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[queen-of-pirates]

"Lemme just mute this class discord server, what's the worst they could say?"

Turns out, transphobia, lots and lots of transphobia.

[reflectionsofacreator]

📖 XVI

[Put "📓" or some other version of a book emoji into my inbox and I'll explain the plot of a fanfiction that I haven't written but daydream about.]

So I've had this idea for a modern AU knocking around in my head for some time, rather than a fic set in the regular setting, and it's focused on the polycule that is Joshua/Dion/Terence/Jote.

The catch is that it's told through in universe recordings of therapy sessions, with certain names or events redacted or told out of order.

The fic would follow the four of them as they start to open up about their various issues; either with each other, their pasts, whatever. Initially Terence is the most open with the therapist, citing that he's the one who pushed for all of them to finally go to therapy. Dion is pretty quickly revealed to have deep seated religious trauma from his father's homophobia and keeping his relationship with Terence a secret for 10+ years. Jote is the most blunt about how she knows that she's extremely messed up, but she's willing to try. Joshua is presented as charming but constantly redirecting and trying to get out of actually having to talk about his own issues, much to the therapist's chagrin.

Slowly it's revealed that Dion and Terrence have been together since their very religious highschool days, with Dion bearing the brunt of the secret keeping from Sylvestre, who has kept himself involved in his son's life by monetary assistance. They'd been happy together for several years but didn't dare get married for fear of what retaliation Sylvestre or his new wife Anabella would foster on to them. Things had started to change when Terence met and fell for Jote, with that being the catalyst for ending up here, in the therapist's office.

The first time Joshua really opens up is recounting the time that he and Dion met, at his brother Clive's house. It had been silly and fun, with Clive mistaking Dion's panic over intruding on Terence and Jote's date as Dion being cheated on and offered him a place to stay. There's even a few laughs as Joshua recounts the night, only to sober and go quiet. The therapist asks what's wrong, and Joshua murmurs this I fear that Dion hates me now.

Hard cut to Dion again, with the recording noting that he's been silent for seven minutes. Finally he admits that he doesn't know where he stands with Joshua, because Joshua won't talk to him. He's always felt somewhat guilty about their relationship in the deep recesses of his mind, worried that he doesn't love Terence enough, worry that it makes him a bad person to love more than one person at a time. He worries over not being enough for Joshua or Terence, and even Jote, though he and she are not romantically involved.

There's a cut to Jote. Yes, Joshua and I are... pretty unhealthy, I guess. It's what happens when you accidentally make a cult in highschool and it blows up in your face. We would've been fine, I think, but my brother Cyril's sentence was up, and he got released from prison. And he came looking for us. I've never been so terrified when I realized he was in our house, that he'd tricked Terence and Dion into letting him inside, acted like a regular person. Well, there was one other time, when I saved Joshua's life. Funny how those two things are related.

For the first time, there's a new voice on the recordings; a young teenager named Olivier. He's a little haughty, but he stresses that he doesn't really get why he's here, other than Terence insisted. Really that Cyril guy wasn't that big of a deal, just a bit creepy? Oh, we don't have to talk about that? Awesome. Anyways how about the fact that I accidentally outed Dion to our homophobic father on the same night that I got punished for being caught kissing a boy? Yeah, um... how do I not feel guilty about that btw, and the fact that Dion got legal custody of me when I've been nothing but a burden?

There's so many ideas I have for this, but like. The framing device of "in universe therapy sessions" makes me not actually want to write it. I would need to go down a rabbithole of how actual sessions get conducted, have to nail each character's voice, etc. But the idea of slowly revealing the plot of this story that actually spanned over the course of ~6 years, and how each of them affected each other, agh. Won't leave me alone.

For what it's worth -- Joshua and Jote have been together since highschool as well (their whole Undying Cult thing that Cyril also was apart of) (it's a lot) (Cyril's still obsessed with Joshua years later, hence the Everything), and later got secretly married so Cyril wouldn't be listed as her next of kin. They both went into medical school to try and "make up" for what happened, but they're rather private about the events to the point that Terence and Dion didn't know until it showed up on their doorstep.

