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Sandstorm - Epilogue 1

Location: Chuugoku Region Qualifiers Stage Characters: Hinata, Yuuta & Rei

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ< The next day. Somewhere in the Chuugoku region. >

Yuuta: ………..

Hinata: Yuuta-kun~! Love ya, love ya, love ya! Love you lots! I’ll still do even if the world is destroyed and I’m reborn~!

Yuuta: ………..

Hinata: Oh? I don’t feel an attack? You lost the will to fight?

Then, it’ll be a one-sided trample! Fall to your knees in front of your big brother’s love that’s deeper than the oceans and taller than mountains~!

Yuuta: Hinata-kun.

Hinata: ……… *Is curled up like a pillbug*

Yuuta: What are you doing?

Hinata: Well, I thought I might be getting punished… and figured I wanted to avoid a fatal injury…

Yuuta: I’m not going to hit you. There’s no point in doing that to you, Aniki, and I know it’s just going to hurt my hand.

Hinata: What~? Just hit me! How on earth can someone from the Kansai region forget their quip!?

Yuuta: Who’re ya callin’ some’un from the Kansai region?

Hinata: Thanks for the line…☆

*Phew* I’m back alive! This is what I was missing!

I’ve been training my body recently so that all of your attacks would be seen as an expression of love. It hurts me the most if you ignore me, you know!?

Yuuta: Ahh~ Sakuma-senpai has that side to him too, huh. He wants to feel violence and hear mean remarks about him, so he deliberately annoys his brother or something like that. Like he’s happy if his brother pays attention to him.

Hinata: Yeah ♪ I think I’m starting to know how Sakuma-senpai’s been feeling lately in comparison to the past. It's all thanks to you for letting me play the “little brother” role, Yuuta-kun.

Yuuta: I think it’s fine? That way, you can understand the feelings of both sides.

We’re winning against Sakuma-senpai even in that regard. I know it’s not a matter of winning or losing…

But we were close to breaking unless we stacked those little victories up.

Hinata: …Is that why we betrayed the ones who treated us the best, “UNDEAD”, and acted like we tricked them?

If we were able to beat them, then that would give us a confidence boost.

Yuuta: …Why ask when you already know, Aniki.

Hinata: Yeah. It didn’t matter whether we were in the desert or in the hotel place – someone was always watching us. It’s possible we might have been taken out if they noticed we were acting weirdly.

That’s why you decided to act like a villain and tricked “UNDEAD”, right?

And sure enough, “UNDEAD” fell to their ruin. The people watching – in other words, the management – probably breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that and called “SDS” to a close.

Yuuta: What’s “SDS”? Wait, I think I might know.

Hinata: Maybe it’s the name of a new gaming console? Man, it sure was fun!

You don’t get to experience that every day. We got stronger again, thanks to that.

Yuuta: Yeah. We might still be at the feet of the idols that we respect, though.

Hinata: I don’t think we need to belittle ourselves that much. Well, it’s all over once we’re conceited and think we’re the best and the strongest of them all and stop working hard, though.

Hakaze-senpai praised me a lot in the desert. A lot of the battles were variety-based and I’m good at that sorta thing.

And every time, Hakaze-senpai would praise me lightheartedly. Once I looked up around me, I started noticing that there were a lot more people like that around us than I had expected.

Despite that, we didn’t think we were worth it and made a dark face. Maybe that would be rude to the people who acknowledge and praise us.

Yuuta: I know.

We’re amazing. We’re strong. We’re no longer the poor little kids who can be oppressed.

But it just didn’t sink in yet.

I was serious when I tricked “UNDEAD”. I did it earnestly. You have to be serious otherwise you can’t check how capable you really are.

It was mostly because I managed to seal Sakuma-senpai with the “secret order”, but in the end, I won against “UNDEAD”.

I betrayed them, made them feel unpleasant and I’m relieved they hate me.

Fighting means winning and losing, after all. “UNDEAD” isn’t as simple to win going easy on us and we’re not strong enough to win against them.

I fought with all I had. And my attack actually landed a hit.

It hit them, Hinata-kun. I can’t really explain it but that makes me feel like I’m over the moon.

