#unfocused and disorganized and

[lighthouseshepard]

why does writing lately feel like a fugue state where trying to get words out is like dismantling the grand canyon one rock at a time

[winternimbus]

i don't often talk about transfem issues and transmisogyny by myself on this site (with the regards to me reblogging stuff from the girlies to essentially keep the rent low) because the real meat of what i discuss is usually reserved between my friends and i over on discord and my personal discord but considering the recent influx of shit getting slung at outspoken transfems, and other TMA people on this site--i'm making an exception to my clause because great googly moogly it got bad here, huh! i have anons off for a good reason but the aforementioned influx of things getting sent to outspoken transfems & TMA people here in regards to that pretentious ass "public service announcement diagnosing you with baeddelism" or whatever terminally online goobledygook that you can only find in insular as all high hell online spaces with a predominant TME population. putting aside the very clear underlined corrective r/pe statement in that message--the statement of viewing trans women as objects to be sexualized is very clear, and i don't think the statement that "most people don't view trans women as women, rather objects to be debated about, sexualized, or stomped underfoot entirely" needs to be repeated here. years of having to sit through that fucking debate about astolfo and ferris argyle really does one hell of a number to you when you're the one directly effected by that transmisogynistic stereotype--even if from what i'm aware, there has been a focused effort to reclaim those two characters the other clear issue is that the modern-day queer community was founded by black trans women. are you doing marsha p johnson any favors by going into the dms of trans women and basically going "hahaha no don't be vocal about issues that you firsthand face in the queer community have sex with me instead :)", especially in a time of unfettered and unchecked transmisogyny, and rampant anti-trans legislation that can and WILL personally effect you and people you know--if you don't make an organized, focused effort to stop it? that being said, the unspoken rule is that when a marginalized group of people are speaking about issues that they personally face--you don't stick your nose up and argue with them. you sit down and listen to them. because they know what they're talking about. apologies if this is long and a bit unfocused and/or disorganized. i'm understandably very miffed about all of this, and i needed to get my thoughts out on this all. something something trans men are the men of the trans community. something something saint-dionysus and nothorses and their consequences have been disastrous for the queer community as a whole

[blue-sky-blue]

∘•······•∘ʚNumbers and meaningɞ∘•········•∘

This is a follow up to the previous post, the next update will have the information on numbers 7, 8, 9, 11 and 22.

𐐪𐑂 Number 2

Key words: Relation, Cooperation

Balance energy: Addaptable, Friendly, Loyal, Trustworthy

Overbalance energy: Condescending, Over-sensitive, Unsopportive, Disparaging

Underbalance energy: Careless, Indifferent, Tactless, Rude

Vedic numerology: Symbolism of the moon, has the feminine attributes of the Sun, they are gently by nature, imaginative, inventive. They get along with number 1, 4 and 7.

Pythagoras: The number 2 is called Duad, is the dividing line between spirit and matter; represent the duality, diversity.

Kabbalah: is called Chochma, the father whose attribute is Wisdom, who come from the original Kether (Monad).

𐐪𐑂 Number 3

Key words: Expression, Joy of living

Balance energy: Chatty, Friendly, Kind, Self-expressive

Overbalance energy: Biased, Narcissistic, Prejudiced, Superficial

Underbalance energy: Bored, Envious, Moody, Unfriendly

Vedic numerology: Symbolism of Jupiter, they are ambitious, and love order and being an authotiry figure, they get alog with number 6,9.

Pythagoras: The number 3 is called Triad, is the first figure and represent God, and is the union of the Monad and Duad.

Kabbalah: Is called Binah, is the female energy from all life becomes manifest, is the first Three Sephiroth, is the Godhead, is creative, the supreme expresion of Love.

𐐪𐑂 Number 4

Key words: Limitation, Order, Service

Balance energy:Constant, Firm, Practical, Tireless

Overbalance energy: Dogmatic, Intolerant, Rigid, Unimaginative

Underbalance energy: Disorganized, Lazy, Unadaptable, Unfocused

Vedic numerology: Symbolism of Uranus, is considered related to the Sun (number 1) and in occultism is written as 4-1. They are good at taking differents views, they are rebels, they get along with numbers 1, 2, 7 and 8.

Pythagoras: Called Tetrad, represent the beginning of form, the generative power from which all combinations are derived, the root of everything that can be named., the "right and left" for when you are standing.

Kabbalah: Is the first Sephira, called Chesed or Mercy, ilustrate the Law "As above, So Below", is the beginning of manifestation.

𐐪𐑂 Number 5

Key words: Constructive, Freedom

Balance energy: Clever, Free-thinking, Independent, Up-to-date

Overbalance energy: Capricious, Impatient, Regretful, Unreliable

Underbalance energy: Apathetic, Fear of freedom, Old-fashioned, Passionless

Vedic numerology: Symbolism of Mercury, is a versatil people, they make friend easly, they are mentally high strung, they are quick in taking decisions and impulsive in their actions, they get along with all the numbers.

Pythagoras: Called Pentad, represent equilibrium, is the exact middle of 1 to 10, is the Demi-Goddess because is half 10, is the number of the Sage (14/5), is the number of nature, because above the four elements (fire, air, earth and water) is the fifth and celetial Element of Ether.

Kabbalah: Is the fifth Sephira, called Geburah or Severity, it means strength, Geburah is the distroyer (eliminates what is no longer useful).

𐐪𐑂 Number 6

Key words: Balance, Responsability, Love

Balance energy: Affectionate, Cordial, Healing, Romantic

Overbalance energy: Bitter, Dependent, Melancholy, Possessive

Underbalance energy: Dishonest, ill-nature, non-committal, Unloving

Vedic numerology: Symbolism Venus, they are magnetic, they are loved, they are very determined in carrying their plans, their are obstinade, they get along with number 3 and 9, but they can also get along with almost all of the number

Pythagoras: Called Hexad, "the perfection of parts" and "Venus, herself", was the source of Harmony (Venus is the mother of harmony).

Kabbalah: Called Tiphereth the six Sephira, which is beauty and mildness, it's located at the center of the tree of Life, and is where we first feel grat joy or sorrow.

[criticallyinneedofadar]

Alliance of Shadows (5)

A/N: I'm thinking this will end up being between 10-12 parts so we are only halfway through!!

Pairing: Adar x Reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: slight violence, no spice yet but I SWEAR it's coming- patience is a virtue lovelies.

Taglist: @zoya-olenko, @annatartastic

Previous- Next

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The path to Eregion stretches out before you, winding through dense forests and craggy hills. The air is crisp, the scent of damp earth and pine heavy in the air. Your horse's hooves clatter against the uneven stones as the path narrows, forcing the party closer together. Two of your apprentices, Revan and Ysha, ride slightly behind you, ever-watchful, their dark blue robes marking them as members of your inner circle.

Adar rides beside you in silence, his eyes sharp, scanning the wild landscape with a practiced gaze. His Uruks—silent, powerful figures draped in shadow—move with an eerie coordination around your group. Though they had been bred for war, there is an undeniable discipline to them, a loyalty you hadn't expected.

The tension between you and Adar had only grown since your duel, the memory of his hand around your throat, the burning fire in his eyes, lingering like smoke in the back of your mind. While you might have claimed victory then, it had opened something—a crack in the walls between you. That spark flared with every passing glance, every moment of silence.

Still, you focus on the task ahead. Eregion lay far to the west, and there are many dangers between you and your destination. The farther you travel from your hidden domain in the mountains, the more exposed you become. Wildmen, beasts, and worse roam these untamed lands.

Adar’s voice cuts through the stillness. “We are not alone.”

He didn’t need to say more. You feel the ripple of foreign minds brushing against the edges of your awareness—wild and unfocused, but dangerous. The apprentices sense it too, their postures stiffening, hands inching toward their staffs.

Then, from the shadows of the trees, they appear.

Wildmen, scraggly and desperate, with crude weapons raised high. They surge from the underbrush with guttural cries, their faces twisting with greed and hunger. Their disorganized charge is met with the thunderous roar of Adar’s Uruks, who spring into action with frightening precision. The clash of steel on steel fills the air as the two forces collide.

