#this is why you need sensitivity advisors

[alpaca-clouds]

The thing that bugs me about Cazador

Allow me to ramble about a thing that really bugs me about Cazador and his character design.

Let me start out with the fact, that it is super iffy that Cazador is the one recognizable east asian character in the entire game. At least from what I came across. And, you know. It is iffy if you take a minority and make their only representation the "sadistic vampire who wants to sacrifice 7000 mostly white people to become a god". I hope I don't have to explain that.

And yes, technically speaking... yeah, Karlach is technically also East Asian. With just one problem: Her being red-skinned and having the make-up very much hides this fact. Like, I did not realize this until I saw the mod that removed the make-up from the companions.

But outside of the basic issue with the trope... Well, look. I do not think that the folks Larian were like: "Hehe, we will use this character to show how evil the Asians are!" or something like this. But the game very much shows that there was a lot of internalized biases. And be it just in the fact, that we barely come across non-white characters in the entire fucking game. All non-white characters are basically tokens.

And before someone comes in with: "Faerûn is based on medieval Europe!" First off: "Shut up." Second: Going by official DnD Lore Faerûn is a super diverse place, where you will find all sorts of Asian, Arab, and Black people. I mean, just look at the DnD movie, where they made an effort to have half of the cast be non-white. Like, the Faerûn that Larian depicts is basically the Faerûn of 3e, not 5e.

And then... Well, when it comes to Cazador, then there is the Early Access design.

Now, this is actually where WotC stepped in and was like: "Yeah, you cannot do this." Officially by explaining that elves do not have facial hair. But I do imagine that someone at WotC actually looked at this design and was like: "... Do they realize that this is Fu Manchu?"

Because yeah, this design is simply just Fu Manchu. And for those who are not aware: Fu Manchu is a character popular in pulp fiction of the early 20th century, that arose mostly from Yellow Peril stereotypes.

He was a Chinese magician, who was up to all sorts of evil schemes, which suspiciously often involved sacrificing white people (mostly white women) to evil gods or demons. He made appearances in all sorts of media back then, including movies (where he obviously was portrayed by white actors in yellowface) and some off-brand Sherlock Holmes novels that were not written by Doyle but other writers.

Fu Manchu was also what the original Mandarin in the Marvel Comics was based on.

This is one of the Renditions of Fu Manchu in one of those off-brand Sherlock Holmes stories.

And here is the earlier Mandarin design:

And, like, I am sorry. But that stuff leaves a bitter taste in my mouth.

Again, I do not really think that this stuff was done on purpose. My best guess is, that Cazador was either based on the Mandarin, or on some of the other "Chinese Magician" villains that some American Kung Fu movies put into their media in the 70s and 80s.

But I also think there was nobody at Larian who did any sort of sensitivity consulting when it came to the inclusion of non-white characters.

#baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #astarion #bg3 cazador #cazador szarr #fu manchu #yellow peril #anti asian hate #racism #larian studios #this is why you need sensitivity advisors

[roseboysstuff]

(Same person who requested the pent up leon & ftm reader with a baby :3)

i NEED more zuko content , uhh so how about zuko and (ftm) male reader have two kids already (twins) and they're really young, even them both already having kids zuko atleast wanted one more, and as soon as the twins started asking for a baby sibling he went wild that night

"You heard them? One more can't hurt, and they'd be so so happy.."

You can choose the kinks ! Have a good day ♡

I'm always happy to provide Zuko content hehe, and breeding is one of my faves AH FUCK i POSTED IT TOO SOON

Zuko loved seeing you with your kids. The two girls that you had given him, cute little identical twins. The cold darkness of the palace, now filled with the cute shrieks and giggles of his daughters. Meetings with his advisors interrupted by the pitter patter of tiny feet coming into the throne room, so he just continues the meeting with both of them snuggled onto his lap. And the way you took care of them, made him fall even more in love with you. The praise and care, the way you carried them on your hips. He was so proud of you, and of his girls. They were both firebenders, not that he cared. He'd love them either way. But tonight, as the four of you lay there, the girls making flower crowns in the meadow outside the capital volcano, the topic of siblings came up. "Papa? Can we have another sibling?" One of your girls, asked, in the her innocent voice. Which caused the other one to chime in. "Yeah! I want a brother too!" Both you and Zuko exchanged a look, your faces clearly flustered. You changed the subject for now, and you after a few hours, you carried them back to the palace, and tucked them into bed. As soon as you left their room, you felt a hand on your hip. Squeezing. Grabbing. And then you were pushed up against a wall, with Zuko's lips pressing hot, open mouthed kisses against the sensitive skin on your neck. "What do you say, my firefly? Shall we give them another sibling?" His voice is deeper, laced with lust. You remember how he got you pregnant the first time, how he went almost feral at the idea of seeing you all swollen with his kid. You're pretty sure that his incessant pounding of your hole, and the amount of cum that he poured into your hole, was the reason why you had twins. And you were probably gonna get the same treatment tonight. He didn't even wait until you got into your shared chambers, he just pushed you against the wall of the hallway. Despite your soft protests that somebody might see you, he pulled your clothes off. "No one's gonna see us, and even if they do, I'm the FireLord. What can they do? I'm the leader, and I need to fuck another heir into my prince consort. You'll let me, won't you, baby boy?" Well you did let him. His cock was in you before long, and you stopped caring about whether or not it felt good. You just moan and whimpered and cried out his name. "Such a tight hot pussy, all for me. Gonna get your pregnant again, my love. Shall we try for triplets this time?" You didn't argue. His cock felt too good, the veiny surface stimulating the sensitive spots inside you. And you squeezed him so good, your pussy needing to be filled with his hot cum, to be pumped full of his heirs again. You cried out his name, needing him to fuck you harder. Which he happily obliged. Slamming into your pussy, the sound of skin slapping echoing in the hallway, as he didn't let up. He was determined to get you pregnant again, to fill your womb up with so much cum that you had no choice but to carry his babies again. He loved your first pregnancy. Watching your belly grow, from the small little bump, barely noticeable. To the swollen belly in the last trimester. He loved it all. And he was desperate to see it again, which was obvious in the thrusts. He was thrusting like a man starved, revelling in the mewls and whimpers leaving your lips. His cum poured into you, spurting seed into your womb. But he wasn't done. Keeping his cock in you, he carried you the rest of the way to your chambers, leaving the small amount of cum that had leaked out of you for the servants to clean up. He lowered you down onto your shared bed, and kissed your neck, rolling his hips inside you again. It's clear you weren't going to leave his arms until you were stuffed with enough cum, that he was satisfied that you were definitely knocked up again.

#ftm reader #male reader #x reader #zuko smut #zuko x male reader #zuko x reader #zuko x ftm reader

[rosesbxrry]

Banquet

Pairing: Husband! Jay X Wife Fem! Reader

Genre: Smut🔞 (Minors DNI), established/ married AU!

Warnings: unprotected sex, breeding kink (to the max), Oral (female receiving), fingering, slight lactation kink (very brief but if you’re sensitive, I advice you not to read any further), a lot of dirty talking about making babies, Jay using the term ‘wife’ to the reader, slight cockwarming. Hopefully I didn’t miss out anything else

Summary: Celebrating special occasions with your husband was nearly impossible with your young son around, especially when the both of you craved for something more intimate. With the help of your mother, she opt to take care of your son, leaving you and Jay to take advantage of this rare moment.

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Word count: 2, 469 words

The sound of your phone closing echoed in the empty dining room, finding no trace of any new messages from your husband who had promised to come back home from work as early as he can. Today marks your wedding anniversary, preparing a banquet full of his favorite dishes to celebrate the special occasion.

You had left early from work to send your son to your mother who agreed to take care of him so that the couple could enjoy some quality time without their toddler fussing around. Don’t get it wrong, you love your son from the moon to the back but the last time you baked a birthday cake for Jay, your son took his time destroying it before the surprise party.

If it wasn’t for his chubby cheeks and buttercream frosting all over his face and body, you would have cried instead of laughing at the sight of the mess.

Your thoughts were interrupted with the sound of the front door opening, signalling that Jay was back. You shuffled hastily to greet him, beaminng at the entrance of the door as Jay took off his dress shoes.

“Welcome back.” You said, reciprocating the hug he initiated even though he was holding his briefcase and jacket on each hand.

“Hey, love. Happy anniversary.” He circles his arms around your waist, pulling you into a quick peck on the lips, smiling loopy as he holds you close to his body. You laugh, arms lock around his neck in an intimate manner.

“Happy anniversary to you too.” You grin at the way he sneaks another chaste kiss to your lips before losing his grip to stare at you.

“Sorry about coming home late,” He apologised, pushing some strains of hair that escaped your bun out of your face lovingly. “The others wouldn’t leave me alone to come home to my beautiful wife.” You chuckled while imagining Jake and Sunghoon constantly tailing him for business related affairs.

Yet, Jay doesn’t want to admit that without those two as his trusted right hand mens, he wouldn’t be able to flourish the company without his advisors beside him. You gave him a few pats in the chest before saying. “Now, now. As the boss, you have to set a good example to your employee if you want them to actually see you as the leader.”

“Oh? I thought I was the boss here? Why would I need to listen to you?” He raised his eyebrows in a playful manner.

“Because I’m your wife, and it goes without saying that I’m automatically your boss.” You poke his chest challengingly.

He gave you a mini salute. “Yes Madam, anything you say goes.” Laughter ensued in the room as you ushered him to come in, heading towards the dining table filled with an array of dishes you’ve prepared.

“I might have to heat up a few. They’ll taste better warm.” You said, distracted on washing your hand on the sink to handle the food when a pair of arms circle themselves around your waist from behind.

You immediately giggled when you felt his pair of lips pressed against the shell of your ears, hugging you from behind as you shiver from the contact. He moved to kiss you at the column of your nape when you turned around to face him, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“You really can’t wait until the end of dinner, can you?” You taunt, staring at the way he was looking at your lips before smiling. His grip on your waist in a sensual manner as he leans close to your face to whisper— it almost gets your knee buckling at the proximity.

“I can’t help myself, can I? Not when my son is not here and I got his beautiful, sexy mommy all to myself.” He bit his lower lips, and you can’t help but let out a chuckle at his words.

“So you’re not gonna eat my food?” You ask. He shakes his head, watching you with hooded eyes.

“I'd rather eat you.”

He captures your lips without a second to spare; a content sigh emits from both of your lips as the constant aching feeling inside finally vanishes at the touch of each other’s lips. Jay’s soft lips move to devour your own, not like the ones he would usually display in your mundane life, but a sort of thirst or hunger in the way his tongue explores the roof of your mouth to suckling on your bottom lip.

“You don’t even understand the things I want to do to you.” He mumbled.

You moan and tighten your hold on his neck as he trailed down to kiss your jaw, leaving rough butterfly kisses on the sensitive skin before moving slowly to nibble on your neck. He pushes his body against yours, the edges of the marbled countertop digging at your lower back. The faint smell of his cologne alone could intoxicate you with electrifying pleasure but partnered with his dangerous lips and roaming hands on your sides, you can’t help but let him take the wheel.

“What is it you want to do to me?” You whispered, leaning back to let him leave hickeys on your neck with his love bites.

His fingers moved under your shirt and you let out a little gasp at the feeling. He chuckled at your cute reaction. “I rather let my body do the talking.”

His arms lifts you up to sit on the countertop before he adjusts himself to stand between your legs. You took this opportunity to loosen his tie while he proceeded to remove your shirt, diving in to attack the swell of your breast against your bra.

“Jongseong.” You whine, feeling his cold fingers on your back as he unclasps your bra from behind. He watches with a lustful gaze as your breast bounces out from their confinements.

“Beautiful.” He compliments, and you blush at the way he cups one pair to level it to his mouth, lips capturing the hardened nipple with a small suck. You cried out when he nibbled the area, licking and lapping at the sensitive tit while the other was occupied with his other hand, fingers delicately played with the neglected nipple to compensate for the lack of attention from his lips.

“Fuck, Jongseong.” You moaned. “Feels so good.” You close your eyes, feeling the pleasure stimulate the throbbing on your cunt as you lean back in your palms.

“If I suck hard enough, will your milk come out?” He asked while his mouth was still occupied with your nipple, his cheeky comment made you let out a shaky laugh.

“Not unless you want me pregnant again.” You said before choking on a whimper when his fingers discreetly moved under your skirt, rubbing at your clothed folds that were wet with your arousal. He pushes you down on your back, letting you rest on the marble surface before you look up to see him unbuckling his belt to relieve himself from the huge visible bulge of his hard cock against his pants.

“I think we can arrange that.” He commented.

He was roughly unbuttoning his white dress shirt, his fingers moving impatiently to rid of the fabric to display his lean body; melanin skin with toned arms and deep v-line bare for you to gaze. You swallow down the saliva coating at your throat, imaging the way his body would move against yours, the amount of brute force as he pounds into you that it was almost impossible to even imagine you not being pregnant after.

He almost chuckled at the way you squeeze your thighs together, grabbing your knees to pull them wide open for him to see the visible dark wet patch on your panties.

“Shit,” He cursed. “Are you that excited for me to fuck you? Can’t wait for my big cock to be in your pussy and fucking you dumb until my seeds make you pregnant with my babies? Yeah, you want that don’t you?”

You let out a breathy yes as he pulled your panties down until it dangled on one of your ankles before bunching your skirt. The sight of your folds wet with your own juices in full display for him like a meal had him groaning while messaging the flesh of your thighs. You bite back at the way he prompts one of your legs on the countertop, shivering at the sheer coldness that hits your core.