Hinata: I know~ It felt exhilarating when I took the “Desert Coin” from Hakaze-senpai and was running away from him.

Hakaze-senpai always looks so cool, but when I looked behind me, he looked like he was speechless.

We won! Yay~! We won against the top powerhouse unit at Yumenosaki “UNDEAD”! We’re just that strong! That’s what I thought ♪

But that’s all it took for me to be satisfied.

That’s the difference between you and me.

Yuuta: …………

Hinata: You turn the negatives into zeros. But you don’t know when they turn into zeros, so there’s nothing restricting you.

We don’t know how much we’ve lost or how low we’ve gotten.

So we’ve been falling further and further down because of gravity. In order to maintain our current positions, all we can do is to continue paying our debts and keep aiming up.

That’s why we can’t stop.

Yuuta: …Yeah. You’re right, we couldn’t stop.

Hinata: But if we reach even a little bit of the positives, then I consider our goal completed. It’s easy. Like with the “Desert Coin”, all it takes is just one thing to turn it into something positive and I’ll be satisfied with that.

It’s pointless to keep earning a lot constantly.

Yuuta: So you’ll easily give everything you earned to someone else?

Hinata: Yeah. I bet the management must have been surprised too. “UNDEAD” should have been eliminated after getting not even one “Desert Coin” to their name but…

Rei: ~......♪

Hinata: They’re cleverly surviving.

Yuuta: Yeah… Just what kind of magic trick did you pull?

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queenofbaws · 2 years

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Once again, you can do this one only if you have time or the desire to fill it out. Josh and any quarry character(s) of your choice arguing over who is the most insufferable, dense pair of mutual pining idiots: Chris and Ashley or Nick or Abi.

at-least-but-not-exactly-six sentence sat(or)sunday!!! ---

“It’s just so obvious, know what I mean? Like, look at them! The body language, the stammering, the blushing, the longing looks whenever the other one turns...” Emma sighed, then propped her cheek against her hand. “It’d be cute if it wasn’t so...”

“Comical?” Dylan offered.

“Pathetic?” Kaitlyn chimed in. “Like, in the same way those ASPCA commercials with cats and dogs making big, sad eyes are pathetic?”

“See, you guys are being way too nice, cuz I was gonna say dumb,” Jacob said, throwing his two cents in.

“The word you’re all looking for is ‘exhausting,’” Josh drawled, spotting a pillbug crawling up the side of the picnic table and flicking it away to fly through the air. “Cochise and Ash are fucking exhausting, and you’re allowed to say it, I promise I won’t get offended or anything.” He paused, looked a little more closely at the rest of them, and then followed their combined line of sight. “...ah. Okay, I gotcha. You weren’t talking about Cochise and Ash. Got it. Then I’m on board with Keg-stand Custos on this one - those two are dumb as hell.”

“Wait...wait.” Kaitlyn tapped her fingers together in a time out gesture, shaking her head the whole time. “Are you...there’s literally no way you’re about to tell us that Chris and Ashley aren’t - ”

“Together? Dating? Bumping uglies? Nah. Don’t I wish.”

Emma rolled her eyes, bringing her second hand up to join the first in supporting her chin. “I just don’t get how people can be that oblivious. Like, clearly you’re into each other, just shut up and do something about it! It’s not hard! What’s the worst that could happen?”

Jacob sucked his teeth and made a point to lean his way across the table and into her field of vision. “Well, Em, worst that could happen is you catch feelings and then get dumped at the end of camp. That’s what could happen.”

She brushed him off as easily as Josh had sent the pillbug flying. “Yeah, but like, besides that?”

“Hey, far be it from me to stop the shame train once it leaves the station, but don’t you guys think you’re being just a liiittle harsh, here? I mean...think about it. Not everyone was lucky enough to ooze confidence at birth, okay? It’s a heavy burden we bear, maybe even more of a curse at times, but we need to remember that there are people out there less fortunate than we are.”

To her credit, Kaitlyn waited until Dylan had reached the end of that spiel to swivel her head towards him, lifting her eyebrows high as she asked, “Confidence, huh? Is that what you’ve been oozing this whole time? Real quick, is all that seepage the reason you’ve been chickening out on talking to Ryan all summer?”