The first attacker comes at you, swinging a rusted axe in a wild arc. You extend your hand, drawing on the magic that hums just beneath your skin. His eyes widen in surprise as reality itself shifts around him—the air rippling, bending—and then his body stiffens. You’ve reached into his mind, twisting his will with the ease of a puppet master. The axe falls from his hand as he turns and, without hesitation, buries a dagger into his comrade’s side.

Beside you, Ysha’s magic flares in bursts of violet light, weaving illusions that send the wildmen stumbling, attacking phantoms that aren’t there. Revan, more brutal in his methods, unleashes waves of force that send enemies flying through the air, crashing into trees with bone-shattering impacts.

But the wildmen are relentless, their numbers greater than you had anticipated. More spill from the forest, overwhelming the Uruks with sheer volume. You feel the strain as you pull harder on your magic, manipulating the minds of those around you, sending them into confusion or turning them against one another.

Next to you, Adar fights like a storm incarnate, his blade slicing through flesh with deadly precision. He moves like a shadow, slipping through the chaos with terrifying grace. His Uruks follow his lead, cutting down the attackers with practiced efficiency. One of his lieutenants, Sherak, shouts orders in their guttural tongue, and they respond as one—unstoppable, ruthless.

Had you a moment to spare, you would be more than a little impressed. Still, the battle presses on. You feel the sharp sting of fatigue creeping into your limbs, the constant strain of bending reality and controlling minds weighing on you. From your peripheral you notice a rogue figure moving toward you—a wildman, silent and quick, slipping past the Uruks’ defensive line, eyes locked on you.

You turn too late.

The wildman lunges, a wickedly curved blade aimed directly for your heart. In a heartbeat, you raise your hand, ready to summon a defense, but exhaustion makes your magic falter. The world seems to slow as the blade comes closer—too close.

Then, a shadow slips between you and death.

Adar.

With a roar of fury, he slams into the wildman, knocking him aside with brutal force. His sword flashes, and the wildman crumples to the ground, lifeless. The space between you and Adar shrinks to nothing as he turns, his face inches from yours, his chest heaving from exertion. His hand lingers on the hilt of his sword, the other hand brushing against your arm as if to steady you.

For a heartbeat, the world falls away—the battle, the danger, all of it fading into the background as your eyes lock with his. His breath is warm against your skin, his gaze intense, burning. You can feel the weight of the moment—the pull between you, raw and undeniable. There is something primal in his gaze, something that mirrors your own desires.

His hand moves from your arm, up to your neck, his thumb brushing the line of your jaw. Your heart pounds, the air between you thick with the possibility of what could happen if you just leaned in, closing the distance. His lips hovered so close, the taste of the moment electric.

“My Lord!” Sherak’s voice slices through the tension, shattering the fragile spell. “We need to move. Now.”

Adar’s expression shifts, frustration flashing briefly in his eyes before he steps back, the connection between you severed. You swallow the rush of disappointment, steadying yourself as you turn to face Sherak. The Uruk is covered in blood, his eyes sharp with urgency.

“There are more coming,” he growls. “We must move quickly.”

Adar’s jaw tightens, but he nods. “Fall back,” he commands, his voice steady once more.

You are regrouped quickly, with Revan and Ysha taking up the rear as you press on. The battle has slowed your progress, and now the urgency to reach Eregion weighs heavier on your shoulders.

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You ride hard for the next several days, the adrenaline of the battle slowly ebbing away, replaced by exhaustion. You glance at Adar, who has resumed his silent vigil at the front of the party. His presence is steady, his leadership undeniable, but there is something else—a tenderness beneath the stoic exterior that you hadn’t noticed before.

One of the Uruks, a scarred creature with a sharp intelligence in his eyes, rides beside you. His name is Ghor. He speaks in a low voice, careful not to draw too much attention.

"You fight well," Ghor grunts, his voice respectful. "But our Lord Father... he saved you."

You raise an eyebrow. “And?”

“He does not save lightly,” Ghor continues, his gaze flicking to Adar. “He calls us his children, and he means it. He fights for us, protects us. But I’ve seen the way he looks at you. He would fight for you too- if you asked it of him.”

The words send a ripple of realization through you. You glance at Adar again, seeing him in a new light. He is not just a leader of his people, but something far more complex. His devotion to his Uruks is fierce, paternal, and their loyalty in return seems unshakeable.

As the final stretch of your journey comes to an end, the dense forest gives way to an open plain where Adar’s legion of Uruks have made camp. The setting sun bathes the rugged terrain in a deep crimson glow, though you notice most of the Uruk stick to the shadows where they can, pulling up hoods when they must step into the fading sunlight. It is a stark, harsh place—little more than a collection of crude tents and hastily dug fire pits scattered across the rocky ground.

The air is thick with the smell of sweat, blood, and earth. It is a people that have known no peace, no luxury—only survival.

Your horse slows as you approach the camp, and your eyes sweep across the scene before you. Uruks move about in near silence, a few sharpening weapons, others tending to their injuries. Their faces are hard, lined with the scars of countless battles. Their armor is mismatched and battered, but there is a determined resilience in their movements, a kind of discipline borne from years of hardship.

You catch sight of the tattered furs they wear to protect themselves from the sun, the meager rations they share—little more than scraps of dried meat and stale bread. Even the water they drink is drawn from muddy streams, unfit for any other race to consume. Yet they endured.

Your gaze lingers on the ragged tents they sleep in, barely enough to keep out the cold of the night. And though their eyes are sharp and their bodies strong, you can see the toll their endless war has taken. The Uruks have known no home, no place of peace. Only this. Only the battlefield.

"They’ve lived like this for years?" you ask, the question slipping from your lips before you can stop yourself.

Adar, riding beside you, gives a small nod. His expression is unreadable, but you sense a deep, quiet sorrow beneath the surface.

“They have had no home," he replies, his voice low, steady. "The one they gained they may lose just as quickly."

You pause as you take in the weight of his words. These Uruks—his children—had been cast out, much like you and your people. They have lived in the shadows, in exile, scraping by with nothing but each other and their will to survive.

Your heart aches as you watch a young Uruk, barely old enough to fight, crouch by a fire, his eyes hollow and tired. The living conditions are brutal, a testament to their resilience, but it is clear they can not continue like this forever.

"They deserve more than this," you say softly, almost to yourself.

Adar’s gaze flicks to you, his eyes dark and intense in the fading light. “That is why I fight,” he says, his voice carrying a deep, unspoken promise. “To give them the home they deserve.”

There is something in his tone—something raw and true—that stirs something deep within you. You have always believed in protecting your own people, and have kept them safe in the hidden sanctuary of your mountain. But now, as you look out over the Uruks, you see a reflection of your own past, your own people’s struggle.

They have been denied safety, denied peace. And in Adar’s eyes, you see a fierce determination to change that.

"I will ride with you," you say, your voice firm with newfound conviction. "Not just for my people’s sake, and our allegiance, but for your children as well."

Adar’s gaze holds yours for a long moment, something unspoken passing between you. Respect. Understanding. And something more. He gives a slight nod, the corner of his mouth lifting in the faintest hint of a smile.

“Good,” he murmurs. “For they will need someone as powerful as you by their side.”

As the moment lingers, a slow awareness of your shared purpose settles between you. You had both fought your own wars, built your own defenses, and now—perhaps for the first time—you were aligning your strength with another.

The night was creeping closer, and the urgency of your mission pressed in. In a few days time, you would leave this camp behind, and the true battle would begin. But tonight, as you stand at the edge of the Uruks’ camp, you make a silent vow to fight for more than just power. You would fight for something far greater.

And you know Adar will be at your side.

[flower-boi16]

I think what's actually alarming about Helluva Boss and Vivziepop is that the shower suffers from heavy creator-fan enmeshment, and the writers/Vivziepop don't see themselves as the problem for it. It's like they see themselves as the victims, too, while encouraging their fandom's toxic mindset and behaviors.

The writers/Vivziepop are not only too entangled with their fans, but they're THINKING like fan artists/fanfic writers instead of actually making a show. There's a difference between writers of a show and fanfic writing. When you take up the mantel to create a show you have to carry yourself in a way and write your show with a point otherwise you end up with shows like Helluva Boss/Hazbin Hotel, Miraculous Lady Bug, SVFOE, SPOP, and other shows that fall into that category. Some of them focus more on the shipping than the point of their show to begin with.