“Don’t worry, I'm gonna fill this tight hole with my seed and you’re gonna thank me for it like a good wife. But first—“ He leans down and you let out a loud gasp that echoes through the kitchen, feeling his tongue licking a stripe along your dripping slit. “—let me eat you out.”

You stuttered out multiple broken moans, pleads mixed together in between when starts going faster until he was burrowed deep into your cunt. With a hand gripping his hair while the other rested over your forehead, you see the concrete ceiling of the kitchen when you throw your head back when he attaches his lips around your clit.

“Please go faster.” You were sobbing at the sheer amount of pleasure as your husband eats you out without mercy, every flick of his tongue sends you over the edge until you feel the tight knot in your stomach.

“Fuck— Jongseong, I’m gonna cum.” You gasp.

As if his tongue wasn’t enough, Jay slid a finger in you before following it with another, stretching your hole and caressing your sensitive walls. You cried so loud when he slid his fingers in and out of you, accompanied with his tongue pressing on your clit in a slow agonizing motion that you came all over his mouth with your back arched and hips bucking ever so often.

His mouth welcomes your juices, cleaning the fluid off your folds as he rides you out of your orgasm.

“You’re right. The meal does taste good when it's warm.” He wipes the excess off his lips.

You tried to catch your breath, but when he handled your other leg on the countertop as well, you stared at him reaching into his pants to whip out his hard cock, pumping the length a few times with beads of precum leaking out of the head.

“You’re going to be beautiful carrying another baby for me, yeah?” He said, aligning the head with your hole. You let out a shaky breath as he descends into you between your legs, his cock filling you to the brim as you wrap your legs around his waist.

“So fucking round with my child. Breasts filled with milk for them. Showing everyone how good I’ve knocked you up with my cock. You like that don’t you? Showing them how bad you wanna carry my kids.” His mouth spouts every dirty word and you can’t help but reach out to hold onto his arms for support, his pelvic flush against yours.

You moan with every thrust of his hips, his grip on your sides were hard and tight that you were sure bruises would form the next morning. The loud wet sound of skin slapping echoed in the kitchen and this time, the both of you don’t have to worry about your son from ruining the moment and potentially scaring his life.

“Yes— God fucking yes. Put a baby in me, please.” You plead, watching as Jay’s eyes turn feral at your request. His fucking you roughly, your face twisted into the most lewd expression possible. The carnal lust was evident in the way the head of his cock japs at your g-spot over and over again, imagining it reaching close to your womb and painting it with his seeds.

“Fuck, take it. Take it like a good girl. I’m gonna fill you up with my cum and breed you like a good wife you are—“ He chokes a little, voice an octave lower as he groans loudly. “—fucking hell, you’re so tight.” He growls out while watching you squirm below him with your mouth agape. He feels you sucking him in, your walls spasms over his length that gets him throwing his head back with his eyes shut closed.

“I’m so close, fuck— I’m cumming.” You’re at the edge of losing your mind at the familiar tight feeling in your stomach, letting him rut you into oblivion even though it was starting to hurt with the way he keeps drilling into that sweet spot, making you see stars dancing along your vision. Your legs were shaking at every vicious movement of his hips, his balls slapping against your skin.

A few more slams of his hips and you came hard on his cock— ropes of his cum filled you in warm slow waves. At this point, Jay would usually fuck you through your orgasm but that would risk spilling the load and for some reason, it made the pleasure even more overwhelming at that thought of him trying to keep it in.

He didn’t show any intentions of pulling out, instead he helped you sit up on the countertop, clinging on to you with his face nozzle to the crooked of your neck. You wrap your hands around to feel his back, beads of sweat sticking to his skin under the tense muscles.

Only heavy breathing filled the silence but oddly enough, him being in you was completely relaxing. This is just you and him basking in the moment of clarity in each other’s embrace. Jay moved to stare at you, pushing back wild stray hairs out of your face.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” He hummed sweetly.

You nodded your head with confidence. “Yeah. I have been thinking about it a lot and maybe adding another little one into the family is the right decision now. Are you okay with it?” You ask. He pecked you without hesitation, a big smile on his face was enough to tell you that he equally wanted this as well.

“You should call in sick for work tomorrow.” He said. You tilted your head in confusion.

“Why?”

You yelp in surprise when he lifts you up by the back of your thighs, making you instinctively wrap your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck for support. The movement caused you to be well aware of his cock still inside you, hard and aroused that gets your toes curling at the way his throbbing against your sensitive walls.

You feel him moving to the familiar direction of your bedroom, and you can't help but shiver when he whispers an octave lower against your ears, heart pumping in excitement.

“I don’t think you can walk properly once I’m sure you're stuffed full with my cum.”

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[witchblood-if]

“A Macigian never reveals their secrets. A Witch even less so.”

Well, you had a good run. For the last 70 or so years that you've had your little shop in Esmar's capital, nothing overly exciting happened. Apart from the occasional political changes and economical shifts, you could mostly carry on business as usual. But when the Fae calling herself your "best and only friend" invites you to pull a heist on your rival's home you didn't realize what effect that stunt would have on your immortal life. But damn, you really wanted that statue back.

Play Demo

Witch Blood is an upcoming urban fantasy interactive fiction story where you take on the role of one of the last proper witches of Esmar, hoping to resolve a very time-sensitive mystery that might cost you your own life if you don’t get on with the investigation soon.

Does it have to do with random people’s head exploding?

Is this the reason you seem to have more prophetic dreams than usual?

Why are there so many strangers storming into your shop demanding answers you couldn’t possibly know?

And why does your familiar keep eating your receipts? You need those for your taxes!

Create your very own witch. Appearance, personality, gender and sexuality...  All that Jazz

Choose a furry (or non-furry) companion for your immortal life

Become a master of 5 witchy skills that may or may not help you along the road

Keep your business afloat (you got bills to pay, after all)

Solve a mystery, save a bunch of people, and meet the Gods (???)

Find love, friendship, or rivalry (or maybe all three of them at the same time) with 5 different people who will. Not. Leave. You. Alone.

And for the love of the Gods: please stop spitting coins

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So far it will probably be a 16+ kind of rating for:

Mentions of violence, blood and gore

Strong language, cursing

Suggestive language

but things might change. I’ll keep you updated in any case.

The Best Friend: Faith (f)

Flirty and flighty, Faith is certainly living her best life. And while she’s not always the most reliable of friends, she always shows up for your weekly tea and gossip session (and more often than not with baked goods as well). If you’re looking for a fun night out: Faith is your gal. Don’t ask how she pays for all of it without having a job though.

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The Knight in Shining Armor: Isaac (m)

A stranger visiting your shop and ... flirting with you? Thankfully you’ve lived long enough to see through his ploy and stay unaffacted to his charms. Mostly. With a quick smile, a stance almost too relaxed and some really suspicious questions you can’t quite get a read on him. And you have the feeling he is also not really a tourist interested in your special sale items.

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The Loyal Advisor: Eli (f/m/nb)

Another stranger. This one seems much more honest than the last one but somehow you haven’t decided yet if you appreciate that or not. They say there is a problem their employer has sent them to hopefully solve and after some extensive research you seemed to be the least untrustworthy person of your craft to potentially help. You can’t quite tell from their stoic face if that sentence was supposed to be a compliment, a joke or very subtle sarcasm. But the pay they offer is nothing to turn your nose up at and you’ve worked for way shadier people.

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The Crazy Mushroom: Mezilkree (f/m/nb)

Mezilkree has been a frequent visitor of yours for quite some years. Mostly they just hang out at your shop and try to scare potential customers. When you try to make them leave they declare they are a customer, throw a bottle cap on your counter and shove a handful of candy from the jar you keep for kids in their mouth. Sometimes they even do buy something if they’re on an errand for their family, but as their community grows more and more resentful of non-mushrooms this occasion becomes rarer and rarer. In the many years of botherment, you have found Mezilkree to be a mischievous but sweet troublemaker. Some of the time, at least.

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The Other Witch: Levan (nb)

An Enemy. A Fiend. Your Immortal Rival. Most of the time you and Levan stay clear of each other, as is agreed upon in your Contract of Geniality. But now they have decided to steal a very valuable artifact you have spent months on locating. At least you’re pretty sure it was them, who else would be skilled enough to enter your home. Even though you don’t particularly get along, Levan is a witch you have known for the longest of time. But because of their spiteful nature and (admittedly somewhat deserved) arrogance you have long decided to avoid them, lest you burn down the whole town in a fit of anger. They really know how to push your buttons.

ROs Physical Appearance 

Witch Types

Demo

#ro ask ----> Scenarios and asks including all ROs

#ros ----> unspecific general info about ROs

#ch: [name] ----> info about that RO, often paired with #ros

#ch: carter ----> facts and info and rambling about the author

#mc ----> anything to do with your character, customization and so on

#lore and #lore ask ----> anything that’s about worldbuilding

#story and story ask ----> anything to do with plot

#lovely ocs ----> readers showing off their ocs

#lovely readers ----> lovely words from lovely people

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Hello my lovelies! This is a first attempt at Interactive Fiction, and on an even more important to note: a first real attempt at writing. I hope it doesn’t suck too much! Also please forgive orthographic and grammatical errors, English isn’t my first language :) (if you see something, say something tho)

Currently the prologue is in the works and will face some editing and expanding.

Until then,

Love, Carter

#if #interactive fiction #intro #intro post #if: submission #if: intro #it's witchy time #choicescript #Witch Blood #csript game #status: wip #fantasy #urban fantasy #mystery #16+ #witchblood-if

[krasytoonz]

Speech Examples!

King Wally

“What’s a Peasant like YOU doing here! Goodness, you STINK!”

“No, I don’t like this. I don’t like this one either. You are supposed to READ my MIND! Can’t you already figure out what I like and don’t like?”

“I was a bit rude. I know that. But I will not apologize for it. Because I am King.”

“AHHH!! ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME?! GUARDS! SOMEONE! SAVE ME!!! THIS FOUL LOOKING THING IS TRYING TO KILL ME!!”

Jester Barnaby

“What do you call Tea that doesn’t have (T)ea?… Just Ea.”

“Hey, don’t go about and hang your head down like that! You did great, buddy. What matters is the effort you put in!”

“I know a place where we can go and relax. Maybe daydream or take a nap! Doesn’t that sound nice?”

“I actually got some tricks up my sleeves!… Well, I don’t got any sleeves. But you get it!”

Castle’s Greatest Knight

“Do you think that maybe he might like me back?”

“Being a Knight doesn’t mean you have to just ‘be’. You’ve got to act and look like one too!”

“Stand STRAIGHT! What are you even worthy of if you can’t even do one simple thing!!”

“I may be merciful, but do not take me for a Fool. So do not treat me like one.”

The Advisor

“That is so funny, because the last time I remember you was… Never. I don’t think you are even good enough to be in the storage of my memories.”

“You see, because ‘pie’ is a consumable good, but ‘pi’ is a maths symbolism that equals to 3.14, it is the reason why you are DUMB. Those are NOT THE SAME THINGS.”

“This is NOT how ECONOMY WORKS, Your Majesty. The people are starving and YOU KNOW THAT!”

“For the love of God I will literally burn you ALIVE if you say one more thing out of that stupid mouth of yours!”

Castle’s Maid

“GAWK!! THE voices.. The noises.. Oh, they’re SPEAKING to me again!”

“No, no no, it isn’t the Castle this time, I know it! Please, believe me! There are things wrong with this Kingdom — HORRIBLY WRONG!”

“It’s a CURSE!! I knew that because I went to this Fortune-Teller and she told me that THIS WILL HAPPEN! GAWK!!”

“Breathe in.. Breathe out.. No, this wouldn’t work! This is silly! Let’s get out of here and run away elsewhere while we still can!”

The Anarchist

“Boasting will do you no good. I don’t like ‘mysteries’ or ‘surprises’ either. Show it to me and I’ll believe you.”

“Somebody who only talks big, but not ‘walk the talk’, is not to be respected. I hope you understand what that means.”

“WHAT IN THE- Julie! SALLY! STOP POKING THAT THING! IT’S GOING TO CRUMBLE DOWN!! GODDAMMIT YOU TWO!”

“Don’t you know it’s dangerous to walk alone in the Alleyway?! Are you out of your mind?!! Stick beside me, I know a shortcut.”

Julie Joyful (in Disguise Name: King-Queen-Royal Julien the III)

“Wow, that was.. SUPER DUPER AWESOMESAUCESNESS!! CAN WE DO IT AGAIN?!”

“AAHHHH!! I AM SO SO SO EXCITED! Let’s go and look for more Mushrooms. Did you KNOW that Sally can cook really good Mushroom soup?”

“Uhhh… Uhhhhheeeerrrrmmmm… I forgot. I’m sorry, but, I’ll try my best to remember. I promise! PINKIE PROMISE!”

“If you want a hug, just know that I am always here. Don’t you waste your tears, my Friend!”

Bounty Hunter Sally

“So we got Buggy and Pinkie on the team. You in or you out?”

“HA! No one can EVER come between ME and Pinkie! You can try all you want but you CAN’T ever separate the two of us!”

“Determination is my greatest Skill! Test me if you like but I WON’T back down from a good ramble! Bring it on! Wahhahaa!!”

“These monsters aren’t actually monsters, but they are just sensitive to Fire and Light and all that stuff. Best you put it away.”

Royal Courtier Sunny

“Yes, very very informative…! Uh, so, when is the festival again?”