“I haven’t chickened out,” he scoffed (though that scoff would’ve been a hundred times more believable had his eyes not immediately flicked over towards Ryan in the distance). “I’m waiting for the right moment. You don’t get it.”

“Guess I don’t.”

“Okay, I think you guys are missing the depths of this depravity, so I’m going to do you a service and spell it out for you.” Josh cocked an eyebrow and waved a hand towards Chris and Ashley as they futzed around the cabins. “Li’l Red and the Big Bad Wolf over there, how long’ve they known each other? Like two months, right? Two months of giggling and ooey-gooey babydoll eyes. And it’s been insufferable, wouldn’t you say?”

“S’been pretty rough, yeah,” Jacob nodded, still trying desperately to catch Emma’s eye with more and more ridiculous poses.

“Insufferable is a good word,” Emma agreed, very easily ignoring said poses by staring into middle space.

“Now I’m gonna need you to all dig deep and tap into those withered imaginations of yours and pretend those two months have been more like, oh, um, let’s see, let’s see...ten fucking years, and then get back to me.” He shook his head before slouching back against the table, nearly knocking Jacob out of his ‘paint me like one of your French girls’ sprawl. “None of you know the meaning of agony. Know what I’ve done to try and get them together? Everything short of faking my own de...” Then he sat up a little straighter. “Hey, you guys wanna get in on a primo prank idea? Chackett keeps all the power tools in the radio hut, doesn’t he? This...has potential.”

“No one’s faking their own death unless it’s me, thanks very much,” Dylan cut in. “I want to see how many of you show up to my funeral and say nice things.”

“You mean you want to see if Ryan shows up to your funeral and says - ”

Without warning, Emma stood from her seat, cupping her hands around her mouth. “Hey lovebiiiiirds!” she called at the top of her voice, grinning widely when, of course, the four buzzing around the cabins spun around to face the rest of them with wide eyes. “There you go! Acceptance is the first step towards getting better, right? Maybe they don’t need confidence at all - maybe they just need really, really good friends to embarrass them into it.”

Josh met her eyes dolefully, heaving a world-weary sigh. “I wish I was capable of that sort of youthful optimism. I wish you all the luck in the goddamn world. Now if you’ll excuse me, I will be getting those power tools, thanks.”

#love-fireflysong #six sentence weekend #queenie writes supermassive #look i love the hacketteers i really do #but nick and abi's summer is noTHING COMPARED TO THE ENDLESS SPIRALING SLOWBURN chrashley got going on #those two are. absolutely beyond help.

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blondedemon · 3 years

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i'm bored and in a writing mood so here's a short story. i wrote it in a sudden inspiration for with zero editing so i apologise if it's terrible lol

and i'm not gonna hide it under a 'keep reading' y'all gonna have to scroll

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There was a child sitting in the deep, bottom corner of her father's garden. The leaf litter was damp and mulching beneath her hands. Countless worms appeared whenever she dug her fingers into the soft soil. A ladybug crept across the thick pumpkin leaves that surrounded her, and there was a line of ants marching over the toes of her bare feet as they made their way home. The world was alive, alive, alive and she was lost in it.

Three small cupcakes sat with her in the dirt before her.

This was a strange sort of child. The type that adults loved to talk about, but never to. Her eyes were always fixed on some distant point on the horizon, or far nearer, on the ground right in front of her nose. But she would rarely meet the eye of someone who tried to address her. This sort of behaviour tends to put people on edge. Adults are discomfited by the feeling that a child might see more than they do. They encounter a child such as this and chatter behind her back; always off with the fairies and she just doesn't focus, that one and I'd really rather my girl doesn't play with her, she seems a poor influence.

The girl hears every word. And understands them all, even if they'd never credit her for it.

