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firewoodfigs · 4 years ago

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it’s Saturday (finally)! here’s my shoddy attempt at consistency and journaling, and a quick summary of my disorganised thoughts 💃 no, I’m lying. I read through it and it’s not all that quick because my tendency for verbosity knows no bounds

This week was a lot more hectic than the past two. I spent Monday to Wednesday doing research and compiling them together into a knowhow, but Thursday and Friday were the worst because I suddenly got swamped with emails. Both days I had to work till / beyond midnight, and I still have about 200 more pages of corporate documents to proofread... I wanna scream just thinking about it LOL. I’m grateful to have a job during an economic climate like this, but sometimes it feels like everything is addled with so much uncertainty that I just can’t help but wonder if I’m doing the right thing with my life :’)

I haven’t been using the computer as much, because a significant portion of my 24 hours is dedicated to using it, albeit for other less interesting purposes (also because my eyes are dying at the end of the day). And as a result, the rate at which I reply to messages and stuff have been slowing exponentially (I’m so, so sorry about this!!) but I’ll get to them soon <3 Just an update that your friendly chaotic online persona is still alive LMAO

My creativity feels incredibly stifled this week. I haven’t been able to write anything without second-guessing myself, or without being overcome by lethargy or restlessness or self-doubt, or a regrettable mixture of all 3. :’) Hopefully the weekend will be a good time to recharge. I’m not planning to touch any work this weekend since it’s not as urgent as the other matters were, but this might mean that I have to work till midnight again on Monday and Tuesday LOL. But it’s fine. Priorities, ykwim!! (Weekends are a luxury and I’m not going to waste it like this LOL)

Date nights on Thursdays are so much better than date nights on Fridays, although it does tend to make us both feel like the weekend is already here 😆 I mean, the fact that it’s so much less crowded is already a big plus to me. I know people call me out all the time for being a paranoid hen and whatnot, but I just freak out when people come too close to me in public in a blatant disregard of the concept of social distancing (one of my biggest pet peeves is also when people remove their masks to sneeze or cough in the open, which happens a lot here. I mean, you might as well not wear a mask, or you might as well just stay... at... home...). Also a lot of restaurants mark up prices on Friday nights and we got to escape that >:)

I’m very thankful I got to squeeze in some time to spend with my bf and a couple of friends despite the sheer busyness of everyone’s week. The transition feels so surreal, and I know it’s been a lot harsher on some of my other friends too, than it has been for me. I’m glad that we at least have each other to vent to and struggle with, just like we did back in law school. Easier to struggle together than alone. :’)

On a related note, some thoughts I had about love and understanding last night - I think it’s easy to find love, if we just look hard enough and put aside the premium that society places on romantic love. Love comes in so many different forms - a simple gesture like a short text, an exchange of memes, an invitation to check out a new cafe together; from so many different sources - whether intrinsic or extrinsic, whether platonic or familial. But being understood has always felt like a privilege to me. A lot of times people just tend to think that I’m too “unexpectedly” deep or emotional or sensitive or intelligent, that I have a “surprising” amount of problems for someone who always seems so bubbly, or that I’m just downright eccentric (the last one is completely valid though LMAO). But I’m just so, so grateful to have people in my life who can understand me on an emotional, psychological and intellectual level, and that I don’t have to explain or justify myself for feeling a certain way because they just get it. It’s... validating. Different, in a good way. It’s so important to me because I truthfully don’t talk about my feelings a lot, although I’m trying to now because constant suppression is just a set-up for an inevitable explosion. :’)

I got my pay check, and!!! The first thing I did was to set up a separate savings account and deposit a decent portion of my salary there so that I won’t touch it for the rest of the month (hopefully) :’) I also got to pay off a small bit of my current outstanding debts, which is great. I'm really looking forward to the day I finally clear all my liabilities. But yes, I think my 19-year-old self would’ve been very proud of myself for not spending it recklessly hahaha. I used to have terrible, and I mean really terrible, fiscal management skills. Like, when I was in first year and second year I was tutoring a ton of people, but somehow my funds were just always depleting uncontrollably. It only dawned upon me much later that I was not conscious or cautious when it came to my spending habits (s/o to my bf and friends for explaining this to me and for teaching me how to manage my finances!!! ilyall), and that I really didn’t have a habit of saving for rainy days or for the future, in general. I watched this documentary about how people from less privileged socioeconomic backgrounds tend to fall into this trap of ‘tunnel vision’, sans wanting to splurge on everything while they can because they never had the chance to do so in the past, or because they’re afraid that they won’t be able to do so in the future once the money’s gone. Being poor is also expensive because it means you might miss out on deals e.g. if buying 2 items is $2x-y, vs buying 1 which is $x, you might be more inclined to buy just 1 instead because it’s all you can afford at the moment. It definitely struck me hard, because I think when I first got all that money I didn’t think of saving it. I just wanted to buy a ridiculous amount of stuff (and real trashy stuff, because I used to think that quantity > quality especially when it came to clothes) and ~ treat myself ~ for roughing it out in law school, but hey, there are other ways to treat oneself apart from excessive splurging :^)

My biggest treats this week were the arrival of my books (I ordered The Queen’s Gambit and Grapes of Wrath and I might just disappear from the face of this planet lmao), getting to spend quality time with my loved ones and getting to catch the sunset on my evening strolls! I’m gonna end this long ramble with a few pics of them ✨ stay safe and take care, everyone, and have a wonderful weekend!!! *hugs*

#not fma #personal #also the fact that I still get 8 hours of sleep a day is nothing short of a miracle #also not saying we can’t buy nice things!! just... everything in moderation (LMAO what am I a health pyramid)

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iampikachuhearmeroar · 5 years ago

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y’know the one thing I hated while I was doing my arts degree, and still hate after having graduated from it, is the condescending statement/belief from people that “oh why didn’t you just do a more useful degree like maths or science???? and not your useless bullshit mickey mouse arts degree, which was never intended to give anyone jobs outside of teaching, anyway!” or some other horrendous bullshit, such as: “why didn’t you just stay with communication & media studies and complete the marketing & PR major???? you would’ve had a job after all of the unpaid internships you do throughout the course!” or whatever. (media and communications is abbreviated to m&cs further down in this post, just an fyi).

but, meredith. do you know that even people with science & maths degrees struggle to find meaningful work that’s related to their degrees? do you know that some of those people will turn to teaching anyway just because they feel like there’s nothing else that they can do??? do you know that some people (mainly me and probably quite a few others) just can’t handle maths past like idk year 6 level??? I would’ve been completely and utterly fucked if I even tried to set foot in first year uni science or maths subjects. even though some of the content did interest me.... (also there’s the fact that my handwriting wasn’t good enough for diagrams etc etc in maths & science- but that’s a whole other topic not for this post).

like I had to totally skip out of psychology/sociology and even the PR major, bc they required you to do statistics subjects.... where no matter what level of study I would’ve/could’ve done for those subjects, i would’ve still failed them spectacularly because my mind really struggles with processing and working with numbers. but that’s besides the point.

hey earl, do you know some people simply do not suit particular fields of “real world” or “practical” study areas like business subjects? trust me. I tried that one sem of marketing 101 and intro to management/ business communications in first year. and you know what I found? that my mind just could not take the complete and utter dryness of the content of marketing theory and, again, numbers. and that’s despite the earnest encouragement of my tutor, who thought I had a knack for marketing. i literally almost fucking died in that business communications subject... even though the lecturer seemed to like me as well. but as i thought further ahead into my degree in comms & media, i dreaded it. I absolutely fucking dreaded it. the PR stuff sounded as equally dry & boring (besides the point that every project was group work lmao) and so did upper level marketing subs in advertising/marketing strategy/various fields of marketing etc etc. i couldn’t stomach that lmao. and besides the point, the analysing of media just bored the fuck out of me too, for some reason. I just didn’t like the subject. hell, even my advanced diploma in marketing from business college was a fucking hard slog for me.

but when i sat in my english, philosophy, (kind sorta) history and -further down the track- creative writing subjects.... I fucking loved them. I was writing like I’d always wanted to. okay yes I did get pretty dismal marks in most of my philosophy and english exams or assignments. but I don’t fucking care. I was there doing what my mind was built for. if id tried another business subject, like intro to economics or even gone back to redo that “intro to management”/“business communications” (or whatever it was called) as an elective/as electives, i probably would’ve dropped out of either of them in the first 2 weeks. whenever i read those subject descriptions, they literally put me to sleep.

also, for the media and comms point. do you know that there’s loads of media & comms students that don’t get jobs because there’s just such a HUGE intake of students in those courses??? do you know that that the most popualr field in that degree stream (at least when I started that degree at my local home uni in 2015) was journalism & professional writing??? where literally EVERYONE was aiming to be a journalist????