“Oooh! That looks DASHING on you! Totally cute and fashionable! Wear it!”

“Morals are very important! You see, without them, people will become violent!”

“Do not fear! I will sacrifice myself if needed! You can rely on me!”

Castle (speaks in onomatopoeia)

“CREEK! THUMP! CRRRRAAAACKKK!” (Fuck u and ur dad and ur mom and ur siblings)

“Thump. Thump. THUMP.” (Thump thump thump.)

“Creek!” (Flowers! I love flowers!)

#welcome home royal au #welcome home #welcome home puppet show #krasytoonz #welcome home arg #welcome home fanart #wally darling #barnaby b beagle #barnaby b. beagle #welcome home project #howdy pillar #welcome home home #welcome home sunny #welcome home au #welcome H #welcomeH #fanart #doodle #poppy partridge #Julie joyful #eddie dear #Frank frankly #frankly dear #Frank x eddie #eddie x frank #welcome home Wally #sally starlet

[heavenlyakin]

Part 6: I Don't Want Your Body

Summary: Your life is forever changed when your most trusted advisor arrives home with an engagement treaty. As Queen of your Kingdom, you knew there would be sacrifices but little did you know how much the cost of these sacrifices would be. What do you do when your mind wants one thing but your heart longs for another?

Characters: Reader (some descriptions apply), Satoru Gojo, Bella and Ella (oc chambermaids)

Warnings: SMUT, virginity loss, age gap, nipple play (f. receiving), penetrative sex, vaginal sex, creampie, and general smut warnings.

Length: 2k

A/n: merry Christmas everyone!

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You feel something tighten in your chest as you realize what’s about to happen. 

The door to his chamber closes, leaving you and him alone with no ears to listen in. Your heart is racing and your dress suddenly feels too tight and warm. Satoru caresses your cheek with his fingers, smiling at you. 

“I’ve been thinking about this all morning,” he tells you. 

“I’m scared,” you admit. 

“There’s nothing to be scared of,” he laughs and so do you. 

He kisses you, wrapping his arms around you and unlacing the bodice of your dress. Your hands find his shirt, gripping it between your fingers. His lips move down your jaw, to your neck. You gasp as he nips at the sensitive skin. 

He breaks away to help you slip out of the dress. It pools at your feet, coming up to your knees due to all the fabric. You hold his hands as you step out of it, left in just your corset and underclothes. You’ve never been this undressed in front of a man before. Your heart begins to pound harder against your chest. 

“Satoru,” you say barely above a whisper. 

“Undress me now,” he smiles, his voice soft and coaxing you. 

Biting your bottom lip, you help him shrug off the overcoat, letting it fall to the floor with your dress. Taking a deep breath, your shaky fingers begin to unbutton the white dress shirt. It takes a few tries on the first golden button, but after it’s undone the rest follow more smoothly. Your cheeks and nose heat up as you stand there looking at your husband, half-dressed, and his eyes full of a look you’ve never seen in a man other than Suguru before. 

Satoru carefully brushed your cheek with the back of his fingers, his skin warm on yours. Something about his touch still feels off, but you’re sure it will go away. It has to. You need this to work out for your happiness, his happiness, and the good of both your realms. 

When he kisses you again, he guides you backward towards his bed. The back of your thighs hit the bed frame, and you nearly stumble. Satoru’s hands keep you stable, but you can’t help but feel like you’re going to fall apart under him at any moment. His hands move to your hips, pushing you down onto the bed, and waving you to scoot back against the pillows. 

As you move back, he follows you, crawling over top of you. You’re not sure why, but you reach up and pull his face to yours, kissing him hard. His right hand moves between your bodies, his fingers lightly grazing the fabric of your undergarments. You gasp as he applies pressure, rubbing you through the fabric. 

��Feels good, right?” His voice is so calming and warm. 

“Mhmm,” you hum, closing your eyes as he kisses your neck. 

You feel useless, laying there under him letting him pleasure you with no knowledge of what to do back to make him feel good. It’s not like you don’t understand consummation, however, whenever your ladies wanted to discuss the act you shut it down each time. It always made you think of Suguru, someone you can’t have. 

“It’s okay to touch me too,” he tells you, raising up and smiling at you. “You can’t hurt me.” 

You laugh, “I’m sorry, I must be the worst you’ve ever had.” 

He laughs too, shaking his head. “Not by a longshot.” He kisses your lips softly. “Just do what feels natural. It’s okay to explore.” 

You nod, hands shaking when you touch him. He doesn’t laugh at you or mock you. As your hands move to his trousers, you unbutton them and untie the strings. Your fingers are clumsy, but they do the job until you’re pushing his pants down his legs. Your first instinct is to look away when you realize there’s nothing under the pants to cover him. 

However, you make yourself look. It’s not an undesirable sight. 

You grab him, your fingers lightly wrapping around his cock and stroking it softly. Airy sounds leave Satoru’s lips and you look up at him to find a flush across his cheeks and nose. You lick your bottom lip before kissing his chest once, and then twice. He moans louder. Satisfied with yourself, you squeeze him tighter and watch as he gasps. 

“Much more of that and you won’t get any pleasure from it.” He tells you, his tone teasing. 

You blush, letting go of him and he chuckles and shakes his head before kissing you, moving down your neck to your chest. As he reaches the corset, he rolls you over with his hands, shocking you with his strength.  

“These are such an annoyance…” he grumbles as you feel the corset loosen with each sound of ribbon being untied. “Is it too much to ask that you don’t wear these anymore?” 

“Satoru!” You scold. 

“Fine,” he huffs, and the corset comes free, slipping down off your arms. 

If you move, your breasts will be fully revealed to him. You know now is not the time to be shy, however, it is so sudden. You’d originally thought you’d have a few hours to get through the day before this moment. 

Satoru drags a finger down your spine, making you whimper. You’re embarrassed by your reaction, but can’t help it. There’s pooling on your underwear and you can’t believe what a mess you’ve become by so few touches from him. 

“Don’t be shy now,” he coos in your ear, and you take a breath before rolling back over. 

His hands go to your breasts, squeezing them gently before leaning down and taking your right nipple in his mouth. You whine as his tongue circles the sensitive bud, surprised by the pleasure it brings you. One hand grips the bedding and your other tangles itself in Satoru’s hair. 

He bites, shocking you and sending waves of pain and pleasure through your body. 

“Fuck,” you let the word fall from your lips, knowing no other word to describe how you’re feeling. 

Satoru hums against your skin, sending new waves of sensation down your spine. You arch your back, your body flush with his. He switches to your left nipple, taunting you with the same feelings as he did before, only now turning your right between his fingers once every few seconds. 

“Satoru,” you whisper, unsure if he can even hear you at this volume.

“Yes?” 

“I think I’m ready,” you tell him, the feeling of need driving you crazy. 

He smiles, kissing your lips and pushing you down against the pillows again. His fingers push your undergarments down your thighs and you kick them off the rest of the way. Your heart is pounding so loudly, you swear you hear it in your ears. 

“This will be uncomfortable for a few moments,” he tells you and you nod, knowing that would be true. 

His fingers tease your cunt, the wetness coating them before he strokes himself once. The head of his cock teases you, the pressure enough to drive you wild. He pushes into you, his head tilted down to watch. You focus on the ceiling, looking at the light blue paint. 

It hurts. 

However, it doesn’t hurt as bad as your heart. 

“It’s okay,” he hushes you, his thumb wiping away a stray tear from your cheek. 

You shake your head, not having the heart to tell him your tears are for another man. 

“I’m okay,” you tell him, forcing a smile. 

You’re uncomfortable still the size of him stretching you more than you expected. He smiles at you and you feel another layer of guilt sweeping over you. 

After a few more moments, you feel your grip on his arm relaxing, the uncomfortable stretch turning to something else that you like. Letting out a breath, you smile at Satoru again, telling him it's okay to move. 

The first thrust feels unreal, the mix of pain and pleasure something you hadn’t expected. He’s slow, and calculated. Each thrust into you feels different but all the same somehow. His kisses taste sweet, eating up your moans in his mouth. At some point, you wrap your legs around his waist, his cock diving deeper into you, making your head spin. 

“Satoru,” you moan, your eyes wide as you feel something happening in your lower stomach. “Oh god, what’s happening.” 

“It’s okay,” he chuckles and kisses you. “You want to cum?” 

“I-” you whimper, “I think so.” 

He kisses you, his tongue teasing yours. He lifts your hips, thrusting deeper into you, harder and faster. You’re overwhelmed, limp underneath him. He breaks the kiss, pulling away and moaning. 

“Cum,” he tells you and you’re not sure what to do. 

After a few more thrusts, you feel something come undone in you, like a wave of pleasure so intense you have to curl your toes and close your eyes, moaning louder than you had all night. Was that it? You look to Satoru for assurance and he smiles, nodding. 

The waves of it ride you through the last few thrusts of Satoru’s until he’s stopped, moaning and trembling as he holds you against his body. Then you feel it, his release dripping out of you and around his cock and onto the bed. 

You blink three times, and by the fourth, Satoru is lying beside you on the bed, his chest rising and falling in rhythm with yours. The silence isn’t comfortable quite yet, but perhaps with time, it will be. 

He turns to you first, propping himself up on his arm. You roll over to face him, tucking your hands under your cheek. He smiles at you and you blush again. This feels more intimate than the act you just committed. 

“You okay?” He asks and you smile. 

“Mhmm,” you hum. “I’m okay.” 

“Good,” he laughs. “You better call those ladies of yours to come fix your hair. I can get you back in that ridiculous gown of yours, but I can’t redo your hair.” 

You laugh, getting off the bed and searching for your corset. “Ridiculous dress?” 

He shrugs, pulling his pants back on and lacing them up. “Most of the dresses you ladies wear are, are they not?” 

You slip the corset on over your shoulders, holding it around your body. “Can you lace me in?”

“Of course, my beautiful wife,” he kisses your neck a few times before he begins to lace the corset. 

“Oh, please, haven’t you had enough?” You tease, swatting him away after the corset is laced. 

“I think I’m addicted already,” he squeezes your ass and you swat him away more, walking towards your dress on the floor. 

He helps lace you back into the dress and into your shoes, holding your hands to steady you. You thank him with a kiss on the cheek. He kisses you again, holding it longer than you’d expect, Another wave of guilt washes through you, knowing he might be putting more into this than you are willing to. 

Perhaps with time, you will have a change of heart. 

“Can you call for my ladies? They can do my hair in here.” 

“Of course,” he kisses your cheek then leaves the room to send for them. 

He doesn’t return, but Bella and Ella do, both with raised eyebrows. 

“Do not start,” you warn them both. 

Satoru walks back in as they’re halfway done redoing your hair, having had to restart completely after your fling with Satoru. They both struggle to keep their eyes off your husband, which brings you joy. It’s quite funny seeing them so flustered for once and not flustering you. 

“Should we expect heirs soon?” Ella asks, and you gasp. 

Satoru coughs, then laughs quite loudly. “Perhaps,” he tells them and you give him a warning glare. He laughs at you next. 

“I have a strong feeling that you three are going to cause me more problems than not,” you sigh, looking into the mirror at the three of them laughing at you.

#📜.somebody else #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru smut #gojo smut #satoru gojo x reader #suguru geto x reader #geto suguru x reader

[rippleclan]

RippleClan: Moon 37

Oilstripe was seen in a very serious conversation with a kittypet, who ran away when another patrol arrived.

[Image ID: Rattlepelt, Wildclaw, and Weedfoot approach Oilstripe, who is speaking to Froggy. Under Weedfoot, it says - CONDITION: RECOVERING FROM BIRTH.]

“Thank you for coming with me,” Rattlepelt sighed as Wildclaw and Weedfoot walked behind her with baskets. “Last night’s storm is sure to have produced some good clay.”

“Now that I’m not exhausted,” Weedfoot said, adjusting her basket, “this seems like a good way to stretch my legs.”

“I’m just here to keep you safe,” Wildclaw huffed, matching pace with Rattlepelt. “We don’t want any rogues attacking you.”

“They would be fools to attack a fox risen from the dead, wouldn’t you think?” Rattlepelt laughed. Her fox pelt covering included the fur of the dead beast’s head, which covered Rattlepelt’s sun sensitive head. With the way the leather pelt hid her from the burning sun, a stranger in the distance would likely think she was a very, very sick looking fox.

While clay deposits were not as fruitful as they were in SlugClan, the Great Northern River still offered its fair share of clay for RippleClan’s use. The gentle water would cool Rattlepelt as she dug up the needed clay. It would be better than roasting in camp on that particularly hot day. 

It seemed Oilstripe had a similar idea! As Rattlepelt’s patrol approached the river, the young molly spotted her mother’s new mate sitting on one of the half submerged rocks in the middle of the river. A fluffy black kittypet sat on the other side of the river, talking to Oilstripe. A newcomer to RippleClan, perhaps?

“I recognize that kittypet!” Wildclaw gasped. “That’s Froggy!”

“Your sire?” Rattlepelt asked as Wildclaw dropped her basket. Rattlepelt had heard of the wandering kittypet a few times; Carnationspeckle frequently bumped into him near AshClan. 

“Let’s see if he needs something,” Weedfoot said, setting her basket aside and taking the lead. As the group got closer, however, Froggy’s fur fluffed up. He nodded to Oilstripe with a soft meow and trotted away from the river.

“Come back!” Wildclaw yowled, but her father vanished into the shrub. She growled and clawed the wet earth of the river’s shore. 