What makes a good show is having that distinction or maintaining that professionalism. Creators of shows should NEVER let themselves sink into the cesspool of their Fandoms because they should be focused on their story/message instead of all this shipping/woobing bullshit.

TLDR: Helluva Boss never had potential with VivziePop holding the reigns to begin with. It's too disorganized and unfocused, and with the Fan Enmeshment, it was never going to grow or expand from its fanfic-y feeling. If the creator of the show never grew up, we should never expect the show to grow, too.

Though it is a shame since it could have been charming, had someone more professional taken the show.

Viv definitely was never cut out to handle a big project like this. I’ve said this many times before, but ya, Viv writes like a fanfic writer; everything with how messy the structuring of how her shows is and how poorly they are planned makes me think this.

It reminds me of when I tried to make my first fanfic and just went in without a plan with how to structure it which led to me just abandoning it early on. Viv writes like that.

She didn't listen to criticism of her Zoophobia comic and she still isn’t listing here. She shifted the focus of HB away from the premise to shipping nonsense and now we have this weird mess of a show that doesn’t even know what it wants to be anymore.

Season 2 seems to prioritize relationship drama over the actual premise which caused the show’s downfall. Hazbin feels a bit less fan-ficy but it’s still very messy.

Viv just crams too much shit into too little time which results in the pacing being awful. She paces her shows like a fan fic writer. It feels like she only came In with a small understanding of how show running works and jumped right into the industry because she was excited to show off her gizzalion OCs she had since high school.

Everything about HH/HB feels amateur. I really think that before you get into storytelling you need to actually study how to create good stories, like there are YouTube videos out there you could watch for free that give a run down of what is good or bad writing.

You don’t need to spend 20+ in school to be a good writer but you need to have a basic understanding of how to even write your ideas before you start making stories…which Viv clearly does not.

HB Season 2 in general doesn’t feel like a natural continuation of the first season. It feels like a fan-fic written by a fan after season 1 ended posted on wattpad that the show runners decided to animate and voice into a full season.

Viv should have learned how to run a show before jumping into something as ambitious as this, but she didn’t, and look at what we got.

[forthegothicheroine]

"The Worst Pies in London" illustrates as well as any song in this book the second principle of my mantra: Content Dictates Form. Mrs. Lovett is not only a chatterbox, she is a glitteringly disorganized one. She switches moods mid-thought and thought mid-subject. She is cheery one moment, complaining the next, and can instantaneously alternate her attention between pie and customer. Her garrulousness causes her to seem irritating but harmless, which makes the eventual revelation of her villainy, for she is indeed the true villain of the piece, more surprising...The way to handle this was to compose the first half of the song as a seemingly incoherent monologue and then to repeat it with variations, the only line heard more than once being "The worst pies in London." When the audience hears that phrase the second time, the apparent formlessness of the song drops away and they feel at home. Finally, not rhyming the last word leaves Mrs. Lovett the unfocused character she seems to be.

Stephen Sondheim, Finishing the Hat

[svt-rosalie]

97 🪱. ⠀ | _WORLD⠀٫⠀SEVENTEEN

?!⠀ ִ ⠀꒪ 드렘 ㅤׂ ⠀ 🧸 ﹨

🧸 : 세븐틴 𝄒 ﹙ 𝓡. ﹚

⌕ ‣     BASIC INFO ׁ⠀ ࣭ ⠀⠀⊹

˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ BIRTH NAME — park jihye

˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ HANGUL — 박지혜

˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ ENGLISH NAME — rosalie dumont

˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ NAME MEANING — from a sino-korean compound meaning "wisdom", formed of the hanja characters 智 (ji) meaning "wisdom, intellect" and 慧 (hye) meaning "bright, intelligent".

˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ NICKNAMES — cozette ❪ by mother ❫, j ❪ by seventeen ❫, rosebud ❪ by carats ❫, roro ❪ by sister ❫, little nabi ❪ by father ❫

˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ BIRTHDATE — may 3, 2000

˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ AGE — 23 ❪ int. ❫ 24 ❪ kor. ❫

˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ ZODIAC SIGN — taurus

˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ BIRTHPLACE — paris, france

˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ HOMETOWN — paris, france

˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ NATIONALITY — korean-french

˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ ETHNICITY — korean-french

˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ LANGUAGES —

៹٠ french : 100%

៹٠ korean : 100%

៹٠ english : 85%

˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ HEIGHT — 175 cm ❪ 5’9 in ❫

˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ WEIGHT — 55 kg ❪ 121 lbs ❫

˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ BLOOD TYPE — O-

˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ HAIR COLOR — black ❪ naturally ❫, blonde w/ colored streaks ❪ currently ❫

˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ EYE COLOR — brown

˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ CLAIMS —

៹٠ face : unknown ❪ unknown ❫

៹٠ vocal : yooa ❪ oh my girl ❫

៹٠ rap : karina ❪ aespa ❫

៹٠ dance : jurin ❪ xg ❫

˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ GENDER — female

˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ PRONOUNS — she/her

˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ SEXUAL ORIENTATION — pansexual

˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ RELATIONSHIP STATUS — unknown ❪ est. unknown ❫

🪱 : 세븐틴 𝄒 ﹙ 𝓡. ﹚

⌕ ‣     CAREER ׁ⠀ ࣭ ⠀⠀⊹

˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ STAGE NAME — rosalie

˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ HANGUL — 로잘리

˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ COMPANY — pledis entertainment ❪ 2013 - present ❫

˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ TRAINEE PERIOD — 2 years ❪ 2013 - 2015 ❫

˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ DEBUT AGE — 15 years old

˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ GROUP — seventeen

˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ SUBUNIT — vocal

˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ POSITION — main vocal, lead dancer, visual

˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ REPRESENTATIVE EMOJI — 🌹 / 🥖

˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ INDIVIDUAL FANDOM — unknown

˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ RANKING —

៹٠ vocal : 9 / 10

៹٠ rap : 3 / 10

៹٠ dance : 8 / 10

៹٠ visual ❪ korean standard ❫ : 8 / 10

៹٠ stage presence : 9 / 10

៹٠ acting : 7 / 10

៹٠ producing : 3 / 10

៹٠ songwriting : 8 / 10

៹٠ choreography : 8 / 10

៹٠ leadership : 7 / 10

៹٠ public speaking : 7 / 10

🧸 : 세븐틴 𝄒 ﹙ 𝓡. ﹚

⌕ ‣     PERSONAL ׁ⠀ ࣭ ⠀⠀⊹

˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ MBTI TYPE — campaigners ❪ ENFP ❫

˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ DESCRIPTION — campaigners are true free spirits – outgoing, openhearted, and open-minded. with their lively, upbeat approach to life, they stand out in any crowd. but even though they can be the life of the party, campaigners don’t just care about having a good time. these personality types run deep – as does their longing for meaningful, emotional connections with other people.

˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ STRENGTHS —

៹٠ curious

៹٠ perceptive

៹٠ enthusiastic

៹٠ excellent communicators

៹٠ festive

៹٠ good natured

˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ WEAKNESS —

៹٠ people pleasing

៹٠ unfocused

៹٠ disorganized

៹٠ overly accommodating

៹٠ overly optimistic

៹٠ restless

˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ FAMILY —

⌕ ‣     AURORE DUMONT ׁ⠀ ࣭ ⊹ ❪ MOTHER ❫

—— birthdate : march 15, 1974

—— age : 49

—— birthplace : paris, france

—— ethnicity : french

—— occupation : bakery owner

—— status : alive

⌕ ‣     PARK HYEONJU ׁ⠀ ࣭ ⊹ ❪ FATHER ❫

—— birthdate : october 18, 1971

—— age : 52

—— birthplace : daegu, south korea

—— ethnicity : korean

—— occupation : pilot

—— status : alive

⌕ ‣     PARK JIYEONG ׁ⠀ ࣭ ⊹ ❪ SISTER ❫

—— english name : valentine dumont

—— birthdate : february 14, 2010

—— age : 13

—— birthplace : paris, france

—— ethnicity : korean-french

—— occupation : student

—— status : dead

🪱 : 세븐틴 𝄒 ﹙ 𝓡. ﹚

⌕ ‣     TRIVIA ׁ⠀ ࣭ ⠀⠀⊹

˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ HABITS — pouting when she’s unfocused, stuff’s her mouth too full when eating ❪ makes her look like a chipmunk ❫, making random sound effect when doing something, always humming, gets clingy when sleepy

˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ PHOBIAS — acrophobia ❪ fear of heights ❫

˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ MEDICAL CONDITIONS — broken left hip, chronic back pain

˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ ALLERGIES — sea food, coconut

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[cannibal-nightmares]

Seven

"Sounds like you were having a day. That's what my mom used to call it when she got her wires crossed."