I was one of the very, very few people when I began in media and comms, to outwardly say that she was there to do marketing or maybe the marketing & PR double major.... and everyone looked at me as if I was insane. “why don’t you want to be a journalist? I think journalism is so cool and that I’m more likely to get a job in that than you are in marketing or PR. you actually engage with real people in journalism and do meaningful stuff with the community!” was one of the utterly dumb responses I sometimes got from people in that course, when I told them the above. but you know what kelsey, or, trent? neither one or any of us are “more likely” to get jobs in media & comms... when you’re both competing against people with “proper” straight journalism degrees who might have more media experience than you- if you didn’t do an internship or do some uni newsroom/magazine or whatever.... or maybe more streamlined (if that’s the right word) media &comms degrees.... as well as generally competing against each other, in the same field, for the fucking same exact jobs. while im competing against commerce students doing marketing and PR and people doing the PR & marketing major in m&cs.

also in relation to the above, doing multiple unpaid or even severely underpaid internships in journalism, or even marketing, probably won’t fucking secure your chance of getting a bloody job, adam. just shut the fuck up. those internships may have helped you. but they most likely won’t help most people, theresa. because there’s only a tiny freakin chance that the place that they worked for will actually give them a guranteed job at the end of their internship’s timeframe or at the end of their whole degree. it’s a fucking scam lmao.

and plus, (not to be as rude as you were to me).... but why the FUCK would you want to go into journalism.... when it’s been debased so fucking much by media outlets like buzzfeed; writing nothing but clickbait bullshit listicles.... and is polluted by internet virality.... so much so, that more than half of the people my course had the career goal of being a viral youtuber or an instagram influencer???? like i’m sorry. this is a dumb asf course, no matter the field you’ve chosen to study.... and there’s no way that a single one of you will be a successful viral youtuber or an instagram influencer???? what on fucking earth led you to believe that????

like no offence. but there’ll only be a lucky, lucky, lucky few who get to be the next jennamarbles, ray william johnson, pewdiepie, lily singh, tanya hennessy, jeffree star, james charles, etc etc.... or hell, even friendlyjordies (if you want some satire & politics). and for instagrammers.... idek know them. someone list some instagrammers lmao. but my point still stands.

being an influencer or youtuber- both with huge followings- is a fucking pipe dream- as much as me being a hugely successful author is. it only goes to the insanely lucky, lucky few who have the right connections and the right digital savviness/finesse to grow to be uber successful.... or who started super early, before it was even considered a job title (like jenna mourey/marbles and ray william johnson listed above, and several others not listed who have big fan followings on here) and eventually grew to be the first original titans of the youtuber job title.

or again, they already have some type of other successful media career (like tanya hennessy is an aussie radio announcer. jeffree star had a short lived myspace music career in the late 000s mostly, and made cameos in emo music videos and LA ink at the time also, for example) so that they can successfully fund their youtube channels and/or instagrams as side projects or whatever, as part of their media portfolio.... and they also know how to engage and grow follower bases etc. because they already have an existing one. so it’s twice as easy for them.

tbh i actually entered the m&cs course bc of my use of this hellsite and all the weird trends it had and stuff.... but I eventually got over that as I realised that I just did NOT fit into that field of study. I realised I was too shy... and I also just hated the fact that I had to learn how to use twitter and wordpress and probably eventually snapchat & instagram 😂

i had also gotten sick of follower counts and “growing a following”- considering that by 2015, I’d hit over 3,000 followers on here, I think.... and I realised just what energy and time it took to build this blog.... and my followers.... that I just didn’t have the energy to expend on other platforms for the same thing lmao. like it seemed like more wasted time. I was tired. in addition to that, i also realised that i didn’t want to waste my whole fucking career on the internet worrying over a business’s/company’s multiple corporate social media channel follower counts and image etc.... when i’d done enough of that for myself on this hellsite lmao. doing that stuff with other students in the m&cs course seemed fake asf, especially when it came to giving feedback comments etc lol.

but do you know that one place where you don’t have to give a flying fuck about followers, post views/comments, and blog views? philosophy and english. lmao 😅. no one gives a fuck what you say. unless, of course, you have the evidence and the force of argument to back your pov up. that’s what I was about and am still about. I loved reading and analysing the many books I had to read (contrary to the complaint posts that I made on here lmao)- whereas learning about media and who owned what and how media is manufactured- just made my brain freeze. and although I didn’t do my readings in philosophy (lmao)- i enjoyed a good bulk of the content I had and the issues it involved. doing media & journalism subjects in the m&cs degree, on the other hand, terrified me, bc it meant I had to get in front of a camera and speak- which also scared me bc i look & sound terrible on camera lmao 😂. but I didn’t have to do that almost throughout the entirety of my arts degree (im obvs not counting class presentations in this lol). but do you get my point???

and also the teaching comment. don’t get me wrong, i know a good bunch of people go into teaching after their arts degrees... including many of my friends; and a load of the people I was in my arts degree with. but that is mainly because with other degrees like journalism or media & comms or whatever other fields that they overload into uni arts departments- have taken our job titles away, in a sense....

so, then you’re practically forced to either go into teaching, or go into something outside of your expertise; like idek human resources management/a MBA via a masters.... or, again into something like librarianship via postgrad study- so, that for the love of fucking god- you have a job title to whack next to your name-!!!-instead of just “arts graduate” or “english major” or “philosopher” that all mean fuck all. and that’s because those labels sound vague, unhelpful, undefined and useless; as that’s opposed to something like “teacher” or “librarian” or even “information specialist”. all those titles/labels sound defined, and have actual useful concrete skills: like coding, database creation and maitenance & information retrieval (amongst other things), for a librarian/an information specialist, for example. these skills are then translated into something that you can physically demonstrate to people.... unlike with philosophy and english where people perceive that it’s just “all in your head” and “doesn’t produce anything worthwhile” bc of your very obvious skills that everyone has of communication and writing. like idk. anyway.

anyway here’s my rant for november.

#life #about me #shut up ilona #ilona whines about her shitty life to her followers lol #uni #uni life

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blindkarakul · 5 years ago

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Long Survey - M’yhe Tia

BASICS.

FULL NAME : M’yhe Tia NICKNAME : Youta, Little Sheep AGE : 25 Summers BIRTHDAY : The beginning of spring (Apr 13) ETHNIC GROUP : Seeker of the Sun / Keeper of the Moon NATIONALITY : Gyr Abanian LANGUAGE / S : Huntspeak, Eorzean (Common and Ala Mhigan Dialects) SEXUAL ORIENTATION : Homosexual Homoromantic RELATIONSHIP STATUS : In a Relationship; Ninka’ir Tayuun HOME TOWN / AREA : The Lochs, Gyr Abania CURRENT HOME : None; Lives with mate in the Lavender Beds PROFESSION : Diviner, Fortune Teller, Oracle, Ritualist, Bounty Hunter, Absolute Dumbass

PHYSICAL.

HAIR : Sandy Rose-Blond EYES : Pale Blue FACE : Thin, Scrappy COMPLEXION : Deep Tan BLEMISHES : None SCARS : Lashing scars across his back, a band around his ankle, a few deep cuts in his abdomen TATTOOS : Seer’s tattoos around his entire body, white ink HEIGHT : 5 fulms, 3 ilms. WEIGHT : Trying to steadily pack on some weight-- 118 ponzes BUILD : Lithe and agile, recovering from malnourishment. FEATURES : Chalky face paints, bright white eyes, Claws, Snaggletooth Grin ALLERGIES : n/a. USUAL HAIR STYLE : Cut and groomed short, braids woven at the side of his face and stained red USUAL FACE LOOK : Smudged on face paint, a coy grin USUAL CLOTHING : Free and flowing, rough and tumble but dependable

PSYCHOLOGY.

FEAR / S : Whips, Dogs Barking, Maggots, Infection, Loneliness. ASPIRATION / S : Becoming a Fist of Rhalgr. Happiness. A home. Found Family. POSITIVE TRAITS : Wise, Caring, Light-Hearted, Fun-Loving, Mischevious, Adventure-seeking NEGATIVE TRAITS : Hotheaded, Stubborn, MISCHEVIOUS, Self-depreciating MAJOR ARCANA : The Hanged Man ZODIAC : Aries, the Ram TEMPERAMENT : Sanguine SOUL TYPE : The Spiritualist ANIMAL : The Sheep VICE HABIT / S : Bullheaded Adventure; they rarely think of the consequences, and would rather have fun first and say sorry later. Very defensive about this. FAITH : Worship of the Twelve + Tribe Specific Religion; M’yhe’s branch of the M believed in the intrinsic spirit of all things. Everything as it is known was formed by the hands of the twelve, and is derivative of what were once larger spirits. Communication and appeasal of these spirits grants good fortune. Angry spirits that die unhappy turn into spectres, and while the nature of an angry spectre is harmful and dangerous, it is a terrible thing to kill a spirit rather than give it the chance to find peace. GHOSTS ? : Yes. AFTERLIFE ? : Yes. REINCARNATION ? : Yes. ALIENS ? : Maybe? He doesn’t often think about it. EDUCATION LEVEL : Has never been in a school, but has had various tutors over the course of his life.

FAMILY.

FATHER : Unknown Keeper of the Moon; whereabouts unknown MOTHER : M’iraa Vuehe, deceased (haunts as a spectre) SIBLINGS : M’iaho Nunh, adoptive brother, alive. M’koyo Tia, adoptive brother, alive. EXTENDED FAMILY : M’ahsasha Vuehe, adoptive mother, deceased. M’ahli Jedte, adoptive mother, unknown. M’rhaxis Tia, tribe brother, alive. M’zhrii Zurrie, tribe sister, alive. M’zhbi Zurrie, tribe sister, alive. J’kebun Tia, half-tribe cousin, alive. NAME MEANING / S : ‘Yhe’ is an utterance in M Tribe Huntspeak, often used to indicate positive affirmation, or sometimes joy.

FAVORITES.