“I think Rattlepelt’s leather scared him,” Oilstripe admitted with an awkward chuckle.

“I’m sorry,” Rattlepelt said as her ears burned.

“We were finished anyway,” Oilstripe sighed. She hopped back to dry ground and groomed her wet paws.

“Is Froggy doing well?” Weedfoot asked with one ear cocked in Froggy’s direction.

“His humans are still hunting, and he still joins them,” Oilstripe explained. “I’m glad I found him, though.”

“What do you need a kittypet for?” Wildclaw asked, squinting at Oilstripe. 

“I suppose I can tell you,” Oilstripe gulped. She kept her gaze on the ground. “Carnationspeckle and I have talked, and… we would like to be parents.”

“That’s wonderful!” Rattlepelt gasped. She shoved her face into Oilstripe’s fluff. The face of her fox pelt smacked into Oilstripe’s muzzle. The ginger molly laughed and shoved it aside to groom Rattlepelt’s head.

“You must be looking for a sire, then,” Weedfoot purred.

“I asked Froggy if he knew any ginger toms who would be willing,” Oilstripe explained. “Carnationspeckle and I don’t want a sire with Clan connections. We want to be the parents of our children, not share that with someone else.”

“Why a ginger tom?” Rattlepelt asked as she rubbed against Oilstripe.

“Carnationspeckle’s planning to carry the kits, isn’t she?” Wildclaw realized. “You want the kits to look like you.”

“Can you blame me?” Oilstripe laughed.

“I suppose we can’t,” Weedfoot purred. She touched noses with her former apprentice, tail twitching high overhead.

(Rattlepelt: 20, female, artisan, fierce, leather artist)

(Weedfoot: 86, female, deputy, charismatic, steady paws, formidable fighter)

(Wildclaw: 29, female, caretaker, fierce, trusted advisor)

(Froggy: 106, male, kittypet, rebellious, maintains the territory, great speaker)

(Oilstripe: 41, female, historian, charismatic, ghost speaker)

Carnationspeckle announces she is expecting kits. She doesn’t believe she can effectively perform her duties while expecting kits and moves into the nursery.

[Image ID: Fennelspot speaks to Carnationspeckle and Oilstripe. Oilstripe yowls, “It worked? It really worked!”. Under Carnationspeckle, it says + CONDITION: PREGNANT.]

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“It worked? It really worked!”

The yowl snapped Shadowdrop out of his conversation. He had been sharing a meal with his littermates in the shadow of the shipwreck, tearing apart a large kelp wrap to get to the meat inside. Halibutdusk paused, about to take another bite.

“Was that Oilstripe?” Wildclaw asked, cocking her head. Shadowdrop nodded. He recognized the historian’s voice. The yowl came from the medicine den. It caught the attention of the other cats lounging around camp, enjoying a meal before sunhigh.

“What do you suppose she’s talking about?” Halibutdusk asked his littermates. Realization sparked in Wildclaw’s eyes.

“Oh!” Wildclaw gasped. “That was quick.”

“What is it?” Shadowdrop asked. As he spoke, Carnationspeckle, Oilstripe, and Fennelspot left the medicine den. Shadowdrop’s heart twinged as Carnationspeckle wove her tail with Oilstripe’s. Something twisted in Shadowdrop’s chest at the sight, and yet, he couldn’t look away.

“Downstar!” Carnationspeckle called into the leader’s den, paws dancing. “Downstar, are you still in there?”

“I’m here, I’m here,” Downstar huffed, trotting outside. She spotted Oilstripe in the back. The ginger molly’s sunny disposition quivered under her leader’s gaze.

“Downstar, do you remember what I told you before the last Gathering?” Carnationspeckle purred, stepping in between her mate and former mentor. The twinge in Shadowdrop’s chest gripped him like fangs on his scruff as Carnationspeckle brushed her tail against her belly. “We picked a good sire. We just spoke with Fennelspot. He confirmed how I’ve been feeling. I’m going to have kits!” 

RippleClan flowed around Shadowdrop, moving toward the ocean that was Carnationspeckle’s unending joy, but Shadowdrop was a rock whose peak stuck out of the water. He couldn’t move with the current’s flow, even if he wanted to. Downstar touched noses with Carnationspeckle. Wildclaw slipped between them with a crude joke. Halibutdusk spoke to Oilstripe, congratulating her. He shouldn’t have been congratulating her! She shouldn’t be the second mother of Carnationspeckle’s kits! It shouldn’t have been her!

The rock pushed back against the river’s flow.

Shadowdrop slipped out of camp without a single glance his way. He should have said something to Carnationspeckle sooner. He should have made his intentions clear. Carnationspeckle should be preparing to nurse his kits! He could have been a great father! He could have had a family who chose him over all others, rather than hiding in their dens or chasing foxes or staring at the clouds.

Maybe he still could.

(Oilstripe: 41, female, historian, charismatic, ghost speaker)

(Shadowdrop: 29, male, codekeeper, sneaky, good teacher, eloquent speaker)

(Halibutdusk: 29, male, warrior, gloomy, masterful storyteller, clever)

(Wildclaw: 29, female, caretaker, fierce, trusted advisor)

(Carnationspeckle: 39, female, caretaker compassionate, fish-like swimmer)

(Downstar: 96, female, leader, adventurous, trusted advisor, very clever)

Burdockcreek’s mangled tail has healed, but the injury left him scarred. He bats his injured tail for a while, entertaining himself.

[Image ID: Burdockcreek’s tail is lined in scars. Under Burdockcreek, it says - CONDITION: MANGLED TAIL.]

(Burdockcreek: 31, male, historian, competitive, lore keeper)

Wildclaw confessed her feelings to Rattlepelt but got rejected. She immediately slipped on some rocks and dislocated her paw.

[Image ID: Wildclaw walks away from Rattlepelt. Under Wildclaw, it says + CONDITION: DISLOCATED PAW.]

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Shadowdrop may have been unlucky in love (and grumpy, and gloomy, and strangely absent as of late) but Wildclaw would not repeat her brother’s mistakes. If she had feelings for someone, she would act on them before anyone else could. And by the stars, she had feelings.

And she had the perfect opportunity, too; Rattlepelt had a meeting planned with LynxClan and SlugClan artisans to share the latest knowledge and tricks of leather-making, and she would need an escort. Sure, technically escorting artisans like that was a warrior’s job, and Downstar initially asked Scrubmask to join the young artisan, but a bit of confidence (and a lot of begging) let Wildclaw take the lead.

Sitting through the meeting was a bit like when the fox bit into Wildclaw’s tail moons ago. Rattlepelt had no time for her caretaker escort, and instead showed a new apprentice how to properly prepare leather for future crafts. The other escorts wandered around the Gathering grounds and had decent conversation, but Wildclaw wasn’t there for small talk. She was there to secure her future, even though it meant sitting through a storm and getting soaked through her skin.

Sunset was half over by the time Wildclaw and Rattlepelt finally started for home. Rattlepelt’s fox pelt burned in the dusk light peeking through the thinning clouds, a gift from Wildclaw to the molly of her affections. Wildclaw steadied herself and cleared her throat. Rattlepelt watched Wildclaw from the corner of her eye.

“Rattlepelt,” Wildclaw began, dragging her paws along the wet grass, “there’s something I’m hoping to try with you.”

“What would that be?” Rattlepelt asked. The fox head slipped off her slick gray skin, revealing her pointy white ear.

“It doesn’t have to be anything serious,” Wildclaw said. She picked up speed as her usual confidence surged back into her voice. “I was thinking that we could start seeing each other romantically. We don’t have to call each other mates yet, I know that may be too sudden, but if you want to—”

“But I don’t want to,” Rattlepelt gulped.

“You don’t?” Wildclaw snapped, spinning to face Rattlepelt. However, as she turned around, she stepped on a slick rock at an awkward angle. Her paw flew out from under her. She fell on her shoulder. Her head smacked into the mud. When Wildclaw scrambled up and stood on her offending paw, pain shot through her leg and forced her back down.

“Oh, oh, are you alright?” Rattlepelt yelped, hurrying to Wildclaw’s side.

“My paw hurts,” Wildclaw growled. She swore she could see her paw swell already. She slipped on a rock? Really? She wasn’t an elder, for StarClan’s sake!

“Lean on me,” Rattlepelt said, nudging Wildclaw up. Ears burning, Wildclaw pressed into Rattlepelt and held her injured paw close. She couldn’t stand to look at Rattlepelt. “We’ll take the walk home slow. Fennelspot can take care of you then.” 

Wildclaw limped forward, but almost fell again. Rattlepelt slipped under her and caught her, almost losing her fox pelt in the process. Rattlepelt’s gentle, bony weight against Wildclaw’s chest was too much. She fell on her flank and forced her question out.

“Why don’t you want to see me?” Wildclaw huffed. Rattlepelt shifted awkwardly. The front of her fox pelt fell off and dangled at her side.

“I don’t want to be in a relationship right now,” Rattlepelt explained. “I’m hoping to mentor one of Weedfoot’s kits, and I need to help my mother with her pregnancy. I don’t get to be much of a sister to Mousesong, so I want to be a good sister to the new litter.” 

Oh. Of course that was it. For someone who thought she was so smart, Wildclaw could be rather mouse-brained at times. Why should she put her own feelings over the needs of her other Clanmates? Rattlepelt had important things to do, others to care for. Wildclaw would be a distraction. That wasn’t her place in the Clan.

“That’s understandable,” Wildclaw chuckled, her shoulders tense as she cradled her injured paw and wounded pride. “I didn’t mean to make a fuss back there.”

“Anyone can slip,” Rattlepelt assured her. “Let’s get back to camp.” Rattlepelt fixed her fox pelt and joined Wildclaw’s side. Wildclaw tested her paw, but it hurt to stand on it. So she leaned on Rattlepelt as they made their way back to RippleClan territory, just the same as they were when they left.

(Wildclaw: 29, female, caretaker, fierce, trusted advisor)

(Rattlepelt: 20, female, artisan, fierce, leather artist)

Palekit’s snake bite has healed! But both she and Ripplekit got heat exhaustion.

[Image ID: Palekit and Ripplekit sit on screen. Under Palekit, it says - CONDITION: SNAKE BITE, + CONDITION: HEAT EXHAUSTION. Under Ripplekit, it says + CONDITION: HEAT EXHAUSTION.]

(Palekit: 3, female, kit, impulsive, picky nest builder)

(Ripplekit: 3, female, kit, know-it-all, avid play-fighter, splashes in puddles)

#warrior cats #clangen #rippleclan #warriors #rippleclan story #downstar #oilstripe #weedfoot #rattlepelt #wildclaw #carnationspeckle #froggy #palekit #ripplekit #shadowdrop #halibutdusk #burdockcreek

[meluiloth]

LOTR Week Day 5: Gríma

LOTR20 Day 5: Loss . Sacrifice . Despair

Summary: Gríma Wormtongue reflects on his decisions. 704 words

“Why must I continue to tolerate your incompetence, Wormtongue?” Saruman spat, pressing his talon-like fingers to his temple as though the very presence of his servant was bringing on a headache.

The object of his fury—a small, hunched man with pale green eyes—was skulking against the wall. His black robes and hair blended seamlessly with the obsidian walls behind him; he would have been completely invisible if not for his ash-white face. He remained silent as the insult was hurled at him, so the only sound that disturbed the silence was the steady, agitated footsteps of his master as he paced the room.

“The day you have outlived your usefulness will be a joyful one indeed—and after the failure at Helm’s Deep, I believe it is drawing nearer and nearer,” continued the Wizard, throwing a dark look at Gríma, whose pale face betrayed no emotion save for an imperceptible tightening of his lips.

He had long since learned to withhold any arguments or sarcastic comments—or any comments at all besides sniveling and groveling at his master’s feet—so he contented himself with dreaming of Saruman sprawled dead somewhere, powerless and carrion-eaten. Then, it might be Gríma, not Saruman, who would hold lordship over Isengard.

“Why are you still here, Wormtongue?” barked Saruman, shattering Gríma’s thoughts. “Get out of my sight!”

Gríma did not need to be told twice—he was only too eager to remove himself from the Wizard’s presence. He scuttled from the chamber and began descending the steps, making his way to his own room.

On the way he passed a pair of Orcs, who ignored him as they laughed and discussed their latest village raid. Gríma’s sensitive nose wrinkled as he caught the stench that trailed behind them and he walked a bit faster.

He couldn’t stand the creatures; their smell alone, sour and putrid, was enough to paralyze a man even before he saw their grotesque faces.

Actually, he couldn’t stand the whole tower, with its bleak, morose silence and equally suffocating darkness.

His mind drifted unbidden to Théoden’s halls, where fires crackled robustly and the long tables were always laden with lavish feasts, when Rohan was not covered by the clouds of a coming war.

Gríma had been Théoden’s advisor long before he became Saruman’s thrall. He even had friends, he remembered, in the soldiers and nobles of Rohan. Even Éowyn could stand his company in the days of old.

Éowyn—how beautiful she was still! Even as her world collapsed around her, she faced it with dignity and pride. How he wished she loved him. Saruman had promised that as the halls of Edoras darkened she would cling to him as a pillar of steadiness—but somehow, she shrank away from him in hatred.

He could not understand it.

Saruman had also promised him power, and money, and a kingdom of his own, but just as he had lost Éowyn, so the little influence and wealth he once had slipped away from him also. He was bitterly reminded of this as he sat down on his rickety bed and stared around the sparse, cramped room Saruman had forced him to live in.

All he had given up—all he had sacrificed—had come to nothing, it seemed.