She doesn't feel strange. It was just a label attached to the outer edges of her by faces and voices that couldn't see all the way in. The girl was always seeing deeper than they were. It seemed pointless to talk to the giggling, empty children in her class when there were such better friends to be made elsewhere. Her dad would drop her at the gates with a kiss to her forehead and concern wrinkling his own. She would sit through classes, staring at walls and colouring her fingernails in with textas and graphite as her teachers asked her to write about her weekend. Art time was filled with sheets covered in horses and fairies and secret creatures that stared back at her from deep within the leaf litter. Her addition and subtraction equations would blur and muddle with all the numbers fighting and talking to and laughing with each other. Her stories were full of girls being carried away by strange creatures until they were so far from the reaches of anyone who could watch them. Far from anyone who wouldn't understand what she could see.

She had given up on telling people about her friends long ago.

But now, in the dying daylight, they crawled to her. Out of the leaves and soil and branches and rotting wood, their eyes bright and their scales glittering. They clicked as they approached, little noises in the depths of their throats. Heads cocked to the sides as they regarded her, claws digging little marks into the earth beneath their feet. And the girl stayed ever so still. Not even a lock of her hair would dare move in the wind as she waited for them to come nearer. Each one was perhaps only as long as her forearm, and of course, that wasn't very long at all. Their teeth were little daggers hidden behind scaly lips, only visible when they hissed at each other as they tripped over their own feet. She had no reason to fear them. They would never hurt her.

There were two dozen in all. She'd counted them. It was far more than there had been the first time. She'd been crawling in the pumpkin patch looking for pillbugs to put in her bright plastic bucket when she'd stepped on one. Her father had warned her about snakes, slim monsters with fangs that would stop your heart before you noticed they'd bitten you. And so when she felt those scales under her toes and saw that hard-plated body disappear into the twisting vines, her stomach had dropped.

But no snake had legs, did it? Lizards did, though. And dragons.

Her feet had been noticeably free of any vampire-like pinprick wounds, even through all the mud, and so she'd figured she probably wasn't about to die. So she sat herself down under a leaf, huddled down real small, and tried to peek under the next plant to see if she could find thecreature she'd accosted. Two sharp-yellow, slit-pupiled eyes had stared back. And promptly disappeared like a blink when the creature whipped around and disappeared into the dense plants. The girl was unfazed. She sat there for hours until her dad called her all worried-like from the house, calling her in for dinner.

She didn't see the creature again that night. Nor did her father see her until morning. When she crashed into the house, hours and hours and hours later and told her of her brief encounter, her dad had shouted at her for disappearing so long. He cried that he'd been worried sick. He yelled that he'd had to call the police. She didn't understand. She'd been safe, after all. What did it matter that he hadn't known exactly where she was? She'd never left the yard, he had nothing to be concerned about.

She didn't mention her creature again, but her father saw less and less of her that month. She would disappear into the yard with punnets of strawberries or chicken bones from the night before or little cakes that had been brought by classmates celebrating their birthdays, and she would place these in front of her in the dirt in that same spot and wait. Some things worked better than others. Especially the sweeter things. She could tell it was working when the leaves would rustle more aggressively near the ground, as if something was creeping amongst them.

It was a long, long while before she saw anything real again, though.

Her eyes were half closed when it happened. A slice of sweet banana bread lay amongst the leaves before her, and in an instant, it was gone.

There was a lot of banana bread baked in that second month. Her father could hardly believe how much his kid seemed to love it.

The girl learned how to stay so very still. If she got very quiet and convinced herself she was nothing but a rock lying in the garden, she could sit for hours without so much as licking her lips or wriggling her toes. And the banana bread didn't disappear every day. Sometimes the girl ended up eating it, dirt and all, running back inside to curl at her father's feet while he watched television, men running across the screen and kicking small pixellated balls across the grass. But sometimes, she would watch as a clawed paw would stretch out from behind the cover of a low-hanging, broad pumpkin leaf, and snatch the bread from before her eyes.

That was very often followed by concerning but contented growling from the pumpkins. And very enthusiastic chomping noises.

Slowly, the creature grew more confident, and the girl grew more sure that this was no animal her father had told her about, or that showed up in the encyclopaedias that lined the shelves of her school library. Curved claws smoothed into dense, haunched legs. There was a tail that tapered to a whip-thin point at the end, and front legs that could either hold the animal on all fours or stretch up to reach whatever it wanted to grab. It had a stout nose and a broad face with wide, wide eyes that were set under a scaled brow. A row of gentle spines tracing up its nose and between its surprisingly soft-looking ears.