BOOK : Anything Ninka’ir reads to him DEITY : RHALGR, the Destroyer HOLIDAY : Winter’s Knell MONTH : ‘Budding Season’ in Gyr Abania SEASON : Spring PLACE : Ninka’ir’s Apartment + The Velodyna River WEATHER : Warm Sun and Cooling Breezes SOUND / S: Ninka’ir’s Voice and Music SCENT / S : Rose, Chamomile, and Frankincense TASTE / S : Savory and/or spicy FEEL / S : Silk and/or Leather NUMBER : What The Fuck Come After Seven? (n/a) COLORS : Red, Purple, Blue, Black, White.

EXTRA.

TALENTS : Fighting, Charisma, and Healing. BAD AT : Being decent. And most tasks that require eyesight. TURN ONS : Ninka’ir Tayuun TURN OFFS : Whips!! Shit, dude. HOBBIES : Training, Painting, Fortune Telling QUOTE : “A hurrrting hearrrt is not so weak as you have been lead to believe.”

MUN QUESTIONS.

Q1 : If you could write your character your way in their own movie, what would it be called, what style would it be filmed in, and what would it be about? A1 : Blood Moon; an action packed drama about M’yhe’s life growing up and the pitfalls that make him eager to seek happiness and redemption in his current life.

Q2 : What would their soundtrack/score sound like? A2 : IT... VARIES... But honestly I’ve always been a fan of folk music, and so has M’yhe. Music by Blanco White is pretty close.

Q3 : Why did you start writing this character? A3 : I made M’yhe around 6 months into having started FFXIV. My ex and I were trying a new server, and making alts there. I had a previous M tribe character, M’iaho, who I made because the more I learned about the plight of Gyr Abania, the more the concept of a tribe from Gyr Abania became interesting for me. But M’iaho was a very irresponsible Nunh who claimed his title by accident, and as fun as that was to play, I wanted someone who was a bit more grounded and grumpy. M’yhe was actually supposed to be a bunny from the Gold Saucer who just happened to be able to read fortunes AND was from Ala Mhigo, but I became really invested in him and his character. He was interesting to me because of his background in the occult, and so he just grew from there (and I ended up leaving the Bunny concept behind). He would always be my favorite go-to character that I would play when I needed to get into a place of destress. Because he was so seemingly carefree on the surface, his natural mischief made his interactions with others fun, and helped me branch out and find new friends when I needed it most. Toward the end of my relationship, I would use him as a crutch to give me a happy place to turn to. I placed so much love and work into him that when I finally made the decision to be free for myself, I took him with me. And while he grows, I continue to grow too. So... he’s a very personal character that was kind of born out of my subconscious desire to break away and be free. And now that we’re both in happier places, I’m relishing getting to play him growing as a person. World knows I am too.

Q4 : What first attracted you to this character? A4 : Honest to god I just wanted another catboy? But one that I could connect with more. The first two I made were fun, but not what I was looking for in terms of a character. Also yeah, all the above stuff too. I wanted to explore the concept of finding personal freedom after being in a place where I didn’t feel like I had much.

Q5 : Describe the biggest thing you dislike about your muse. A5 : M’YHE WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A LOT RUDER but I’m too soft to be terribly mean. Each time M’yhe makes a stupid life decision a little part of me dies.

Q6 : What do you have in common with your muse? A6 : We’re both adept tarot readers! But that was obvious. So less obvious is that we would both kill for oranges. (I can’t eat oranges though, sadly, because I’m allergic to them, so I get to live my citrus impulses through M’yhe).

Q7 : How does your muse feel about you? A7 : Real talk I don’t think M’yhe would find me especially interesting and I don’t blame him.

Q8 : What characters does your muse have interesting interactions with? A8 : Because he’s such a charismatic character... really he can bounce off of just about anyone? But I really like the characters that are able to peel away his charismatic exterior and get to actually make him act as the kinder and softer person he can be deep down. I like the people who get him to say his cryptic wise quotes without a shred of sarcasm. M’yhe is a very manic character and can sometimes feel so on top of the world that when he’s grounded and serious are sometimes my favorite times to write him.

Q9 : What gives you inspiration to write your muse? A9 : Music, honest to god just me imagining scenarios... and also my lovely as FUCK Free Company, Nightraid. As well as Coeurl’s RP community as a whole. I mean, I know it’s cliche to say. But I have a lot of people there who plot and poke fun at scenarios with me, they always keep me on my toes and keep me thinking of the next story beat. They’re all amazing and lovely people, and while there are things I miss about being on a more populated RP server like Balmung or Mateus, Coeurl is my home and damn if it isn’t M’yhe’s too.

Q10 : How long did this take you to complete? A10 : Do I mention the fact that I finished like half of this and then took a 3 month hiatus or what

Tagged by: No one I stole this but I caN’T REMEMBER WHO I STOLE FROM.... I think @huntspeak

Tagging: ANYONE WHO WANTS TO DO THIS! Also;

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(For a character of y’alls choice, for you multimuse buddies)

It’s been a while since I was really active, so I thought I’d do a big comprehensive on M’yhe’s character again!

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jacob-pan · 4 years ago

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Jacob Pan Biography

g e o m e t r i c s

↬ Full name ↫

Jacob Peter Pan

↬ Nickname ↫

Jake

↬ Birthday ↫

December 25

↬ Birthplace ↫

Neverland

↬ Zodiac ↫

Capricorn

↬ Height ↫

5'5″

↬ Orientation ↫

Pansexual, not that he’d ever tell his dad.

↬ Social Class ↫

Middle class.

↬ Wealth ↫

He came from an average earning family but wealth never really mattered to his parents so that indifference passed on to Jacob.

a p p e a r a n c e

↬ Tattoos ↫

He has the quote “Not all who wander are lost” in small script across the left side of his chest.

↬ Piercing ↫

He pierced his own lip when he was fifteen but took eventually took it out.

↬ Outfits ↫

Jacob’s style is sort of hipster ish but also casual. He isn’t big into fashion per se but also wants to look nice.

↬ Accessories ↫

He always wears a chain around his neck with a plain silver ring hanging from it, a gift from his mother when he was a preteen.

p e r s o n a l i t y

↬ Normal mood ↫

Jacob is brooding more often than not. He can be pleasant but is usually in a dark and stormy mood.

↬ Temper ↫

He has a short fuse but he’s all bark and no bite.

↬ Discipline ↫

Jacob doesn’t like to rock the boat too much and generally follows the rules but when it comes to his father he loves to defy him.

↬ Strengths ↫

Jacob’s an avid reader which has translated into his studies, so he’s a strong academic.

↬ Weaknesses ↫

His father, in a way. All he’s ever wanted is his father’s approval and even if he knows he’ll never get it, sometimes he’ll drop everything if Peter gives him attention.

↬ Drive/dreams ↫

He wants to break free of being known as Peter and Wendy’s son and become his own person based on his own accomplishments and merit. He dreams of one day becoming a professor at AU to continue teaching critical thinking to the youth of Auradon.

↬ Fears ↫

Being forgotten, losing his mom, failing a class.

↬ Likes ↫

Reading, writing, drinking tea.

↬ Dislikes ↫

People who are against having kids from the Isle living in Auradon, flying, and unnecessary loud noises.

↬ Soft spot ↫

His sister, even if he doesn’t act like it most of the time.

↬ Depression ↫

Thinking about all of the times where his dad picked on him for preferring reading over sports, or how Peter always favored Jack because they had more in common. Basically, a huge source of Jacob’s issues stem from his relationship with Peter.

↬ Inspiration ↫

Education and knowledge influence a lot of Jacob’s major decisions.

↬ Role model ↫

His mother’s always been a huge hero in his eyes.

↬ Mental disorder ↫

Maybe a mild bit of OCD from never being good enough for Peter. He has some intrusive thoughts and is constantly second guessing whether he locked the door or turned off the water, small repetitive things like that.

↬ Habits ↫

His leg is always bouncing if he’s sitting otherwise still. He knows you can feel it. He’s sorry. He can’t stop it from happening.

r a t i n g s

(5 Stars means very high strength, 1 star means very low strength aka weak)

↬ Psychological strength ↫

5, Jacob has a brilliant mind even if he doesn’t always use it the right way.

↬ Physical strength ↫

He’s not super strong but he also isn’t weak so I’ll say 3 for average.

↬ Leadership ↫

3. Jacob’s more of a follower for the mere fact that he’s never really been put in a leadership position before.

↬ Wisdom ↫

He almost always thinks before he acts but sometimes it’s not always the right decision so we’ll go with 3.5

↬ Intelligence ↫

5. He’s incredible intelligent and wants to learn all of the things.

↬ Confidence ↫

Again 3.5. He can fake a lot of confidence but deep down there isn’t as much as he’d like.

↬ Endurance ↫

Jacob’s pretty resilient. He has his fair share of damage but does tend to come out of it stronger so we will say 4.

r e l a t i o n s h i p s

↬ Father ↫

Peter Pan

↬ Mother ↫

Wendy Darling

↬ Siblings ↫

Jack Pan

↬ Other relatives ↫

N/A

↬ Enemies ↫

Henry Westgate I guess I’m sry we’re developing it this will change.

↬ Rivals ↫

Jack, I guess? Not so much anymore but def when they were kids.

↬ Friends ↫

Carson, Sam, Evie, Sloane.

↬ Best friend ↫

CJ, his partner in crime.

