge tech for dummies” book or something to leave. I mean, they left contact information on the fridge, why not leave a book to understand things, too?  Now then, let’s give this lad some space to show off some cool ninja tricks or to take a well deserved rest. Get him some cocoa, hold the marshmallows. 

Notes:  Age: 24 (whether it’s canon or not, I don’t care, I’m going with it) Alternative name: Darrell

Voltron: Legendary Defender

And finally, the adaptable dumbass.  Don’t get me wrong, like Darrell, she’s pretty much a genius. But I will be honest, she may not be as intelligent as Darrell. Not to say she won’t be or even surpass him, but still. However, she may seem more so than her VF counterpart because, in my opinion and what I notice, she’s extremely adaptable. Galra tech? She adapts and hacks into it. Altean tech? She knows how to integrate it into different things without even learning from the Olkari. Olkari tech? She understood it with ease and was able to interface with their tech when her team failed. This is a lass who is just thrown into a war and she just pretty much says “Oh, tech, I can work with this.”  But, like the other two, she’s a dumbass. She gets so caught up in things and rambles, infodumps, or, oftentimes worse, gets a one track mind that could be bad for the team. That last one is especially noted when she’s ready to leave the team to find her dad and brother. At least she’s considerate and planned on leaving the green lion and got a pod ready. But if she did leave, things would have gone bad. And it doesn’t always help that she’s stubborn, sometimes that makes things worse. But her stubbornness can also be good.  Admittedly, it seems that she also sucks at social skills. She insults others or just straight up infodumps. But she does work best with computers than people. And she’s young. She’s bound to grow out of it and learn.  For now, let her grow and find herself, find her family, and find an alternative to peanut butter because this child needs peanut butter cookies. 

Notes:  Age: 15 Alternative name: Katie

Realities Collide

I couldn’t leave out a Realities Collide situation with all three of them. Because I love the idea of the trio of Pidges interacting.  I’ll be honest, Darrell would definitely be the big brother/parent in looking after Shorty and Katie. While at times he’d probably submit to their chaos and have fun, too, other times he would be stressing out over them. “Who gave this baby grenades?” “Katie, quit hacking into technology that we shouldn’t.” “No, you two cannot build a cannon and launch Shorty from it at Lotor’s castle!” But when they settle down for rest, they’re sweet and adorable. If anything happens to the two, he’d kill everyone in the room and then take them out for milkshakes. Shorty is protective. That much is known. And while he’d try to keep Darrell safe, too, I feel like he’d be super protective over Katie. And probably not because in such AU, I like utilizing blind au Pidge. She’s like an older sister, a sister he’s probably always wanted. And ignoring the fact that he actually said he had a kid sister back home, Anyway.... He wouldn’t want anything happening to her. He would also be in awe, watching his counterparts work, especially if they take the time to explain what they’re doing so he could understand.  Katie may not have the same skills, intellect, and training as Darrell, but in her defense, she’s still learning, Darrell’s had time to adjust and learn. But she does well and adapts, and she’s probably happy to see the other Pidges as her brothers. From working on tech with Darrell to teaching Shorty to even just playing, she’d get along fairly well. She’d also do her part in defending them. She’d probably get hurt like Shorty, but she’d try to think her way through it more like Darrell.  Overall, these three would make a good team. Work hard, defend the universe, then wind down to snacks and movies and go to bed.

In writing these, at least in my mind, Katie feels like a blend of Shorty and Darrell. She’s a feisty, determined, and chaotic like Shorty but brilliant and pretty much a genius like Darrell. It’s actually kinda cute. 

Anyway! I hope y’all enjoy the thoughts of the flock of dumbass Pidges.  Until next time!

[lokigodofaces]

thoughts on loki ep 2: the variant (spoilers)

under cut to not disturb your scrolling

Overall I enjoyed so that's good

Uh frick my mind blanked so sorry if things are completely out of order

I don't know, I expected the renaissance fair to be 2012 or 2021 or 2024 (Loki's time, our time, current time in the "sacred timeline"). So I was genuinely surprised when it was in 1985.

Ok, i really like the title card thing. And how the year scrolls around. It's a nice aesthetic touch there.

I wonder why the female Loki variant chooses her locations? Does she have a thing for renaissance fairs, French cathedrals, and Oklahoma?

1985 is when Back to the Future came out. And it's y'know, one of the most popular time travel movies ever. So I think they chose that year as a reference.

Again, not liking that the minutemen only have numbers, not names. It is giving me lots of Clone Wars vibes. If you don't know anything about Clone Wars, the clones are given number identifiers by the Kaminoans. Things like CT-7567. The clones would give themselves names (CT-7567, for example, names himself Rex). A really good sign throughout the series that someone is a sketchy person is if they call the clones by their numbers. The clones don't want to be known as numbers. They are people too, they deserve names, so they come up with all sorts of creative names (Rex, Fives, Cody, Tup, Hevy, Hardcase, Echo, Waxer, Boil, Wolffe, Jesse, Kix, Fox, Hunter, Wrecker, Crosshair, Omega, Tech, Matchstick, etc). The jedi respect this, and the only jedi that i can think of that called clones by their numbers is Krell, who fell to the dark side. the Kaminoans and other sketchy people all call them by their numbers and the clones don't like it. A big focus of the show is on the clone's agency (at the end, they all have brain chips that take away their agency and force them to kill jedi), and how the clones need to be respected. So for me to see in another series that people are only given numbers is bad. What's worse is that the minutemen are fine with this. They don't see it as dehumanizing or belittling. They are brainwashed into being okay with it. Which says a thing or two about the Time Keepers.

did. did the renaissance fair really have Bonnie Tyler's "Holding Out for a Hero" for their renaissance themed fight? Is this normal? Was it normal in the '80's? We saw later that the female Loki can do electronic stuff. Did she rig it to play it? For the vibes?

Also the stuff before the song was about fighting for a princess, and in the end she kidnaps C-20.

Okay, btw, I'm just gonna say Lady Loki for a while because no one has explicitly said Sylvie yet, so I'm going to refer to di Martino as Loki until she or another calls her Sylvie. Cool? Cool.

I was thinking the "Holding Out for a Hero" fight would be the roomba fight or something. It is such a good song that has huge potential for this genre. Why did they use it in a lame fight as that one?

When Lady Loki did the spell on C-20, it looked similar to what Wanda and Agatha can do. As in, it had similar visuals.

Loki reading a random magazine he finds while sitting with his feet on the desk bored out of his mind because he has to learn sh*t is a MOOD.

What is Miss Minutes? She can jump around anywhere, and pop into computers. But she can't be just a projection. She took the effort to dodge Loki swatting at her, so that may mean she was corporeal. She also could be something similar to the Kree's Supreme Intelligence?

So, did Mobius give Loki the shirt, tie, and slacks, but really didn't give him the jacket until they had to call him in? What? That makes no sense? Did the TVA not have any jackets with the variant label? Did someone have to custom design a jacket for Loki?

What is up with this show giving me things I wanted to see only in holographic form? First we saw Coulson's death, and now Loki in his Jotun form in a holograph of another variant.

Okay, Loki being someone the TVA has to constantly deal with is very on brand. Loki is a creature of chaos, of course he's going to unknowingly rebel against the sacred timeline.

Also, headcanon that the Jotun Loki we see is king of Jotunheim because that would be epic.

Also, for personal reasons I choose to believe there is a Loki variant that defeated the Avengers and immediately went queer rights.

Loki's reaction to there being many Loki variants. He's seen what his life is supposed to be. I think he is even more upset that the TVA often deals with him, that there are so many things that could have been instead if it weren't for the TVA and the "sacred timeline."

Also, I totally think Mobius was waiting for another Loki to show up to help him defeat Lady Loki. They get them so often, it makes sense.

Loki explaining the difference between illusion projection and duplication was great. And very helpful to me personally understanding lore. Also, Mobius, get your crap together. If you're a Loki expert, figure this stuff out.

Loki calling the TVA out on propaganda, we love that.

The wolf quote is actually very nice, I quite like it.