And the entire thing was covered in plated scales in gradients of black and brown and white to create the most striking pattern she'd seen, a spiralling stripy design that bent the light around it and hid it even more convincingly in the shadows of the pumpkin patch.

She didn't breathe the first time she saw it in full. Its yellow eyes were watching her, unblinking, as she watched it back with an equally immobile gaze. It reached forward and clutched her banana bread to its chest and held her gaze for a second before disappearing into the dark again. In her mind, the girl called out to it. But of course she did not say anything. She had to be still, so very still

Now there were so, so many, and they were all over her. One was curled in the arch of her crossed legs, its side rising and falling gently with its sleepy breaths. Its skin was cold when it pressed against her, because it was nearly dark after all, and these creatures didn't make much of ther own heat. Most of them were battling over the thin pickings she'd left for them, because she simply couldn't bring enough cake to feed all of them anymore. Her father had been suspicious enough when she'd been taking banana bread just for one, but now she was catering for a whole army.

Her first dragon was the last to emerge. It stared at her from a distance, and then blinked slowly, slowly, slowly. The girl didn't move. Except for her slow blink in return. And the creature padded over to her, pressing its nose into her side ever so gently.

The girl moved then, and only then. She reached toward her dragon and cupped her hands under its soft belly, lifting its small body to her own. She felt it put its head on her shoulder and she hugged it to her chest, and she was home.

#writing #short story #my work #dragons #writeblr #home #gonna add a bunch of tags just to see if anyone will actually read my junk haha #but seriously I'm three hours from home at the moment and have been pretty much alone most of the week and i'm BORED

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rainonglass · 4 years

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𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑺𝑯𝑬𝑬𝑻.

Repost, don’t reblog.

BASICS.

full name. quirrel...... of hallownest?? hallownest doesnt really do surnames

nickname. nin canon, he’s been called “mask”. i hc he probably got called “monomon’s assistant” and “that bug following monomon” a lot, even though. both of those are longer than his actual name

gender. male, he/him

height. tentatively 3′9″-ish. canonicaly he’s taller than hornet without her horns and shorter than hornet with horns so take that as you will

age. for sure older than 50, probably around 65-70

zodiac. doesn’t remember his birthday, but i hc he’s an aquarius. fun fact Bring Your Child To The Library day is the first saturday of february

spoken languages. whatever language was most common in and around hallownest, plus bits and pieces of many languages from the world beyond

PHYSICAL CHARACTERISTICS.

hair color. does not have hair follicles but his antennae are black

eye color. beady and black, if you google pillbug face you will see his eyes

skin tone. whatever skin isn’t covered by carapace is a desaturated dark blue

accent. uhh his voice actor is a guy from chicago if that gives you anything. ok for real though i think he has kind of a muddled accent, like the way he says “cat” doesn’t quite rhyme with “bat”. stuff that kinda clues you into his background in the wilds, where his speech patterns were shaped by the different places he went. despite that, he’s pretty easy to understand when he talks. something something being monomon’s assistant included teaching classes something something he retained that enunciation. fun fact one of my friends cobbled together his voice clips to make him say Words and the resulting accent sounded.... french? do with that what you will

voice. i have it right here! specifically, near the end of the video but before his Fightin Words. he sounds his age, he’s pretty tired. still, there’s something very friendly about the way he talks

dominant hand. ok so in game they just flip his sprite so you can’t definitively say what hand he holds his nail with, but in the prequel comic it looks like he favors his right both for combat and for general stuff (ie, he waves with his right hand)

posture. i genuinely cannot tell if he’s slouching in-game or if his body’s just shaped like that, but i’m gonna go ahead and say he slouches a lot nowadays just because he’s old and his center of gravity is lower

tattoos. his position in hallownest wouldn’t have allowed it pre-amnesia, post-amnesia he wouldn’t have been keen on the recovery time given he was fighting to survive in the wilds

birthmarks. nope

noticeable feature(s). well, he’s obviously wearing a mask on his face, and he wears a kerchief over his antennae. if you got both of those off him you’d literally just be looking at a normal roly poly but i thought i’d mention them. uhhh he’s kinda leggy and he’s shaped like a kidney bean