Yeah, it's a bit over the top and stuff, but like. Putting all the fantastical stuff in a modern lens is interesting and makes for some fascinating exploration of character.

Jote and Dion are not romantically involved, largely because Dion is Hella Gay. Similarly, Joshua and Terence are good friends, but aren't really involved romantically other than "let's doubleteam Dion". Terence and Jote met while Jote and Joshua were still in college, and by the time the story takes place (several years later, in therapy) both Joshua and Jote are certified medical professionals and they also all live in a house together and co-parent The Brat Olivier.

This got away from me. Oops.

[thethistlegirlwrites]

4, 8, 25, and 26 for Rory and Emmett!

Thank you for the ask! This was so fun to do for them!

How would they describe each other if asked? Physically? In personality?

Emmett: Rory stands out even though she doesn't really want to. It's hard to miss someone with that much life in her, at least for me. She doesn't care if people see the damage lichen fever did to her skin, but she never wants to let anyone see when she's hurting or sad or scared. She's smart and determined and a lot kinder than she wants people to know. She's a good person, even if she pretends she's not.

Rory: Emmett is always trying to make himself smaller, less noticeable. He tries to disappear, which isn't easy when he's sort of tall and half his hair is white. But somehow he can manage to do it anyway. He's loyal and stubborn and when he cares about someone there's nothing he won't do for them, no matter what the consequences are for him.

How do they communicate with each other? Are there any recurring phrases or gestures unique to their relationship?

These two have so much nonverbal communication going on, sometimes it sort of looks like they can read each other's minds. They communicate a LOT, both verbally and non-verbally, and they're very much the 'if something is wrong let's talk about it' sort of people. They don't like leaving things unsaid, and while they might not readily admit something they see as a weakness or that they're afraid might drive the other person away, eventually they'll get around to being honest about it. Emmett has a tendency to run his hand over Rory's hair when they're relaxing. It's a part of her he can touch without worrying he'll hurt the damaged skin or accidentally feel her pulse and have to force his gift not to take her heart, and Rory likes the feeling, because people have rarely been just gentle with her because she's there. If her hair was touched in the past it was usually for practical things like brushing, washing, or braiding it.

If a stranger saw them together, how would they describe their relationship?

Either one of them would definitely say 'we're together'. Rory would be more likely to say they're raising Carlo together, Emmett would be the first one to refer to them as a couple/married. Eventually, they'd both just start saying 'that's my wife/husband/we're married'. It's easier (and safer) to tell people that than to explain the whole 'we met because we tried to kill each other and he kind of actually did but then he fixed it and then she raised my son for two years while I was in prison before she broke me out and now both of us are sort of on the run and raising him together and somewhere along the way we also developed feelings for each other and even if those are really really complicated it's still love'.

How would these characters react to being stuck in a small room with each other?

Honestly, that would depend on whether Emmett's gift is placated. If he's got it mostly under control, they're probably just fine and already figuring out how to get out. If it wants him to take a heart and feed it, he would NOT react well at all to being trapped in a small space with Rory. He would be trying to avoid her so he can't accidentally take her heart AGAIN. Rory would keep trying to reassure him so she can get his help with a collective plan to get them out, while still not intentionally making it harder for him by getting too close. She'd prefer to show him she trusts him by touching him but she also knows that would make his gift really hard to control and how hard that would be on him, so she'd keep just enough distance and try to talk him down from the panic spiral he's probably going into.

From this ask game!

[beardedcomputergardener]

Tech: All of your existences are confusing.

The Squad: How so?

Tech: Your presence is annoying, but the thought of anything bad happening to any of you upsets me.

Echo: If I make you breakfast in bed, a simple "thank you" is all I need.

Echo: Not all this "how did you get into my house" business.

Omega: I think my guardian angel is sleeping on the job

Hunter: What can therapy do for me that screaming in my car for 30 minutes can’t?

Hunter: You know what I learned from my friendship with Crosshair?

Wrecker: There's no such thing as too mean?

Echo: Never let your friends know for sure if you like them?

Tech: Always hold a grudge?

