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energywarning · 2 years

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In your pearlina, who confessed first and how did the other take it?

OOH BOY. What a question ! Well

(Yes i understood its an ask abt pearlina give it time.hheehee)

Tldr: marina did, pearl is sillay so it took her a huge confession to actually get it

Long answer: this below ! Thought that it would be necessary to explain what happens before hand so...

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8 goes to pearl and marina for advice, since she has 0 idea on how to deal with her very not new (not sarcastic lol) feelings for 3 like a normal person. At first they both give out generic ass advices like well are you sure you like her or whatever that are completely useless in this context bc 8 is absolutely certain of her feelings toward 3. Anyway after some back and forth 8 decides to ask them about it one by one instead of both at once because theyre both saying the same shit rn almost. and a divergence seems to create itself between pearl and marina's opinion on the situation:

Pearl is encouraging her to jump into it and confess whenever she can, accentuating on the possibility she just might miss her chance if she lets her anxiety over this takes over, that to live a life without regret she shouldnt lie about her feelings toward 3, that if shes as such of a good friend as 8 claims itll all work out in the end, and honestly she thinks its pretty damn certain that 3 likes 8 so why all this bullshit just go girl! Go get your little meow meow!!!

Marina starts being kind of .?.discouraging i guess ? Saying that its none of her business and that its up to 8 either way and shell always be there to support her but from what she has seen of 3 there seems to be no hints of them feeling anything for 8 bc people dont just show that type of stuff this easily, and acting like its possible to be certain of how 3 feels about 8 is untrue and maybe a bit selfish even. and that once again 8 is free to do whatever she wants but she has to be realistic, if 3 does not like her back confessing will probably ruin the bond they currently have because it would become too awkward. Just think of it a bit more, observe the situation. Maybe you shouldnt think of your feelings toward them too much like just enjoy your lives together 8 !! ^_^

8 officially becomes "caught between two stools" as they say. the two extremely different tones, one of unbridled motivation and the other of... uh?. clash into her brain and it stresses her out a lot, she starts to avoid 3 bc she doesnt want to say smth dumb since she thinks whatever she could do would go against the advice of the other. (kind of ends up hurting the later's feeling but they do not mention it because it might just be something unrelated to them and theyre making it about themself for nothing. But its irrelevant rn actually LOL)

Anyway 8 goes back to discus the category 5 event (to her at least) w them again but this time she starts by asking marina. the same thing as before pretty much but 8 just starts to get cranky from the stress of it all. Marina is like uh oh. 8 gets kinda mad and tells marina its not fair for her to discourage her so much when she managed to get with pearl just fine so there is no sense to whatever shes saying since its not her experience, and was about to continue into saying that but maybe shes right and all of that . When marina cuts her off, "what do you mean, get with pearl?" And 8 is just like well i am talking about your obvious relationship with pearl of the romantic kind that isn't even worth mentioning due to how obvious it is what else??

Except that no. They're not, they're not actually together LOL .

and it just clicks into 8s brain that marina was just picking up her own anxious feelings due to her inability to confess her love to pearl (Because its obvious shes in love with pearl like she's not stupid). and throwing them at her like a bunch of dodge balls. Which isn't very nice and actually pisses 8 off so she just leaves like. Super jumps outta the mansion and breaks a window in the process.

Marina is just like :( sends 8 a few messages but they're def not getting read until the day after, or the day after the day after. Anyway ! Pearl heard them argue so she goes over to check on marina. Pearl asks her what was going on and marina tells her that 8 has asked her about the 3 situation again and pearl is like "omg me too ! So you totally told her to go confess right" eh.... not really.

So pearl is genuinely kind of surprised. rina... what the hell babe! Love ya but thats a p big social blunder u just made, not cool have you apologized to 8 yes oh ok well i guess youve got to wait now dont worry ill Try to talk to 8 too dw, you know she doesnt hate you dont worry that kind of stuff happens. But like why did you say that fr.

Marina tries to tell her shes just being realistic but pearl is like nah youre just being super negative for nothing sheesh. Thats not being realistic thats just being anxious, i get youre p much always worried for her and all but thats a bad approach to the situation.