Spirit hosts his home for a weekly weekend dinner between just he and Stein.

Wrote this to process some things over a couple of months, and, much to my surprise, it helped a lot. I didn't originally intend for it to see the light of day, but I ended up enjoying the ending. please dont whack me lol aaaaa

Soul Eater - Stein x Spirit (ship is up to interpretation, SFW) // OOC Stein, domestic fluff, caregiver-esque Spirit but not really, non-verbal stein, agereg!stein?, hurt/comfort, this piece goes nowhere Word count - 2,018 -- [AO3 link]

Sometimes he got like this, uncharacteristically unresponsive, even when it was in his character to be unresponsive. There was a heaviness to his slow breath and a glaze in his eye that left more to be remarked, unfocused on settling dust particles in a dimming sunbeam.

That afternoon, he was slow to pack up his things from the infirmary and the lecture hall. Spirit had waited outside on the massive steps, as he so often did, noting how much time had passed with the slight inclination for a second cigarette, the first one lit after he realized the misstep in timing as it was.

A hup, standing up and turning to step back inside to check on his meister, and, finally, the professor met the evening sun with a distant gaze.

"What took you so long?" Albarn jested.

Stein almost didn't answer. "'Just lost track of time. You could have gone home without me, you know."

Spirit chuffed, but his light-hearted expression tugged to shift as Stein's tone painted the air.

"Nonsense, silly. When else would I get to yammer to you about work?"

Franken exhaled shortly with a forced polite twinge to his brow and waved them both along down the stairs. It was fast-obvious each and every step felt like a free-fall.

They carried on in silence.

The two took turns hosting their homes on Friday nights for shared dinners, recuperation, and wherever else the evenings would take them. Over the year they had been doing this, they found their belongings spread out between each other’s apartments: It was disorganized, but Stein was good at keeping track of things like insects in a web by snippets of pictures and content within his memory.

“Hey, Stein?”

“Hm?”

“I think it’s your turn this week.”

The professor looked up from his thoughts, realizing he took them paces in the other direction towards Spirit’s place.

“Oh, I guess that’s right.” He took pause, unsure of how to apply grace in correcting the mistake, attempting to casually redirect their path when Spirit brushed his sleeve.

“Franken,” he caught his gaze, eye contact visibly shattering his meister’s focus, searching for a more tangible tell. “Let me cook tonight.”

Something somewhere in Stein wanted to argue for the sake of consistent routine, but something else was at the forefront of his decision-making. A beat, and he nodded with an unchanged expression but a softness like that of gratitude in his eyes. He very clearly wanted to express something more verbal, though too long of a pause discredited him from an intended gesture; he closed his gape and readjusted his glasses, thereafter rubbing tired knuckles to his temple, soothing something lost.

“Hey, are you okay?” Spirit had his heels off the ground to tilt his head to his partner, a firm hand to Stein’s bicep; Albarn knew how delicate touches often did more harm than good for grounding techniques.

Acknowledgment flickered in Franken’s reflection, and he was able to re-track, rubbing the back of his neck now and meeting his weapon’s face before quickly splitting away.

“Yeah, I think I’m just… Having a day.”

Spirit squeezed his shoulder. “We don’t have to do dinner if you’re not feeling up to it—”

“No, it’s fine.” Stein cut him off insistently. “I want to.”

The whole truth of the matter was he felt safe with Spirit. He imagined he’d probably sit at his desk or go to bed if he had gone home, but a force within him did not want to be left alone. He wanted Spirit’s company as though his life depended on it.

The death scythe smiled gently. “Off we go, then.”

Paces to the east side of town painted approaching walls in golden-orange sun. The quiet neighborhood looked like a dollhouse come to life at this part of the evening, the streets about to brim with dinner plans and weekend celebrations. In their delay, they had just missed the usual ebb of rush by the time school got out. A silent cyclist passed by.

“Stein…” Spirit was hesitant to cut through the quiet. “I know you don’t like me asking, but…” He brought both of his flat and open hands out in front of himself, paralleling each other, starting apart wide and ending nearer together in the middle of his abdomen, a furrowing questioning stark to his countenance.

There was a sharp shard of annoyance in Stein’s quiet sigh that resulted, but a reasoned defensiveness in his eyes shone years worth of experience he desperately wanted to rewrite.

“You don’t have to answer. You know I only ask because I want to care for you. And I know it needs some practice from both of us.”

Stein half-glanced over to his side, and then back to Spirit. He waved his hand for his focus then nodded his fist at the wrist.

Albarn chuffed but then corrected himself. Do you know why?

The professor wanted to sigh again. Do you know why?

Spirit was only half-confident in the response. Too, he wasn’t sure what would be stepping on his partner’s toes.

I think so.

Winter has… Stein exhibited an uncertainty in his hands, signing the gesture for MIXED, then corrected himself to CONFUSION. He shook it out. “Dissonance.” His voice trailed by the third syllable, already having started small.

Spirit rubbed his meister’s back. I know.

"I'm going to lie down for a while… If you don’t mind.”

The death scythe helped the coat off his partner’s shoulders at the doorway, his limbs heavy and tired.

“Not at all. Should I start dinner and wake you when it’s done?”

He knew he wasn't going to be able to taste anything, and that eating might end up being a chore to the point of nausea, but Spirit knew--they both knew--that a meal and some rest was definitely going to help him think straight. It was obvious Stein thought to deny it, but eventually managed a lost nod.

Spirit exhaled in resolution, taking a moment to squeeze his hand.

“When did you last eat?”

Stein opened his mouth to begin speaking, but nothing came out. He blinked away a tightness in his chest and touched his thumb first to the side of his chin, then his ear.

Yesterday.

Typical he'd skip breakfast. Spirit nodded.

“Is there anything you’d prefer?” He had to admit to himself he knew the questions were making his guest tired.

The professor paused, then slipped his hand from Albarn’s grip to click at his screw, eye contact gone distant beyond them both. Spirit half-mindlessly petted the back of his knuckles to Stein’s forearm to return gentle focus. From nothing, he was clearly becoming overstimulated.

No worries. “I’ll figure something out for us, dear.”

Stein forced a readjustment to meet the side of Spirit’s neck. “Thank you, Spirit.” He flickered sincere eye contact from emerald to aquamarine, held the moment for just a beat, then slunk off to the hallway, too fuzzy and scrambled to worry if the message was received.

Spirit was no stranger to these spells, twicefold: One in seeing Stein in these states before, and another in his own first-hand experience. Well, Spirit corrected his own thoughts, he didn’t exactly understand the non-verbality and shrinking ego from a first-person perspective, but that pit of unprecedented and unanticipated emptiness was certainly no stranger. They had profound moments together that led each of them towards new coping mechanisms, unexpected craftiness in both defense and in aid like that of brugmansia bloom. Sometimes the weekend meals were bargaining, reminders to themselves that they both were human through the reflection of the other.

He knew exactly what to make for dinner.

Spirit tapped the guest bedroom door with soft knuckles, and gently peeled it away from the frame. As his eyes adjusted to the dim, he realized no one was in the neatly made bed.

“Stein?”

He stepped back out to the hall and nudged his own bedroom door that was slightly ajar, eyeing blankets mussed but still no professor to be found. The room took moonglow and the air tasted sweet with chilliness, inviting Albarn to push the door further to see the parallel sliding glass cracked open. On the balcony, his meister sat criss-cross, looking out through the wrought iron railing down to the street.