Phee : It's pretty cold outside.. wanna hold hands? We should stay close.

Tech, blushing: Okay.

Lizzie : It’s summer.

Lizzie : Do you mind if I slyly mention that you’re single?

Tech: Do not do that.

Lizzie : You won’t even notice!

Phee , entering: Lizzie , you wanted to see me again?

Lizzie : Tech's single

Tech:

Tech: So, what’s Phee 's type?

Lizzie : Brown eyes, kind, oblivious, good sense of humor, turtle lover.

Tech: Sounds kind of like me. Too bad we’re just friends.

Lizzie : Did I mention oblivious?

Tech: Yeah, why?

Lizzie : Okay, just making sure.

Tech: *Kicks the door down looking panicked*

Lizzie: What did you do?

Tech: Nobody died.

Lizzie: WHAT KIND OF ANSWER IS THAT?!

Crosshair: Am I going too far?

Tech: No, no, no. You went too far about seven hours ago. Now you're going to prison.

Tech: Here's some advice

Crosshair: I didn't ask for any

Tech: Too bad. I'm stuck here with my thoughts and you're the only one who talks to me

Crosshair: I'm incredibly fast at math.

Tech: Alright, what's 30x17?

Crosshair: 47

Tech: That's not even close.

Crosshair: But it was fast.

Crosshair: This is a mistake

Tech, enthusiastically: A mistake we're going to laugh about one day!

Crosshair: But not today

Tech, still enthusiastic: Oh, no. Today's going to be a mess

Echo: Why are Phee and Tech sitting with their backs to each other?

Crosshair: They had a fight.

Echo: Then why are they holding hands?

Crosshair: They get sad when they fight.

Phee: On the count of three, what's your favorite cake? One, two, three-

Phee and Tech, in unison: Chocolate cake peanut butter frosting with chocolate chunks!

Echo: Our turn, Crosshair! One, two, three- vanilla!

Crosshair, deadpan: I've never had cake, what is cake?

Crosshair: I can explain.

omega: Can you?

Crosshair: If you give me thirty seconds to think of a lie.

Crosshair: *Accidentally hits omega in the face*

Crosshair: *Trying to decide between saying 'I’m sorry' and 'Are you okay'*

Crosshair: ARE YOU SORRY?!

omega: What’s wrong with you?!

Crosshair: It’s dark in here

omega: Don’t worry dude I got this

omega: *Stomps their feet*

omega: *Skechers light up*

Crosshair: I’m gonna need a Kaminoan skull and I can't have you asking any questions why.

omega: Only if you also don't ask why

omega: *Pulls out 7 pristine Kaminoan skulls* Take your pick.

Crosshair:

omega:

Crosshair: This one is fine

Crosshair, in a meeting: My policy is if you see something, say something.

omega: I saw a squirrel in a tree today!

Crosshair, with the tone of someone who is used to omega: Outstanding.

Crosshair: This is what I’m talking about people.

Crosshair: Okay, help me please!

Omega: Got two words for you.

Crosshair: I bet they won't be helpful.

Omega: Your problem.

Crosshair: I was right

[yandere-daydreams]

requests are open!!! what about a soft yandere fairy with a darling that accidentally wanders into their forest and won't let them leave? thank u sm!

I’ve never been able to resist a classic Yandere!Fae who can’t seem to understand why their lovely little Darling won’t give them a name and volunteer their free will without a struggle. It’s nice to be soft for a change, too, if only for the dialogue.

Title: Creation and Control.

TW: Imprisonment and Mind-Control.

~

You chose not to dance, tonight.

It wasn’t because you had anything better to do. The fae could hunt, they could harvest and maintain their make-shift homes and do whatever they wished once the sun slipped low in the sky, but as a human, a guest who’d been forced to overstay their welcome, you could only choose between joining one of the swirling, ever-growing circles or not doing so. For whatever reason, you’d picked the latter, taking a seat on a fallen tree-trunk and watching as strangers without names laughed and smiled and sobbed, some of them unfamiliar, and others prisoners like yourself, unable to leave because of magic or fate or in your case, a golden elixir you hadn’t known better than to drink. A goblet of it sat at your feet, now, but you didn’t pay it any mind. If only for the sake of protecting your pride.