Marina tries to stfu as much as she can by this point bc shes scared to say something that would reveal her feelings so shes just "yeah ok pearl sorry". but pearl can see shes being surprisingly silent all of a sudden so shes like. "Uh are you doing that thing were youre not saying anything because you think that whatever youll say will sound stupid"

-"No pearlie i am not"

"Yes you are !! Cmon spit it out babe, or else ill try to guess lol. Jk though you know i don't wanna be too privy i just want to make sure ur doing ok cus this is doesn't seem like u rn you're clearly going thru smth"

Marina is like .Ok pearl i just think that its normal to want to be careful when you feel something for someone you admire and love? What if you messed it up and ruined everything ? Dont the other person s feelings matter too? What if you just wanted to forget how you feel about her because she means so much to you.

Pearl stares at her and is just... ermh. wait, are you talking about yourself ? You're in love with someone and you want to forget about it because you're afraid of what you currently have with them?

Marina looks at her like the world is about to end. Annnnnnd "well, you know how i feel about that type of stuff, better to be honest and all. But i hate seeing you suffer and if you feel so conflicted and hurt about these feelings you have. Trust me! Ill make you forget all about them 'rina!!" HUH !!? "Yeah ! Why don't you try meeting new people huh? That might help you get your mind off of that mystery person, lemme make a few phone calls..."

And then the day after she finds herself at a speed dating event

"Oh god she wasnt joking" she thinks . and the dude in front of her is like " uh hello its your turn to introduce yourself. If you dont like guys you shouldve precised its annoying to switch tables-" "DIE im not even the one who booked this stupid thing" and leaves like immediately

"Pearl is so clueless. Damn it ! But also its good bc if she knew id die actually, "she thinks. On her way home, she contacts pearl to tell her her plan didn't quite work out. sorry pearlie!

Marina goes home and walks directly to the studio room bc she just wants to get this silly event out of her head annnnd. She cant find her lyrics book. Mhh. weird. she turns around and sees pearl. Holding a sheet of paper that suspiciously looks like.. UH OH

"Oh god marina... why didnt you tell me... you had... these... ABSOLUTE BANGER LYRICS WRITTEN DOWN!!! Lets make a tune w this bitch wtf" and she shows marina the like extremely insanely romantic song she had written as an attempt to confess to pearl before panicking last minute and hiding it somewhere and she looks like a ghost now.

Pearl isnt that dumb and she can see that marina looks mega uncomfortable and after a while it Clicks and she says "ohhh. Hey no worries i'm not stupid. It was for that special someone huh. Well damn marina. I know i said i wouldn't intrude but the way i see it... what you feel for them, its seems real. its not something you should hide. With how great you are you really shouldn't have any issues ! Hell if these lyrics were meant for me id probably fall in love with you if we weren't basically an item haha JUST KIDDING of course im sorry if this sounded like i was making fun of ur situation ok i will stop talking now before you lose all respect for me hahh"

Then marina looks at her. AND OH MY GOD ITS NOT FUCKING POSSIBLE HOW IS SHE MISSING IT But also its good i guess bc she doesn't love me back i'm sure but WHY WHY WHY. And just mutters "oh, ill think about it:)" and leaves the studio. Pearl asks her where shes going and she says she's going to bed. Pearl goes to sleep a little bit later but when she gets in their room she doesn't see her, and that plushie that marina sleeps with is missing, she realizes that marina is sleeping in the guest room. (Because they usually sleep in the same bed, as all besties do naturally.)

The next day marina isn't there and there are like 100 scenarios playing in pearl's head. She contacts marina and gets no responses. She asks 3, 4, capn cuttlefish, callie marie and 8 so basically like everyone she thought might know at first. The others say they have no idea but 8 says marina invited her to eat ice cream and apologize in person for the earlier events, marina told her she was just being a bit overbearing and silly. and that 8 should go tell 3 blablabla, though she left after, sure she seemed fine. I didn't pay much attention to her face, why would i... no i don't know where she went after that sorry but she said shed just walk around, is she missing ? I mean i saw her just this morning.

So nope, truly no one saw her today except for 8. She tries to think about where she could be, she checks around the city, the stores quickly asks around but nope no clues. Shes stressed out and feel stupid. There is one place left and So she goes to it because Maybe... shes there ? Its silly but maybe she does the same thing as her and goes to mt. Nantai when shes stressed out or smth

After a bit of a hike. She finds herself at the same spot in mt. Nantai where she and marina met.