Would things have been different if he had remained faithful to Théoden? The King had given Gríma the chance to ride with him… and what if he had accepted?

He saw a brief image of himself, on the black horse he had fled Rohan with—only, he was not alone. Surrounding him were other soldiers, and the King himself. He was not riding to Isengard to cringe behind Saruman, he was going to oppose him, strike him down, and be free of the Wizard forever.

“Wormtongue!”

The moment passed. Gríma was not riding with Théoden, he was in Isengard, still bound to Saruman.

“Wormtongue!” came the Wizard’s voice again, sharper this time.

Gríma licked his lips, muttering curses. How he hated that name!

Once again the derogatory title was repeated, followed by an oath to burn his blood from his body if he did not come at once. Gríma let out a long sigh and began to shuffle resignedly back up the stairs.

“I am coming, my lord.”

A more interesting story tonight, featuring a character very much less heroic than my other ones! This story is actually one I wrote a while back (is that cheating?), but I still really like it and I think it fits this prompt.

Just a slight aside: I am in no way a Wormtongue apologist, nor do I seek to paint him in a more sympathetic light. I simply find it interesting to delve into the mind of a man who embraced being twisted and vile, and yet still saw himself as the victim in all this. He could very well have made different choices in many different points of the story... he just rejected the good every time and fell further into despair. I think it's sad and despicable.

taglist:

@lotr20, @lanthanum12, @frodothefair, @konartiste, @nimbusnight28174, @kylobith, @acornsandoaktrees

#lord of the rings #lotrweek #lotr20 #my writing #fanfic #grima wormtongue #saruman #fandom event

[lokisprettygirl]

Can I get a request for where Loki and female reader arguing how Loki is a bit insensitive sometimes and the argument gets a big heated but reader says something like "I get it I'm just a pathetic little mortal" and Loki realizes how much that hurts her and hugs her and cuddles are an apologizes so much and he'll change. (Sorry I suck at explaining)

I changed it a little bit, the prompt is still there though 💚

Warning: Angst, heartbreak, trust issues, emotionally unavailable loki

If you had to describe Loki in one word, sensitive wouldn't make it. When you met him he was brash and mean, sure he flirted with you like how he did with everyone with a running pulse but he wasn't a man of emotions you could tell. He was aloof, guarded, the only emotions he expressed were those of annoyance and anger.

He even called you a stupid little mortal when you bumped into him the first time. His brows were scrunched, nose flaring like a bull. How dare you bump into the god of mischief? It truly was a miracle that you actually fell for him, maybe you had a liking for masochism because you didn't understand how on earth you managed to fall for the most emotionally dense person.

Maybe it was because of how he treated you when you got hurt during the Ultron attack. You almost died and he was the one who was there by your side at every step of healing, nursing you back to health, taking care of you and getting you whatever you needed. You didn't get it twisted though, he still was the same insensitive Loki, scoffing and rolling his eyes whenever you annoyed him but you knew he cared. He cared a lot. 

The relationship just happened, there was an unspoken agreement between you two, he didn't claim his lifelong love for you nor did you ask him out on a date, you all were celebrating Stark's birthday so you put on a dress for a change. Then he saw you dancing with Steve of all people and his jaw clenched.

"Why were you dancing with that righteous buffoon? I truly thought you had a finer taste in men darling" he snickered and you crossed your arms.

"You don't get to judge my taste" you huffed and he was amused.

"You are pretty today" he smirked.

"I know" you smirked as well.

"You should thank me for the compliment" his teeth gritted.

"You are so ridiculous" you rolled your eyes in response.

"I am going to kiss you now" he walked closer to you as his voice raised.

"Huhh I dare you to do it because I'm going to kiss you back" you raised your voice to equate his tone and he just grabbed your face and kissed you. That was it, he didn't have to serenade you or impress you with fancy dates, you just felt as if you belonged with him. You knew he was loyal to you and you were his lady like he told you. 

During the course of the relationship, you tried your best to understand him as much as you could, but he was still an enigma. You had never seen a man so out of touch with his emotions. But then you found out that his past was what turned him into this, Thor spilled some tea during breakfast once,

"Thor, can I ask a personal question?" You looked at him and he smirked. He knew it was about his brother.

"Go ahead lady y/n" 

"Has Loki ever been in love?" 

"Lady y/n if you were a native of Asgard you wouldn't have this query at all, the tale of Loki and his beloved Sigyn is still being shared to this day" he smiled and you raised your eyebrows in confusion

"Our Loki fell in love with a lady there , her name was Sigyn, she was the eldest daughter of Allfather's advisor. They both vowed to live together and die together and they loved each other for hundreds of years but then Lady Sigyn fell in love with the Prince of Alfheim and our Loki was left alone, shattered and heartbroken. The day his beloved got betrothed he went inside his chamber and we didn't see him for a long time, he didn't leave those walls for a year" 

That's when you realized that he wasn't emotionally stunted, he was completely heartbroken. He got his emotions crushed so severely that he was afraid to love anymore, to trust anymore, to give himself so deeply again.

That gave you a different perspective about him, so you stopped bugging him to open up to you. He didn't say much with words but his actions spoke a lot. He loved you and you felt it.

But then you were only a human, an emotionally sensitive human that craved words of affirmation sometimes. 

"How could you miss my birthday loki?" Your eyes teared up and he sighed.

"Look I apologized several times, honestly what do you want me to do y/n?" He crossed his arms and tears spilled down from your eyes, that softened his features but he didn't budge from his place.

"I just want you to tell me that you care" 

"Really? We are back to that now? Why you mortals are such sensitive beings, for norns sake it's just a birthday, it comes every year" he mumbled and it made you gasp.

"Right you are right, it's my fault to expect a birthday wish from the man that I love.." 

"Don't do that now.." he interjected but you stopped him.

"No no you are absolutely right .I'm just a stupid little mortal afterall " 

You grabbed your bag and stormed out of the room. You didn't want to fight with him but he had the tendency to act like a total ass sometimes. 

After a few hours when you returned to the shared room he was sprawled out on the bed, on his side, but he wasn't sleeping. You knew that really well. So you showered and changed into your sleeping clothes. Then you laid down next to him

"I am sorry" he mumbled softly but you didn't respond "Say something will you?" You didn't say anything again.

"Really darling? Normally you keep going on and on about every menial complexities but now you are giving me the silent treatment when we are in the middle of a serious quarrel?" 

You turned to your side and faced away from him, he heard your sobs and that's when his own eyes teared up. He never wanted to hurt you like this, but he didn't know how to love you the way you wanted him to. He gave his all to someone who didn't deserve it and now he was incapable of giving his love to someone who deserved it truly, who tolerated his mood swings, who was willing to love him at his worst. You shouldn't even be here after the way he treated you on your birthday but you came back because you knew he despised sleeping alone.

He scooted closer to you, wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into him, your back pressed against his chest and you felt his lips pressing soft kisses on your neck.

"Why do you tolerate me y/n? I don't deserve it, you don't deserve this" he whispered softly so you turned around to look at him.

"Because I love you, so do you love me or do you just love having someone around?" 

Your eyes filled with fresh tears and so did his. That moment was the moment of awakening for him, he was going to open up to you finally because he didn't want to lose you too. He can't survive another heartbreak, he was lucky to even find someone again.

"I love you darling, I do love you" he pressed a kiss on your forehead and you sighed.

"What is it loki? What makes you feel as if you can't talk to me about your feelings?" he sighed as you said that

"Fear" 

"Fear of what?" 

"Fear of you leaving me to fend for myself once I have given you every little piece of me" he pulled away from you and sat up on the bed, he was already feeling weak because of that confession, he was feeling how he used to feel before. That man was weak and he wasn't strong enough to be that man anymore.

"Oh loki" you jolted up and grabbed his hands in yours before his thoughts would wander "I know you have been hurt before Loki, I know your heart was broken by someone you trusted fully. But you need to know that I'm not her" he looked at you and he shook his head. 

"I never compared you to her darling, it's not you that scares me, it's me, I got all in..I allowed that relationship to consume me, I made her the reason for my happiness and my sorrows. I nearly killed myself when she chose someone else over me. For months only one thought bothered me, that I wouldn't be in so much of agony if I didn't share so much of me with her. It wouldn't hurt so bad If I hadn't allowed her to learn all of my insecurities and see me at my most vulnerable. All the flaws that I carried with me, she knew of them, and she chose someone that didn't have those flaws, that crushed me " 

You wrapped your arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. His words hurt you deeply, but you could never even imagine hurting him like that. You'd never choose anybody else over him, even with his flaws and quirks you knew he just wanted to be loved.

"I know baby I know it hurts, and you didn't deserve all that pain. But you have to let that hurt go baby. By doing this you are not preventing your heart from being hurt again, you are preventing yourself from healing, you need to let go so you can heal" he wrapped his arms around you and then you heard him sniffing so you just held him tightly and caressed his back, you knew that it wasn't the words he wanted to hear in that moment. It was your touch, your company, it was the security that he needed. 

"I'm sorry darling, I am so sorry for being so awful with you, don't leave me please, I'll get better I promise" he mumbled between his sobs so you pulled away and kissed his forehead.

"I won't leave, I promise okay? If I wanted to I would have. I love you loki and I just want you to be happy.. want you to be happy with me, I need you to open your heart and trust me, can you do that please?"

He nodded as you said that even though he knew it wouldn't be so easy, he has been bottling up his feelings since she left him. He swore to never feel so strongly for anyone again but then he met you, he has hurt you plenty already and he didn't want to do it anymore. He wanted to heal so he could treat you the way you deserved to be treated.

Of Course it didn't happen overnight, he had his setbacks, sometimes he went back to his shell again but you didn't give up on him, you brought him out, held his hands and you stood by his side. And everytime he noticed even a smidgen of hurt on your face his heart clenched and melted into a puddle, the heart that he sure thought didn't even beat anymore. 

All he knew was that he wasn't going to punish you and himself for her mistakes anymore.

#loki #loki x female reader #loki x reader fluff #loki x reader angst #loki x reader #loki x reader insert #loki x reader fic #loki x you #asks requests #loki fics #loki oneshot

[inaris-mage-of-storms]

Thank you to @mewhoismyself for the idea of Scott confiding his story and feelings to Sausage! It took a little bit of a different direction than I first planned, but I hope you'll still like it.

(Content warning for swearing and suggestive conversation/brief discussion of a previous intimate encounter.)

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Scott gave the gathered cornflower petals one last rough chop before dumping them in the bowl and picking up a pestle. Sausage sat next to him with a bowl full of dandelion petals, and they sat together in the sunshine streaming in through the open windows of the flower barn as they ground down the flowers.

"Jimmy was asking about you the other day," said Sausage, and Scott glanced up at the sly tone in his voice.

"Was he? Why?" asked Scott, keeping his voice steady and disinterested even as his heart fluttered.

"He said you haven't been by lately for any gunpowder or terracotta." Sausage added a splash of linseed oil to the bowl and continued grinding. "Asked if I knew if you'd be in Tumble Town again anytime soon."

"I haven't needed any," said Scott, certainly not disappointed that the sheriff was only concerned about business. Chromia's storehouses were overflowing with Tumble Town exports, and he'd finally had to give in to his advisors' demands that he stop making unnecessary trips to the mesa for supplies they didn't need.

Sausage rolled his eyes. "I know that, silly. And I guarantee he knows that. It was his way of saying he misses you!"

"Nonsense," said Scott. "Hand me the oil."

Sausage passed it over. "Honestly! How long are you going to keep pretending you aren't interested?" Scott only hummed noncommittally, and Sausage huffed at him. "You like him, he likes you. Someone needs to make a move already."

"I think you're misreading the situation," said Scott, tilting the bowl to check the thickness of the forming dye.

"I think you're scared," said Sausage. "Don't give me that look! Does this need more oil?"

Scott glanced over. "A little bit. I'm not scared. You're just wrong."

"I'm never wrong about love!" said Sausage confidently. "You know, my offer to give you some seduction tips still stands," he grinned. "Jimmy and I have gotten awfully close during a meeting or two."

"That's nice. I don't care."

Sausage scraped the sides of the bowl and continued mixing. "You wouldn't think it with how easily he gets embarrassed, but he's a vocal little thing once you get him going."

"I don't want to hear it, Sausage."

"There's this spot on the inside of his thighs that's really sensitive, and if you get your mouth on it he absolutely sings - "

"Sausage. Enough." At the waver in Scott's voice Sausage stopped talking and looked at him in surprise. "I know, okay? I know how vocal he can be. How he likes to nibble on your neck. He always goes for right here first." He touched a spot under his jawline before continuing.

"I know the way he keeps his attention on you, even when he's so lost in pleasure he can't think clearly. How he likes his hair pulled, and likes to be praised. The way he wraps his legs around your waist and tells you exactly what he wants." The air around them felt thick, even as a breeze stirred the flowers around them, and he felt like someone had slid a frozen knife between his ribs at the memories of things he would never experience again. "I know, Sausage. And I don't really want to hear all about how you know."

Scott took a deep breath, regretting his outburst immediately. His hands were shaking, and he set the bowl of dye down beside him. In, out, he reminded himself, reaching desperately for the composure that shielded him at all times. He closed his hands into fists, and when he opened them they were steady again.

"Oh, Scott." Sausage's voice was mournful. "I'm sorry. I was only trying to tease you, maybe make you a little jealous so you'd do something. I'm so sorry. I didn't know it would upset you that badly. Or that you and he had ever been..."