CHILDHOOD.

place of birth. god i dont know. i hc quirrel was prrrrobably around middle-class? he doesn’t look like the aristocratic bugs in the city of tears and we know hallownest had a pretty strict caste system, so it was. probably kind of weird when monomon made him her assistant, but not inconcievable (for comparison, lurien’s butler/assistant was a member of hallownest’s high society). anyway that’s all to say i think he was uhhhhh probably hatched at home, in a city near but not part of the city of tears?

birth weight. im sorry i cannot find the average birth weight of a pillbug but they look like this as mancas/babies

birth height. like a milimeter or less

manner of birth. hatched from an egg!

first words. “outside”

siblings. so, so many (most didnt survive infancy though it’s tough for a pillbug)

parents. two moms (it is MY headcanon and i give quirrel the two moms!!!)

parental involvement. his parents tried their best but it’s tough when you have a bunch of pillbug babies running around. once he got a little older and survived molting though, they took more direct care of him. they made sure he got a very good education and worked hard to make him Refined in hopes he’d get a good job in the capital. he got in trouble pretty often even though he was a really sweet kid, he’d just forget the rules and run off to play outside. once he got his position with monomon, his moms talked about him a lot at like. the quilting circle.

(sidenote: quirrel remembers literally none of this, if you asked him any of these questions he’d have no idea except stuff that could logically be deduced from his species. he doesn’t remember his family at all)

SEX & ROMANCE.

sexual orientation. bisexual

romantic orientation. he’s bi all the way down baby

love language. playful debates, small touches, traveling together, saying exactly what he thinks about something, letting them see him sleep

relationship tendencies. asking a lot of questions, tends to hold his partner to a higher esteem than himself early on, learns a lot from his partner. not great at living with a partner because he’s so used to living outside

MISCELLANEOUS.

character’s theme song. doesn’t have one in-game, unless you count the archives theme (literally just ambient bubbling and spooky noises) or uumuu’s boss theme aka decisive battle (which is a general boss theme and isn’t unique to uumuu). i think uhhhh wait fuck i lied. closest thing we have is this, which is the city of tears indoors theme but is best known for playing in the scene where you sit on a bench with quirrel

mental illnesses. depression, some degree of anxiety, general dissociative problems, you know the deal. autism isn’t a mental illness but uuuuuh i’m gonna mention it anyway, i’m autistic so no matter what if i’m roleplaying a character they’re gonna end up with some autism in them. he’s got some issues with grief but like he doesn’t have a diagnosis and i don’t know what that would be anyway

self-confidence level. low! very low! he knows he’s old and he can’t remember much about being monomon’s assistant so he doesn’t have much going for him, in his eyes. his (implied) death at blue lake kinda gives you a look into that

vulnerabilities. grief. showing physical weakness. being shown pity. being trapped.

#meme friday

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voyage-in-the-dark · 6 years

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oikawa notes:

lies lies lies. he is not really scared of much, so don’t project your codependency/vulnerability onto him -- he loves to tease iwaizumi until he’s flustered and scowling, it’s his favorite look, the one he thinks looks cutest on iwa.

he loves aliens. the limitlessness of space? the idea that there is other life out there, which would mean the universe is waaaay bigger than we think. i am so for the headcanon that iwa told oikawa that bugs look a bit like aliens and oikawa is so sold on that idea and he now loves bugs too

he frequently uses humor as a defense mechanism. make jokes about how awesome he is. make jokes the situation. push people away so he can protect his feelings, himself. so people will think he’s invulnerable.

he is obsessive and fixated and desperate when not in a good place. he has lived with insecurity and inferiority nearly his whole life. he ne-fe loops to overcompensate for his inferiority complex -- if he does socially well at uni, at volleyball, he is worth something.