And she sees said octogal seating here !! Phew thats a relief- oh no shes crying.

She immediately sits down next to her. "Whats going on marina??"

Shes trying to say that shes fine and all but the words come out as semi gibberish

She just sits there crying for a while while pearl has her hand on her shoulder.

After a while she stops crying but still stays silent, shes looking away from pearl. Pearl tries to get her to talk and after some more time she does. In octarian! A very sappy confession, her fears and the love she has for pearl, how much she means to her etc finally said out loud at last, even if pearl wouldn't understand. It actually goes for quite a while, marina had a lot to share. At the end of it, marina feels much better. Even if pearl doesn't get it, at least marina found a way to express her feelings somehow. she finally turns her head and looks at pearl, whose eyes are wide open... wait whats this reaction for, did she... understand what i said?

"Hooly shit. You really feel that way?"

Uhhhhh my life is over actually. Marina is about to speak to somehow try and go back on her 15 minutes long monologue but-

"Man... if whoever you loved was the one hearing this that'd be crazy. Are they an octoling ? Since you spoke in octarian and all. I gotta admit i'm a little jealous hah. I mean. I'm not sure i was meant to understand what you just said though. Sorry."

-"pearl. What."

"Oh i mean you were talking as if i was the mysterious someone right-"

-" OOOH MY GOD PEARL YOU ARE THE MYSTERIOUS SOMEONE I LOVE ! I AM IN LOVE WITH YOU !! ARE YOU KIDDING ME!!!" And she just starts crying again like an insane person

And after 800 fucking years pearl FINALLY. ACTUALLY GODDAMN GETS IT.

And she laughs !

Shocked, marina is about to ask her if shes making fun of her but then she hears a sniffle and when she actually looks at pearl s face proper she can see a tear running down one of her eye. Pearl tells her something like "you know, i have made jokes about it but they werent lies either, i know its wrong of me but well, my heart has been yours for a while, 'rina. Even if i never told you outright... its pretty obvious, but i was afraid of losing you, you are my world ! I shouldn't have hid it. Guess i'm a bit hypocritical huh? Sorry babe"

Marina looks at her like an insane person

"Okayy maybe i wasn't clear enough: i am in love with you too, marina. You believe me right?"

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"Alright uhh lemme repeat that-"

And then marina jumps on her octo expansion ending style, starts crying again but of joy this time. pearl sneaks in a kiss and they just stay like that for a while, hugging eachother.

And then they go home because its starting to get very very cold lool

The end!

(Thank you for this ask, it was very fun to answer, once again if you have any other questions... ask away ! Its fun to answer lol)

#sillies

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funkymbtifiction · 2 years

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Sorry for the very specific-to-me questions, but I tried to vaguely frame them in terms of personality typing so it’s still relevant to your blog.

1. I liked the description about head types you reblogged a while back. The part about being susceptible to thinking your noggin is god’s gift to the planet hit me especially hard, because I tend to do that even when insecure.

Ha, ha. Same. It's funny how you can simultaneously not trust yourself enough and still think you are smarter than everybody else, but that's the plight of being a 6. ;)

2. I have a bunch of tryouts for a thing coming up. It’s hard for me to balance my Si-dom-ness (wanting to prepare extremely well) with my 6w7-ness (not wanting to overthink everything and become too stressed/stiff in advance.) I hate how when something is coming up soon I can’t get my mind off of it (especially since I’m more emotionally invested in the outcome than I want to be.) What can I do?

Do you know that this is an aspect of 6-ness? 6s get wholly preoccupied with whatever is "happening." That's why if their computer won't turn on, they can't just walk away from it and leave it for later. And why when they are freaking out about something, it blows up in their mind and obscures all else. And when they are preparing for something, they can't be easily distracted from it. It's part of our focus being in "the present" (as opposed to the futuristic mindset of assertive types and the past mindset of withdrawn types). I think part of what will help you with it is to learn that's what you are doing -- being too focused on the present, talking yourself through it, and letting go of it by choosing to refocus elsewhere. There has to be some sense of "I have done what I can, that has to be good enough" thinking for you to learn to let go. If you are religious, praying about it (let me calm down and not over-obsess about this) helps, or meditation, exercising (get out of your head and into your body).