“Hey,” he made his presence known before stepping out to the cement, an immediate shiver overtaking him. He sat comfortably next to him and followed his trajectory. “What are you looking at, Franken?”

Stein had his arms folded in on themselves awkwardly, but pried one from the knot to out point to the sidewalk of the bistro adjacently below. He made loose hands that seemed to grab at themselves in the center of his body, but Spirit wasn’t able to follow.

“I’m… Sorry, Stein, I don’t know that word.” Albarn said aloud while signing along.

The professor refocused on his partner with a tiny curious twinge to his brow and gestured movements with his hands that looked similar to the last. A pause, and he clarified.

“Stories.”

He looked back out to the street and Spirit followed the trajectory. Gesturing to a man in a blue suit chatting to a woman on the curb, Stein nodded upward.

“What do you think he does?” His voice remained ever-quiet. He then signed the word for “WORK?”

“By the looks of it, maybe… A business man. He has a briefcase.”

Stein shook out his hand to hold a misplaced sigh, but consoled the impulsion by meeting his bolt. He didn’t crank it, though, fingers left in temptation. He unfolded his legs to bring knees to his chest, his raised elbow to rest propped up against them, the other arm squeezing his legs tight.

“I think he’s living a double-life. Maybe that’s his wife, maybe it’s not. Maybe he is a businessman—probably a paper-pusher--but he does something else on the side that she doesn’t know about. They’ve planned a date, but, last second, it has crossed the plans of his second employer. He has to figure out how to cut the dinner early before she realizes that’s not his normal weekday briefcase.”

Spirit went speechless and searched Stein in a received child-like wonder, the game falling into place.

“Oh, look, he did it!” Albarn chimed as the two characters parted ways from each other. Stein grinned, but felt inclined to hide it.

“What about her?” Spirit pointed to a woman at a table on the sidewalk with a relaxed hand to her jaw, looking out to the road in absent thought.

“What about her?” Stein passed the baton.

“She’s…” He hesitated, thinking. “She’s a usual at this cafe. She has the menu memorized like the back of her hand, but pretends she doesn’t think it leaves more to be desired. She fantasizes of having a restaurant of her own where everything is cat-themed and… And involves calamari somehow...”

Stein glanced to Spirit and once he finally caught a returned look, he laughed a single amused chuff, their expressions matching pink in the dark. They both shivered.

“What do you think they think we do?”

“I guess that depends how much you’re out on this balcony.”

Almost as if on cue, they made eye contact with the lady at the table who happened to look up at them.

They waved.

Dinner is ready.

Stein freed his hands from their anchors. What did you make?

Spirit’s smile was warm. Breakfast.

Something of surprise lit up in the meister’s eyes.

Do you want to eat out here or inside?

Franken wasn’t sure what to do with his hands until he decided on tugging to Spirit’s sleeve, then taking his left hand in both of his own, bringing folded knuckles to his temple, shielding his eyes momentarily with a sweet grin. Albarn confessed the regression was in a way alarming, but he felt the genuine comfort start to radiate off of Stein in their shared company. He let his hand out of his meister’s grasp to sweep through his hair and pull him into a hug.

“Let’s go inside.”

[lyretheinstrument]

Finished batch one of tfe season 2 and honestlyyyyyyyhhh..,.

(first batch review and opinions)

(cut to avoid spoilers)

it's rough compared to the first season. I genuinely believe it's not the creators fault and they probably got mega rushed and a ton of budget cuts.

This season was definitely more Terran focused and I don't minddd that?? because it is their show. but I do wish legacy characters got a bit of spotlight. I know prowls coming in batch two so I hope he gets a fair share of screentime. again, I know it’s supposed to focus on the Terrans but I feel that if your gonna include the cybertronians can you try to use them a little more ? otherwise don’t have them at all yk /lighthearted

but personal grievances aside for a moment the writing was ROUGH. I know it's a kids show but almost all the episodes felt weirdly paced, awkward, and babyish?? and the animation downgrade doesn't make it any better.

honestly a lot of it was just really distracting and I couldn't really focus on the story. Also the story itself felt kinda, unfocused? idk maybe that's a personal thing as well. I found it kinda hard to get invested. The Terrans I only really like are twitch thrash and nightshade. jawbreaker is fucking insufferable. I’m sorry.

I noticed a lot of the issues in the episodes could have been easily solved. That is NOTT something u want an audience to feel.. a simple communication or action could have easily prevented an issue in an episode. :/

personal grievances back infront IM SO MAD BEE GOT LIKE ZERO SCREENTIME

Optimus episode was cute tho I like it when characters shit on jawbreaker

I don't mind the cons being villains but if you’re gonna have them as villains can you give them more personality and screentime. also a lot of the decepticons felt bland or out of character.

A fun and interesting plot line we could have had (at least in my opinion) is decepticon infighting. It felt bizarre to me that soundwave and shockwave just fell in line when starscream assumed leadership. IDK!! I feel like the three would be arguing over who would be leader?? Correct me if I’m wrong on this I might he looking at this all wrong. </3

honestly I had like zero interest in spitfire and aftermath but at LEAST aftermath had a new design (GLARES AT SHAMELESS TWITCH RECOLOR).

like I’m not even upset that twitch and spitfire have the same/similar alt modes because it works w them being literal parallels of eachother. I’m just mad it’s just a straight up (lowk ugly) recolor. it just doesn’t work for me personally. Especially bc a good redesign could immediately fix a lot of my issues with it. like make her sharper or give her different patterns and adjust the color placement SOMETHING BRO.

that concludes my disorganized ramble for now. I’m excited to see everyone’s thoughts on the first batch of season two and I remain optimistic for the second half :3

side note:

I LOVE YOU BUMBLEBEE I LOVE U SO MUCH AND ALSO IM SOOO HAPPY RAVAGE GOT CONFIRMED AS FEMALE ILY GIRL CAT RAVAGE

[despazito]

like i have such conflicting feelings about the pathologizing of mental illness nowadays and the culture it creates. i think the need to have ones dx, at least in my case, was driven by a fundamental urge for validation that what i’m feeling isn't just a phase or something that will sort itself out. i think women especially have had our pain and struggles so minimized, i had lows wishing i just had a broken leg so others could at least see my pain. i clung to my dx and feet like waving it to the world shouting its not just in my head!! i’m not just lazy!!

in some ways getting the dx is like getting a pedigree for your fucked up brain. like this isnt some backyard bred tiktok adhd, this is PUREBRED adhd with the papers to prove it!!! all these women like myself who were looking for a voice and affirmation through dx to prove they “aren’t just one of those girls who’s too sensitive and googled their symptoms”, but now that’s also created its own trope of “overdiagnosed girl in her 20s” and there’s a whole new stereotype to mock and invalidate. there’s just no winning, it really feels like our pain will never get taken seriously by society to matter which route we take to get heard we are dismissed.

but of course these slips of paper become vital if you need any assistance or accommodations, so they are incredibly beneficial to have.

my issue is the more i reflect, the more i do feel like many emotional disturbances or brain funkiness ESPECIALLY depression and anxiety are the result of, or at least become more aggravated, by unluckiness in your childhood relationships and the narrative we created about it. turns out you don’t need to be textbook abused to have adverse experiences, and a failure to have a healthy secure relationship to your primary caregiver fucks with you for life but nobody wants to talk about that. i do think we live in a society here in canada where parental rights to parent how their want is overstepping on the child’s right to have the healthiest possible environment to be raised in. i had spent years reading about the lifelong effects of parental deprivation or bad socialization in dogs and parrots before reading about it in humans, and i think we forget how much humans are also animals.

but the thing is you can work on relationships, you can begin to process trauma. when i tell myself “i’m a person with anxiety” it feels really loaded with a sense of finality that i will always live this way.. the more i use that language the more futile it feels about ever improving, when so often depression and anxiety are the result of deeper unresolved issues. I see so many people with phobias or fears resign to living painful lives than trying to work on any exposure or processing their fears. i’d still be miserable if i never worked through my intense fears of intimacy, i was perfectly resigned to a life of being alone and thought i was content with that.