Despite this, your attention dropped to the grail as a familiar figure started to approach, heavy footsteps muffled by the soft glass of the clearing. You didn’t have to greet him or be greeted in return, not when there was only one person who dared to speak to you.  Who bothered to speak to you, really. It wasn’t like a conversation with someone else’s personal pet would draw much interest, not from a group that had already seen so many of your kind come and go.

You only looked up when a long, lean hand came to rest on your shoulder, pressing down for a moment before you gave in, tilting your head back and letting your eyes meet the swirls of green and gold just beginning to pry into you. Durin, although that was more of a title than a name. The warden to your prison of trees and mushrooms and enchanting, unnerving smiles.

He spoke first. He always did. You were an object to be addressed, here, rather than one expected to speak out of turn. “My dear,” He started, already sliding a thin wooden comb in your waiting hand. “Indulge me and I promise, you won’t be pestered again until sunrise.”

You didn’t need further instruction. You pulled your legs onto the trunk and Durin lowered himself into the space they’d once occupied, soon sitting outstretched in front of you. It was a mind-numbing activity, braiding a head of long, pale hair into whatever dizzying pattern its owner requested, but you had plenty of practice, both from the task you were currently performing and the less patient stallions you used to care for on your family’s farm. You wondered if anyone took up to responsibility, now that you weren’t there to carry it out. You wondered if anyone even noticed you were gone. “It’s not difficult,” You mumbled, running your comb through a series of non-existent knots. “You could learn to do this yourself, if you wanted to. It’d be faster than coming to me.”

“I could, hypothetically, but I’m afraid we monsters don’t share your talents.” He paused, letting out a pleased hum as your blunt nails scraped idly against his scalp. “Hunting braids, perhaps, but nothing so…” He trailed off, rolling two fingers in a vague, arbitrary gesture. “Nothing so pointless. The Gods blessed us with many things, but alas, no one thought to add ‘creation’ to that list.”

Your response was delayed. You’d heard of their curse before, in tales of the suffering that was said to accompany any slight endeavor into turning one thing into another, but you’d never quite believed it. You supposed it was fitting, though. Durin didn’t seem like the kind of refined soul who would dwell in the sparsely decorated cave he called a home for any reason less than necessity. “I hardly think brushing your own hair would incur divine wrath.”

“If you can break one rule, you’re bound to break the rest. I wouldn’t be reduced to a pile of smoldering ash, but I doubt the consequences would be pleasant,” He explained, twisting to his side just enough to see you without disturbing the three tangled trails you were desperately trying to guide to an agreeable meeting point. “Are you trying to say you don’t enjoy my company, love?”

You didn’t answer him. With a particularly harsh tug to the strand you were holding, you forced him to wince, freeing you from his gaze with minimal effort. “And that’s why I’m here?” You asked, the words more a declaration of grudging recognition than a real question. “To braid your hair and tend to your every need, because you’re so tragically unable to?”

At that, he seemed to take offense, leaning back and into your lap, spoiling your progress as carelessly as he’d demanded it. You could see his face, like this, an expression of defined lines and pointed ears and traits that weren’t quite not uncanny. You might’ve said there was a hint of a collar bone beneath his loose tunic, but there could be no hints, not with Durin. He was the romantic interpretation of a man, something that got so close to being a perfect replica, but whose creator was too fond of embellishments to truly design something real. You could accept that you’d once thought of him as human, but you couldn’t forgive yourself for holding onto that belief for so long. Others in his entourage their otherness more obvious, decorating themselves with horns and hooves and whatever they liked, and while Durin was less apparent, he made no attempt to hide his wrongness. His grin, suddenly full of pointed, predatory teeth, was enough to prove that.

“You’re here because I want you to be.” He never looked away, never blinked, and abruptly, it occurred to you that he might not have to. “You’re here because I saw a young, vulnerable human wandering through my territory, following the calls of members of my court, and I decided to take pity on what should’ve been the main course of our next feast. And, because I’ve come to care for you despite your doubt, you will remain here. Allowing you to dote on me is just another privilege I’m kind enough to provide.”