↬ Love interest ↫

Carson ooh lala

↬ Marital status ↫

Single

↬ Children ↫

N/A

↬ Pets ↫

He wants a pet cat but doesn’t know if he could hide it well enough in his dorm room.

p a s s - t i m e

↬ Hobbies ↫

Read and write.

↬ Talents ↫

He can bang out thousands of words for essays in record time.

↬ Sports ↫

Jacob likes to stay fit but he’s not into sports at all.

↬ Classes ↫

Lots of English and History classes but he is a well rounded student overall.

↬ Occupation ↫

He’s a student but got into tutoring thanks to Evie so he makes a little bit of cash from that.

h o m e l i f e

↬ Location ↫

His childhood home is in Neverland but he’s currently living in a single dorm room on campus at AU.

↬ House size ↫

The Neverland home is smaller than others living in Auradon.

↬ House type ↫

Filled with all of the colors of the rainbow, the Pan’s house is basically a shrine to Peter’s many adventures.

↬ Level of luxury ↫

Depends who you ask. Jacob thinks the house is sort of tacky in places but Peter probably thinks it’s the Taj Mahal.

↬ Outdoor description ↫

Again, colorful and scattered with “treasure”

↬ Indoor description ↫

Enough rooms for everyone to be comfortable, and it does have a cozy vibe despite Jacob’s disdain for his father’s trinkets.

↬ Bedroom description ↫

Jacob’s room in the Neverland home is pretty similar to his dorm room now. Nondescript, not many personal items, lots of books.

L I F E S T O R Y

↬ Age 0-12 ↫

It was apparent from the start that Jacob was ahead of his years in terms of reading and language comprehension. This caused him and Peter to butt heads at their differences in interests, leaving Jacob feeling hurt despite his mother’s constant reassurances.

↬ Age 13-18 ↫

Jacob grew up to have more of a rebellious streak in him while still chasing all of the knowledge he could squeeze into his brain. Escaped to Auradon City whenever he could get away from Neverland.

↬ Age 19-30 (or 25) ↫

Loves living on campus because he feels like he’s becoming his own person and truly finding himself. Despite this, he’s still rather lonely and fears never amounting to anything other than living in the shadow of his parents.

↬ Darkest secret ↫

When Jacob was younger, he tried to frame his father for a crime in the hopes of sending him to the Isle of the Lost. It backfired and sent someone else there instead.

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Oh No, Emotions! Ch. 08

8. Tutoring, traumata and fears

(Warning: discussion of harrowing topics like pedophilia)

Edwina had run away from her foster home at the age of ten and fallen out of school only a short time later. Needless to say, her educational gap was huge.

She had tried to make up for it as best as she could.

Every time she'd managed to scratch together enough money to get herself at least one meal for the day, she had spent the remainder at the library, burying herself under stacks of books.

But of course that hadn't been every day and so she wasn't as up to date, as she would have liked. And at some point she had got to know a group of academics who had ended up on the streets. They had taught her a thing or two and she had listened to them more eagerly than most children would have.

But then she had landed in prison. She had been almost eighteen, so they hadn't bothered with prison schooling. They obviously had thought she was irredeemably stupid. It was so frustrating.

And there were so many things she had never learned anything about.

She hardly knew how modern technology worked. Of course not, after all she had never owned any.

After a while, she had just stopped bothering about it. What good was learning, if she would never be able to use it. Homeless people didn't get jobs. Ex-convicts weren't engaged by anyone either.

But now that she had a home, it was different.

Everyone in this house was intellectual.

Henry and Hastie were both medical doctors, Gabriel was a lawyer, Luise had several PhDs in various fields of psychology and the employees in this house were highly educated as well.

She felt like an uneducated wallflower next to them.

So one day she asked Luise, if it was possible for her to take up her education again.

“Now that I have a home, I want to go to school again”, she told her, “But I've missed so much in the last ten years, that I can't show my face there. So, if I could get some tutoring … I know I can do it! I'm smart, I can prove it!”

Luise considered for a moment. Then she smiled. “Of course, I know that you're smart. In fact, you're a genius. The prison psychologists sent me your files. I will ask Henry to tutor you, while he's on a holiday, until I can find you good tutors. My servants will give you basic lessons on their native languages. As for me, if you need a real psychologist…”

Edwina hated psychologists.

But not this one.

Henry was surprised, when Luise approached him with the request to give their new lodger tutoring in science, mathematics and other subjects.

Even though he was a professor and had taught at the Royal Academy for a few years, he had given up his post. Students were just so frustratingly unruly and unmotivated these days. The educational system wasn't good either, in his opinion. Besides, being a gynaecologist and radiologist was much better paid and more motivating.

But then again, it wasn't like he had anything to do over his remaining holidays.

So he agreed.

There was just one problem.

As a professor and former university teacher, he was used to having fully educated students. But Edwina had the educational level of a sixth grader, despite being already twenty.

Henry wasn't used to having to consider that.

“What if I expect too much of her?”, he asked worriedly, “What if she doesn't know something and I get impatient and pushy? I never taught primary-school pupils, not to mention school drop-outs!”

Luise chuckled. “Don't worry, chap. The girl knows more than you think. She's intelligent, curious and motivated. You will enjoy teaching her.”

Then the German briefed him in on what the young woman needed to learn, before she could go back to school properly.

Edwina was as ecstatic as she was anxious. She knew that Henry was a professor in addition to his many doctorates. She couldn't believe that he actually had agreed to help her catch up!

What a privilege!

But what if she disappointed him? What if he would think she was-

“Edwina?”

She blinked.

Henry was looking at her with concern. “Are you alright, dear?”

Edwina blushed. “O-oh yes, yes, I'm fine, I-”

She stopped short. “Wait. Did you just call me 'dear'?”

The doctor blushed harder than she did and stumbled over his words.

“I … I … did I? So-sorry, I didn't mean to – argh, how weird of me! What the hell was I thinking, already going to – oh crap, that's awkward!”

At that, Edwina could only laugh. That man was so adorable!

“It's fine”, she giggled, “It just surprised me, that's all. Shall we start?”

Awkwardly, her new teacher scratched the back of his neck. “O-of course. We'll begin with mathematics and see how far you're there.”

Not to be offensive, but Henry was pleasantly surprised, when he saw that Luise had been right.

For someone who had dropped out of school at the age of ten, Edwina was rather knowledgeable. She was quite advanced in natural sciences and mathematics and really loved the subjects. She was also a talented artist (unlike a certain telepath he knew) and had a solid grammar.

Sure, she knew next to nothing about modern communication devices, but that was okay. He too was still struggling to adapt. Those blasted smartphones got new useless additions and apps at least once a year (it was maddening!). One of the others would help her with that.

Henry also suspected that sexual education would be problematic. And indeed, her face became stone, as soon as he brought it up. But Edwina took a deep breath and told him to continue. She was obviously revolted by the topic. Nevertheless, she pushed through and forced herself to listen, which was as admirable as it was sad. He did his best to sound as neutral and professional as possible. But failed miserably in the face of all the first hand experiences she was able to supply.

She looked visibly disturbed, when he burst into tears.

“Henry, what the hell-?!”

“Don't judge me!”, he sobbed, “How else am I supposed to react to something like that?!”

She sighed: “Look, it's fine-”

“Don't give me that crap!”, he snapped angrily, “Don't tell me that it's fine! It's not fine! How can you expect me to be calm after hearing about you going through shit like that?! How can you be so calm about it?!”

She rolled her eyes. Damn, what a crybaby!

He dried his tears and rasped: “Forgive me … I'm such a terrible teacher. I should be able to handle that shit and still I burst into fucking tears over it.”

She noticed the self-loathing in his voice and statement – and hated it. He shouldn't hate himself, just for being emotional.

Something deep inside told her that she should hug him tightly and pat his back. First he stiffened in surprise. But then he relaxed and hugged her back.

“Hey, it's okay”, she muttered, “At least you care. I've heard people talk about it, who obviously didn't give a shit. It's okay to be a crybaby, as long as you care.”

She felt him heave a heavy sigh and his hug tightened, as if he was clinging to her for emotional support.

“Oh, Edwina … I'm such a mess …”

She rubbed circles on his back and mumbled: “It's okay. I'm a mess too.”

Henry sighed once more, then he let go of her. “Thank you”, he whispered and stroked her hair.

The brunette blushed a little, but shrugged it off.

“Sure. Now, let's continue. With the lesson, I mean.”

For a moment, the tall blond blinked in confusion. Then he caught on.

“Oh, yes, yes. Now where was I? Oh, right. Well, since we covered prostitution, STDs, the laws on sexuality and consent (or lack thereof), I think we should move on to something less … harrowing. So we'll begin to talk about gender and sexual and romantic orientations today and cover it in detail in the next days.”

Now that was a topic she could find interest in.

“That lesson was a catastrophe!”, Henry groaned later, during a conversational therapy session with Luise. “Absolutely horrid! I was such an idiot! And so unprofessional! Here I thought I could talk about that topic as calmly as any teacher would … but when she provided first hand examples of underage prostitution, it just … broke me. I bawled my eyes out right in front of her. I should have comforted her and instead she had to comfort me!”

He buried his face in his hands. “Reminds me of the other reason I quit my old job … I just can't be a good role model for shit!”

Luise shook her head. “Henry, don't beat yourself up over it. You cried, because this is a disturbing topic and because it made you upset, that she has gone through so much crap. This has nothing to do with you being too soft or Schwachsinn* like that. Any decent person would flip their wit over that and Edwina knows it. I think she felt better knowing, that you hate the thought of someone hurting and using her.”