Okay, the TVA doesn't even bury or cremate or do any sort of ritual for their fallen minutemen, they just reset the timeline. Which to me seems like another way to show how little the TVA actually care for their workers.

There are statues of the Time Keepers in Ravonna's office. The camera pays extra attention to it. Keep reading for more about Time Keepers and cinematography choices.

What. What sort of relationship does Ravonna and Mobius have? What is going on there? I am really confused.

Who is this "analyst on the side?" What is going on there?

Ravonna is MEGA SUS. Along with that, the Time Keepers are mega sus.

She signs R. Slayer. Yeah. Slayer. Not at all subtle, Marvel. Letting us know that she'll do the deed if needed.

Mobius you are sending me mixed signals. What do you want?

Okay, Mobius saying Loki was a "cold, scared boy" and an "ice runt" and stuff was totally a jab at Loki being Jotun.

Mobius saying Loki is insecure because of Lady Loki is...probably true.

With the elevator, the camera stops and focuses on the Time Keepers.

The Creation of the TVA, the beginning of time, the end of time, all classified. That is sus.

Loki almost crying over Ragnarok was good. Let him cry over the destruction of his home.

Loki being the one to discover something the TVA had no idea about after a day is on brand for Loki. And it shows how the TVA really are vulnerable.

Mobius: Really? In front of my salad?

No but the object lesson was well done and actually did help me understand what Loki was talking about.

Casey! Casey drinks grape juice! Imagine how confusing this is for Casey though. Loki is captured, threatens to gut you like a fish (whatever that means), and now he's dressed like an analysist, stealing your juice box. Does Loki get Casey more juice?

Honestly, Loki looking at everything logically and scientifically is fantastic. Adds to the science = magic thing Marvel's got going on, since Loki is a sorcerer.

Loki saying volcanoes are cool is fun. I agree. Volcanoes mean the planet is geologically active, which means we won't die. Also, there is a volcano named Loki on one of Jupiter's moons. I wonder if the creators knew that and put Loki in Pompeii because he is already linked with volcanoes.

Mobius telling Loki to start off small and Loki completely disregarding that felt very personal to me.

Loki being absolutely chaotic and telling everyone they were going to die while speaking perfect Latin was iconic. I want more of that content. Let the man be buckwild.

Again, Loki finding something out after a day that the TVA never knew about is on brand.

"Be free, my horned friends, be free!" I love that way too much.

Mobius being obsessed with jet skis wasn't something I expected, but I'm down for it. Heck, even Loki admitted they were cool.

The discussion on beliefs is going to lead to saying the Time Keepers are bullcrap. Hopefully.

Grapes and nuts are "candy" on Asgard. So, when Loki was eating grapes in Ragnarok, we can interpret that as him eating M&Ms. Second, this might add to something I've seen around here. I've seen things about a book somewhere with Loki saying chocolate fountains are mythical (which is really funny to me). So, I guess Asgard really doesn't have chocolate.

Oh my gosh, so many apocalypses between 2047 and 2051...hopefully none of those happen in real life.

Roxxcart is probably part of Roxxon, something that has been around in Iron Man movies.

Lady Loki got the shovel thing from Roxxcart that she left in Oklahoma! The minutemen said it was from the early third millenia, which is where we are now! 2050 also fits that category!

I saw something about the file saying Class 8 hurricane...there are only 5 classes...which means this is a crazy storm.

Does B-15 want Loki dead? This is a legitimate question, because I think she does. Dead or pruned.

Loki looking around at the storm, I love it. This could be him loving science, or him missing Thor, since Thor creates storms. Also, at this point Loki probably things Thor dies shortly after him in the sacred timeline, so Loki would be particularly sentimental about Thor.

I love Loki drying himself off and not anyone else. And B-15 yelling about his magic. And Loki's motions are so fluid, it's so aesthetically pleasing, I love it.

Dudes, I thought B-15 was going to try to prune Loki when they were alone.

Okay, was Lady Loki bsing about the azalea sale, or does Roxxcart actually do that? I want to know.

Wunmi Mosaku did a really good job as Lady Loki, I loved it.

Loki being annoyed at Lady Loki and saying he understood how Thor felt, does that insinuate Loki can do what Lady Loki was doing?

B-15 and C-20 were both very shaken after being possessed by Lady Loki. I wonder how that felt for them? We've had different explanations of mind control/brainwashing/similar from Clint, Bucky, Daisy, Mack, Fitz, and Monica in the MCU (including AoS). I wonder what is specific to Lady Loki's possession.

C-20 kept going on about something being real. What was that about?

C-20 revealed the location of the Time Keepers to Lady Loki!

Lady Loki not wanting to be called Loki could be a sign she is Sylvie.

There's something weird where Loki's voice echoed around while the camera focused on Lady Loki. Maybe she's telepathic?

Someone needs to keep a tracker on people telling Loki this isn't his story in a show literally about him.

But, that does add to themes for his life, and how everything was always about someone else in his life. He was always a supporting character for Thor, for Odin, for Thanos. Now, even in his own story, everyone insists he doesn't matter.

I was wondering what the reset charges would be used for. I wasn't expecting a massive bombing of the sacred timeline! Wow! That was unexpected and I loved it!

Okay, this isn't from me, this is from New Rockstars. But to list all the places mentioned on chronomonitors, either bombed or not: Knowhere, Barcelona, Niflheim, Dartford, Phong Nha, Lisbon, Vormir, Thorton, Cookeville, Asgard, Rome, Sakaar, Barichara, Porvoo, Ego, Titan, New York City, Tokyo, Hala, Kingsport, Xandar, Beijing, Madrid, Portland, Jotunheim. Bolded are other planets. Those are almost all the planets visited in the MCU. So fun easter eggs there!

I like Lady Loki's aesthetic. The fingerless gloves, the cloak, I love it. And YES SHE ISN'T SEXUALIZED. So many genderbent characters are excuses to sexualize women. But Lady Loki is just as covered as the male Lokis.

Lady Loki just...left the time door open for Loki to follow...for a really long time...I'm worried he's running into a trap.

What is Loki going to do now?

Theory time y'alls: Lady Loki bombed the sacred timeline to flush the minutemen out of the TVA, leaving it defenseless. And she's gonna go after the Time Keepers themselves. We know she gets into the TVA from trailer footage, and that's what I think we're gonna see next episode. I think she (like the Loki we are following) is upset over the lack of free will, and she plans to change that. That's why she wasn't interested in helping Loki "take over" the TVA, because she doesn't want to become the leader of a new TVA, she wants it destroyed.

Alright, back to the Time Keepers stuff. They keep focusing on the middle Time Keeper. Even in the end credits they have a weird cut to focus directly on his face. I'm not 100% on this, but I like this theory. That face is similar to Jonathan Major's, the actor confirmed to be Kang the Conqueror in Ant-Man and the Wasp: Quantumania. Kang is a well known time travelling villain in Marvel. Maybe he is Kang, and is using variant versions of himself (that's a Kang thing in the comics) to mess with the timeline, and no one expects that from him. Also, Renslayer was his S/O for a bit in the comics, and they keep framing her in front of that one Time Keeper's face. I feel like this would be a good way to set up Quantumania and to show how sus the Time Keepers are.

Also, Loki was absolutely adorable the entire episode. And he got to sleep! Yay for him!

Again, I enjoyed, and can't wait for next week!

[drlauralwalsh]

You and Your Grieving Parts

Do you ever think about your...parts?  No, not those parts, you mischievous little spark plug!  I mean inside your mind - the parts that get weird ideas, warn against danger, are mean to you, and tell you to engage in late-night food rituals.  That last part might just be me.  Seriously though, I’ve been doing some research into the parts of my mind. The idea that our minds have “parts” is not a new idea. Like right now, a part of me wants to keep writing to you and another part just wants to nap. Oh the drama inside! There is one theory that explains this and it has intrigued me since grad school: Internal Family Systems.