Scott rubbed a hand under his eye to hide the tears that he would never admit were forming, not caring about the blue smear it left on his cheek. "It's fine. It's not like I've ever said anything about it." He attempted a smile. "I have to keep some secrets. Being mysterious is part of what makes me so sexy."

Sausage launched himself at Scott and wrapped him in a tight hug. "I'm sorry," he apologized again. "I won't mention our uh, private meetings, again."

Scott patted him on the back awkwardly. "I appreciate it. Let go of me."

Sausage sat back and they resumed working on the dyes. "There's something I don't understand, though," he said. "I've known you both for a long time now. When on earth did the two of you get that close in the first place, and then go through what I can only assume was a nasty breakup judging by the way you both avoid each other while exchanging longing glances across rooms?"

"We do not exchange - " He sighed at the disbelieving look Sausage gave him. "It was a long time ago." Satisfied with the consistency of the dye, he set it aside and picked up more petals. "You remember me telling you about how Fwhip and I first met?"

"Yeah," said Sausage. "That was a long time ago, right?"

"It was," said Scott. "It was years before I lost my eye. Years before I was an acrobat. Can you work on a batch of magenta if you're done with that one?" He handed over some lilac petals. "After I left Gobland, I kept going south. By summer I was crossing the savanna that borders the mesa, and one day I spotted a little farmhouse by the river."

As the day went on, Sausage and Scott continued making dyes while Scott told his story. When he reached the end and fell silent, Sausage wiped at his eyes. "Oh, Scott."

"Please don't hug me again," said Scott warily, and Sausage laughed. Scott turned to look at the door, thinking he heard a noise, then relaxed as he saw a stray cat curl up on the window ledge outside. "But now do you believe me, when I tell you Jimmy is absolutely not interested in a relationship with me?"

"Nope!" Scott stared at him in disbelief, and Sausage shook his head. "Scott, he loved you. That much is obvious. Now I won't lie, you really fucked up - " He ignored Scott's noise of complaint. " - but that doesn't mean it's hopeless."

"No, it..." Scott sighed. "There's more."

"Oh, no."

"Not long after I established Chromia, I wrote to him under official capacity. I didn't mention my name, just requested a meeting to purchase some gunpowder and discuss an alliance." He found a rag and wiped at the dye stains on his hands, knowing it was a futile effort. "He didn't recognize me. He doesn't know who I am. And no, I'm not going to tell him," he said, cutting off the next sentence he knew was about to come from his friend.

"You are the worst at communicating your feelings," said Sausage. "It's not healthy! You need to talk to him. It'll probably suck, but once you apologize and talk it out - "

"I can't," said Scott softly. "What do I even say? 'Hi Jimmy. Remember that time my fear of imprisonment was stronger than my love for you and I walked away after breaking your heart? So sorry about that. Let's get dinner sometime.'" He shook his head, and began putting away the dye-making supplies they'd been using.

"I mean, I'd say it with a little more sincerity than that, but - "

"No." Scott's voice was firmer this time. "He'll hate me. And he has every right, but I can't bear to face that. Ever since we met again, I've only loved him more every day." His voice wavered again. "I'd rather live in this purgatory of getting to see him and never be close, than the hell that would be never seeing him at all."

"This isn't sustainable," said Sausage quietly, putting away the last pestle and stepping back to let Scott lock the cabinet.

"Maybe not," admitted Scott. "But I'm no stranger to walking a tightrope for as long as I can, even if I fall in the end. I want him to be happy, Sausage, and he won't find that with me."

He walked over to the window and leaned out to pull it shut, startling the cat into jumping down. He looked down the path after it, then down at the ground to see a figure sitting under the window with his back against the wall. The eavesdropper looked up at him with a wide-eyed guilty look, startled at being caught.

"...Jimmy?"

series masterpost

#file: storm writes things #farmboy au #empiresshipping #flower husbands #esmp fanfic #this goes under non-canon for now but we'll see how the plot develops

[spatio-rift]

takahashi is saikos love advisor because he reads bl. though if you ask him hell say he totally doesnt, yuck, and theyre his sisters books, but saiko knows he not only doesnt have a sister but the one sibling he does have is still in preschool, so that rules him out too. not that bl tropes are particularly good for love counseling, but yokota and murata mostly read horror, so. not much of a choice here. saiko doesnt even listen to his advice anyway, which is why he told aren he liked him roughly 2 minutes after figuring it out himself, and ended up in the nurses office with a bloody nose because aren thought he was making fun of him (hed just started considering he was maybe probably not completely straight and was very sensitive about it, so talk about poor timing!). but aren actually felt really sorry about it once he got that saiko was serious, and he stayed with him the whole morning, and really saiko was fine after a bit but pretended to be seriously wounded to get out of gym class again, and they started dating a week later, so its not like he really needed takahashis advice anyway.

#saipsi #kubometo #$quad #you can tell when somethings been rotating in my mind for a while cuz i keep casually mentioning it in posts lol #saiko metori

[funkymbtifiction]

27 Tritype Connections

By Karkino.

How the combinations interact and/or amplify each other.

1 + 2 Node (125, 126, 127) The Guide • Enhance the natural wings of 1 and 2; • Double compliant; • May secretly feel as if they are better than others; • Feel that they must help people grow; • Mix of warmth and cold attitude; • May push people too much; "I know you can do better"; • Easily frustrated with laziness, inattentive behavior; • Strong internal critic; "I must show the example, I must be nice and accepting, etc." • Extremely sensitive to ungratefulness.

1 + 3 Line (135, 136, 137) The Super Achiever • Double competent; • Strong work ethics and desire to perform; • Internal critic : "I must deliver and be the best yet be humble about it"; • Internal struggle between the needs to be correct/fair and to be praised/admired; • On of the most productive and efficient combinations; • Perfectionist and Critical about their work and image; • Very sensitive to social recognition, even if not dominant social instinct; • Can become workaholic; "My work is my worth" • Very cold, rigid personality. May be a bit less strong with a 2 wing.

1 + 4 Line (145, 146, 147) The Humanist • Enhances the natural line of 1/4; • Double frustration; • Ethical and spiritual traits of the 1 is highlighted; • Hard to please, critical of self and others; • "There's always something missing ; You don't understand"; • Conflicting relationship with their emotions : refrain from feeling, then let go; • May have religious/spiritual tendencies; • Can become a highly refined individual, with unique tastes and values; • Can look very NF (MBTI) even if not.

1 + 5 Line (154, 153, 152) The Rational • Highly cerebral; • Usually displays intellectual tastes and hunger for knowledge; • Not easily satisfied with the superficial answers; knows what and how to search for them; • Very structured mind; likes to organize information (MBTI can modify that); • Attentive and focused; Can easily dive into its mind; • Very curious; always want to know why you think this or that; • Very aloof and distant, even with a 2 wing or fix; • Can give extremely detailed and structured information; • May be awkward in social settings, not known for its spontaneity.

1 + 6 Line (162, 163, 164) The Guardian • Double Compliant; • Most structured-oriented of all combinations; • Usually likes to plan ahead and know where they going; • Trust is not only a concept, but a vital line of conduct; • May be a bit intolerant of innovative and counterculture ideas; • Can often take a leadership role and be sensitive to the underdog cause; • Can look very SJ (MBTI) even if not; • Critical outlook but still can be congenial and understanding (especially if dominant self-preservation instinct).

1 + 7 Line (127, 137, 147) The Catalyst • Enhances the natural line of 1/7; • Very internally conflicted : wants structure and freedom; • May let go of the pressure of the internal critic more easily than the other 1 combinations; • Can look serious and enthusiastic at the same time; • Can implement order and morals in a fun and colorful way; • Perfectionist, even in their creative side; • May be hard to follow with their high ideals; • Unpredictable emotional demonstrations, mostly anger and frustration (especially if dominant sexual instinct); • Often a strong connection to their intuitive function (MBTI).

2 + 5 Line (125, 258, 259) The Advisor • Double rejection; • Emotionally guarded but appears amiable; • Often strong observational skills, especially for people; • Good listeners; • Sociable, but need time for themselves; • Help people by giving out advice, tips and personal knowledge; • Often express their anger in an indirect fashion, even if core 8; • Can spend a long time of their day observing and analyzing people; • Often hidden intentions, not truly open with what they want.

2 + 6 Line (126, 268, 269) The Helper • Double compliant; • Most service-oriented combination; • Attentive to others' needs; • Likes to be part of a team or be with people in general; • Values comes from being helpful and trustworthy; • Both energies combine well : 2's pride with 6's fear makes an overall great friend; • Fear to be excluded, outside of the social circle, even if not dominant social instinct; • Anxious to be of service, may create opportunities to help; • May be clingy and dependent.

2 + 7 Line (127, 278, 279) The Jovialist • Double positive outlook; • Very sociable and gregarious; • Natural entertainer, likes to laugh; • Possess natural charm and humor to entice people; • Bored and anxious when alone, needs the crowd to be stimulated; • 2w3 are often paired with this fix; • Looks SP or Extroverted Feeling (MBTI) even if not; • Doesn't like negativity at all; • Could help being a little more realistic about facing their problems.

2 + 8 Line (258, 268, 278) The Protector • Enhances the natural 2/8 line; • Double rejection; • Help people in a forceful, direct approach; • Very sensitive to being ignored or rejected; • "I know what's better for you than you do, so lemme help!"; • Most protective combination of all; • Can get very angry quickly, then apologize in fear of being unloved; • Mama/papa bear archetype.

2 + 9 Line (259, 269, 279) The Benevolent • Double positive outlook; • Soft, healing quality; • Dreamy, yet also focused on others; • Quiet presence but often ready to comfort with positive words; • Unassertive, may not know how to deal with negativity; • If core 2, softens a lot of the pride edges and may be blind to it; • If self-preservation dominant, may show their love with practical tasks (cooking, chores, etc.); • Very humble combination; • If sexual dominant, may become the supportive wife or husband, fusing with their mate.

3 + 5 Line (135, 358, 359) The Professional • Double competent; • Like to be known for their technical expertise; • Assumed image of a know-it-all, the game trivia nightmare; • Gives a core 5 more versatility and confidence to show what they're made of; • Productive, yet work at their own pace, may be procrastinator (especially with 359); • May run the risk of becoming robotic and unemotional; • See feelings ask inconsequential and a lack of time (less apparent with dominant sexual instinct or 4 wing); • Conceal their true identity, shapeshifters; • Very often Thinking types in MBTI.

3 + 6 Line (136, 368, 369) The Dutiful • Enhances the natural 3/6 line; • Double Attachment; • Very loyal and productive; • They often act for the greater good of their community or partner(s); • Like to show their loyalty and love through concrete actions; • Anxious if the authority question their value or their work; • Can become competitive in order to please the thing that gives them security (bosses, parents, partners, etc.); • Can adapt their speech and mannerism in order to conform better to their surroundings; • May question authority behind its back but support and perform in front of them.

3 + 7 Line (137, 378, 379) The Persuader • Double assertive; • Very positive combination; • Charming but a bit pushy in their demeanor; • Combine efficiency with entertainment : life is a game; • Like to promote the image of a successful, happy person; • May look fake and trying too much; • Like to submit innovative and original ideas to problems; • May follow rules, but prefer to make a colorful impact; • Don't have time for negativity or dealing with psychological problems.

3 + 8 Line (358, 368, 378) The Challenger • Double assertive; • Very competitive and aggressive; • "There's nothing I can't do, just watch me" • A Fighter archetype, don't give up easily; • May show an image of invulnerability at all times; • "No, you got a problem, no me!" • Hard to let things go and let their emotions speak; • May have an overwhelming presence; • Absolutely hates to lose; very strong egotistical stance.

3 + 9 Line (359, 369, 379) The Stabilizer • Enhances the natural 3/9 line; • Double attachment; • "Yeah, no worries, I can do that"; "Let me handle this"; • Steady, productive presence; • Very adaptable and accommodating; • Are efficient but don't usually push themselves further than what's expected of them; • Can pride themselves in being tolerant, uncomplicated and agreeable; • Unemotional, dry personality; • Hide their stubbornness by only adapting in surface and doing superficial changes.

4 + 5 Node (145, 458, 459) The Introspective • Enhances the natural wings of 4 and 5; • Deep thinker and feeler; • Very introverted and private; • Feel tired quickly when they in unfamiliar events; low energy overall; • Slow to commit to new habits and persons; • Generally prefer written communication to spoken one; • Great capacity to pursue their passions and interests; • Dislike changes in environment; • They have a hard time communicating their feelings to people (a little less if dominant social instinct);

4 + 6 Line (146, 468, 469) The Sensitive Soul • Double reactive; • Take a great deal of time analyzing and sorting out their feelings and thoughts; • Anxious about their identity, about what to trust; • Most emotionally sensitive and reactive combination; • Conflict between external security and maintaining personal identity; • "Can I trust him/her?"; "I feel so vulnerable"; • When they engage into something, they always have doubts ("Is this for me?", "Will I be able to do it?") • Creative, but need reassurance in their abilities and support from others; • Can be very volatile and explosive is they feel threatened.

4 + 7 Line (147, 478, 479) The Whimsical • Double frustration; • Very idealistic but with unstable energy; • Want significance and playfulness in their work; • Very creative and imaginative, dreamy personality; • Capricious and a bit of a brat; wants this done their way; • Sadness in hidden behind impish or childlike behavior; • Bipolar/dysthymic mind; oscillate between sadness and joy; • Often easily bored; • See things that are missing in order for the situation to be magical and original.