turns out growing up with trauma can cause the same unfocused and disorganized presentation as clinical adhd.i’ll admit i didn’t like learning that one, as adhd already has so many deniers my kneejerk response was anger at my adhd being invalidated. but i think a lot of adhd people fall somewhere in between that venn diagram, and rejecting a traumagenic theory for some people’s symptoms means they will be prescribed the wrong treatment plan. and this is why all treatment plans put emphasis on talk therapy just as much as pharmacological intervention.

obviously some things aren’t the result of your childhood! your mom yelling at you doesn’t cause autism, but chances are if you’re autistic and had cruddy support you’ll face more adversities and mental health struggles than a good supportive environment. similarly, you could’ve grown up with all the love and support to thrive but one day your thyroid decides it’s time to make you feel like roadkill.

idk, what i’m trying to say is don���t corner yourself or resign from living life because of your mental health dx or think that you’ll never get better because you “have” this, chances are there’s always room to feel better. the most hurtful thing is our inner voice if it’s internalized negative language, and there’s exercises you can practice to drill more positive or at least neutral nonjudgemental language into your inner critic. because even if you have something that will never be cured, the way we talk to ourselves about it is a variable we have some power over.

the narrative part experiencing trauma is uniquely human. some people will experience horrible things and internalize the negativity or self blame, but resilient people have better prognosis because they have ability to frame things in a narrative that don’t assign self blame, and critiques the behaviour instead of the self. because so many complications and struggles arise out of kicking ourselves when we’re down. but the thing is this usually can’t happen on its own, we need to see this modeled by the people around us. but thankfully if we missed the boat, we CAN retrain that voice

anyway that’s my musings from my perspective. for anyone curious here’s a lecture that really resonated with me, its got some hard hitting truths i didn’t want to hear but sometimes you gotta hear things that make you uncomfortable

[dasha-through-the-snow]

A big rant about the Russian opposition

Well, you said you wanted it, so here it is.

Be warned: this will be long, rambly and unfocused. But I will try to split it into several parts.

Where it all began. The 90s.

Following the collapse of the USSR, Russian opposition was left in a weird state. Big Soviet-era opposition figures like Yeltsin now held all the power, yet, at the same time, the government was full of ex-Soviet party members. See, ol' Boris didn't want to do a lustration. I don't have his exact motivations, but, if I was put at a gunpoint and forced to guess, it was because Russia, even without all the states that left was a BIGHUGE country and needed people who knew how it all worked. And all of them happened to be party apparatchicks.

Yeltsin also left the KGB eseentially untouched. This is not well-known, but KGB were actually supportive of the fall of the USSR. Now, late-Gorby KGB is not the same as KGB during Stalin or even Khruschev. They were de-fanged and forced under too much supervision. Which they didn't like. So they were allowed to change their name, had some reshuffling and re-emerged as FSB. Ostensibly, just there to fight crime and protect the state, no disappearing people allowed anymore.

This is important to understand as we go forward.

90s were, overall, a time of terrible, terrible poverty and unimaginably, unprecedented freedom in Russia. If you knew what to do and was willing to do it, you could become a millionaire overnight. If you didn't have a particuarly marketable set of skills or was just unwilling to adapt, you'd be on the brink of starvation. And that's me not even touching the organized and disorganized crime which was absolutely rampant.

Then there was the privatization. Essentially, Yegor Gaidar, the prime minister during Yeltsin's first term decided that the best course of action was to take this lumbering 70-yo communist system and crash it head-first into capitalism. It was even called "shock therapy".

Now, in hindisght, we can say that his policies very much saved Russia and lead to economic prosperity later on. But man, shit was HARD for regular people. Especially hordes of state workers.

His most infamous project, however, was the privatization. Essentially, since EVERYTHING in USSR was state-owned and we were moving towards a capitalist system, someone needed to become the owner of all this state property. Privatize it, so to say. Of course, regular people could privatize their cars and apartments, which most everyone did. But the big bucks were in all the factories and natural resource mines. And this was done in the most ass-backwards way possible. People with connections got to bid on very lucrative property in the dead of the night with only one announcement in the local newspaper nobody read. Shit like that.

Everyone disliked that.

This is how Russia became saddled with it's giant oligarchy class.

I promise all of this is relevant.

Another really important thing happened in the 90s: the 1996 election. Yeltsin wanted a second term and he REALLY didn't want commies, his main opposition, to win. So he played dirty. Unlike what many later said, he didn't outright steal the elections. He did, however, do everything in his power as a prez to ensure a victory.

Everyone disliked that. Which is how we got Putin.

But 90s also saw the rise of several important opposition figures. And there really was actual freedom of speech and very little crackdown on opposition and protests. It still happened, don't get me wrong, but it was so minor compared to what's happening today, that it's barely worth mentioning. Anyway, back to opposition figures.

I will note three main one. Boris Nemtsov was the biggest - he was a favorite of Yeltsin's, was even a Deputy Prime Minister at one point and was considered as Yeltsin's heir at the same point. Things didn't work out. But he was the big face of liberals and democrats of the era. A guy who's "against everything bad and for everything good".

Then there was Mikhail Khodorkovsky. An oligarch and a philantropist, he was genuinely interested in the future of Russia and making it a big important country on the world stage through education and commerce.

Lastly, Gennady Kasparov. Yeah, the chess guy who lost to a computer. He wasn't really political in the 90s, but I still consider him part of the "old guard".

Part 2 in a reblog, because this is getting unreadable.

[beeflibeef]

I was wondering, who would you think be an ideal partner for Idate? That boy needs a whole lot of love for all the crap he deals with, also I wanted to say I LOVE your art! You definitely inspire me to draw and I really am happy to still see active members in the okegom community!

Thank you for your question, it's very interesting to think about

I never thought about whom Idate would date, in the au especially

I don't know about canon version of him, concerning the version with 'angsty lore' I think the worst match would be someone who resembles his family. Which means that anyone who is not like his family would be a good match. Which ironically means that he shouldn't date anyone who is a lot like himself, or someone who'd remind him about his family ("you're a violent guy, you're bloodthirsty, you're stuck up, you're xenophobic" etc)

please dont take this seriously, my thoughts change a lot and it was my current opinion (as of today)

also I wanted to say I LOVE your art! You definitely inspire me to draw and I really am happy to still see active members in the okegom community!

Thank you very much

Satadate (Satanick x Idate)

In my mind, Idate and Satanick are really good together but I don't personally see them as a romantic pair, i dont know why, maybe it didnt click with me. They can hang out together and have fun, they are also very tolerant and lax with each other. Idate is very patient with Satanick's emotions and sensitiveness, and orca doesn't get upset at his outbursts. And Satanick doesnt mind Idate keeping things to himself. I imagine if they were together, they'd be so lax with each other like a couple where both let their s/o date other people. Satanick's brain is on fire 24/7 and Idate is calmer and more organized (Idate is disorganized and unfocused but it's nowhere near as bad as Satanick's lack of focus). Plus Satanick is really active and very very artistic, he likes various things, so Idate could be introduced to new stuff that Satanick gets into.