It wasn’t the first time you’d had this conversation. It wasn’t the first time, and it wouldn’t be the last, and you knew that. As well as you knew the color of the sky and the time of day, you knew that. You knew it, and yet, you found yourself frowning, stiffening, gritting your teeth as you resisted the urge to shove him away. “If you were kind, you would let me go. You know I don’t want to be here.”

His smile wavered, then dropped. “I don’t think I like your tone.”

“I don’t think I like being a hostage.” You didn’t try to stop yourself, pushing him off of your lap and fleeing from your informal, ruined haven. You had to force yourself to breathe, to inahle and exhale and make yourself calm down, but even that did little to calm your temper, only making you feel more like a child attempting to express their discontent. “You trapped me here. You took me someplace I don’t wish to be, and now, I can’t leave. How is that kind? How are you guiltless--”

“(Y/n).”

It was a silent command. You could feel it, something vile forcing its way into your veins and solidifying, rendering you speechless and paralyzed as Durin shook his head, letting out a ragged sigh before he bothered to raise a hand, gesturing for you to come to him. You didn’t have a choice, your movements rigid and your thoughts barely your own, but your body was quick to obey him, to stumble its way to its captor and fall into his lap the moment he expressed his desire for you to do so. His control faded as his arms wrapped around you, but Durin didn’t act to reinstate it, only reaching behind him and pushing something small and solid into your palm.

The comb. Sleek and wooden and so, so awful. You were tempted to cry, if only in frustration.

But, you didn’t try to resist.

Instead, you choked down your complaints and began working where you left off, attempting to ignore the contented, toothy smile now pressing into your skin.

[narekashi]

OH HELL YEAH. I WAS PLANNING ON MAKING A SEQUEL TOO SNPSDOSOSLSDMSKBWI.

This will be split into a Red Army and a Black Army version. This will be the Red Army version! Hope you enjoy!

Guide to all the jealousy headcanons.

Neutral characters | Red Army | Black Army

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Lancelot Kingsley

• A possessive's man jealousy is a scary thing. With his position as King in mind, it gets even scarier.

• Talking to someone for too long is an absolute no-no. He doesn't care who it is really. As long as you're seeing someone else through your eyes, he'll pull you away immediately.

• You'll have to get permission from him just to talk to a stranger because he just doesn't trust that you won't leave his side if he doesn't keep a constant eye on you.

• If he's in a particularly foul mood, he won't be afraid to throw someone into prison for just staring at you or challenging them to a duel to the death for standing too close to you.

• He does all this because he's very insecure inside. He doesn't know what to do if you leave him and the mere thought scares him to no end so he rather take such action to make sure no one would take you away from him.

• You have to change him and reassure him you won't go anywhere or else he really will deprive you of your freedom.

• The process is slow and hard but once Lancelot knows he isn't making you happy, he'll try his best to change and be less extreme with his jealousy.

Jonah Clemence

• He will fight something as trivial as a lamp post that you accidentally walked into and no one can change my mind of this.

• Jonah's not the type to hold it in when it comes to strong feelings like jealousy. After all, you should only have eyes for him! Anything else that catches your attention gets him jealous in 0.000001 seconds.

• Will definitely not hesitate to interfere in the middle of any conversation you have with any other man, even his own brother. In fact, he's more wary of his own brother out of anything since he knows how great his brother is.

• If it's in private, he'll whine and act childish for your attention. Jonah can and will take whatever you were looking at or holding in your hands out of your sight and using his height as an advantage, hold the thing as high up as he can so you can't take it back. He'll then wait for the perfect opportunity to pounce on you.

• If he keeps silent, he'll keep silent for a long time and not speak to you until you give him all your attention. He has a pout on his face through out the time he's silent and drops hints about about "what you done wrong" and "how to make up".

• If after a long time (read: two days) you don't speak to him either, he'll start complaining to the Red Army officers about you and they all get fed up by the next day and ask you to make up with him the moment they see you.