4 + 8 Line (458, 468, 478) The Maskless • Double reactive; • Very intense character regardless of the dominant instinct; • Reject inauthentic behavior; • Feel things strongly and express them in a powerful way (especially 468); • Protect the vulnerable, the rejected, the abandoned (especially with dominant social instinct); • Often provocative and defying taboos; • Likes to dig deep into emotional traumas (especially 458); • With core 8, gives an incentive to look into their vulnerable side; • With core 4, pushes them to act upon what they believe.

4 + 9 Line (459, 469, 479) The Receptive • Double withdrawn; • Hide their sadness with a smile; • The 9 fix erodes the melancholic side of 4, making it less jarring; • The 4 fix encourages the core 9 to look into their emotional side; • Ghostly, wispy demeanor; • Very passive and often unassuming; • Good listener, but may focus too much on the sad/emotional part of the conversation; • Very sensitive to painful experiences, retreat when feeling hurt; • Can be critical, but hide their comments from the public eye.

5 + 8 Line (258, 358, 458) The Independent • Double rejection; • Enhances the natural 5/8 line; • Strategic thinking; • Can act behind-the-scenes in a surprising way; Almost ninja-like; • Silently watchful and ready to act in accordance to plan; • Mix of hot and cold energy; may be hard to follow and hard to know; • Often have a razor-sharp mind and are very good at problem-solving; • Have a difficult time connecting with others in a casual, superficial way; • Menacing presence even if unintentional (especially with core 8).

5 + 9 Line (259, 359, 459) The Observer • Double withdrawn; • Aloof and detached personality; • Like to take their time to understand things their own way; • Like their peace and quiet time in order to recharge; • Usually very intelligent, may have a hard time voicing up their opinions; • Can be very quiet, but also very talkative when talking about something they like; • When they not agree with something, they may become argumentative but often give up; • Very observant and curious about a plethora of things; • Almost always introverted MBTI type.

6 + 8 Line (268, 368, 468) The Fighter • Double reactive; • Most confrontational combination (most aggressive tritype is 368); • Want to see the truth in all situation; • Often smell something fishy that others might not detect; • Very sensitive to power dynamics (personal and social); • Argumentative and emotional even in less dramatic situations; • May see problems where they aren't, a bit paranoiac; • Very protective about what they trust and believe into; • Like to know what they're going into.

6 + 9 Line (269, 369, 469) The Follower • Double attachment; • Often unassuming when alone, feel better in groups; • Feel harmony and contentment when in a familiar environment with their peers; • Unsure about their capacity to act alone, so they side with security; • Loyal and gentle with who they know and love; Aloof and anxious about the unknown; • The 9 fix helps the core 6 relax and being more tolerant and accepting of difference; • The 6 fix helps the core 9 being less indolent and more proactive when helping others; • Usually gentle and amiable, but can become secretive and anxious if they feel threatened; • Their biggest weakness is to act and think by themselves when necessary.

7 + 8 Node (278, 378, 478) The Conqueror • Double assertive; • Enhances the natural wings of 7 and 8; • Life is a playground; "I take what I want"; • Natural hedonistic and realistic approach to life; • May take for granted what others find offensive and obnoxious; • Good negotiator; Always find a way to win something; • Quick thinker and smooth talker; direct speech but in a funny, original way; • Hate limits and regulations, to the point of circumventing or breaking rules in order to get what they want; • Have a hard time to slow down and think about the consequences at first.

7 + 9 Line (279, 379, 479) The Optimist • Double positive outlook; • Gentle and ethereal; • May be a bit out of touch with reality; • Always have a alternate positive view of even bad or tragic events; • Soft, expansive energy, always dreaming about what could be; • Often have a lazy side that don't want to deal with boring or serious tasks; • Most prone to have symptoms of Attention Deficit Disorder of all the combinations; • Create their own rosy bubble when dreary times arise; • May run the risk of being too positive and unfocused on taking real action.

#enneagram #tritype #enneagram fixes

[stephschoices]

Can we get hc’s for fallen lights mc’s too?

Yesss u can 😏🫶🏻

Cora (elemental magic, Florian route):

Spends as much time outside as possible

Loves wearing loose flowy dresses bc likes to explore and they’re easy to move around in

Tends to the flowers in the castle gardens, the official gardeners know she likes to so they always leaves some of the flowers for her on purpose

When the royals and court gets too much for Florian and she sees he needs a break she’ll pull him outside for a walk in nature

Likes to stargaze on the castle roofs with Florian 🥰 (I got a commission of this from Dakota)

Her and Florian use the same type of magic but she’s always better than him, and she’ll never let him win when sparing. She will help him practice when he asks ~

When her and Florian are married in the future she doesn’t care that she’s a queen or that’s he’s the king, she’ll still act the same as she always has. Smooch his cheek in front of nobles, shut down a bad idea from a noble, tell a noble to apologize for being rude.

Had a crush on Florian since the beginning, and knew as soon as Florian’s feelings towards her changed. But waited for him to say something (the bedroom scene) bc she didn’t want to pressure him

Inola (conjuring magic, Orion route):

Likes to surprise people with her personality. She dresses kinda intimidating, but she has a very sweet and playful personality lol

Carries a small dagger that’s attached to her thigh, she hides under her skirt

Will casually summon a spirit to find books for her in the castle library while she sits in her corner drinking tea and studying

Immediately had heart eyes for Orion after meeting him

At the beginning of crushing stage she’ll tease him so much and see how much she can fluster him 🤭

Notices quickly how he reacts when she touched him (touch starved boy), and will start casually touching him whenever possible. Thanking him while brushing his arm, pulling him by the hand to show him something. As time goes on she’ll get bolder, wiping a smudge off his face, fixing his hair to get it out of his eyes

When he’s having a hard day she’ll take him to bed and cup her hands around his face and kiss his forehead, nose, cheeks, lips. And just hold him in silence until he feels like talking

Mirielle (alchemy magic, Emil route):

Loves candles! Has many in her room with different scents.

Her favorite scent is lavender bc she finds it calming, so whenever she walks by you you’ll for sure get a small whiff of lavender 🥰

She likes making small potions to help people. If she didn’t become the kings advisor then she’d open her own apothecary

She knows Emil has wanted nothing to do with her for a while but when she sees him in a certain state, stressed or tired or a cut on him, she’ll leave a remedy in a tiny jar outside his room. She may or may not hide around the city to see if he actually takes it inside.

Even tho he acts like he hates her, she’s always suspected something wasn’t right so she’s never held his change of heart against him, even tho it hurts her. She’ll always have feelings for him until a day when he tells her to stop.

In the beginning of their relationship she’ll notice how he’s somewhat touch sensitive so she’ll start small with linking their pinkies, and nudging his shoulder. Working up to holding hands and hugging him softly

She will absolutely 100% kiss the scars on his hands

Before the go out for the day she’ll fix his hair for him, since it’s usually a mess lol

Nadya (illusionary magic, Dimitri route):

Is super shy so she likes to wear brown shades to blend in lol

Also why she likes illusionary magic, it gets people’s attention off her

Likes to go swimming to clear her mind

When she first ran into Dimitri she was shook and her face turned so red bc he’s so cute omg she wasn’t prepared

Them together is just 2 blushing stuttering fools who are clearly in love lol everyone around them is like “JUST KISS ALREADY!!”

Nadya gets cold easily so Dimitri will pull her close to him whenever possible to warm her up (they’re both still blushing)

I’ve thought the least about her I’m sorry I don’t have many hcs for her yet lol

Yvette (conjuring magic, Julian route):

Oh she’s wild. She a lil crazy.

Definition of cute but creepy. Likes wearing pink and white, enchanting clothes. But also summons spirits.

Collects crystals, specifically rosé quartz

Gives her friends all the love in the world, even Emil. But also will not hesitate to kill someone

The second she meets Julian she’s like 😳->😍

When she finds out it was spirits that caused the injury to his eye she’ll make every spirit she summons around him apologize before using them lmaoo

She will also 100% offer to kill his family for being mean to him. And anyone else. Already has 5 scenarios in mind.

She gets jealous easily. She sees a girl trying to flirt with him she’ll try and summon a spirit to scare them away, before Julian picks her up and carries her away so not to get in trouble 😂

EDIT: I forgot this one but also bc of the Julian spirit situation when she has to fight with him around she’ll hold off on summoning until he’s not close by and stick to physical fighting, but then as soon as he’s away she’ll summon like 100 spirits 😂 the enemies just like “👁️👁️ *runs away”

#ask #anon #about my mcs #mc: cora #with florian 💞 #mc: inola #with orion 💞 #mc: mirielle #with emil 💞 #mc: nadya #with dimitri 💞 #mc: yvette #with julian 💞

[serenofroses]

prompt: [untilted bc i can't think of one for this]

character: Darth Marr.

setting: around sometime after Enemies with Benefits snippet.

a/n: heavy canon divergent, transfem zabrak Marr, imperial agent story arc, Seren writing self indulgent snippet outta of her head.

A knock on the door.

"Darth Marr?"

The Sith warlord heaved an annoyed sigh as their planned late evening was interrupted, glanced over from the datapad to the echani standing by the door.

"I'm busy, Beniko, what is it?"

"There's someone here requesting to see you." Lana informed them.

Marr made a disapproved grunt.

Oh for...

"If it one of those fucking persistent suitors coming back to beg for my hand in marriage, tell them I'm not interested." Marr voiced their annoyance, wanting to get back to what they were reading.

This file clearly was more important than to deal with unnecessary game of courters.

"Well, it would seem that being a War Hero and a defender of the Empire does come with some perks." Lana pointed out the obivous, "I do not envy your tolerance with them."

Marr let out an exasperated sigh, "And?"

"It cannot be helped that your status attracted a lot of unwanted attention. You find that many expressed desire to be courted by a 'famous' Sith Lord." Lana stated.

"Famous isn't what I call myself, Beniko."

"Then explain why a statue was built in your honour?"

Marr made a deadpan stare at the echani. Lana, in return, smirked in response.

"Tell whoever it is to go bother someone else." Marr looked away to resume reading the datapad.

"Except this time it wasn't a suitor." Lana getting straight to the point, "And she insisted it's urgent her information must be for your ears only."

Huh, this better be good, they mused as this had gotten their attention.

"In that case... send her in." Marr tells her, "And get some shut eye. I do not need to find you nor Vortena passed out at your desks first thing in the morning."

Lana snorted in amusement, "Will do, my lord."

The echani instructed the visitor to go inside before she left the two alone in privacy. Marr watched the middle aged pureblood woman stepped inside and approached towards the desk within their office, curious on what prompted this woman to seek an audience with them at this late hour in the evening.

"Speak." Marr spoke in a commanding tone.

"Forgive me for the intrusion at this hour, Lord Marr," she began, "But I have… information to share."

"And what information do you provide for me?"

The pureblood paused for a brief moment before confirming, "Information regarding the identity of Jadus' Hand."

That piqued Marr's interest as they set the datapad aside on the desk and leaned forward to sit upright in their chair with hands grasped together and stared at the woman.

They hoped this information wouldn't send them on a wild goose chase. As far as Marr know--the rumour circling around the Hand was being an Intelligence agent with the use of vibroknife as killing motto. There wasn't any signs of the Force or lightsaber mark amongst the victims.

"Oh? How did you come to acquire the information and live to tell at this urgency?"

"I serve Lord Jadus." the woman tell them.

That explains it. They didn't sense any Force sensitivity within this woman but it's not unusual.

"Does Jadus know you are here?"

Or, perhaps Jadus started to suspect Marr was looking to dig deeper into the Hand's identity.

"No." she shook her head, "I came at my own accord."

Marr made a hum watching the pureblood woman before them, clearing their throat as they proceed on, “I trust you understand the risk to seek me out? You are aware given the nature… of the tensions between myself and Jadus?”

“I’m not going to lie–it did cross my mind before I approach you. My price of loyalty would come with a cost,” the pureblood made a sharp breath, keeping her posure straight as she continued her reasonings, “Now after since Jadus sent the Hand to eliminate one of their advisors, I couldn’t sit idle any longer not knowing what they plan to do next.”

Marr heard about this news couple of months ago–more specifically the unfortunate death of Vyord Yanol who reportedly fled to Nar Shadda, which had reached the Dark Council's ears, and since then the Emperor's loyalists were mysteriously killed.

Nobody confronted Jadus–completely too petrified to speak up–while the Emperor remained in silent for some time in the last four years after the Treaty of Coruscant took place prior.

“You’re more than willing to betray Jadus?”

“Even so, I wouldn’t have sought you out if I wasn’t planning to.”

“Point taken. That took a lot of guts to go against the Emperor’s Heir.” Marr admitted, having to applaud this woman’s courage when no other servants would survive should they turn on their Sith Masters. Getting back to the point, “Alright, who is the Hand?” they asked, eager to know the identity.

“You’re not going to harm her if I tell you?” the pureblook hesitate with worry laced within her voice, "She's the reason why I came here."

“The Hand is a woman?”

The pureblood acknowledged with a short nod, “Force Blind too. She’s–”

“…Trained to be a Cipher Agent.” Marr finished after her, knowing the obvious answer, “I figured that as much.”

Given the rumours, this seem to fit Jadus’ preferences to favour the company of non-force users more. Interesting, they thought.

"I fear for her. She’s young–a lot to live for and doesn’t deserved to be caught up into it.” the pureblood continued, “But I know for sure that Lord Jadus wouldn’t let her out of their sights.”

Marr was intrigued, “Why is that?”