9/10, I dont know why i dont ship it, maybe because this looks like BFF dynamic to me

Idarock (Idate and Rock)

Childhood friends is a nice dynamic, I suppose. In my head I liked to headcanon that Idate used to be shyer and less confident and Rock used to be mischievous and active, and Rock's attitude rubbed off on him (I know in canon it was different though). The ship asks are cute and maybe that rubbed off on me and how i see them. Rock being frustrated and annoyed with Idate would feel bad for me personally but I believe Idate is fine with that. As long as Rock just has an attitude and not being actually disgusted with Idate it's a solid match. 9/10

Bonus: them knowing about each other more than others would be an interesting addition to the dynamic between them

Shirodate (Shirogane x Idate)

I wont talk about canon version of this pair-. In non-canon verse, I feel like... it would be a bit awkward, and maybe a slow burn? Shirogane is anxious and tends to assume things about people, plus he is sulky in a way that Idate wouldn't tolerate as much as he'd tolerate Rock's attitude. Idate enjoys being feared but there are times when he's sensitive about it and him being treated with fear would upset him. In a universe where Shirogane tries to protect him i think the ship is cute, but in a verse where Shiro is just fearful of him it'd be bitter between them. 6/10 for the "scared and distrustful shiro x i-hate-being-seen-as-a-monster Idate", and 8/10 for "must-protect-idate Shirogane and can-snap-everyone-in-half Idate"

...i thought about it, and i think, for the soft angst potential, I like them together. Two predator animals, one is terrified of the world, and the other is seen as a terror by the world. There is some melancholic potential here. it's cheesy and overdone but i like thinking about it

Rocmate (Rocma and Idate)

*clears throat* In the universe where Idate has baggage, them together would look awkward to me. Rocma is pretty cold and doesn't show what she feels, and Idate is not the type to spray his energy on others, so they'd just peacefully coexist. They would be a powerful duo who'd rip and tear to save the other, but other than that there would be not much, they'd look like an arranged couple that does their marriage duty but doesn't get lovey and i personally am okay with it, ; 7/10 because I haven't thought enough ideas about this ship tbh, maybe I'll see more in it

I thought more about it , and I think a power duo is good. And Rocma softening toward someone who she'd never think she'd like is endearing. Two scary people growing softer and nicer toward one another is a fine dynamic

Tatsudate (Tatsumiya and Idate)

The pair would be so good and peaceful that I can't say much about it, 9/10. I'm only not sure if it'd work bc i feel Idate wouldn't want to live in the blue sea town, unless Tatsumiya is okay with him travelling around and visiting sometimes. Nagi would be better off with Tatsumiya, but I don't know how to feel about breaking the uncle-niece duo apart.. Darn, I imagined a whole scenario where Idate and Tatsumiya had a whole wedding in a blue sea town near the castle and how pretty it'd look, and I admit the idea of Idate and Tatsumiya being an actual married couple and it being a huge surprise for anyone who learns about it, is fun.

..now I feel bad for Tatsumiya because she'd be a married oarfish who stays at her home and her husband is almost never home. But then again, she values her people above anything else so it's endearing to imagine that Idate respects that

[thecreaturecodex]

Dogai

Image © @chimeride, accessed at their tumblr here

[The dogai are the archetypal monster in the lore of the Torres Straits. Unfortunately, they have a lot of Google camouflage. The assassin devil from D&D 3.5 and 4e is also called the "dogai". I have no idea if this is an intentional reference, or if it's a coincidence due to how many short combinations of syllables sound good. Like a lot of good ogres, they vacillate between dangerous and stupid, so I didn't want them to be super powerful. The appearance of the image comes from Oceanic Mythology by Roland Dixon, which refers to dogai as having the face of a flying fox.]

Dogai CR 4 CE Monstrous Humanoid This creature is a bestial humanoid, with a furry body and spindly, scaled arms and legs. Its face has a long muzzle and staring eyes, and its ears are as large as its body, wrapped around it like a shawl.

The dogai are bestial hags native to tropical islands. They are of low intelligence—few of them can speak Common, and they are rather foolish and easily tricked. Still, they are malicious and dangerous as any hag, and engage in much the same behavior as other hags, such as seducing people in disguise and kidnapping children in order to eat them.

A dogai often attacks from ambush, assuming the form of a beautiful woman or a harmless animal in order to get close enough to strike. These disguises are supplemented with mimicked vocalizations, including short snatches of intelligible speech. Once in combat, they rarely use tactics more creative than full attacks, but if they have a hard time clawing or biting a foe, may lash out with magic. Dogai are cowardly, and usually try to flee if they are losing a fight.

Dogai tend to live on remote islands uninhabited by other humanoids, and then travel to wreak havoc using magic. They usually wind walk at night, and their cloudy forms look something like humanoid constellations in the dark sky. Dogai can join and make covens as other hags can. Without a more intelligent hag to act as guidance, these covens can be especially destructive, but unfocused and disorganized.

Dogai    CR 4 XP 1,200 CE Medium monstrous humanoid (shapechanger) Init +3; Senses darkvision 60 ft., Perception +5, scent Defense AC 16, touch 13, flat-footed 13 (+3 Dex, +3 natural) hp 39 (6d10+6) Fort +5, Ref +8, Will +3 DR 5/cold iron Offense Speed 30 ft. Melee 2 claws +8 (1d4+2), bite +8 (1d6+2) Spell-like Abilities CL 4th, concentration +6 3/day—charm person (DC 13), meld with stone, pox pustules (DC 14) 1/day—wind walk (self only) Statistics Str 15, Dex 17, Con 12, Int 6, Wis 10, Cha 15 Base Atk +6; CMB +8; CMD 21 Feats Athletic,Deceitful, Great Fortitude Skills Bluff +10, Climb +8, Disguise +10, Fly +8, Perception +5, Stealth +7, Survival +5, Swim +8; Racial Modifiers +4 Bluff, +4 Disguise, +4 Fly Languages Aklo SQ change shape (animal or humanoid, polymorph), immense ears, snap shape, sound mimicry (animal calls, voices) Ecology Environment warm forests or coastal Organization solitary, pair or coven (1-3 plus 0-2 other hags) Treasure standard Special Abilities Immense Ears (Ex) Although a dogai cannot fly naturally, its immense ears act as windfoils and grant it a +4 racial bonus on Fly checks. They can be wrapped around the dogai as per a heavy blanket, and prevent falling damage from the first 30 feet of falling by acting like parachutes. Snap Shape (Su) A dogai can resume its natural form as a move action when using change shape. When it does so, it gains a +2 morale bonus on attack rolls and melee damage rolls for 1 round.

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🌘🌞🚬 for balthazar :3c

Thank you Harper :3c I feel like this one wound up full of Goofy Behavior somehow

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🌘 for a night-themed headcanon Okay, this one is slightly silly, and the second one also is. But Balthazar generally does not struggle with the dark due to his halo, and hasn’t since it first manifested. The extraordinary convenience of light on demand is a powerful thing. It greatly enables his more solitary night owl habits- without needing to light a candle or even bother casting a spell, it’s easy to just keep at whatever he’s working on uninterrupted. Of course, despite this it’s rarely a first resort unless he’s very absorbed in something (a matter of dislike or discomfort, especially in the company of others). The brightness of his halo has also grown over the years seemingly in tandem with the growth of his magical abilities- a factor of intensifying supernatural qualities.

As a side note, it’s difficult to suppress the halo entirely when he’s unfocused or tired- something which for years wasn’t particularly noticeable unless it was dark, but which becomes much more pronounced over years in the Stolen Lands.

🌞 for a day-themed headcanon As pale as he is, Balthazar has a long history of burning in the sun and dislikes being outdoors for extended periods on sunny days (more than he dislikes being outdoors for extended periods in general). If there’s a practical side to his preferences in dress, it’s that keeping so much skin covered does go a long way towards protecting it. Covering his face is more of an issue. Balthazar has never been especially fond of practically wide brimmed hats, deep hoods, or scarves, but here and there concessions to practicality must be made. Likewise, he has sometimes used a parasol for events where shade was limited or unavailable, but dislikes doing so- it’s a bulky, inconvenient object to have to carry around.

(and of course there is some irony to his sun struggles considering the circumstantial evidence that his celestial heritage may have some Sarenite connection…)

🚬 for a headcanon about a bad habit Balthazar isn’t disorganized per se, but his organization looks a LOT like another person’s mess. He has a lot of comfort with Piles in his personal space. It makes coexisting with him for extended periods kind of a pain. It is also something that can make him very frustrating to work alongside or collaborate with- he doesn’t particularly like accommodating if he doesn’t have to, and he’ll always be pushing to see how much he can push others to meet him on. All while feigning careless ignorance of any difficulties he’s causing, of course. Although some of that really isn’t feigned- he can and does sometimes forget that others don’t always follow his banal personal systems.

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Ooc: I'm sorry for being so disorganized. I feel unfocused and just, really worried and sad about irl things.

My other blog is in a fandom that has affected me really badly. I won't go in a ton of detail here but the meanness of it reaffirmed my self-loathing. It's hard to explain. It's been wearing me down for months. I have tried to leave but I keep sinking back in. I hoped having another blog away from the Fandom would be a healthy escape but I'm just, tired. Deeply tired.