Something that helps me also is to think about integrating to 9 on purpose by asking "what would a healthy 9 do in this situation?" (Stay calm. Wait and see what happens. Trust themselves to solve the problem. Assume it's all going to turn out fine. Take a nap. Etc.)

3. On a side note, I was talking to a friend about how it’s been kind of tiring for me to chat with heavy thinker types in the past because sometimes they’ll just. keep. asking questions. With one ENTJ in particular, sometimes I’d say “I don’t want you to disagree with every little thing I say just for the sake of it.” And he’d always be like “so you want me to agree with everything you say and compliment you?” Which annoyed me, because it indicates that he would never do those things naturally. Anyway, the answer is yes, I prefer when friends sometimes agree with me sincerely and sometimes disagree with me sincerely, rather than entirely one or the other (I find on average EFJs and 2/3s lean toward “too much agreement for my taste” and extroverted thinkers and 8s lean toward “too little agreement for my taste,” though there are lovely things about all of them.)

It's often helpful to know that as a 6, being argued with constantly is indeed frustrating, because it puts you on the defensive all the time. 6s tend to be anxious about their opinions and so anyone asking them questions can seem like an 'attack' or like 'I have to defend myself!' as part of their projection. (Projection is -- I feel insecure about this, so I translate other people asking questions about it as them thinking I don't know what I am talking about or testing me, when in reality that may not be their motive in doing so.)

It's useful to take a step back and think about whether you are becoming defensive unnecessarily or do not need to defend yourself (just say what you think and leave it at that; do not over-explain). It's also good that you asserted yourself in laying out some boundaries, because other 6s and 8s don't realize how obnoxious it can be to bombard people with questions, push back at them, or engage them in a debate. 8s in particular don't realize how strong their energy is, or how it can be off-putting to other people, or even seem like an argument when they don't intend it to be one. They don't realize their own tendency to argue with everything others say (as part of their rejection of being influenced by someone else), so drawing attention to it is a good thing, which can cause them to realize -- I don't have to do this all the time.

Another friend (an ENTP) said, “It’s not that I’m questioning you, I just get so caught up in the topic and feel like ‘wow, you seem so knowledgeable, tell me more.’” I think as a non-5 head type I often come across as more knowledgeable than I really am, so when pressed for details, I can share them, but get increasingly pushed into a hole as people start asking me questions I no longer know the answer to.

Just admit you don't know. That should be a sufficient answer. "I don't know, but that's a good question! I should look that up!"

So I sometimes end up in more debates than I have the energy for. Then, if I get mad about people refusing to concede any points or see my point of view, there are thinkers out there who get mad at me for not being objective any more.

I still get annoyed at people for not conceding to my logical points, but here's the kicker -- you can't change someone's mind with an argument and logical points won't change how they feel. 6s do not understand other types' ways of reaching decisions. They may think because there's no argument behind it that this stance is inferior to theirs, when in reality, they need to analyze their need to get others to agree with them and what that is saying about them. "Why can't I tolerate this? or leave them alone? why do I have to force people to agree with me and argue with them? is this worth it?"

I caught myself arguing with someone online about something stupid the other day -- being a 6, in other words. They were trying to convince me that streaming is the future and why would anyone want to keep their DVD collection, I was pointing out that owning your favorite movies is a good thing in case you can't find them to stream... and after they snidely remarked that "ah yes, I once went through an 'ownership' phase too," after thinking about how condescending that was, I realized we were both being prideful little turds in trying to convince a total stranger on the internet that our way of living is vastly superior. So I just quit, because I realized how arrogant it is to assume that other people MUST LIVE how I do. And yet, that's all I run into everywhere I go -- people insisting that their way of living is best, and others need to adhere to it. It's tiring to run face-first into intense subjective opinions all the time, so why bother? (Which could also be 9 integration, since 9s aren't going to waste their time and energy arguing about stupid crap online. Like whether someone likes Star Wars or not, or keeps a video collection or not. Who. Cares.)