Edgar Bright

• Edgar doesn't get jealous easily; at least, he's convinced he wouldn't. He finds jealousy something that should be easily fixed but that's not always the case.

• If it's you talking the red army officers, black army officers or really anyone you know, he would be fine with it as long as they are not making advances on you. He does like to act he may be jealous when you talk to the two of you know but it's all just an act.

• If you keep talking about something or someone to him, he sees it as you trying to pull him to be more interested in other things. However if you're talking about someone very highly, he may become a bit jealous but he doesn't express it and keeps it hidden.

• Trying to make him jealous intentionally doesn't work either since he can see you through no matter how much you try to hide it. However, he would say that he's "hurt" and ask with a smirk for you to soothe his heart after.

• The only thing he doesn't like and gets him jealous is you not being around him but you are talking with the other guys. It would take a long time but eventually he would become jealous with the fact you aren't around him and around other guys.

• When that happens, Edgar keeps his smile on when he sees you but pulls you aside to someone empty. He doesn't notice how angry he looks nor how he avoids your gaze every time you try to meet his. When you're alone, he'll shower you with love and later ask you out on a date on his next day off. If you ask why he's suddenly like this, he ponders on that fact as well before realizing he's jealous.

Kyle Ash

• "Hey cup, are you trying to flirt with my girlfriend? You wanna *hic* fight?" You can't convince me this didn't happen before

• He's kinda chill and doesn't get jealous almost at all actually. Kyle knows you won't leave him and you always coming to see him is his proof of that.

• He's more like to get jealous when he's drunk. When he is drunk and depending on how drunk he is, he will fight the cup or just push the cup away lightly and give you a protective hug. If it's neither of those, he'll start getting all pouty while his cheeks are rosy red.

• People you are around often may trigger his jealousy though, mainly Blanc and Oliver. Considering much he talks about you in front of Blanc and Oliver, he's afraid one of them will steal you away and when he's drunk, he'll tell those two about that and they'll have to reassure him they won't do that.

•  Another thing that could get him close to jealousy is when someone says he isn't right for you or he isn't good enough for you. It's kind of like a taboo topic to him since in his heart, he kind of believes that too. Even if trusts you 100%, it's his own doubts he can't escape from and it hurts more to hear it voiced out from someone else.

• Someone please help him.

Zero

• He doesn't get jealous over things. In fact, he doesn't really know what being jealous even means so this is a new thing to him.

• He doesn't understand why he feels slightly irritated at the fact someone is talking to you and you're smiling at them. He doesn't understand why he feels like something.  clouded his judgement when he sees you get approach by someone else when the two of you are on a date. He just doesn't get it.

• Due to him not knowing why, he may not make a move to do anything when he feels like this in case he scares you off. He doesn't want you to run away from him so he keeps it in.

• He may ask someone about why he is feeling like this. Most likely he'll go to Edgar and Edgar teasingly acts like a proud mum who's child has just grown up but will explain to him why he feels like that. He'll explain something along the lines of: "Zero is feeling jealous because someone is taking his love's attention away and he wants to have it all to himself."

• Zero will become very surprise knowing such a feeling even existed. He may ask someone else about this thing called "jealous" before finally asking you about why he feels like this and what he should do.

• He admits to you that he wants you all to himself and unexpectedly confesses how much he loves you without himself knowing, causing you to blush and him to blush later after he realized what he said.

• Pure boy please protect

[confusedinfj]

Infj VS Infp

I'm always disowning a lot of so-called infj features and saying they're actually mistyped infp and isfp features, so here's a summary for you. You can mainly tell an infj and an Infp apart by how they are when they're stressed or angry.

I am NOT saying infjs are perfect. They just have different faults than the ones commonly ascribed to them.

Infp

An example of an angry infp. Tom Hiddleston hearing misquotes of Shakespeare 😂

The Fi DOOR SLAM. Yes, you heard me: the Fi DOOR SLAM. This occurs when Fi takes offence and has to cut a person off or ruin its image of self. It looks like a silent tantrum, and it is not a noble thing, no matter how hard fake infjs try to make it sound.