INTERNAL FAMILY SYSTEMS (IFS) THEORY

The IFS theory believes that the mind is made up of a number of sub-personalities or parts, each with their own set of beliefs, opinions, and responses, and that interact with each other.  At the core is the Self, which has the ability to lead the parts but isn’t always up to the task.  No single part is bad but like an orchestra, the parts can be in harmony or honk cacophonously like a flock of agitated geese.

Along with the core Self, IFS sorts the other parts into categories by function: Managers, Firefighters, and Exiles.  Managers and Firefighters protect you from feeling the pain of the Exile parts.  They have the same goals but use different strategies.  Managers constrict and hold you back while Firefighters automatically react and let it rip.

MANAGERS

Manager parts proactively run the day to day operations of the system and are considered the most “acceptable” parts because they say very adult things and sound most like the core Self.  They maintain balance within you through control.  Managers parts are perfectionist, judgmental, self critical or people pleasing.  They want to prevent humiliation and abandonment by keeping you busy, criticizing what you do, worrying, sabotaging connections, and generally being a control freak.  They strongly believe in self sufficiency and are generally relentless, exacting, chastising and sometimes, anxious and depressed.  They’re really good at giving you a false sense of security by telling you it’s doing it so you’ll look good to others.  A typical Manager thought is, “You really should stop bothering people with your sob story.”

FIREFIGHTERS

Firefighters are your first responders.  They automatically fly out the door to rescue you when something hits too close to home.  They extinguish the fire of pain by smothering or creating a diversion.  They attack “enemies” and get defensive in an effort to control or suffocate emotions.  These are the parts that have anger issues, spending too much money, drink too much or use drugs, get obsessive or suicidal, self harm, or dissociate.  They like to eat too much. binge watch TV and endlessly play video games for hours.  They don’t give a crap about the goody-goody manager parts.  Those weenies don’t know what it’s like to charge heroically into danger.  Firefighters are really good at distracting you from upsetting, painful or overwhelming feelings.  A typical Firefighter part thinks it’s better to rage than to show vulnerability - even in the privacy of your own head.

EXILES

As a psychologist, I get to see other people’s Exile parts more than the average person.  I’ve developed such a knack for it that the Managers and Firefighters appear almost transparent.  When I’m interacting with someone who’s leading with one of those parts, I can see through to the Exile it’s protecting.  Just wish I could more reliably turn that super power on myself!  Exiles are the younger parts that hold pain from the past.  You compartmentalize and isolate them from the rest of the system for their safety and stability in the system.  Because of their vulnerability, they also seem kind of dangerous.  They’re the parts of you that are scared of being abandoned, get intimidated, experienced trauma, and feel a lot of shame.  This is where the Big Four live - not good enough, too much, if you really knew me, and everyone leaves.

Exiles are desperate to tell their story but Managers pessimistically believe your pain is a burden to others. Firefighters flat out refuse to put you in danger of being hurt again.  If a sad, little kid part of you revealed a disgusting longing for an authority figure’s approval during a job interview, a Firefighter part might change the subject while a Manager sabotages the rest of the meeting.  Neo-exiles are the parts we hide within close relationships.  Imagine a romantic partner or friend that gives you attention when you’re doing something nice but ignores your bids for reassurance.  You’ll shut down the needy part of you to maintain the relationship. The message from that person you tell yourself is that only your good parts are acceptable.  

THE CORE SELF

So far, we’ve been describing the orchestra - or if you’d prefer, the various departments of your business or the governmental branches of your personal nation.  Let’s switch to the head of it all - the conductor, the CEO, the President, YOU.  In the center of all of this is your core Self.  It’s a beautiful place to be.  It doesn’t need work because it’s already perfect.  It spontaneously emerges when the air is clear and all is safe.  It is the natural essence of who you are and is sheltered from damage or destruction by function of your parts.  

You know you’re in your grounded center when you feel authentically chill.  Some theories describe the Self by the 8 C’s:

Confident

Courageous

Creative

Clarity

Compassion

Calm

Curious

Connected

I know I’m in that place when nothing said or done can move me off my square.  For instance, I am confident about my intelligence.  If some bozo tried to lecture me about how I’m really a dummy, I might get a little irritated but he’s not going to shake my confidence.  Now if the same bozo flicked some booger comment about something more vulnerable, that might temporarily knock me off-center.  Note: my own managers and firefighters have censored me from revealing said vulnerability for my own protection.

WORST CASE SCENARIO

Your personal configuration and manifestation of parts was constructed to deal with your worst case scenario to date.  Since we have different histories and experiences, each set of parts is like a fingerprint of the individual.  While I’m currently working hard to lead with my core Self, recent events (i.e. the death of my wife) have thrown the system into a reorg process.  All previous worst case scenarios were blown out of the water and my mind’s company is frantically looking for new hires in two main departments.  I thought I’d give you a peek into the frenetic remodeling of my inner Self as the parts run around with their pants on fire.

Exile: [Can’t speak and just cries endlessly into the void.]

Firefighter: “Oh shit!  Their wedding song started playing overhead at the grocery store!”

Manager: “It’s fine.  Everything is fine. Close your ears, stop being a baby and don’t think about it.”

Exile: “But I can’t stop thinking!” [Stops responding as snot clogs up nose.]

Firefighter: “Leave the store!  Leave your groceries where you are!”

Exile: [Blows nose, hides in deserted health food aisle.]

Manager: “Someone could have seen you out there.  Now go check out and remember to smile at the clerk.”

Firefighter: “I think it’s a great time to call it a day and watch more episodes of Designing Women.”

These parts are obviously clueless as to what to do with this newly emerged and devastatingly sad grief Exile.  She’s a little girl part of me that either pitifully weeps or gets hulk-smash rageful.  She isn’t a new part; she’s come out of semi-retirement to hold my overwhelming grief.  She believes that everyone will leave her and she’s left on her own to figure everything out.   She thinks things like, “Why don’t people notice how sad I am???” She doesn’t know a Firefighter distracts her from feeling with a stupid magic trick while a Manager runs around pulling the curtains around her so no one sees.  All the parts are trying to help but the animals are loose at the circus.  Though the Exile doesn’t know it, she’s waiting for my core Self to step in and corral the monkeys.  My Self knows what to do if I can only find and access it.  Stepping from the shadows, my centered Self brings a soothing presence that stops the commotion and quiets the protectors.  Here’s an example:

Manager: “You should shower and do a little cleaning.  This place is a mess!”

Firefighter: “Honestly, I think eating a little cookie butter will make things better.”

Exile: “[Sobbing] Things are never going to get better!  I don’t want them to get better!”

Firefighter: “I know!  Let’s listen to Rage Against the Machine really loud in the kitchen!”

Manager: “Fine, don’t shower even though you stink.  Don’t change clothes either.  It’s not like anyone sees you anyway.”

Firefighter: “Uhhh, isn’t that friend coming over tonight?”

Manager: “Oh yeah!  He’ll certainly notice those dishes that have been in the sink for 3 days.  Just sayin’...”

Exile: “Oh no!  [Hangs head in shame] People will find out how horribly disgusting I am because I haven’t run the dishwasher or broken down and recycled the Amazon boxes.”

Firefighter: “Just throw everything in the backyard!!!”

Manager: “Stack up all the piles neatly so it looks like you wanted them there on purpose.”

SELF: “Alright, let’s think about this.  What if you broke down the boxes right now, put them outside, rinse the dishes, and filled the dishwasher all while listening to Rage Against the Machine?”

Manager: “That’s not enough but okay, fine.”

Firefighter: “Great ideas as always.  I’m going to rest up for the next emergency.”

Exile: “Thank you for listening to me.  I feel a little better and I think we can do this.”

SELF: “Great. Afterwards, everyone can take a break and zone out in front of the TV.  Now put on that music and let’s get to work.”

WHO’S IN CHARGE?

As long as there’s no one in charge, your mind is a confusing and chaotic miasma of competing needs.  Ideally, the Self steps up and takes over negotiation between the parts and directs the next steps.  However, sometimes a part fills in the leadership role.  You know you’re leading with a Manager when you feel buttoned up, intellectually sharp and emotionally numbed out.  Leading with a Firefighter part feels like a continual state of irritability and agitation and keeps you ‘at the ready’ to react to danger.  Exiles are rarely in charge because they’re really bad at it.  They collapse the system and insist on activities like staying in bed all day.