“I do”, he whispered. “She deserves the best things in the world! Not this shit! No one does!”

“No”, Luise agreed. “No one deserves this at all.”

“I reminded her of it all, just because I failed to choose subjects wisely.”

“Henry-”

“I'm so fucking stupid! What the fuck made me think that talking about that subject would be a good idea?! Now I've torn her old wounds open! All I do is hurt her!”

“Henry, don't go there-”

“I made her cry the other day.”

“Henry-”

“Why am I this way? Can I ever not hurt people?”

“Henry, nein**.”

“I'm so horrible and messed up, I bet she thinks that I'm a psycho, I-”

“Henry, stop it!”

“What if she ends up like him? What if something happens to her and it's my fault-”

“HENRY, STOP IT!!!”, she yelled, making him wince.

“Entschuldige***”, she sighed and took his hand. “But Henry, please. How often do I have to tell you-”

“I know, I know”, he interrupted her impatiently, “You think that it wasn't my fault and that he wouldn't want-”

“I know that it wasn't your fault! And that he wouldn't want this! I've been trying to tell you this for twenty years!”

The doctor slammed his hand on the table. “You're digressing, dammit!”

“Am not! I'm trying to help you, Henry! But you don't listen to me! How can I help you, if you refuse to listen?!”

Hearing the distress in her voice, he froze. He hadn't meant to make her upset, she knew that.

Luise gave him and herself a few minutes to calm down, before she continued sadly: “He loved you, Henry. He adored you. He wanted you to be happy. To see how much you suffer because of him, how you blame yourself for his death, that would break his heart.”

“He died of a broken heart!”, Henry croaked. “And it was my fault!”

“Henry, please don't do that to yourself”, Luise pleaded. She opened her arms. He came around the table, sank onto his knees and cried into her lap.

After over twenty years, he still wasn't over his death. Worse, he had developed some extremely unhealthy coping mechanisms. It ranged from anxiety attacks to hearing their late friend's voice in his head. Yes, Henry still heard his voice and talked to him, as if he was still alive. And for that he hated himself, among other things.

And now there was Edwina.

The German knew that Henry recognised his late friend in the tiny brunette, when he looked at her. They all did and that was no wonder; Edwina was his spitting image, safe for her healthy constitution (he had been far more fragile), her feral, piercing eyes and the dark rims around them.

Luise didn't believe in such coincidences. And even if she did, there was no way this was one. Except for Edwina herself, they all knew. Luise and Gabriel knew, but never brought it up. Hastie knew, but suffered in silence (except for when alone with Luise). Henry knew, but couldn't handle it at all.

“It's not fair”, he blubbered, “I try so hard to see her, not him! But when she's happy, she has the exact same glow in her eyes and then she smiles just the way he used to! It hurts so much! She makes me feel so young and alive again, it's like I need her, I don't know, but every time she's upset, because of something I do, it's like I'm reminded of my old mistakes all over again and I don't want to fail her, like I failed him-”

“Shhhh”, Luise cooed and stroked his hair. “You didn't fail him. The last four years of his life were the happiest, because you and we others were there, remember?”

“He would be so disappointed”, the doctor sobbed, “I'm not the man he looked up to!”

“No, you're not”, she confirmed. “But even if he saw you now, he would never be disappointed in you. And Henry?”

He looked up with teary eyes.

“She isn't disappointed in you either.”

The taller blond just cried harder.

The telepath sighed sadly: “You know, I think that you two have to talk later. Talk it out before dinner and settle the matter, okay? We can't have the two of you engage in self-flagellation because of one small misstep.”

Gabriel had no idea, what the heck was going on.

But when he came into the lounge, he was practically tackled by a distraught Edwina, who kept panicking about hurting Henry-

Wait, what?!

Okay, he told himself, don't jump to conclusions, keep your calm.

“What happened?”, he demanded to know.

Then she told him in detail about the tutoring of the day. At first he was confused, but when she got to the Sex-Ed lesson and what had happened, he understood.

“I thought, that giving some first-hand experiences would be a good idea”, Edwina blubbered, “But it just made him cry and I ruined everything! And then he hated himself, because he cried in front of me, but it wasn't even his fault! I should never talk about myself again, every time I do it makes him cry!”

“Edwina, calm down-”

“I hate it! I hate when he's upset! I don't want him to hurt, especially not because of me!”

“Edwina!”

He hugged her and gently patted her back.

“Edwina, please stop. Don't do that to yourself. You just wanted to be a good student and prove that you understand the topic. Henry knows that. He wasn't upset because of you.”

“How do you know?”, she asked doubtfully, “You weren't there.”

“No, but I know my husband. In fact, I have known him for forty years. Knowing him, he thinks that he hurt you and is flagellating himself for even talking about the subject.”

“That's stupid”, she muttered.

Gabriel frowned. “But it did hurt you, didn't it? Why didn't you just ask him to stop? He would have stopped immediately, if you had told him that it makes you uncomfortable.”

The brunette buried her face in his chest, which made it a bit hard to make out what she was saying.

“I … I thought it would help … to face that shit head-on. Confrontation therapy or something like that.”

The lawyer shook his head. “Edwina, listen. If you want to confront your demons, that's fine. But Henry is the wrong person to do that with. He's not a psychotherapist and has himself a whole bundle of issues to deal with. We all have problems, but Luise is the one who can handle them best. She's a professional psychotherapist and she can help you. But not Henry. In fact, he's one of her patients, or clients, as she calls them.”

At his mild reproach Edwina seemed to shrink in his arms.

“I'm sorry”, she whimpered unhappily, “I didn't mean to …”

“Hey now”, Gabriel spoke softly and ran his fingers through her hair. Luise had told him that this would be fine and indeed, Edwina didn't show any signs of discomfort.

“Everybody makes mistakes. Just talk it out, when you see him. Determine some rules for the future tutoring and establish boundaries to avoid what happened today. Apologise to each other and everything will be fine. There is nothing quite like good communication to solve that kind of problem.”

She looked up to him tearfully. Somehow she looked a lot like an abandoned puppy or a kitten. A twenty-year-old kitten with a long criminal record, but that didn't matter anymore. Suddenly he was feeling a very strong urge to protect this girl. To ease her grief, help her wounds heal and wash her scars away.

“You're not in trouble”, he assured her with a kind smile. “Henry won't be angry or even think less of you, just because of this. He doesn't hate people just for telling him off. In fact, Luise and Hastie do it all the time. They're still his best friends.”

“What about you?”, she asked curiously.

“I don't argue with my husband about things I don't understand”, he stated with a shrug.

Edwina blinked. “Oh. Okay.”

Her mood seemed to brighten up considerably and she finally wound herself out of his hug.

“Feeling better now”, she muttered. “I'll go and talk to him and then we can-”

“Edwina! Gabriel!”

They looked to the door and who else would enter but Henry, followed by a serious Luise.

Gabriel went up to his husband to greet him and, as always, received a hug and a kiss.

“Welcome home, love”, Henry cooed sweetly.

“Hello, sweetheart”, the lawyer replied, “Edwina just told me what happened earlier.”

Henry's smile vanished immediately. “Has she now …”

Edwina's heart twisted a little, when the tall blond turned to her.

But ere she should issue her apology, he beat her to it: “Edwina, I owe you a thousand apologies. I should never even have brought up a topic that obviously causes you grief. I have no idea what I was thinking, but all of this could have been avoided, if I just had let it be, at least for now. Neither of us was ready for it and I should have known this beforehand.”

Awkwardly she scratched the back of her neck.

“Apology accepted. And sorry too. I should've just asked ya to stop and talk about something else. It's just that no one has ever cared before about what I wanted, that's why I didn't say anything. Let's just … not speak of this again. Uhm … would you … still keep teaching me?”, she asked shyly.

Henry blinked in obvious astonishment.

Then he smiled happily. “Of course, Edwina.”

Damn, she loved that smile.

“… so, before we step over to romantic orientations, do you have questions?”

“Yes, actually”, Edwina said, “If a person doesn't identify as a man or woman, but are attracted to men or women, what does that make them? I mean, these people wouldn't be gay or straight, right?”

“There are also the terms 'androphilia' – the attraction towards men – and 'gynophilia' – the attraction towards women. What's the matter, Edwina?”, he asked worriedly, when she cringed.

She lowered her head. “Sorry, it's just … I don't like the suffix 'philia'.”

He frowned. “Because you associate it with … that, isn't it? I see … well, perhaps I should elaborate on what that word actually means, before we continue.”

The word 'philia' came from ancient Greece and simply meant 'love'. It was meant to describe friendship, or a love for things that didn't necessarily have to be of sexual or romantic nature. It was, for example, also used for organisms that thrived in certain environments or substances that reacted well to others.

“I can see, why the word has such a negative association for you, but you need to understand that it's a very broad term. After all, the English word 'love' also applies to an endless variety of things. The same goes for the opposite number, 'phobia'. Do you understand?”

She nodded.

Of course Henry knew, that she would always think of that one thing, when she heard that suffix. That was something he was all too familiar with.

He stacked his papers and put them into his bag.

“That should do it for today. We will cover romantic orientations tomorrow-”

“Henry?”

He stopped in his movements. “Yes?”

“You mentioned phobia. Do you always associate it with a certain thing?”