Passive aggression. Wait, is the Infp angry at me, or are they just tired? No, I think that comment was a dig at me. I can't tell....

Silent tantrums. When your infp doesn't speak to you, and manages to cut you out and make you feel excluded while including you just enough that no one else notices. Mad skillz.

Weird thinking. Like the modern Sherlock. Weird positions, weird rituals - just a bit weird really.

Incomplete ideas. Infps are likely to change their mind five times in a debate. Inferior Te can't help it.

Certain about feelings. Fi users will say they don't know what they're feeling, but they can usually have a pretty good guess. They'll usually be able to work it out without too much help, and if they can't it will be evident in their behaviour. If your i*fp cries over spilt milk, it's okay. They probably feel better now.

Short term feelings. Similar to above. Fi users say things they don't mean when they're upset, because, in that moment, they do mean them. Fe users can really struggle with these 'shallow emotions', which are powerful but short lived. I used to think Fi users were lying about not meaning things they'd say while angry, but then I heard of mbti and I was like - oh. They're just not me. Let's just say Fi emotions are like oceans. Deep and intense, but they swimming all over them, so they kinda know what's going on.

Turbulent. Infps lead with feeling, and - particularly when they're younger - feelings can change. That's why infps are on a quest to find their inner selves. They want to understand how they really feel about things.

A need to be misunderstood. Yes, contrary to everything they indicate, infps don't want to be understood. They want you to understood that they're a mysterious soul - that's about it. Fi makes an Infp feel special, and if you crack their Fi code they will instantly feel worthless. (btw infps, it doesn't work that way. You're still special.).

Play the victim to tell you off for hurting them. Aw, poor little infp is upset because I didn't want to do exactly what she wanted. Poor little infp is brooding quietly in a corner. Awww. TOO BAD INFPS. Ignore and they might actually tell you what's wrong 😎 This is the Infp's second shadow function (critical parent) at play here - Ni. It lets them know most people will pity them if the use the victim act, because they feel bad. Critical parent Ni SHOWS YOU WHAT YOU'VE DONE TO THEM. And yes, intps do this too.

Zero Se. They're not even sure if Se is real. What is it? If an Infp is showing signs of Se you should probably take them home, give them a book and a hot drink, and just watch them like a baby. Se in infps is unnatural. They will become even more quickly overwhelmed by stimuli than an infj because of this. But they're more likely to be in touch with their body because of Si.

Snappy control freaks when stressed or down. If you have an inf* friend and you can't call the last letter, think about what they do when stressed or sad. Do they snap at you? Say things they don't mean later? Obsessively try to control your behaviour and their environment? That's inferior Te.

Liked in spite of everything. If you can't type someone and people say they love them in spite of everything, they're almost definitely an i*fp. After all, they're still cupcakes 🎂

Infj

The face of an angry infj... Pewdiepie talking defending how much money he earns 😂 look, it's all in the eyes tbh.

The Infj door ajar. When you make it clear to the infj that they're not wanted, so they go home and close their door. But if you come back and say sorry they open it ever so slightly so you can prove yourself before you come back in.

Sudden aggression. Yes, you heard me. SUDDEN AGGRESSION. Fi mistypes have made it seem like infjs are the most subtle, passive aggressive people ever. Well they're not. Infjs will try to resolve their issues before telling you, so the depth of their grievance may overwhelm you. You might not get it the first time they tell you. So they get frustrated and appear to suddenly get very angry. Am I saying this is a good thing? No, but IMHO it's better than not telling anyone what you're upset about. Anyway, infjs only yell at people they really care about, to finally get their point across, so bear that in mind. If an infj is yelling at you they are 2000% done.

Silent anger. Ever so slightly different from a silent tantrum, because... It's anger. Every one who has ever seen an infj in their rare angry state has reported it to be scary (it's rare because an INFJ'S default reaction is sad). If an infj is telling you what's wrong you can fix the problem. If an infj is silent, you probably can't fix that.