WORKING WITH YOUR SYSTEM

As with most life problems, the first step is awareness. You’ve got to get to know your parts - their personalities, beliefs, and functions - before trying to intervene in their conflicts. Like I said before, there are no bad parts - just competing beliefs and strategies. A given part feels strongly that it’s right, sees it how it really is and knows the truth. Every thought or feeling originating from a part is trying to help you out, even if it doesn’t seem that way. The part of me that says no one wants to be around me is actually trying to protect me from rejection and abandonment. Unchallenged, that part will keep me from connecting to supportive people.

OBSERVING AND IDENTIFYING PARTS

It may be difficult to put your finger on and capture a particular part.  When you’re ready, there’s a few ways to access them.  Start by being curious and non-judgmental.  Think of your centered self as just a researcher interested in data collection.  Reassure yourself that nothing has to change as you’re presently in observation mode.  

Take your emotional temperature by asking yourself how you feel right now.  Ask to see what emotions are already present and how or where your body feels with that emotion.  Observe those messages that are on repeat in your mind.  Alternatively, you can access an upsetting memory from the past and examine it.  Ask yourself, what exactly was upsetting about what happened?  Did you feel afraid, sad, anxious, angry or something else?  How did you react and what did you do?  Did you rage, freeze, numb, avoid, or try to smooth it over?  These questions will reveal clues to what was exiled and what managers and/or firefighters protected you.  If at any time your brain says, “I don’t know,” consider that another protector part and explore accordingly.

STAYING CENTERED

Once you’ve got a handful of observations, pick out one voice and interview it.  More than likely, you’ll be talking to a protector - probably a manager.  Getting it talking by asking what it believes and it’s job in the system.  Ask how old it is and what it looks like.  A voice that says. “This isn’t fair,” may believe you get dumped on more than most and thinks the job is to  protest on your behalf.  It may show up as a finger wagging old man who suggests that something must be wrong with you because this keeps happening.  What’s protective about this voice?  What kind of Exile is it defending?  Be gentle with digging down to the Exiled little kid part underneath.  Kids are delicate and need protecting.  If you find yourself continuing to have strong emotions or becoming reactive, you’ve likely run into another manager or firefighter.  Interview and explore this part before moving deeper.  We can’t access, validate and utilize the burdened exiles without honoring how the system set itself up to protect us.

Once you’re working with a particular part, another angle is to check back in with your calm and centered Self.  What do you understand about the part?  What do you think is going on?  Can you find empathy and appreciation for the part?  Even our nastiest parts work really hard on our behalf.  A critical voice is mean but its heart is in the right place.  An obsessive or addictive part is trying to soothe the system in the best and only ways it knows so far.

TRUSTING RELATIONSHIPS

Getting to know your parts is the process of creating trusting relationships between them and the Self.  This is the next step in the process of converting your protectors and split-off exiles into your allies.  Think about how trust is built with other people: consistent interactions, listening to and honoring what’s said, believing their words are important - even when you don’t understand.  That’s exactly how we build rapport with the different parts of ourselves.  It may be scary or unpleasant to get close to your inner critic or the tightly-wound explosive rage but it’s a vital step.  Like a good CEO or President, once your core Self begins to get everyone on board, it’s easier to know what to do when life throws you the next curveball.

I’ve got a story for you from back when my wife was still alive.  I left to go grocery shopping but stopped in at the craft store to shop for just myself.   This nagging little voice kept popping up but I successfully shoved it back down at the craft store.   Entering the grocery store a short time later, I could no longer ignore a little girl voice on repeat: “She’s going to be mad at you!” Sighing, I got centered and engaged it.  Here’s how the conversation went:

Little Girl: “She’s going to be mad at you!”

SELF: “Okay, well, we can handle that.  Why will she be mad at me?”

Little Girl: “Because you took too much time at the craft store.”

SELF: “Why is that a big deal to you?  What are you feeling?”

Little Girl: “I’m worried she’ll be mad and call you selfish because you took time for yourself.”

SELF: “Okay, well if that happens, I’ll take care of it.  You don’t have to explain it to her.  I don’t think she’ll actually be mad but if she is, I’ll be in charge.  How does that sound?”

Little Girl: “I’m still worried but I’ll try it your way.”

SELF: “Great. Thank you for trusting me. No matter what, it will be okay.”

This is the actual transcription of me engaging with a worried part.  For the record, it’s not grounded in current reality.  Naturally, Patty would be concerned if I hadn’t returned from shopping if it had been a few hours but she wouldn’t be mad.  I already had a relationship with this part - the Little Girl.  She’s about 5 or 6 and feels too small and powerless to change things in the world.  She’s used to being  dismissed and pulls at my sleeve to warn me about all the monsters lurking in the shadows.  She’s protected by another part - my rebellious teenager.  If I’m not gentle with the Little Girl, the Rebel leaps to her defense and commandeer the entire system.  The Rebel says things like, “Oh no, you fucking didn’t just do that!  I’ll show you!” and promptly turns off all inhibition and motivation and steers us back to the craft store to buy $100 worth of crap.  I’ve learned my lesson - listen to and trust the Little Girl, or else it’ll cost me.

YOUR PARTS IN GRIEF

I’m still getting to know and lead the parts of me as they grieve.  As with outside life, my internal life was thrown into disarray after Patty died.  I had all the parts nicely organized, productive, and had good working relationships with all.  Death took my puny little shoebox diorama on the inside of my mind and… shook it up really hard.   I was so proud of my hand painted little figurines, all precisely glued in their rightful places.  A manager most assuredly came up with that idea.  Now, there’s a part of me that just wants to toss the whole thing and another part that’s picking up each piece, crying over its brokenness.  

All I can do is be patient with myself for now as I sort through the pieces in the shoebox.  I tried throwing it out but it just reappeared.  I’m working on getting the lay of the land.  I’m doing my best to accept and soothe the broken parts - even as they overreact, judge me for not keeping things cleaner, numb out with cookie butter, and cry at the grocery store.  We are trudging down the road right now but when I get to know everyone again, I’ll call a meeting and figure out what’s next.

[anemo-writes]

hello :D can i request a male adult matchup please?

im an enfp 2w3, chaotic good!! im overall a pretty open person and get along with people pretty easily unless i dislike someone. if i dislike someone i do it very clearly DKDKMFSKFNSF

i lean towards emotional and social intelligence, and tend to come off as lazy at times (i am😍). im on the side of being a little unhinged in the way i act, and i may get really irritated unprovoked. i have a very chaotic sense of humor but im decent at staying serious when the matter calls for it. id say im pretty in tune to other's emotions, and i try to help out when needed. my highest kin is zuko, if that helps? 😿

i have a pretty bad problem with organization/procrastination and get stressed pretty easily. i am creative though! at least id like to think-

i cant think of any major hobbies other than art (?) just drawing in general is fine for me.

tbh im just the emotional support crazy bitch idk how else to put it 💔💔

IBFIBFS SORRY IF THIS HAS TOO MUCH RAMBLING--

I match you with...

Diluc!

If we’re being honest, the energy that you radiated when the two of you first met scared him—not in a fear way, though. He’s not used to being around someone as radiant and chaotic as you, which is why he is surprised when he finds himself suddenly missing your company when the two of you take your separate paths. It’s almost like fate was rooting for the two of you to get together because you often found yourself in his company, not that you were complaining of course (because why would you?)