“They’re currently courting her.”

Jadus is courting their Hand too? That’s news, Marr added in musing, albeit surprised by this development.

They recalled the time when Emperor Tenebrae had sent suitors in attempts to marry his Heirs off and it became to the point that Jadus had enough by remaking the suitors into cyborg bodyguards.

Tenebrae had backed off. But, the thought had left others terrified of the consequences should they turn on Jadus.

Marr wanted to investigate more into this and to seek this Hand out for themselves, “Then I need a name.” they demanded for answer.

“Anastasia Nevrakis.”

Hearing her name had left Marr into a stunned silence.

Their eyes drifted back and forth between the woman and the datapad through their visor.

".... Fuck." they cursed in a whispered tone.

The pureblood woman stared at the Sith warlord with a worried expression, wondering whether she said something wrong or regret her decision to reveal the Hand's name.

"Is something's wrong?"

Marr sensed her doubt, "No. You did the right thing coming forward."

"That's... good to know." she said with a mild relief but cautious as the name seem to have set Marr off.

"You should return before Jadus start to suspect something." Marr advised her turning their gaze at her.

"I--..." the woman was about to say more but held back, "Yes, of course. Thank you for a moment of your time, Lord Marr." She then bowed her head respectfully and procceed to dismiss herself from the office.

"Just one condition--" Marr spoke, stopping the woman from leaving just yet, "--Keep an eye on her. Watch her--that's all I ask."

The pureblood understood with a nod before turning on her heels to exit out of the office.

The Sith watched her leave. The visor of their mask gazed downward to the datapad laid in front of them--an intelligence file displaying the same name and a photo of the red haired miraluka-sith hybrid with the two renowned Sith Lords listed as her parents.

The same person that Marr saw in their vision not long ago.

Jadus had the Wrath's daughter under their control? I need to find a way to reach out to her before it gets worse.

#swtor #seren swtor writings #ch: darth marr #darth marr

[disneymbti]

The Duncan parents and PJ Gabe and Toby from Good Luck Charlie

Hi there, sweetie! I really hope you like this a lot!

Bob Duncan's MBTI Type, Big Three and Enneagram Type

MBTI Type: ISFJ [The Defender]

ISFJ types need time alone to re-energize. They are self-sufficient and independent thinkers.

They are very observant and prefer to focus on the details of every situation. They listen to and follow past experience and present understandings.

Defenders prioritize the emotional needs of others. They make decisions based on what feels right, rather than what might make most logical sense.

They also prefer structure and organization, tending to follow rules and processes to an end goal. They are responsible and have a strong work ethic.

Big Three: Cancer Sun, Libra Moon and Taurus Rising

Cancer Sun: Ruled by the Moon, Cancers are emotionally mature, intuitive, sensitive, and artistic. They are guided by their tender, loving, and protective hearts.

Libra Moon: Moon in Libra is makes for a relationship-oriented individual. They may base their decisions upon how they are viewed by others. 

Taurus Rising: Those with Taurus risings exude grace and sophistication, and handle business with a sweet disposition.

Enneagram Type: 9w8 [The Advisor]

Basic Fear: Nine wing eights are afraid of being separated from the world. They avoid this by preventing conflict; however, their eight wing also encourages them to be assertive, which can create an internal tension.

Basic Desire: Their basic desire is to be internally balanced. They seek to be at peace with themselves and others.

Advisors defend themselves by numbing their negative emotions through routine and repetitive patterns. They avoid facing their own internal struggles by distracting themselves in this way.

Amy Duncan's MBTI Type, Big Three and Enneagram Type

MBTI Type: ESFP [The Entertainer]

ESFPs are very outgoing and lively people. They thrive in groups and prefer not to spend too much time alone.

They are very observant, focusing closely on the details rather than the grand scheme. They think in terms of the present.

Entertainers tend to prioritize emotion when making decisions, concerning themselves more with how their decisions will affect others. They are empathetic and diplomatic.

They rely more on opportunity than rigid scheduling. They are spontaneous and playful people, with a passion for finding new adventures.

Big Three: Leo Sun, Aries Moon and Cancer Rising

Leo Sun: The Sun rules the sign Leo, which is why Leo Suns all about ego, will, and character. They’re known to be creative, playful, and bold.

Aries Moon: Lunar Aries are known to be emotionally responsive and impulsive at times, as they lead with fiery passions over than logic or reason.

Cancer Rising: Cancer ascendants tend to wear their hearts on their sleeves and take care of those they love.

Enneagram Type: 3w2 [The Enchanter]

Basic Fear: Enneagram type three wing twos are afraid of failing and being unworthy of love. They avoid this by setting and accomplishing goals, in order to feel successful and worthy.

Basic Desire: Their basic desire is to be admired and accepted. They seek value through accomplishment, which may push them deeper into their work.

Enchanters tend to adjust their persona to their audience, in order to feel as though they are easily liked, which may lead to playing a character rather than being themselves.

PJ Duncan's MBTI Type, Big Three and Enneagram Type

MBTI Type: ENFP [The Campaigner]

ENFP types are generally very outgoing and lively, preferring to go out rather than stay in. They love conversing with other people and generally process their thoughts externally.

They are great problem solvers and enjoy figuring out how everything is connected. They tend to focus more on the future than the present.

Campaigners like to keep the peace and avoid conflict. They care more about subjective principles than logic and fact. 

They are flexible and spontaneous, preferring to keep their options open. They dislike routines, schedules, and strict rules.

Big Three: Pisces Sun, Cancer Moon and Leo Rising

Pisces Sun: The planetary ruler for Pisces is Jupiter and Neptune, which gives Pisces Suns a sentimental, intuitive, imaginative, and dreamy nature. 

Cancer Moon: The emotions of Cancer Moons have no limits, restraints, or depths. This is a cosmic placement that often leads to sweetness, kindness, emotional awareness and responsibility. 

Leo Rising: Leo ascendants bask in the glow of sunlight, radiating positivity and charm. Performers through and through, those with this friendly, radiant, and outgoing placement exude confidence and strength.

Enneagram Type: 7w6 [The Pathfinder]

Basic Fear: Sevens with a six wing have a deeply-rooted fear of missing out. They want to be trustworthy and honor commitments, but they also want to leave room to allow for last-minute opportunities.

Basic Desire: Their basic desire is to feel fulfilled and happy. They express this by searching for joy in every small thing that comes their way.

Pathfinders defend themselves by rationalizing away negative feelings. They unconsciously convince themselves that they are happy, even when they are not.

Gabe's Duncan's MBTI Type, Big Three and Enneagram Type

MBTI Type: ENTP [The Debater]

As extroverts, ENTP types have higher levels of energy and love being around other people. They tend to avoid being alone.

They are more interested in the big picture than on specifics and details. They love solving complex problems and have a great sense of intuition. 

Debaters make decisions based on logic. They care less about what makes people happy and more about what’s right.

They dislike schedules and routine, preferring to keep their options open. They love surprise experiences and challenge the need for rules and regulations.

Big Three: Gemini Sun, Sagittarius Moon and Aries Rising

Gemini Sun: Geminis are chatty and talkative, priding themselves on being in-the-know when it comes to news and gossip. Their dualistic nature allows them to see situations from a number of perspectives.

Sagittarius Moon: The Moon is considered to be lucky in Sagittarius, as it brings excitement, adventure, and abundance. However, those with Sagittarius Moons can be defensive at times.

Aries Rising: Aries ascendants are known as the go-getters of the zodiac. They don’t let anything stand in their way of achieving their personal goals.

Enneagram Type: 7w8 [The Opportunist]

Basic Fear: Seven with an eight wing fear being deprived. They want to pursue new opportunities and avoid being controlled by schedules.

Basic Desire: Their basic desire is to content and satisfied. They love experiencing the world by travelling and going to parties.

Opportunists defend themselves by justifying others’ negative actions and rationalizing away bad feelings.

Toby Duncan's MBTI Type, Big Three and Enneagram Type

MBTI Type: ENTJ [The Commander]

As ENTJs, Commanders are talkative, high energy, and thrive around people. They seek action and tend to involve themselves in events. They prefer not to spend too much time alone.

They focus more on the big picture than on tiny details—they’re interested in how everything connects together and trust their internal thought process more than they trust past experience.

ENTJs use logic rather than emotion in decision making. They tend to follow what makes sense, rather than what feels right.

They are structured, organized, like to plan ahead and know what’s going to happen. They appreciate rules, processes, and schedules.

Big Three: Cancer Sun, Gemini Moon and Sagittarius Rising

Cancer Sun: Ruled by the Moon, Cancers are emotionally mature, intuitive, sensitive, and artistic. They are guided by their tender, loving, and protective hearts.

Gemini Moon: Ruled by winged messenger, Mercury, Gemini Moons enjoy discussing their complex feelings with others in order to gain a mindful and clear emotional perspective.

Sagittarius Rising: Sagittarius risings are jovial, optimistic, and full of energy. They sparkle with confidence, and you can't help but sparkle back when you're around them.

Enneagram Type: 8w7 [The Nonconformist]

Basic Fear: Eight with a seven wing fear being controlled by others. They dislike authority and prefer to work alone.

Basic Desire: Their basic desire is to remain in control of their own lives. They also want other people to be free, and are often advocates for those less able.

Nonconformists defend themselves by denying vulnerability. They don’t want to appear weak and therefore avoid situations that may leave them exposed or defenseless.

#bob duncan #amy duncan #pj duncan #gabe duncan #toby duncan #disneymbti #good luck charlie #disney channel #disney #mbti types #isfj #esfp #entp #entj #astrology #zodiac signs #cancer sun #libra moon #taurus rising #leo sun #aries moon #cancer rising #pisces sun #cancer moon #leo rising #gemini sun #sagittarius moon #aries rising #gemini moon #sagittarius rising

[labrats-and-clonetroopers]

“Ignorant” Kit Fisto x Reader Drabble, Star Wars: The Clone Wars

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Relationship: Romantic

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The moment you see him you’re reminded of someone else. 

It’s because of the athletic build, you think. After all, you’ve seen many nautolans over the years that never triggered the memory of that particular one. You’re not even sure why the memory is still so strong. Maybe it was because you had been mildly disappointed when he died. So much potential wasted. 

You study the face of the jedi now striding over to the bar. You lean back in the darkened booth at the corner of the establishment, nursing a drink you won’t bring to your lips. You think it’s possible he could be related to that barbaric creature; force sensitivity tends to cling to bloodlines. 

Yes, the physical resemblance is strong, but the similarities end there. The nautolan speaking smoothly to the bartender is a jedi of calm, disciplined bearing. Nothing like the feral being that was carved to pieces by jedi blades. 

You focus, filtering through the buzz of the nightclub, listen to the jedi’s carefully worded questions. They’re exactly what you expect them to be, given the rather interesting events of last night. 

The jedi’s conversation is fruitless. He’s disappointed, you can sense that, but an air of optimism still hangs over him. His eyes sweep over the room, over the customers painted in the neon of the pulsating lights, most half drunk or high, sly hands passing credits under tables.  

His gaze settles on your partially shadowed form. It lingers for a moment, before he makes up his mind and walks in your direction. 

You sigh. You know he didn’t sense anything; you’re far too careful, but your species tends to catch the curious eye wherever you go. People aren’t used to seeing Pau’ans on Coruscant, especially lurking around in the lower levels. 

Technically, you’re a hybrid, but your heritage is too clearly evident. Too much associated with those features, as though simply because a species can live so many centuries means that every member is a wise advisor. 

“Is this seat taken?” the jedi inquires brightly. 

You tilt your head. Hearing it up close, you think you rather like his voice. It’s pleasing, though it’s hardly the only thing about him that you find appealing…but that’s irrelevant. Talking to a jedi would be irresponsible. If you sulk, and act irritated and drunk enough, you know he’ll end up just passing on by. 

You shake your head and make a loose, welcoming gesture. “No, feel free.” 

He obliges, sliding across from you. “Kit Fisto,” he introduces himself, “And you?”

You smile. “I don’t make a habit of handing out my name so easily, even to a noble jedi.” 

He’s amused. “You don’t find value in exchanging pleasantries?” 

“I still haven’t yet decided if it would worth the effort.”

He laughs. “I’m wounded.”

You shrug. “I’m just being pragmatic. A jedi rarely introduces themselves to strangers without an ulterior motive.” 

There’s a glimmer in his eye as he responds, “Well, unless you happen to know who attacked the Chancellor last night, I think we can put aside any ulterior motives.” 

You raise an eyebrow and smirk slightly. “So this is about pleasure when you’re supposed to be working.” You cross your arms. “I’m afraid you’ve found the wrong girl for that.” 

“I think you misunderstand my intentions,” Kit quickly corrects, “I don’t prefer to rush into things.” 

This surprises you. You frown, noticing the slight somber cast over his aura. “Now this is curious,” you muse, “A jedi who’s a romantic. Seems rather like a sin.” 

“Just need to breathe once in a while,” is his reply, his voice quieter than before. 

It disturbs you that you can’t tell if he’s lying, if maybe he had sensed something and is constructing a ruse to further investigate. Or if he is simply a weary jedi whose code just isn’t quite sustaining him. You’re in the dark, and after so many years it feels so foreign. Vulnerable, ignorant of the truth. 

You lean forward, your face not far from his handsome features, close enough that he can clearly see the perilous sharpness of your fangs. 

“Maybe we can see where tonight leads.” 

#kit fisto x reader #kit fisto #star wars: the clone wars #fanfic #drabble #reader insert #pau'an #nautolan