4. ENFPs are cute. I know an ENFP 7 who I often forget is a feeler because he seems so preoccupied with bantering and crazy theorizing most of the time. But the other day I shared a cool piece of gossip with him, and his reaction was so shocked and excited. So it’s fun with the “caring about crazy things people do” reaction shows up.

Aww.

#question #mbti #enneagram #enneagram 6

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subconsciousmysteries · 1 year

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after some chats with my friend (who is a blessing from Goddess herself)… I have realized that Tumblr and typology in general has a very “ooooh this scary alien” attitude towards 8s. They can only identify 8s who are the walking meme of an obnoxious manager.

“8s are always obvious, You can’t miss this fixation” is straight up wrong! It is an excuse to not analyze the psychology of 8s as deeply as we analyze everyone else’s. Regarding the so called “obvious 8s” who look like your obnoxious, loud, bossy manager… many of these “8s” turn out to be 3s, 6s, 7s or 1s. Why? Because 8 isnt this mysterious beast for you to fear. 8 is JUST ANOTHER ARCHETYPAL, PSYCHOLOGICAL PATTERN. And you need to use actual effort to identify it!

To be honest with you I would’ve spent my whole life typing as 9 or 6 or maybe 7 if it wasn’t for watching two seasons of Stranger Things, thinking Hopper was definitely a 9 at first, but then slowly realizing he was an 8… and going “oh my god, so they were wrong. NOT all 8s are the living meme of a raging beast whose insanity you will notice at first sight!”

Type 8 is treated as this scary mysterious beast probably because the field of psychology is very superego-triad-built, and 5-built. People are scared of thinking about what it means to trust your body’s intuition so confidently and so blindly. But I have been in other, less popular typology circles and there 8 is just talked about like another type. There is no mystique and hence no coolness around this type. There’s no one demanding you to prove yourself and your level of psychopathy if you dare to identify as 8. It just is. It is another type. Like all the other types. With its strengths and weaknesses.

My 6 vs. 8 posts begin to touch on the very unpopular opinion that 6s are more powerful and more cool than 8s in a lot of walks of life. But superego types (126 types), especially 6s, don’t see their strength because they don’t seek to experience the full spectrum of reality like 8s do. Instead theyre always worrying about the monsters hiding in the dark coming to eat them. Worrying about a sense of insufficiency they feel about their (supposed) inability to explore the full spectrum of reality. they need to understand the full spectrum of reality in order to understand their strength in this reality.

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szivtalan · 4 years

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Hey there, if you are still taking personality tests then one for kagami. Thank you :')

Hey there ofc I do!!!

Kagami:

Probably ESTP, much like Takao. He has that natural charm, just like any other high Se user does, that make people flock to him, but it’s never something he would take advantage of, or maybe even acknowledge. People just feel comfortable with Kagami because he keeps things real; some might even say that he’s insensitive, see as: tertiary Fe, see as his inability to pick up on the general tone of a discussion and saying things that are too dramatic on the court or too blunt for the hurt feelings of a teenage girl. High Se people are driven by sensations and are likely to be incredibly in tune with their environment, which,,, Kagami has always striked me as someone like that, even with his canon clumsiness (jumping to headbutt hoops and whatnot, he’s just had a growth spur, that fucks everyone up tho). They also have a very “dudebro” vibe I just can’t fuckin explain with any cognitive functions lmao. Another thing about ESTP is that dom Se-inf Ni can result in unrealistic goal setting, being too optimistic and carefree apparently, which I highkey sense in Kagami’s constant declaration of wanting to make it in the NBA. I mean, cool skills, but shouldn’t he have some more realistic career choices? Anyway, it’s just an anime omg shut up vee As for enneagram, Kagami I think is a p solid type 8. Eights are the one type that was “forced to grow up” at a really young age, and became individualistic, guarded and mature way too quick. They’re that one type out of all the gut cores who are genuinely open with their anger and frustration (see as: Kagami punching people left and right, shouting and yelling and having an overall famous temper), but they’re also the least likely to open up to people right away (see how he initially rejected all efforts at making friends that Kuroko and the team members were making towards him). At their best, type 8s become caring and nurturing, open and honest not only about their anger but also of their feelings, symbolically lowering the shield they’ve been holding up since they were kids.