As an INTJ, Diluc would be the perfect match to your ENFP—sure, the two of you may be polar opposites, but that’s what makes the relationship so great ! Sometimes, it may feel like he’s more of a mother than a romantic partner with your extremely different personalities, but he means well. Having problems with organization and procrastination? Have no fear, your boyfriend has got you covered! Diluc has an amazing work ethic (probably one of the best in the entire city of Mondstadt) and he can definitely help with that small problem of yours—sure, it might take a bit of chiding and persuasion, but you’ll find yourself picking up some habits that will help you in the long run. All in all, he’s a great partner to keep you in check and keep you out of trouble. “It’s like the chaotic smol x chill tol dynamic” - my best friend, 2020

Regarding your enneagrams, ones (Diluc) and twos (you) bring out the best in each other since they both offer the other the example of their own qualities. Diluc isn’t exactly the most emotional person, and he tends to struggle expressing himself sometimes. Luckily, as a two, you’re able to be in tune with his emotions as well as give him an emotionally nuturing and relaxing place to try and open up, with some time of course. Your emotional support means a lot to him, as well as to the relationship, so that’s one of the biggest reasons that you’d match up so well with Diluc :)

I headcannon that he secretly keeps the drawings you give him under the bar to look at in an attempt to calm himself down when work gets too stressful because it reminds him of you.

[moons-and-stars-and-shit]

Hi hiii! I would like to order a cake! >.<

First of all thank you for the matchup (for haikuu) I am a 5’3 girl with long light brown hair and green eyes. I am a pisces sun and rising and a leo moon. My personality type is isfj but I am an ambivirt. I’m mostly atttacted to guys but i’m happy with anyone. I am kind to everyone I meet and I am loyal to my friends. My friends describe be and bubbly and in the clouds lol but when I need to I can be hardworking and tend to be a perfectionist. I tend to be attracted to people who are funny/joke around and like adventures/push me out of my confort zone but I also like chill relaxed time. I’m dyslexic and have ADHD and deal with anxiety with a social aspect and because of that I get tics sometimes. I am super spiritual and have a major plant obsession and loveee crystals. I like all types of art and fashion and enjoy playing video games with my friends. I kin kenma with a little bit of owkawa and bokuto. I hope you have a lovely day >.<

🍰 for @akiranolegs

Romantic Matchup

Daichi Sawamura

How yall met

You were actually friends with noya and tanaka

And when some members of the team needed tutoring

They suggested that you helped tutor them all

So daichi approached you and asked if you could PLEASE help the team

And you agreed

Daichi always supervised your study group

Only because your group consisted of Tanaka,Noya,Hinata,and Kagayama…

So yeah...problematic

But he was shocked when you were not only able to control Tanaka and noya

But somehow got Hinata and Kagayama to stop fighting

And after all those tutoring sessions he continued to talk to you

Yall starting hanging out more and eventually started dating

What they love about you

He loves that you have a very carefree personality

But can get serious if you need too

He saw the perfect example of this when you were tutoring the team

He also loves how hardworking you can be

Like if you want something your gonna work hard to get it

And he respects that trait of yours

The last thing he loves about you is how you can seem to handle the teams craziness

He's started using you as a threat to the team

“If you guys dont stop i'll call y/n in here and have her deal with you”

The team: 👁👄👁💧

What you love about them

You love that he knows your limits

He knows you have social anxiety and takes the lead in most social situations

However if its a more easy going social interaction hell push you to get more involved

You love that he shows interest in all of your interests

Especially crystals!

You gave him a necklace with an obsidian stone in it

He wears it whenever he can

(btw obsidian is the stone for strength and protection)

Sometimes you joke about it because he wasn't wearing hit when him and Tanaka crashed into each other

Favorite things to do together

He really likes to go shopping for crystals with you

Like if you mention going hell always ask to come

He loves to do cheap thrills with you

His favorite one is getting into his car with a coin and flipping it

Heads means right and tails means right

And yall just drive around listening to music

You can't even count how many times you've gotten lost playing that game

Random Hc

His favorite crystals are obsidian, rose quartz, and amethyst

You gave him one of your baby plants to take care of and he's too afraid to tell you it died

RIP plant 🌱

You tools sugas role as ‘mom’ of the team

He is now the wine aunt of the team

He has a very large crystal collection and takes a random 5 to away games or training camps

Astrology

Pisces + Capricorn

Compatibility 76%

A relationship between Capricorn and Pisces tells a story about possibilities of inspiration.

If someone like Capricorn can be pulled into a crazy love story, exciting and unpredictable, this must be done by Pisces.

In return, Capricorn will offer their Pisces partner stability, peace and some rest from their usual emotional tornadoes.

There is a fine way in which Capricorn can help Pisces be more realistic and practical, while feeling more cheerful and optimistic themselves.

Still, there are challenges in their contact, mainly represented through their love of Jupiter.

It might be hard for them to reconcile their different approaches to religion, faith and their different belief systems.

To overcome this, it is best if they both ask themselves – does their belief system work? And does one of their partners also work?

If they understand answers to these questions, they might find enough respect to leave each other’s Jupiter intact.

Friendship Matchup

Sugawara Koushi

Bark bark woof bark woof

How yall met

You also met Suga while tutoring the team

He helped you calm down everyone in your group if they got to crazy

Ngl you picked up some mom tendencies from him

Why you became friends

Although you appreciated him helping you with your study group

There was one thing that made you really like him…

After you stopped tutoring the team he legit made you a whole ass thank you basket

It had all of your favorite snacks and drinks in it

And he had wrote you a really sweet thank you letter

After he gave you that you felt bad so you gave him a thank you basket for your thank you basket

He was like 🤨 “that's not how that works but thank you so much!”

You guys really just started talking after that and became really good friends

What yall love about each other

He loves how bubbly you are!

Like when you two are together it just creates such a positive vibe

And he loves how your always down for some chaos

I stand by the fact that suga is a chaotic boy

The only difference between him and tanaka and noya is that he doesn't get caught

So you two always do some crazy shit together

And then later feel bad because tanaka and noya always get blamed for it

You love how aggressively encouraging he is

Like if you step out of your comfort zone to do something

This man is right behind you like “GET IT BITCHHHHH”

And it just hypes you up to do more things that are outside your comfort zone

Random Hc

You guys have matching bff necklaces

This one specifically

The team is kinda scared of you two

Like they're more scared of you two than Daichi

And that's saying something

One time for gits and shiggles you got that picture with the vice principles wig on daichi and put it on shirts

Yeah he was not too happy to see you two wearing those

You guys tend to get into petty arguments but tend to solve them within the day

Astrology

Pisces + Gemini

Gemini and Pisces understand each other well, and form a strong friendship.

Pisces are imaginative and sensitive, and Gemini must be careful not to hurt their feelings.

However, any arguments they have are easily forgotten, and they rarely bear ill will towards each other.

The ruling planet of Gemini is Mercury, and the ruling planets for Pisces are Jupiter and Neptune.

Mercury represents communication, and Neptune represents spiritual strength. The two star signs are very compatible with each other.

Jupiter represents knowledge and empathy. Mercury also represents intelligence and innovation. Gemini could come up with new plans often, and Pisces could always support them.

Gemini is an air sign, and Pisces is a water sign. Both partners place a lot of importance on intellect and feelings.

The partnership is filled with action, and both friends preserve a good, compliant relationship.

However, on occasions, there could be misunderstandings, aggravation, and communicative barriers between them.

Both signs have lively imagination and that keeps them going.

Even though they argue often, they resolve their differences quickly. However, the fish could easily get dejected and put down, especially if it feels that the twins don’t understand them clearly.

[phantom-of-nrc]

Hello! First of all, thank you for doing this, I would like to have a twst matchup.

I'm not a minor, an ENTP Aquarius 8w7 self-preserve and chaotic evil. Am a decisive and assertive person, basically a natural-born leader. Though I like to procrastinate and lazing around, I always finish my job in perfection. Academically, I excel in school easily though I am not a perfectionist. I am a messy and quirky person, I don't mind imperfections. Am a stubborn and rebellious person, I would question laws and I don't mind getting into an argument as long it would be beneficial in long-term investment. I can't cook nor swimming, just naturally bad at it. People call me different, unique, yet passionate and cheerful. I don't adjust myself to others, I believe everyone has their originality and I hate stereotypes. I rarely get carried over by emotions. I wouldn't say I am responsible, but I am independent.

