#socially anxious king

[flowers-of-buffoonery]

Edgar Allan Poe, Bungō Stray Dogs #32

[mobblespsycho100]

THE TWEET EVER. BTW

[socially-anxious-wizard]

King Of Curses Itadori Yuuji and his beloved Curse User Fushiguro Megumi.

Silly details under the break:

(No Spoilers please I've only just finished Season One lmao.)

Yuuji:

Not as sadistic or cruel as Sukuna, but don't let that fool you. His threat level really comes from his protective nature and recklessness. He's not been human for such a lot time that he forgets his own power.

Still hates Sukuna because he thinks he's too selfish. A punk who barks too much when he doesn't have the power to bite.

A nice guy! Until he reminds you why he's King of Curses.

Weirdly, hates Curses despite his title.

Megumi:

Megumi is a Curse User who acts in Yuuji's interest, regardless of whether Yuuji actually wants him to. The logic to his King's ill-thought out plans.

Yuuji still saved his life and Megumi has been ride or die ever since.

Megumi is probably the more outright dangerous of the two purely based off his own morals. Which are "Get fucked if you're not someone I like."

People don't really understand his deal or goals.

[kataraavatara]

thinking about grey ghost the wild dragon. people said he was shy and stayed away from people and other dragons. he never bothered anyone. he just liked to eat fish and fly around. then sunfyre came to colonize HIS home on dragonstone after living in King’s Landing for the majority of his life and attacks and attacks and kills him?! what was the reason? rip my shy sushi loving king 💔💔💔💔

[meganechan05]

Welcome to Gokkan 💜

Do not ask me what came over me to do this. All I know is that my brain is unwell and it does dumb shit like reminding me of that one song from a very certain Vocaloid series about the Seven Deadly Sins in the middle of Alt!Rita brainrot.

...We only got less than a second of Alt-Rita and my brain is just "Yeah, they're a total fckboy and a slut and I need to draw this ASAP"

I'm so sorry 😂

[vaguely-annoyed]

well well well, if it isn't the feelings i said weren't that deep

[misteria247]

Luigi just existing anxiously in every Luigi's Mansion

King Boo: I fucking hate you so fucking much you little green menace

[tealty]

Saw one of those posts that said to post a WIP so in effort to try and -ost things I make here’s a WIP for the fic Death Echoes by Ocearna. If you haven’t read it please do it’s a really good dp/dc crossover.

[king-of-vertigo]

I just wanted to say that I really like your art style! It’s so pretty!!

aaaaaAA-- thank you so much!

yours is so cool too! there's something so-- unique and aesthetically appealing about the shapes you use >:DD ((I absolutely love the way you draw Charley--))

thanks again!

[squid--inc]

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[thebleedingeffect]

I think techno would have social anxiety, we all know this

[flowers-of-buffoonery]

Edgar Allan Poe, Bungō Stray Dogs #55

[insert-game]

feeling The Dread and The Sadness today. SAD

[socially-anxious-wizard]

Swap Au sketches before bed. More Itafushi tomorrow probably.

[foldingfittedsheets]

The mattress company I worked for the first time no longer exists. It was long ago eaten and assimilated by a bigger company. But when I started it was an incredibly intense five weeks of training. I was told I was extremely lucky to be selected, and I was. From a pool of a hundred applicants only fifteen of us made the cut to entering the training program.

The course covered how to talk to customers, how to ask open ended questions, how to close a sale, and product knowledge. I learned a lot, and truthfully my greatest takeaway was a lot of social scripts that I could use in other areas of my life.

We also had a midterm exam and a final. Both included a roleplay element with a trainer and a written portion. They told us when we started that the course was challenging but it was still a shock to come in after the midterm and realize half the class had failed.

I was named valedictorian of training- a dubious honor as it meant I’d done the best in the class, but popular lore had it that valedictorians struggled the most on the sales floor. Lo, I struggled.

Not because I wasn’t good. I was. But because my manager set out to systematically destroy my self esteem. Every sale, every interaction I had was scrutinized and criticized.

If I sold a bed with protectors, moveable base, and pillows he’d ask why I hadn’t managed to sell pillow protectors too. His first trainee had thrived on being challenged and he’d never bothered to learn a different way to coach.

It was wretched. My performance started strong but nosedived after a few weeks with him. My trainer, a man I loathed for stonewalling me in my interview, came in to inform me I was on new hire probation. If I couldn’t get my sales numbers up I’d be let go.

His actual phrasing was, “When you have a bandaid do you like to rip it off or pull it slowly?”

Since it was eminently obvious why he was visiting and because I thought it was condescending I sweetly informed him that I liked to soak my bandaids in hot water so they come off on their own.

He was briefly startled at this derailing but then got on with the bad news. I signed some forms stating that I understood my job was in peril.

I went home furious. I thought long and hard about why I wasn’t succeeding and how frustrated I was with my manager. I came in the next day and my anger had crystallized into a cold sharp edge.

My manager opened his mouth to address the probation and I snapped, “Just leave me alone. Go in the back if I have a sale. If you must address a serious issue then you will give me praise on two things I did right and present it as a compliment sandwich. Otherwise just say good job and shut up. Your constant nitpicking just makes me anxious and I do worse. Back off.” Belated and begrudging I added, “Please.”

He raised his eyebrows in dim surprise but I’d gauged him well. He backed off. Dutifully he’d meander into the back when I had a sale and praised me when I closed it. I resented knowing it was only because I’d demanded complimented but they still boosted me up. My numbers skyrocketed, I landed my first split king sale, and I exited probation with flying colors.

The trainer came back in to congratulate my manager for turning things around. To my gratification he gave me credit for setting him straight and said I’d taught him a different way to lead. My manager would often genuinely praise that moment when I’d stood up to him, impressed with my stubborn refusal to fail and my insight into what would help.

My biggest takeaway from the whole thing was just that people need positive reinforcement to succeed. Praise people for doing a good job. If you’re ever in a position where you need to criticize someone put it in a compliment sandwich instead of just saying the negative.

[yandere-romanticaa]

This was written before Sugilite was released, I'm just going off on vibes and my own personal ideas here.

"Keep your head low and I might just reward you."

He purred like a cat, his voice dripping with satisfaction and thick like honey, oh so pleasing to the ear. His smell enveloped you like a spell, reminding you of the fact of just how close your captor was to you. He ate his meal like a king and decided to keep you close by this evening.

He wasn't in the mood to be alone, he had told you.

That was fair, you reasoned with yourself. Everyone craves company from time to time, even the most volatile or socially anxious people would crave the company of another. Human beings aren't meant to be alone.

It was a sentence that Sugilite liked to tell you every single day.

A fine spread would be ready for you on the massive table, with your captor always sitting as the head of it. He took great joy in feeding you the various meals, even if it made you look like a helpless child. Of course, he didn't care about that one bit.

You were his to take care of. The opinions of others are unnecessary.

Human beings aren't meant to be alone. And you didn't need anyone else, not when you had him. He made sure to get rid of anyone who might be a threat, no matter how tiny of a threat they may pose, he trampled over everything and everyone.

It was so easy for him too. He did it so casually, like he was just swatting away a pesky fly which wouldn't leave him alone.

You were scared to be alone. It was mortifying even. In the vast and empty cosmos, against all odds, Sugilite became your new home. Where he went, you went.

He could be kind, sometimes. Harshness was an every day occurrence but his kindness made up for it, or so you liked to tell yourself... But, he was kind, he truly was. Why else would his touches be so feather light whenever you were good to him, why else would he shower you with gifts and affection otherwise?

Sugilite was a lot of things. But he was not cruel. Not unless you gave him a reason to be.