He hesitated. Then he admitted: “I do. With several, actually. I'm sure Gabriel already told you, but … I'm scared of quite a lot of things. Of some to the point, where it's a real phobia. The others have their fears too. That's what I think of, when I hear that word.”

Edwina looked hesitant and curious at the same time.

Henry knew what she was going to ask, before she asked it.

“I know, it's none of my business, but what kind of phobias do you have?”

For a moment he debated, whether he should tell her or not. But since she was their lodger and lived with them now, he couldn't find a reason not to. After all, they knew everything about each other. And Edwina belonged to their family now.

So he began: “I'll start with Luise. She's terribly afraid of injections and surgery. Several of us have to hold her arm, before Hastie can even vaccinate her. And he is the only one, because he's her husband and she trusts him unconditionally.”

Edwina stared at him with huge eyes. “They're married?! But I never saw them wear wedding bands!”

Henry had to grin. “They don't wear them on their fingers. If you ask either of them, you will learn that they're wearing them somewhere else.”

“Where?!”

She looked so hopeful and curious, that he could only chuckle and shake his head.

“Really, Edwina, your focus changes so quickly, once something new catches your attention!”

The brunette blinked. Then she laughed awkwardly: “Oh yeah … uh, go on.”

“Gabriel has crippling acrophobia. Fear of heights”, he explained, when she looked confused.

“Hastie is afraid of tight places, being stared at and being touched by strangers.”

“And you?”

Henry hesitated. He knew that he was exposing himself to the young woman. But there was no going back now.

“Like I said, I'm scared of a lot of things. Failure, imperfection, being alone, doing unforgivable things, loss. But most of all …”

He swallowed and took a deep breath.

“… I'm afraid of myself.”

Edwina had needed a while to let that sink in. Partly, because it was a rather shocking revelation (at least to her) but mainly, because he had immediately ended the lesson after making that confession.

She was now sitting in her room over the biology and chemistry exercises he had given her. But they were already done (it had been child's play) and now her thoughts were somewhere else.

Fear was a strange thing.

On one hand it was seen as a weakness. On the other, it was necessary in order to survive.

Of course, some fears and aversions were so stupid or easy to exploit, that they became a bane to humanity as a whole.

But what was Edwina herself scared of?

She was afraid to die. And of opening up to someone, only to be used and hurt.

Speaking of which … it hadn't escaped her how Henry had hesitated, before he had admitted to his own fears. She found that she understood it.

Admitting that you were frightened of something was hard.

For a moment, Edwina wanted to go downstairs and speak to Luise.

Then she remembered, that the older woman was a conversational therapist and most likely had a patient right now.

“Where is her office anyway?”, she muttered and put her school work away.

“It's on the ground floor”, a voice whispered, “But she isn't there right now.”

Edwina jumped and shrieked in horror.

“Calm down, calm down!”, the voice cried hurriedly. “It's only me!”

Edwina's face flushed in anger, when Aoimoku turned herself visible next to the door.

“WHY DID YOU DO THAT?!”, she yelled, “YOU SCARED ME OUT OF MY WITS!!! What are you doing in my room anyway?”

The Japanese looked ashamed.

Good. She should be, Edwina thought angrily.

“Please don't shout at me, Miss. I just wanted to see, if the sheets or curtains have to be changed”, the Asian said awkwardly. “Did you not hear me knock?”

“No”, the brunette snarled, still clutching her chest. “Next time I don't respond to the knocking, knock louder! Don't just sneak into my room like a creep! Jesus Christ!”

“I'm sorry, I really am”, the handmaid apologised sheepishly. “Please don't tell onee-san. I don't want to get into trouble.”

Onee-san? That had to be Luise.

“Fine”, Edwina grumbled, “Just don't pull that crap again. It's not funny. Also, I found those musical scores, can you help me with them? I have trouble reading the music sheets.”

Aoimoku smiled. “No problem, onee-san has too. Show them to me and I will explain.”

Never would the brunette have imagined, that she would get a lesson in musical notation from the Japanese handmaid of a German noblewoman.

Or learn how to play Mozart on piano.

But like hell she would say no to that!

Luise was delighted, when she heard, that Edwina was enjoying Aoimoku's piano lessons.

She was a lot less delighted however, when she found out, that Aoimoku had told the younger woman of her inability to read music sheets.

Gabriel, Henry and Hastie were playing board games in the lounge together, when they heard the German's angry voice screaming for her first handmaid.

“What happened now?”, Henry wondered.

Hastie shrugged: “Dunno, but I don't want to be in Aoimoku's shoes.”

The others nodded in sympathy and took a few seconds to pity the poor woman, before going back to their game.

Luise was a difficult mistress and everyone knew this.

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*Schwachsinn - German for: nonsense, balderdash

**nein - no

***Entschuldige - I’m sorry.

#The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde #Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde #Dr. Jekyll #henry jekyll #Mr. Hyde #edward hyde #female hyde #Gabriel John Utterson #utterson #Mr Utterson #jekyllxutterson #dr lanyon #Hastie Lanyon #oc #lanyonxoc #why do i keep writing about this shit?!#dafuq is wrong with me?!

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benes-diction · 5 years ago

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Never-Ending Survey - Celia

Rules: Repost, do not reblog. Tag 10 blogs!

Tagged by: @thefallenofbajhiri

Tagging: Nobody. I have zero energy to fight my tagging anxiety. I am spent. -hucks this whole thing into the garbage-

basics.

FULL NAME: Celia bas Benes (formerly Celia kir Benes)

NICKNAME: 'Marshmallow’

AGE: 21

BIRTHDAY:

ETHNIC GROUP: Garlean Hyur

NATIONALITY: Garlean

LANGUAGE/S: Eorzean Common, Garlean, Pidgin Hingan, Garlean Sign Language, Ala Mhigan Sign Language

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Asexual

ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Panromantic

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: In love with her tol

HOMETOWN / AREA: The Garlean capital

CURRENT HOME: Eorzea / Shirogane

PROFESSION: “Adventurer” (see also: formally unemployed)

physical.

HAIR: Thick and fluffy, falling past her shoulders in white-blonde locks. Curls at the end, and curls more in humid weather.

EYES: The trademark Benes blue shared by her siblings, father, and paternal aunt that will often appear violet in most direct light.

FACE: Oval-shaped with high cheekbones -- a spitting image of her mother

LIPS: Full

COMPLEXION: Rosy

BLEMISHES: Callouses on her hands from writing so many reports during her internship and from her regular training with knives and swords under Arduro’s tutelage ; small birthmarks/beauty marks beneath her left eye and at the right corner of her mouth

SCARS: An incredibly large, gruesome scar slicing from the middle of her nose across her right cheek and down to the corner of her jaw ; a small surgical scar at her throat

TATTOOS: None

HEIGHT: 4 fulms 11 ilms -- incredibly short for a Garlean

WEIGHT: Barely 90 ponze

BUILD: Petite and waifish. Could be considered ‘scrawny.’

FEATURES: Thick brows

ALLERGIES: None that she is aware of

USUAL HAIR STYLE: Unstyled / left unbound and free to fall around her shoulders, unless she’s working.

USUAL FACE LOOK: Eyeliner and eye shadow

USUAL CLOTHING: Simple attire ; skirts of varying length, depending on the climate, and boots, accompanied by a shirt or sweater

psychology.

FEAR/S: Being abandoned, deep water, explosions

ASPIRATION/S: Reforming Garlemald--preferably returning it to a republic

POSITIVE TRAITS: Curious, Kind-Hearted, Polite

NEGATIVE TRAITS: Cowardly, Defensive, Overcritical, Cold, Cruel,

TEMPERAMENT: Generally sweet as can be, right up to when someone hits a nerve. Celia is more than capable of being cold and cruel when she wants to be.

SOUL TYPE/S: The Server

ANIMALS: Mouse

VICE HABIT/S: Biting her lips

FAITH: Questioning / Curious

GHOSTS?: She’s encountered some strange things she can’t quite explain but hesitates to say for certain.

AFTERLIFE?: She hopes. At the very least, the idea gives her comfort, and she makes the trek to Ala Mhigo to talk to an old friend’s gravesite.

REINCARNATION?: Skeptical.

POLITICAL ALIGNMENT: “Do you hear the people sing?”

EDUCATION LEVEL: Formally tutored ; college-level education

family.

FATHER: Lucius mal Benes

MOTHER: Theodosia cen Benes

SIBLINGS: Cato (deceased), Solina (disowned), and Caius (douche)

EXTENDED FAMILY: Caelia bas Ursus (paternal aunt), Rhoda fae Benes (paternal grandmother)

NAME MEANING/S: “Celia” is derived from “Caelia” which is derived from “caelum,” which is Latin for “heaven.” “Celia” is also a short form of “Cecilia,” meaning “dim-sighted” or “blind.” Her surname “Benes” comes from “bene,” or “good.”

HISTORICAL CONNECTION?: None.

favorites.

BOOK: “Draco and Maria.”

DEITY: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

HOLIDAY: Starlight

MONTH: Third Astral Moon

SEASON: Winter

PLACE: Coerthas

WEATHER: Snowy

SOUND / S: Rustling papers, distant piano music

SCENT / S: Antiseptic, sweet pea,

TASTE / S: Dark chocolate, rose tea

FEEL / S: the velvety fur of a puppy’s muzzle

ANIMAL / S: Bulldog

NUMBER: 4

COLORS: Pink

extra.