he seems like someone who would realign napkins when in an uncomfortable situation, even if his face is trying to be neutral

he seems like he was fanciful as a kid. had big aspirations. an explorer of space! astronaut! volleyballer!

his obsession is about the chasm between reality and the ideal in his head. “They often develop troubling obsessive tendencies that they rationalize away as wanting “mastery”, a “good” thing that drives them towards obtaining the certainty and confidence they crave. However, there is a high price for such obsessive perfectionism: they never feel satisfied or certain when they have nothing but random ideas to guide their path of learning ... they easily lose inspiration and motivation because the chasm between ideal and reality often seems insurmountable. They don’t realize how much of their behavior is actually driven by unconscious fears about falling short (failing) or amounting to nothing in the world.”

remember: he likes to pretend he’s okay. he won’t speak until he’s sure his voice isn’t shaking. he makes light of everything so he can feel in control. eg that vulnerable scene with his sister.

he would really benefit from mindfulness...

he is looping and that is why he is so influenced by the opinions of everyone else. why does he fear ... it’s because he has an inferiority complex. like me. he has low self-worth. his mother’s disapproval, rejection, disappointment, combined with society’s and everyone else’s disapproval/disappointment/rejection will be too much.

he doesn’t blame at all. he is not a blaming person. maybe the only person he blames is himself.

“Imbalanced Ti-Fe subconsciously fears feeling stupid/weak/incompetent”

Dominant Ti/inferior Fe is triggered by: Their failures usually involve: not listening to other opinions when they should, being (inadvertently) insensitive to others, or lack of emotional awareness that makes it difficult to resolve a personal/interpersonal problem. (http://mbti-notes.tumblr.com/post/149191973762/type-spotting-guide)

“Balanced Ti-Fe: They would use a systematic approach to explore ideas and possibilities. They use Fe as a way to incorporate human needs/factors into their ideas. They are likely to come up with ideas/inventions that can benefit society as a whole or solve more than one problem at once. They are considerate of people and take more time to understand the human consequences of their actions/decisions/plans. They are energetic and quick to identify/solve problems. “

oikawa would be good at critical thinking, he would be good at logic games (playing them like they’re nbd) and good at ace attorney games where you catch inconsistencies. he also seems the kind of person to listen to you talk and then sprout something totally unpredictable.

healthy entp: 1 & 2 & 3

i won’t say he’s rational, he’s zany and so fun to be around though. action-oriented. his T shows more in the sense where he is not totally sensitive to others -- eg the way he plays with iwa’s feelings, the way he sees iwa being hurt by his words/actions but he can block it out, easily enough. he’s not someone who will sit around doing nothing, he’s likely to get up and find something to do or poke at something, like theo

he seems like someone whom, if he had a problem, or if he wanted to make up with iwaizumi, he would go and recruit an awesome team (probably just hanamaki and matsukawa) and then pull some flashy thing.

tert fe also explains why he seems like ed from fma -- people in his umbrella (iwaizumi, his sis, takeru, matsuhana) are important to him. everyone else? not so much. explains his callousness with megumi.

oikawa’s arc in courtship:

ENTPs are quite independent people in their own way, so there’s no pressuring her to do anything; she needs to work things out on her own. ... ENTPs who withdraw usually need the people around them to be gently supportive and encouraging, but without placing any demands/expectations upon them.

ExTP: uses social Fe “feelings of validation” to sidestep difficult Ti self-analysis and self-criticism -> unrealistic view of personal strengths/weaknesses

oikawa headcanons

he confessed to iwa-chan with a jug of pillbugs

he loves bugs after iwa-chan told him that bugs look like aliens

fanciful as a kid. had big aspirations. an explorer of space! astronaut! volleyballer!

he loves to tease iwaizumi bc he thinks flustered tsundere iwaizumi is the cutest iwa

he likes to pretend everything is ok. always tries to hide his real expression, always tries to make sure his voice is lighthearted and not shaking, always jokes

he would be good at logic and strategy games (playing them like they’re nbd) and good at ace attorney games where you catch inconsistencies --> he likes to crush ppl lol

he also seems the kind of person to listen to you talk and then sprout something totally unpredictable

#oikawa tooru #personal

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