My hobbies would include sleeping, reading, gaming, and surfing the net. I am a really curious person so I don't mind challenges or unfamiliar stuff. I am confident as I always try to keep a good face in public through fashion and makeup. I have a soft spot for animals, I found them adorable and need to be protected.

My preference is someone intelligent as I value knowledge and leaning toward the introvert side to balance my extrovert-ness.

Additional information: Oh wait I forgot to mention am a girl on my previous ask, Once again, thank you!

ℌ𝔬𝔴 ℭ𝔬𝔪𝔢?

🦁 Well, well. This is a surprise.. It seems that you’ve caught the attention of the lion himself! 

🦁 As lazy as this man is, he is far from airheaded, this beastman has plotted his way through, if he wasn’t such a sloth, I have no doubt he’d be one of the bright students of NRC. All he really needs is some form of motivation... Perhaps in the form of a fellow lazy little herbivore..? 

🦁 While you do finish your job, Leona here isn’t exactly... That responsible for his school duties, opting to nap under a tree instead of attending classes so he could graduate out of the school.. Not that he’d complain, he prefers living on the campus rather than the place his oh-so noble brother rules over. I have a feeling that there might be friction between the two of you, an enemies-to-lovers trope, perhaps? This might be interesting...

🦁 He wouldn’t really pay that much mind to you, thinking you might just be another herbivore but imagine the surprise if he sees how bold you are.. In a way, he did stereotype you. A bad move on his part, but it did leave an interesting discovery on his part.. You’re definitely not a herbivore.. You are now hereby dubbed as ‘Omnivore’.

🦁 There are plenty of students with leader-like qualities in this school. For goodness sake, the dorm leaders of each dorm wasn’t a dorm leader for nothing. But perhaps it’s the streak of rebelliousness in you that got him looking your way. Most people usually like to be organized.. Take Riddle and Vil for example.. Discovering that not only are you rebellious, but you can also be messy and quirky, you don’t mind imperfection?? Now that got Leona’s eyebrows lifting up. Adding your originality, your uniqueness, now that got him hooked on curiosity... Alas, this man is too lazy to get up from his napping spot to even approach you.

🦁 There was one thing though, once the two of you spoke to each other, he’d learn how you’re not one to bend on your knees that easily. It... It somehow irks him, I guess that comes with the charm.. The two of you may clash foreheads somewhere in the near future.. It seems that Leona made not one, but two rivals now..

🦁 He’d be surprised once he learns you’re naturally bad at swimming or cooking. He’d be ordering Ruggie to come to save you if someone ever dares to push you in some source of water, but if there’s no one around.. He’ll have no other choice but to save you himself. He wouldn’t want entertainment to leave him now. 

🦁 Sleeping and napping is the number one must-do in your quality time with him, he doesn’t know why but the nap is much better with you. If you’re not in the mood to sleep, opting to play games, read or just surf the internet, please let him sleep on you or your lap.. Not like you have a choice, he’d just lay on you without a word-

🦁 The curiosity and confidence you have is something he’ll grow fond of. Although he won’t know it, the fondness would creep on him before he realizes it. Also, fashion and make-up? Please help this hopeless beastman.. This man wears SANDALS in his school uniform-

🦁 Once this man spots you, whether in the crowd or in the hall, from afar.. His pupils would dilate. If you take a closer look, you’d see his eyes dilating like a half-overgrown cat he is. If you noticed his dilating eyes and you point it out, he’d be denying your... ‘Claims’.. 

𝔐𝔢𝔢𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤:

 Yet another clear day in the land of Twisted Wonderland, a calm and gentle breeze, the sun up high in the sky, the rustling of leaves as the wind weaved through them. Indeed, it was the perfect day for a nap. With peace, the lion can fulfill a satisfying nap under a tree.

  It was one of those rare days where the Ramshackle residents get a whole day for themselves, no overblots, no problems from other dormitories that the Ramshackle residents need to clean up, no Headmaster Dire Crowley shoving tasks to the students of Ramshackle. Finally, a day you can dedicate for yourself, the constant responsibilities Dire Crowley would put on the two of you despite the other schoolwork that required your attention can get tiring. So to finally have a day for yourselves is a blessing itself...

  With a perfect day, it was a chance one couldn’t pass up for outdoor activities. Being one of those few people who decided to catch some fresh air, perhaps find a shade to take shelter on as you resume catching up with the internet. What better place to go to than the Botanical Garden and its beautiful floras?

  It took a while to reach the Botanical Garden. You had to admit, it was difficult to choose a spot to relax in when there were so many aesthetically pleasing and relaxing spots to choose from. After a slightly long time of searching for a spot, a rather large tree had come to catch your eye. Its trunk was thick and sturdy, branches were covered with leaves, the shade cast by the leaves was more than enough to protect you from the heat of the sun.

   Settling underneath the tree, into the shade it cast, you opened the book currently in your arms. Savoring the aesthetic of the situation, it felt calming. A good temporary change of pace compared to the days of running around with Yuu and Grim. A much-needed relaxation after being dragged into another world and a much-needed time free of any interruption.

 Settling underneath the tree, into the shade it cast, you opened the book currently in your arms. Savoring the aesthetic of the situation, it felt calming. A good temporary change of pace compared to the days of running around with Yuu and Grim. A much-needed relaxation after being dragged into another world and a much-needed time free of any interruption.

 You were invested in the book, never looking away from the words as the occasional rustling of leaves didn't bother you. That was until...

“Leona!” 

  You saw a boy with animal ears and tail, hyena ears and tail. You’ve occasionally seen many of them around the campus. Your eyes then traveled to wherever the hyena boy was looking. What greeted you were half-lidded summer green eyes, looking back at you.

  There was something about meeting his gaze that made your heart jump. It wasn’t love, but perhaps you were only startled. Was it the slit of his eyes? Perhaps.

  Somewhere in the future, those slit eyes that somehow startled you will no longer startle you, but make your heart spike up in love. Those slit eyes that would startle you would dilate the moment his gaze lands on you.

[astridthejohnson]

         .・゜-: ☼ :-　𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕕 𝕛𝕠𝕙𝕟𝕤𝕠𝕟 　-: ☼ :-゜・．

                                 who put the baby in charge?

                                                                    it’s already hard

                                                  to buy all the parts and learn to use them...

[ MADDIE PHILLIPS, SHE/HER, CIS WOMAN ] — [ ASTRID JOHNSON ] is a child of [ APOLLO ] with the power of [ VITAKINESIS and PHOTOKINESIS ] . they were born in [ 1997 ] and have been in nemean lion since [ 2014 ] . with the change, they [ ARE TRAINING IN ] the [ MEDICAL ] role which makes sense since they’re usually [ WORKING IN THE INFIRMARY, HANGING WITH FRIENDS ] . — strud / she/her / cst / 18+

bio

Astrid Johnson could pretty much never have asked for a better family. Sure, the first seven years of her life were a little rough, hanging out at the literal orphanage waiting to get adopted after she was abandoned by her birth mother as a baby. It’s whatever, she really likes to put that part of her childhood behind her. Because when she did turn seven, in walked the Johnsons— two dads who were already taking care of a young demigod themselves, recognized what Astrid really was, and brought her into their family.

Her life changed so much after that, and all she knew from that moment on was the happiness a real family, and the truth about her godly heritage. When she was adopted, the Johnsons already had a little boy, Pax, and though she was only seven, and was still learning what a family really was, she knew she was going to do everything she can to protect this little boy, her little brother. She’s always kept a watchful eye on Pax ever since, and since they were the first two of the Johnsons to be siblings, has always felt it was her responsibility to.

As the years went on, the family continued to find more demigod kids without a home, and their world only got bigger and so much brighter. By the time Astrid was thirteen, her family now had five siblings. Juniper came after she had, then down the line, Marcus, and soon after Miri, completing their crazy, at times messy, chaotic, and all-around wonderful family. Astrid can complain about her siblings all she wants, she knows she’ll do anything for them and would not be complete without even one missing. Being around them was what truly brought out all the vibrant, wild, jovial, annoying, and fun sides of her.