TALENTS: Some musical talent and a particular knack for sutures, but nothing extraordinary

BAD AT: Dealing with other people contradicting her

TURN ONS: Eyes that turn soft when they focus on her

TURN OFFS: Entitlement

HOBBIES: Reading, petting animals

TROPES: Everyone’s Baby Sister, Daddy’s Girl, Girl Friday, Girls Love Chocolate, Girls Love Stuffed Animals, Girls with Guns, Girly Bruiser, Lonely Rich Kid, Sugar-and-Ice Personality

QUOTES: “Garleans! Do you love freedom? I know you do! Do you hate oppression? Who dare deny it? “

mun questions.

Q1 : If you could write your character your way in their own movie, what would it be called, what style would it be filmed in, and what would it be about?

A1 : Probably one of those young-adults-take-down-the-evil-government-book movie adaptations, with lots of plays on the gritty realism of the present and the blurry and almost ‘heavenly’ memories of her past.

Q2 : What would their soundtrack/score sound like?

A2 : Lots and lots of violin, with a piano-violin duet when she finally reunites with her mother and father.

Q3 : Why did you start writing this character?

A3 : WHELP. Siren was getting too toxic and I wanted to start RPing because it seemed fun. So I convinced my S/O and our friend to make characters on Mateus so we could check it out aaaaaand... that’s where it all started.

Q4 : What first attracted you to this character?

A4 : The fact that she loved Garlemald so much, but knew that it wasn’t in the right and knew that it needed to change.

Q5 : Describe the biggest thing you dislike about your muse.

A5 : She’s a brat who throws temper tantrums and gets up on her soapbox to yell at people. There are days when I truly hate her.

Q6 : What do you have in common with your muse?

A6 : See the previous answer. I gave Celia my anger at how the world is when I started writing her.

Q7 : How does your muse feel about you?

A7 : Celia and I would probably clash. Hair-pulling, screaming, punching--the whole nine yards. That’s not even taking into account all the horrible things I’ve put her through.

Q8 : What characters does your muse have interesting interactions with?

A8 : Any interaction involving Celia isn’t interesting. She either acts as sweet as can be, or she’s preaching, or she’s being a little twerp.

Q9 : What gives you inspiration to write your muse ?

A9 : Final Fantasy XIV’s main story, to be honest. Most of her story comes from the developments in Garlemald.

Q10 : How long did this take you to complete ?

A10 : All last night and today. @_@

#long post #tagged prompt #Celia Benes #Never Ending Survey #aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah

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starlingsrps · 5 years ago

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zara badem

BASIC INFORMATION

FULL NAME: zara sabrina badem NICKNAME(S): zee PREFERRED NAME: zara. just zara. BIRTH DATE: may 14, 1994 AGE: twenty five GENDER: female PRONOUNS: she/her ROMANTIC/SEXUAL ORIENTATION: hetero NATIONALITY: turkish-british CURRENT LOCATION: new york; wherever LIVING CONDITIONS: a loft in tribeca that's entirely too much for one person but she's not about to admit that.

BACKGROUND BIRTH PLACE: ankara HOMETOWN: a three way tie between ankara, london, and new york. when the show took off, the badems stationed themselves in new york permanently EDUCATION LEVEL: private tutors until the move to new york - she went to spence, graduated, did three days of college at nyu, and decided to "take some time off" that's still going on. FATHER: mehmed badem, 61, oil tycoon MOTHER: emma cross-badem, 60, former model/momager SIBLING(S): adam, 35 (restauranteur, the kourtney); farrah, 32 (the kim kardashian-west); nadiya, 30 (the khloe); sophia, 28 (the lone sensible one) BIRTH ORDER: youngest CHILDREN: noooooope. PET(S): bao, bengal cat OTHER IMPORTANT RELATIVES: the various spouses of her siblings, the producers for the show that were been with them the longest PREVIOUS RELATIONSHIPS: various and legion, very few with actual Feelings CURRENT RELATIONSHIP: [grinds teeth]

OCCUPATION & INCOME PRIMARY SOURCE OF INCOME: being a badem - the show ended last year but she's still very much in the public eye and gets paid to do a lot of things, on top of a Healthy inheritance SECONDARY SOURCE OF INCOME: sponsored instagram posts CONTENT WITH THEIR JOB (OR LACK THERE OF)?: it's all she's ever really known/all she's ever really been taught to do so she can't even imagine who else she'd be PAST JOB(S): she's done some modeling? SPENDING HABITS: extremely self indulgent MOST VALUABLE POSSESSION: her shoes

SKILLS & ABILITIES PHYSICAL STRENGTH: no. just...no. DEFENSE: bodyguards? SPEED: very quick - dart-y. INTELLIGENCE: she's not as dumb as she looks/acts but she's also more...perceptive than anything else. ACCURACY: aight AGILITY: aight STAMINA: endless TEAMWORK: brat. TALENTS: she's unfailingly generous and loyal - once you're in, you're in for life. conversely, once you're out, you're out for life and she'll make your life hell. SHORTCOMINGS: s p o i l e d LANGUAGE(S) SPOKEN: english, turkish DRIVE?: do not under any circumstances let zara behind the wheel of a vehicle JUMP-STAR A CAR?: why? CHANGE A FLAT TIRE?: again: why? RIDE A BICYCLE?: like if she has to? SWIM?: yep PLAY AN INSTRUMENT?: nope PLAY CHESS?: a wee bit but not super well. if her dad wants to play, she'll play. BRAID HAIR?: yes TIE A TIE?: no PICK A LOCK?: no

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE & CHARACTERISTICS FACE CLAIM: bahar sahin EYE COLOR: green HAIR COLOR: brown HAIR TYPE/STYLE: long and wavy, trimmed every three weeks, coloured every six weeks GLASSES/CONTACTS?: contacts for she is a nearsighted bitch, glasses that she wears when her eyes are tired/she needs to look Serious. DOMINANT HAND: right HEIGHT: 5'5 BUILD: teensy EXERCISE HABITS: like, she goes to a trainer most days of the week but it's so low intensity that is she even really there SKIN TONE: olive TATTOOS: nope PIERCINGS: ears USUAL EXPRESSION: bored CLOTHING STYLE: she's pretty cutting edge style wise with an appreciation for the short and/or tight for the attention. big clothes aka clothes that fit properly are for off duty. JEWELRY: whatever's called for with the look, fondness for the rare whatnots ALLERGIES: dogs DIET: she eats like a bird PHYSICAL AILMENTS: nah

PSYCHOLOGY ENNEAGRAM TYPE: 4 - the individualist MORAL ALIGNMENT: chaotic good TEMPERAMENT: choleric MBTI: ENFJ MENTAL CONDITIONS/DISORDERS: she's anxious A Lot - her assistant has cbd gummies and xanax at the ready always. situational depression is also a whole thing - she just kind of hates everything. SOCIABILITY: SHE NEEDS ATTENTION TO LIVE OKAY PHOBIA(S): big dogs and open water ADDICTION(S): nah DRUG USE: look, she's tried a lot. she doesn't make a habit out of anything. ALCOHOL USE: oh yeah. PRONE TO VIOLENCE?: a lot of play punching

MANNERISMS SPEECH STYLE: little smoky ACCENT: ambiguous european HOBBIES: shopping, instagram NERVOUS TICKS: flicking her hair behind her shoulders, making this grumpy little troll face DRIVES/MOTIVATIONS: having a good time FEARS: being forgotten POSITIVE TRAITS: generous, loyal, fun, expressive, confident, fearless NEGATIVE TRAITS: self absorbed, indulgent, temperamental, snobby, spoiled SENSE OF HUMOR: pretty good tbh DO THEY CURSE OFTEN?: yes but no

FAVORITES WEATHER: summer ACTIVITY: traveling and cooking - she's surprisingly good at it and does enjoy feeding people very much ANIMAL: cats, especially bao BEVERAGE: diet coke BOOK: zara's cookbook collection will consume her one day COLOR: blush pink DESIGNER: gucci FOOD: baklava - hell of a sweet tooth FLOWER: peonies HOLIDAY: summer vacation MODE OF TRANSPORTATION: being driven MOVIE: the little mermaid SCENERY: cities SCENT: department store perfume sections, fresh lipstick VACATION DESTINATION: anywhere tropical and hard to get to

ATTITUDES GREATEST DREAM: welp, any plans she had for her future got upended so she's going to be a brat and drink about it for awhile instead. GREATEST FEAR: being forgotten MOST AT EASE WHEN: cooking tbh LEAST AT EASE WHEN: being yelled at by the paparazzi. she knows it's part of being her. she still doesn't like getting yelled at. BIGGEST ACHIEVEMENT: yeah that's why she's depressed about being married off before doing Anything. cover of vogue? SHE DOESN'T KNOW EVEN THAT WAS WITH HER SISTERS BIGGEST REGRET: eh!!! she gets a little jealous of sophia sometimes because she has the closest thing to a normal life of any of them BIGGEST SECRET: that one hour a week she hates everything and wants to run away TOP PRIORITIES: fun, family, instagram likes

#c: zara badem

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sirius-whoisleft · 5 years ago

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GENERAL INFORMATION ➤

Full Legal Name: Sirius Orion Black III Nickname(s): Padfoot Age: 18 Gender & Pronouns: cisgender male; he/him Sexuality: Initially, I began writing him as a demiromantic pansexual. However, I am pleased to announce that with each day I write him? He not only gets gayer, but his capacity to love and crush and pine grows threefold.