No perceivable thinking, until weird questions. This is why infjs can be mistyped as Ne users or Te users. Occasionally they will need to think through an idea aloud (weak Ti), and thanks to the Ni-Ti loop it's probably some weird stuff. Infjs are also perceived as arrogant and thoughtless thanks to Ni- Ti, since it means they've probably thought about most things already and can just ANSWER when you ask them.

Complete ideas. Most of the time when an infj shares a thought it will be complete, which is why infjs often win arguments. Their Ni-Ti hasn't just considered their position, it's also considered your position, and your position on their position.

What R feelingz? Not all F types are the same. Some are Fe users, and let me be clear: they don't have Fi. They don't know why they feel tense - they probably didn't even realise they did feel tense. If your infj displays any form of emotion it is much deeper than it probably appears. Infj crying over spilt milk? Something is very wrong. You have to make them talk about themselves in the third person so they can work it out, because you probably can't. (*applies to Enfjs too, and all Fe users*).

Deep feelings. No, I'm not saying Fi users don't have deep feelings. I'm saying if an infj is crying about one thing, that's probably just the surface. People often complain that infjs and Enfjs in particular are emotionally mean for not sharing the full depth of their feelings, but in reality they don't know it's there. *nfjs are just sailing on the ocean of their emotions, they don't know what's what. So if they do mention something to you, take it seriously and times it by about 1000% in your head for full impact. *nfjs don't say things they don't mean when they're angry, but they may say things they've been keeping to themselves in a way they later regret. So if an *nfj is saying horrible things to you about you, don't assume they don't mean them: they do. Just try and filter the anger out and pretend they said them nicely 😂 Note: saying things in a way they regret means they may imply things they didn't mean. *nfjs don't always hear the full implications of things until they're said aloud, so try to hear the gist of what they're saying rather than taking it literally. It's why *nfjs often accidentally say things that sound dirty. They just don't realise until Fe filters it through people's reactions. 😂

Assertive. Infjs aren't as mysterious as Fi mistypes have led you to believe. In fact, infjs often tell you exactly who they are and how they work, only to be disappointed that most people don't lead with Ni and aren't trying to construct a picture of how they work. So next time your infj is upset because you don't understand them, realise they probably explained it to you already.

A need to be understood. Infjs want you to understand them. They only kind of understand themselves, and they could use some help. Don't accuse an infj of deliberately being mysterious, cos it's not true. They legit don't have a clue, k?

Tell you off for hurting them by keeping you accountable. INFJ'S critical parent is Fi, so prepare to take a good look at yourself in the mirror. If an infj feels the need to tell you off for hurting them, it's going to be calm, it's going to be rational, and it's going to hurt. You will feel guilty, because Ni-Fe will tell you exactly why you did it and why it hurt the infj. For example, maybe you lied to an infj. An infj would tell you it hurt them and go on to say something like, 'why lie about it? You know what that tells me? That tells me you knew you were doing something wrong. Because otherwise you wouldn't have felt the need to keep it from me.' And suddenly you will feel worse than them, as the infj realises the problem is yours, not theirs.

Zero Si. I don't even really know what Si is, that's how much I have it. If your infj is exhibiting signs of Si they're in a crippling state of anxiety/depression where they're trying to micromanage their world in an attempt to survive. It won't work, make them party. Zero Si also means you should take your infj seriously if they say they're sick. Idk why, but infjs NEVER look sick. Even when they're dying, they never look sick. And because of zero Si Infjs don't often feel a sickness coming on. It just hits them, and they wallow in misery, trapped in the prison that is their body 😭

Reckless when stressed or a little down. If you're in doubt about your inf* friend, think about what they do when they're stressed or sad. Do they want to go out with you? Party with you? Just do anything but stay home? That's inferior Se.

Disliked for no reason. If you can't type someone and everyone dislikes them, but no one really knows why, they're an infj. After all, they're just so... Not normal🐔

Edit: here are some pictures that symbolise for me what an infp-infj relationship of any kind is like. This is an over-idealised relationship, because fake infjs (infps) often talk about being friends with the real infps, and it's really just infp-infp 😂

And here are two which way seem contradictory. The infj is on the right in both pictures 😋