Astrid’s powers had manifested pretty young, but for a child, she’d always just thought it was her imagination coming to life. Bits of light would stick to her fingers when she swept her hand through sunlight, but she used to think it was her eyes playing tricks on her, and that faint sunny glow was just how sunshine worked. When sunbeams didn’t just stick to her in the daylight, but started appearing out of nowhere indoors, that’s when she realized something was up.

Once safely in the household of the Johnsons, they were able to explain to her that she must be a daughter of Apollo, that the small sun pendant her birthmother had left behind with her must have been a clue all along, and what she possessed were godly powers to control light. Then, another kicker came after she turned thirteen and the movie Tangled had just come out. Imagine the shock and surprise of the Johnsons, when Astrid, pretending to be Rapunzel, tried to sing away a scraped knee and it actually worked.

Needless to say, Rapunzel is now definitely her favorite Disney Princess, and it became a staple costume for her (who could also light up her hair to add to the effect). More importantly, she’d discovered her second power of vitakinesis, and became increasingly interested in the power of healing and medicine.

Save for Miri, who had been going to Nemean Lion since she was six years old, all the Johnsons left home once they turned seventeen to make the transition to the campus, and by the time that it was Astrid’s turn, she was more than excited. Part of it felt like a right of passage, of joining the organization she’d watched her older siblings be apart of. She was sad to have to leave Pax, but their home in Crystal Cove wasn’t too far away, and she knew it was more important to set a good example and do her best at NL.

Her dads had taught her a lot about mythology, but it was a whole other world that opened up to her once she was fully immersed in a place that was one-hundred-percent dedicated to shaping her into the best demigod she could be. She took her school classes, mythology courses, and combat training, but what really called to her the most was the Infirmary. Quickly, Astrid found herself watching the experienced healers, falling in love with the way they left people better than how they found them.

Ever since, she’s been steadily training her healing powers, taking medical college classes, and logging in more and more hours at the Infirmary— first as an intern, then as a professional. When NL made the transition into the public eye, Astrid course of action for the future didn’t chance all that much. Choosing the Medical track was a no-brainer, but it did put the pressure on to perfect her abilities. At work, she’s the picture of poise and focus, but any time outside of the Infirmary, she’s as free, loud, and fun as ever.

tl;dr

astrid johnson

daughter of apollo, with photokinesis and vitakinesis

adopted into the Johnson family, two dads and her siblings Pax, Juniper, Marcus, and Miri, and she loves her family probably more than anything in the world

knew she wanted to become a healer for a long time, and has been steadily training, so she also chose the medical track, naturally

currently works in the infirmary, her healing powers have gotten pretty good, but she still needs more training in actual medicine

bubbly, intelligent, optimistic

know-it-all, opinionated, musical theater kid

lives in the moon residence

loves her job, but also just loves hanging out outside on sunny days and filling her off days with tons of fun activities

connections

Pax Johnson, Juniper Johnson, Marcus Johnson, Miri Johnson— her siblings from youngest to oldest, all from different pasts but they’re her family now and she’ll die for them

wanted

best friends— Astrid is someone who is extremely outgoing and very heartfelt, so I think she would definitely have a close-knit group of friends that she’s really loyal to, and loves to take care of

not-friends— again, I don’t know about enemies exactly, but listen, Astrid can be really annoying sometimes, ok. she has her loud and obnoxious moments, and is frequently singing around campus without even realizing, someone has to dislike her

healer pals— anyone else working in the Infirmary? I bet a few of them like to go out for drinks after and hangout, since they all get that side of each other really well

mentor/mentee— having the experience from her family, she’s really good at taking care of others, so I’m sure Astrid has taken people under wing who might need it, but also she looks and acts like a baby sometimes, so someone might also look over her?

crush/exes/unrequited— she’s an annoying hopeless romantic, I just know she’s had crushes over the course of her years at NL, maybe nothing happened with some, maybe she did date some, maybe she’s gathering the courage to flirt with someone right as we speak!

my brain is empty give me ideas astrid can be chaotic sometimes lets party

weeee this has been strud once again, pls hmu on discord for anything!

[random-thought-depository]

The Star Trek TOS episode Space Seed was on TV Saturday; the episode with Khan (the genetically engineered “superman” Khan, not the guy who built Data Khan).

And a thought occurred to me. So, in the episode they comment on how Khan has “magnetism” and he’s portrayed as charismatic and seductive (both in the sexual/romantic sense and in the more general sense). Personally I didn’t really see the appeal, he seemed like basically just an unpleasant violent narcissist to me, but then I guess some people are into that; I guess he might appeal to the sort of person who really likes Donald Trump.

But I had a thought... OK, Khan is supposed to be a genetically engineered “superman,” created to be superior to ordinary humans; stronger, smarter, etc.. And a lot of physical attractiveness is features that indicate health and genetic fitness. So maybe Khan would look unnaturally handsome. Like, maybe he has super-symmetrical facial features and absolutely perfect skin and teeth and he moves with the speed and grace of a natural Olympic-level athlete and Julliard-level dancer and so on. He doesn’t look that way to me, but we can apply the logic fans have applied to Klingon foreheads and the rubber suit Gorn in TOS and assume what we see on the screen is an imperfect reflection of what Khan “really” looks like. Maybe a lot of Khan’s charisma is just halo effect from him being unnaturally handsome! He has such a big ego and is so proud of his own cleverness and “natural leader” personality traits, I think it’d be funny if a lot of his charisma is really something stupid like that and he’s smart and observant enough to realize it and deep down it bothers him a little!

Mmm, concept:

It does bother him. He uses it, of course. Charisma is a powerful tool and weapon; to refuse to use it out of petty pride would be foolish. And he really is charismatic in the ways he’s proud of being. He really is smart enough to figure out what makes people tick and use that knowledge to manipulate them. He really does have the drive, ambition, vision, and aggression of a natural conqueror, and people sense that and respond to it. He really does impress people with his intelligence and strength. It’s hard to untangle all this from the boost his charisma gets from his unnatural beauty, and to try is at best a matter of blue sky curiosity, at worst indulging one of his few gnawing goblins of self-doubt. Khan is smart enough to know what his charisma is, and pragmatic enough to use it to its full potential.

Still, deep down it bothers him to think that some of his charisma is something that stupid; to think that a difference of a few millimeters of bone and tissue here and there might have made him less successful. Khan relishes bending people to his will with his mind; knowing that something as stupid as “deep down that person wants to please me because I’m beautiful and it feels good to be liked by a beautiful person” is part of the “recipe” taints his triumph, makes him doubt himself. It’s one of the few sources of self-doubt Khan has.

Not everyone responds to Khan’s unnatural handsomeness the same way. A significant minority are actively repulsed by it; they find him too handsome, too perfect; they find it uncanny valley-ish, creepy. And some people just don’t seem to notice physical attractiveness much, or just don’t seem moved by it. And sometimes people are uncomfortable with the feelings Khan’s unnatural handsomeness creates in them and this makes them hostile to him; that happens especially often with men. Khan relishes dealing with people who don’t respond positively to his beauty, manipulating them, bending their minds and hearts to his will. With them he knows it’s a true match of wits and personality; with them his victory is pure.

On a certain level, deep down, Khan envies people like Adolf Hitler, who were charismatic but physically unattractive. They could be secure in the knowledge that their power came from the strength of their minds. When he was younger he once half-seriously considered mutilating his face or getting plastic surgery to make himself uglier, just to make manipulating people more of a challenge, but that was a foolish idea, and he no longer entertains it with any seriousness.

His fellow “superiors” have the same unnatural beauty, and he sometimes wonders if they have the same feelings about it. He’s discussed the matter with a few who he’s closest to, but it’s not something he talks about much.

He tells himself that people responding to his beauty are just responding to his natural fitness to lead in a roundabout way. He asks himself rhetorically why people desire to please and serve beautiful people, and he answers his own question thus: partly because beauty is correlated with health and genetic fitness, and therefore with intelligence and sanity! This leadership-selection strategy is not conscious, but natural selection has carved it into human behavior at the genetic level. This makes him feel a little better, but still... He knows well how sloppy such intuitive heuristics are, and the idea of owing some of his success to something so loosely connected to the strength of his mind bothers him a little. It bothers him, mildly and secretly but persistently, like a cigarette burn under his shirt.