[ophelia16stufff]

Persona 5 Royal MBTI types

made a self-indulgent mbti typing of persona 5 royal characters. i did this by going through different cognitive stacks, and double checking if the corresponding mbti 16 personality types kinda mapped with the actual characters.

so basically, the dominant and auxiliary functions have to be a pairing of the perceiving function and the judging function.

the perceiving function is how the character takes in the world, and the judging function is how the character affects the world.

Nx and Sx are both perceiving functions, Tx and Fx are both judging functions.

furthermore, the introverted and extraverted attribute isnt necessarily about whether the character is an introvert or an extrovert, but rather about the nature of the functions itself.

so if a function is extraverted, it is sourced from the external world. if a function is introverted, it is sourced from the internal world. perceiving and judgmental functions can be sourced from both worlds.

so, these are the interpretations that i have taken about the cognitive functions, that ive treated as the base rules.

Ne vs Ni: connections made from the present environment vs long term understanding of the world

Se vs Si: awareness of material reality vs reality processed by past experience treated as fact

Te vs Ti: objective logic vs subjective logic

Fe vs Fi: objective value vs subjective value

below ive mapped the characters with an MBTI personality type and corresponding strengths and weaknesses that i feel match the character pretty well.

akechi goro - ENTJ || dom - Te || aux - Ni   

Te - Ni - Se - Fi Strengths: Efficient, Self-Confident, Strong-Willed, Strategic Thinker, Charismatic  Weaknesses: Stubborn, Dominant, Intolerant, Arrogant, Poor Handling of Emotions, Cold, Ruthless

kurusu akira - ENTP || dom - Ne || aux - Ti 

Ne - Ti - Fe - Si Strengths: Quick thinker, Original, Brain stormer, Charismatic  Weaknesses: Ego-centric, Dislikes practical matters 

sakura futaba - INFP || dom - Fi || aux - Ne 

Fi - Ne - Si - Te Strengths: Empathetic, Open-Minded, Creative, Passionate  Weaknesses: Self-isolating, Self-critical 

kitagawa yusuke - INTJ || dom - Ni || aux - Te

Ni - Te - Fi - Se Strengths: Informed, Independent, Determined, Curious, Original  Weaknesses: Dismissive of emotions, Overly critical, Socially clueless

takamaki ann - ENFP || dom - Ne || aux - Fi

Ne - Fi - Te - Ni Strengths: Perceptive, Enthusiastic, Excellent communicator, Easygoing, Good-natured, Positive Weaknesses: Unfocused, Disorganized, Restless

makoto - ISTJ || dom - Si || aux - Te

Si - Te - Fi - Ne Strengths: Honest and Direct, Disciplined, Responsible, Practical, Organized and Effective  Weaknesses: Stubborn, Always by the Book, Judgmental 

ryuji - ESFP || dom - Se || aux - Fi

Se - Fi - Te - Ni Strengths: Bold, Positive and enthusiastic, Hands-on and observant, People skills  Weaknesses: Sensitive, Easily bored, Poor long-term planner, Unfocused 

haru - ISFJ || dom - Si || aux - Fe

Si - Fe - Ti - Ne Strengths: Supportive, Reliable, Observant, Enthusiastic, Hardworking, Humble Weaknesses: Represses her feelings, Reluctant to change

sumire - INFJ || dom - Ni || aux - Fe

Ni - Fe - Ti - Se Strengths: Principled, Passionate, Altruistic Weaknesses: Sensitive to criticism, Perfectionistic, Prone to burnout

alrighty, so i did struggle for some of the characters, so ill just drop explanations for the ones that i feel are maybe controversial:

kurusu akira

so this guy is heavily debated, and i think he's the character most left to interpretation, therefore maybe being the hardest to type, but i do think i have a solid argument as to why i think hes an entp. entps are quite rebellious, and the whole point of the game and the protagonist of it is to be rebellious. challenging the status quo, refusing to accept that 'this is how things are meant to be' is how he unlocks his persona. hes the character with the biggest rebellious streak, in the sense that he will always be the contrarian. i mean, his final persona is literally a demon lord, shooting the god of control in his face. cant get more rebellious than that, methinks. furthermore, when the PT kinda lose sight of what they are supposed to stand for before the mementos boss and facing maruki, i feel that its canon that joker refuses to accept what society deems as reality. he is the leader, and he decides that the PT decides its own justice- justice that goes against gods made from the wishes of the masses. when it comes to his personal life, one may argue that he has to be a feeling type, cuz of the many confidants hes got. but i think joker is more of a thinking type- hes definitely not a saviour or saint, he makes deals with his confidants. its a give and take relationship, something that both parties initially agree to, before it becomes something more personal. ive also noticed that his responses that are logical counter arguments as opposed to emotional words of comfort, tend to be the best response. many of his confidants prefer challenging words and different ideas of thought, and i think its safe to assume such words are canon, or atleast a facet of his canon cuz i do like to think his crack responses are canon lol. another thing that i feel is entp behaviour is his competitiveness. this is most expressed with akechi, a character that he has intellectual debates with and games where they keep score of victories. i like to think that in the metaverse and in matters related to the metaverse, he leans more into entp behaviour. but outside, he tends to tone it down, which is why its a bit harder to type, but i do think the entp kinda shines through. i disagree with the theory/idea that joker is the mask akira wears in the metaverse. akira is the mask that joker wears in the real world, and the whole point of the true ending when akira removes his glasses is his acceptance of his true self, his reflection that is joker. this is not to say that he is that one dimensional leader character whatsoever, akira is a really interesting 'silent protagonist' with his many masks. also, his mbti type's weakness being ego-centric might seem pretty harsh but keep in mind that the game's bad endings- him accepting both Yaldabaoth's deal and Maruki's deal is pretty much a consequence of that characteristic.

sakura futaba

[TLDR at the end] umm ok being an intp myself, im really surprised by the number of people who have typed her as an intp? hopefully im not wildly incorrect about her being an infp, lmao. but i feel like many people went off by stereotypes to type her as an intp? like the fact that shes very techy and is like a genius hacker, she finds social situations to be quite hard to navigate, her typical intp-ish interests ig are kinda misleading and...dont really have that much to do with her character. i think interests and personality types can be just correlation and not causation. now as to why i think shes an infp, when i looked at the cognitive stacks, i really felt that Fi and Ne fit her. for starters, ill address why i think her judging function is feeling and not thinking. this is simply because of why she decided most of her actions in the game. her starting medjed, her isolating herself after her mother's suicide, her becoming a phantom thief. infact, ill compare it with the actions of another character whose judging function is thinking, with similar circumstances: akechi goro. both characters are prodigies in their own fields - goro being a supernatural assassin at 14, and futaba being the founder of medjed when she was around the same age. both choosing their respective paths for enacting justice. they are both characters who have suffered to being blamed for their mother's deaths, and from child abuse. however, when their methods of personal justice compromised moral values, they reacted very differently. goro chose to sacrifice his morals, while futaba stopped associating herself with the international hacking group she had founded when it strayed from her morals. the difference is in what motivates both characters' decisions. goro chooses to sacrifice his morals of what is good and what is bad, justifies his alarming bad moral choices by his logic that it has to be done to entrust his position as shido's loyal hitman. meanwhile futaba is scared, paranoid and drives herself into suicidal guilt that she an unforgivable person. she is so distraught by the notion that she is an awful person, and condemns herself to lie in a tomb of her own making. a lot of other of futaba's dialogues and actions also just make sense to be of a feeling type. she tries to express her emotions and be empathetic of others. her social awkwardness does not come from intrinsic values, but rather the fact that she is unused to social situations due to abuse. she genuinely enjoys hanging out with her friends, and seeks them actively. TLDR basically, when we consider Tx vs Fx, i think she is less likely to go along with a decision if she doesnt feel right about it, even if its logically correct.

takamaki ann

for ann, i dont think her being an enfp would be wildly incorrect, i just want to explain the reasoning behind her weaknesses. unfocused, disorganized, restless, all come from the rather callous and laid-back attitude she initially has towards modelling. not wanting to be an expert in a hobby is perfectly fine, but ann herself seems to be unsatisfied with her own attitude towards modelling after interacting with mika.

i would be hella surprised if anyone read this, if anyone does, its much appreciated <3