Date of Birth: November 3rd Horoscope: Scorpio, baby!!!!! Hogwarts House: Gryffindor, though and through Nationality: French by way of London Occupation:

Sirius is currently a seventh year Gryffindor student at Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry which is, all things considered, a pretty sweet gig. He’s preparing for NEWTS! He’s living off the trust fund provided for him by his dearly departed Uncle Alphard! He hasn’t been kicked out yet! He’s snogging his boyfriend in the library every chance he gets!

And, improbably, Sirius Black is preparing for his future.

Recently, Sirius had been admitted to the competitive and prestigious Gringott’s cursebreaking training program. After graduation, he’ll make that five-times-a-week trek down to Diagon Alley and immerse himself in ancient societies, runes, translations, curse-handling, history, desert magic and...yes...wait for it...copious paperwork! Upon graduation from the program, Sirius will emerge a newly minted and proud Cursebreaker, working at the bank’s back office most days, doing research and translations and the like, but also getting his hands dirty on trips. The pyramids of Egypt and the tombs of China will call to him, and he can’t wait to see them all!

Unfortunately, his time with the cursebreakers will be cut short, and he’ll hurl himself headlong into his Order of the Phoenix membership under Alastor Moody’s dark influence...but that’s a story for another day.

Summarized in One Word: Bombastic!

APPEARANCE ➤

Faceclaim: Ben Barnes Height: Just as with the sexuality question, Sirius gets both gayer AND SHORTER the longer I write him. Currently he’s hovering around 5′7″ by accurate standards, but in my mind he’s a tiny little pocket bastard. Hair Color: Black Eye Color: Grey Noticeable Features: Devastating good looks. Emphasis on the devastating due to the strong Black family resemblance. A growing collection of tattoos. Long hair that he’s wont to elegantly flick away from his eyes. Perpetual haughty looks off into the distance.

Typical Outfit or General Fashion Sense: Sirius dresses simply, but well. How well depends on the occasion and your personal opinion, but it can’t be argued that he looks good doing it. His typical layabout clothes consist of either a band-tee or button-down with a pair of trousers or muggle jeans (the magic of which Remus Lupin introduced him to); for formal affairs, he still remembers how to walk the walk and can pull off a suit and tie with uncomfortable ease.

Truth be told, Sirius is still figuring out his fashion sense! He went from his clothing being dictated by his family to skating by on a Hogwarts uniform for several years. He’ll come into his own slowly and with purpose – the first step being an overindexing on punky, black leather jackets.

HISTORY ➤

Hometown: London Financial Status: Trust fund bastard! After being cut off by the House of Black, Sirius coasted by broke and on the basis of favors from the Potter family for over a year before his Uncle Alphard passed away and left him a hefty little nest egg with which to make his way in the world. For all his talk about wanting to be of the common people and despising the wealthy and all they stand for, Sirius was raised with the safety net of exorbitant wealth and still defaults to many of those old habits and assumptions. Spoken Languages: French was his first language, followed by English and then Latin. He’s deeply interested in dead languages and the study of runes. Dream Job: Cursebreaker! Bad Habits: Biting the inside of his cheek. Lashing out at those that care about him most. Pushing friends and concern away. Refusing to apply himself lest he try and fail. Squandering his education. Cocaine, alcohol, and other substances; his general proneness to addition. Recklessness and adrenaline-highs. Stealing the covers at night. Joking to cover up his real feelings. A proclivity for dark magic. Singing in the shower.

FAMILY BACKGROUND ➤

Mother: Walburga Black (neé Black), estranged. Father: Orion Black, estranged. Sibling(s): Regulus Black, estranged. Pet(s): n/a Cousin(s): Bellatrix Black. Andromeda Black. Narcissa Black. Evan Rosier.

MAGICAL ABILITIES ➤

Wand: Reed, dragon heartstring, 10 ½ inches, rigid

Patronus (and which memory they’re currently using to cast a patronus if they can, or which one they’d use if they could): Like his Animagus form, Sirius’s patronus takes the shape of a large dog. He’s able to cast it with highly varying levels of success lately; while he has a good tutor in Remus and a willingness to try, Sirius’s magic has always been affected by his mood swings and he just...has too many of those to predict. His most successful attempts have been driven by days of rare concentration and memories colored by the other Marauders. Currently, were he to try and produce one, Sirius would think about the day that Remus kissed him in their dormitory following The Prank fallout – giving him affection and forgiveness and a second chance.

Boggart: The House of Black version of himself - the one that might have happened if he hadn’t been able to break away from his family in time.

OWLS: Ancient Runes, History of Magic, Astronomy, Charms, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Transfiguration, Potions, Herbology, Arithmancy NEWTS: Ancient Runes (O), History of Magic (A), Astronomy (O), Charms (O), Defense Against the Dark Arts (O), Transfiguration (E), Potions (O), Arithmancy (O)

What Kind of Magic do They Excel at:

Sirius’s best subject is Defense Against the Dark Arts. He is handy with a wand, knows his own power, and is unafraid to act in the heat of the moment – perhaps a bit recklessly, but there’s nothing life-or-death about the inside of the classroom, and so he simply manages to come off looking talented.

The most important reason behind him succeeding in that class is the simple fact that he believes it to be useful; it’s going to Mean Something in the Real World, and so it’s one of the few school subjects that commands his attention and respect in equal measure.

He also has a talent for Ancient Runes that’s finally being appreciated—now that he’s allowing people to appreciate it, and owning his deep interest in the subject openly—and, unfortunately, for the complexities of Dark Magic.

PSYCHOLOGY ➤

MB Type: The Campaigner

Few personality types are as creative and charismatic as Campaigners. Known for their idealism and enthusiasm, Campaigners are good at dealing with unexpected challenges and brightening the lives of those around them. Campaigners’ imagination is invaluable in many areas, including their own personal growth.

Yet Campaigners can be easily tripped up in areas where idealism and kindness are more of a liability than an asset. Whether it is finding (or keeping) a partner, staying calm under pressure, reaching dazzling heights on the career ladder or making difficult decisions, Campaigners need to put in a conscious effort to develop their weaker traits and additional skills.

Enneagram: ENFP [read more]

Excellent communicators. ENFPs have outstanding communication skills and they know how to use them. They will engage anyone in conversation at the drop of a hat, and they know how to draw others out in a way that keeps the discussion flowing. Whether casually shooting the breeze or collaborating in the workplace, ENFPs provide the horsepower that keeps the engine of conversation humming along.

Imaginative. ENFPs are imaginative problem solvers and reject the idea that traditional ways are always the best. In every situation they believe an original approach is possible—and desirable—and they refuse to become prisoners of habit or routine. They see roadblocks as opportunities, and they confront every challenge they face with fresh eyes and no preconceived notions.

Natural leaders. ENFPs step forward to assume positions of leadership readily and instinctively. They are confident in their ability to handle demanding responsibilities many people find scary or intimidating. ENFP leaders are consensus builders who work hard to gain the trust of their associates, patiently listening to their ideas and reacting enthusiastically to their good suggestions. Their assertive, “can-do” attitude inspires others and motivates them to action.

Strong social conscience. Often active in social movements, ENFPs stand up for what they believe in without apology. Some people talk the compassion game but don’t follow through with meaningful action, but ENFPs believe it is vitally important to back up caring words with good deeds. Despite their friendly nature, an ENFP will go supernova with righteous anger when they are exposed to suffering and injustice. They can get quite loud and assertive, if that’s what it takes to get their opinions heard.

Hypersensitivity. ENFPs sometimes let their imaginations run wild and often perceive bad intentions that don’t really exist. Being hyper-alert and aware helps ENFPs improve their social comprehension, but reading between the lines only works when something is actually hidden there. If it isn’t, misunderstandings can occur and hurt feelings can damage good relationships.

Lack of focus and follow through. ENFPs are endlessly creative, capable of filling a thousand days with a thousand bold ideas. But they don’t always follow through on their inspirations, and if others are not brought on board to handle the details, their best ideas may never be put into practice. ENFPs rely on their initial excitement and passion too much and don’t always show the discipline necessary to translate their ideas into real-world production. They have a tendency to start new projects before the last ones are finished, and failing to see things through is where ENFPs sometimes come up short.

Overthink things. ENFPs have a tendency to perceive slights, resentments or hostility where none actually exist, and their habit of overanalyzing other people’s behavior can lead to unnecessary anger and conflict. If ENFPs aren’t receiving as many compliments as they expect from their significant others, their insecurities can be activated and they may start to feel unappreciated and unloved.

Overemotional and approval-seeking. While emotional expression is a core part of the ENFP's identity, they can come on too strong. The bubbly, energetic style of ENFPs doesn’t mesh well with every partner and introverts, in particular, can sometimes feel steamrolled in their presence. ENFPs are also approval-seekers, and in their desire to receive praise and acknowledgment they may try a little too hard to make a good impression, talking too much and listening too little in the process.

Moral Alignment: Chaotic Good

Archetype:

55% Rebel - The Rebel is comfortable throwing caution to the wind—and bucking the system...if that means getting their point across.

25% Advocate - The Advocate is the one everyone wants on their side. In the name of justice, they are not afraid to challenge authority or speak up for others.

20% Caregiver - Friendly, sincere, and compassionate, the Caregiver finds their reward in helping others. No one could ask for a better best friend.

Temperament: Sanguine

#tag: character development #plot prompt friday #***#tag: inspo #tag: headcanon

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