Sometimes Khan wonders if some beautiful women, Marilyn Monroe for example, felt something like the way he feels. To consider this thought gives him a strange feeling; it makes him feel an empathy based on shared suffering of a sort, and he’s not used to empathizing with normal humans that way.

Khan is good at empathizing with people in the sense of cognitive empathy, of knowing how they think, of course. It’s an important part of his charisma; to manipulate people it really helps to understand them. Some conversation with a normal and observation of them and he can often predict their reactions better than they can. But the sort of empathy that comes from shared suffering ... he’s not used to feeling that toward normals. He’s really not used to feeling it toward anybody, because he’s experienced very little suffering. There was the suffering of defeat at the end of the Eugenics Wars, of course, and ... that was about it. He grew up pampered and privileged, surrounded by his creators, who treated him like a prince and told him he was special, better than most people, the next step in human evolution. He had tremendous power and privilege for most of his life. His perfect body has only ever known two kinds of pain, injury-pain (rarely) and exhaustion-pain (mostly only mildly); he has never felt a headache or a back-ache or anything like that, he has never been sick. Even the suffering of defeat was mostly an abstract intellectual and emotional pain; only at the very end was he in any sort of direct physical danger. He has been in battle, he fought hand-to-hand during the coup that first brought him to power and during the chaotic last days before he fled from Earth, he has directly killed people in combat ... but that was more exhilarating and fun to him than anything else; his creators gave him the temperament of a brave warrior.

Once, early in his rise to power, Khan tortured a prisoner by burning them with a lit cigarette. How the weak little thing squirmed and squealed! Afterwards, he tried burning his own arm with a lit cigarette, just to see what it felt like. The pain didn’t seem so bad to him, but then his creators made him resilient enough that he doesn’t need to coddle every little injury, and they adjusted his nervous system suitably, gave him a high pain threshold.

Sometimes Khan does experience a pang of sad visceral empathy toward the unfortunate. He imagines what it would be like to be one of the wretched of the Earth: poor, slow, stupid, weak, sickly, ugly, awkward, wracked by physical and emotional pain, tormented by hunger, thirst, heat, cold, chronic pain, sadness, anxiety, fear, loneliness, impotent anger, shame, sexual frustration, battered about like a leaf in a storm by forces they can’t understand and can’t effect, used and tricked and abused by people smarter or stronger or just higher-status. That ... that must be awful. In his own arrogant, condescending way he really does want to help the normals. He really does want to fill full the mouth of famine, and bid the sickness cease. He intended to make the world orderly and peaceful, and to make sure everyone had the food, shelter, clothing, medicine, etc. they needed and lived in what he considered reasonable comfort and dignity. He created as close an approximation as he could of those conditions within the domains he controlled. They say he was the best of the tyrants.

He’s a convinced elitist, but it would only have been temporary. If he’d won, within a few generations everyone would have been a superior, like him. With time the process that created him could have been made cheaper, made available to everyone who wanted to make a child; if he’d won he’d have made that a great civilizational project, as important as the fusion reactors he saw providing endless cheap energy by burning the deuterium of the oceans and the great vaccination and infrastructure-building campaigns he intended to launch in Africa and Asia and Latin America and the asteroid mining and the... No more need for an elite of superiors when everyone is a superior. And no more arthritis, or depression, or ... so many bad things would have disappeared into the history books when the last generation of normals expired peacefully of old age (joining war and poverty, which he intended to banish into the past much sooner). And in the mean time he’d have seen to it that the last generations of normals lived in as much comfort and dignity as their flawed bodies and limited minds permitted.

And that would have only been the beginning! He looked forward beyond that, to future generations that would be as far beyond him as he was beyond the normals - further! He looked forward to a future of - who knew, immortals seemed like the next obvious step. And after that perhaps god-like immortal minds freed from the limitations of flesh, building for themselves vast magnificent new bodies of silicon and steel in which they would outlive the stars. He probably wouldn’t have seen it, as perfect as his body is it still ages. He wouldn’t even have outlived the last normals. Like Moses, he would have led his people to the border of the promised land but died outside its gates, it would have been to his successor or his successor’s successor to lead them through into the land of milk and honey and dwell there with them. But, perhaps, huddled around one of the last black holes at the end of the time, sipping Hawking radiation to power slow thoughts that took a thousand years to think, there would have been beings that remembered him, that saw his face and touched his hand in the staggeringly distant era when they were still human and had chosen to keep the memory of that as the stars burned out and all through the long bright joyous festival in the cold of the ultimate night. That concept pleased him.

It was not to be. Well, he doesn’t blame the normals too much for rejecting him. The way he figures it, most of them just weren’t smart enough to understand what he was offering, and getting angry at them for that is like getting angry at a non-verbal autistic for being unable to speak.

Once, when he was a child, he was walking alone through the expansive beautiful pleasant garden of his creators’ compound, in the pleasant cool of evening after a hot Indian day, and he found a bird with an injured wing. He supposes Dr. Hibbert’s cat must have mauled it and then gotten distracted by something and wandered off. One of its wings was bloody and wounded and broken and twisted, dragged against the ground as it walked. When he walked toward it, it walked away from him as fast as its little legs could carry it, and then it tried pathetically to fly, flapping its wings furiously and impotently. The sight of it filled him with a queasy mix of revulsion and pity. His first impulse was to run away from it, and his second impulse was to seize a stone and put it out of its misery, but his third impulse, the one he chose to obey, was to capture it and try to fix its wing and tend to it and feed it until it healed. It tried to escape from him as he tried to capture it, and it struggled furiously as he seized and held it, beating its wings furiously and scratching at the air and his hand with its claws. The panicked, vital thing in his hands revolted him, and its claws scratched his fingers and drew blood, but he forced himself to be as gentle with it as he could, to bring it inside and clean and apply antibiotic to its wound and reset and bandage its wing as it tried to escape his grip. He knew it was only natural that it would fight him and try to escape from him; it couldn’t understand that he was trying to help it; its brain couldn’t be much bigger than a peanut, far too small to contain the knowledge of what he was trying to do for it, too small to contain anything but that which was immediately relevant to its wretched and limited life, the search for food and the avoidance of and flight from predators and the building and tending of a nest and mating and laying and tending of eggs and tending of any young that might hatch from them. If it thought at all about what was happening to it, it probably thought he was trying to eat it, or more likely its struggles were simply instinctive, and the process of setting the wing and cleaning and bandaging the wound must have caused it pain. He set its wing and cleaned and bandaged its wound despite its efforts to escape him, and then he put it in a cage Dr. Pretorius gave him and he fed and tended it until its wing was healed, and then he took it into the garden and let it fly away, to continue its wretched and limited and meaningless life in the wild. Perhaps it lived to its kind’s version of old age (perhaps 15 years, he looked it up, and he has an almost eidetic memory) and knew a few moments of something like joy now and then, or perhaps it was eaten by a cat the next day.

When he thinks of the defeat that forced him to flee from Earth, deep into the dark, he thinks of that bird scratching his fingers as he tried to help it.

They say he was the best of the tyrants.

He killed more people than Hitler and Stalin.

------

Note: this is a model for, like, approximately Space Seed period Khan; Wrath of Khan period Khan has known real suffering intimately and would be a lot more bitter. Negative character development lol. Especially as the whole “we couldn’t tell two completely different planets apart” thing in Wrath of Khan is so absurd that I kind of headcanon that would actually happened is that Khan wanted revenge for his wife’s death, decided he’d rather be the ruler of a populous world than the leader of a 72 person village, tried to MacGyver up a small starship to reach a civilized world, ended up crashing on the much less habitable next planet out in that solar system, and in true Hitler/Trump-like fashion blamed somebody else (Kirk) for the consequences of his own overreach and disastrous failure.