#ask and i shall answer #kagami taiga #typology #type 8s also have a desperate need to feel connected #they are one of the most secretive and mysterious people you'll meet when it comes to their life #but once they open up to you they will hold on and never let go #they're fucking ride or die that's why kagami still has loyalty to himuro #he took him into his heart once he's not gonna stop caring now #....my friend was a type 8 entp #i highkey suspect one of my other friends might be this type too #also 8s are Not all violent its just a stereotype #they can be intense tho but its not like harmful or anything #not necessarily

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rev-pirate · 3 years

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An Analysis of c!Technoblade

I’ve been stewing on the contents of this post (essay lets be real) for literal months now and I need to get it out of my brain so here we go-- (traditional disclaimer that this is all about the characters unless specified otherwise)

For those unaware, the enneagram is a personality type system that (as I understand it) emphasizes growth, stress, and responses to trauma and conflict. It highlights basic fears and desires and how these things impact decision making, personality, and action as well as how mental health plays a key role in all of it. It’s a very versatile system and as such it’s become one of my favorite tools for both analyzing and writing characters with more Depth. There are nine base personality types in the enneagram and it gets more complicated from there but rather than explain it all at once I’ll do it while I go as it becomes relevant. The way I see it, Technoblade is an Eight. Wilbur is also an eight, as confirmed by cc!Wilbur himself who actually got his inspiration for his character from the song Eight by Sleeping at Last (one of my favorite bands of all time and favorite songs. when I tell you I freaked out when I heard Will talking about the enneagram and SAL and confirming what I thought about c!Wilbur’s enneagram type oh my lord--). Which is why I say that the enneagram is so versatile. Because Technoblade and Wilbur are both eights in vastly different ways. While this post is largely about Technoblade, I will also be discussing Wilbur’s character as a talking point comparison from time to time to illustrate what I mean. I hope this makes at least a little bit of sense. And since this is going to get long... catch you under the break

An 8′s most basic desire is to be in control of themselves and their situation. They fear the idea of people having power over them. They are motivated to be self-reliant, to prove their strength, and to be important. This can manifest in different ways. A desire for power over others, or the abolishment of power structures entirely. Wilbur craves power because he doesn’t want others to have power over him. He doesn’t like being told No. He has to Stick It To The Man. He has to be in control. He has to be in charge. He craves the challenge of it all. Technoblade wants no one to have power over him or over anyone else. His dislike of people having power over him manifested into his anarchistic beliefs of freedom and equality, of the abolishment of power structures and also in his physical prowess. He became physically powerful to find security in the hopes that it would limit challenges to his autonomy because he’s incredibly vulnerable on the social axis.

Interestingly, Eights tend to have a very physically commanding presence naturally in the way they hold themselves. It’s in the way they walk, the way they talk, the way they present themselves, etc., and this presence intimidates people and also makes people naturally look to them for leadership in group settings. This is true of both Techno and Wilbur but is antithetical to Techno’s desires while in support of Wilbur’s. Techno wishes to abolish power structures but is blind to the fact that his presence alone creates one even if he doesn't want it to and I find that very interesting. Ie. when building the syndicate room, Technobalde made sure there were two chairs on all sides of the table. Phil later broke one chair and made a head of the table implying someone would be in charge in meetings and that presumably that would be Techno. Technoblade then broke that chair and put two back down again to even it out once more.

Moving on, 8s also have a protective instinct. They will fiercely protect people they see as friends and family. They desire to stand up for and protect those who seem more vulnerable than themselves because they see themselves in them. This also plays a part in Techno’s anarchism, his desire to protect people from the power structures that hurt him and hurt countless others. It’s seen in Technoblade jumping (more than once) into a crowd of enemies to defend a single, vulnerable friend. In taking in and caring for countless innocent creatures. In looking at Ranboo and telling Phil he couldn’t trust someone who reminded him so much of himself despite defending Ranboo at doomsday, giving him a place to stay, and ultimately standing between Ranboo and the Eggpire and taking any threat against Ranboo as a threat against himself. In not caring that people present at the red banquet had been his enemies, all he cared was that there were people falling victim to a corrupt power structure who were trapped and poised for execution in need of someone to step in and save them. Because, in the end, friend or foe, everyone deserves freedom. This can go too far, however, as some 8’s may find themselves developing savior complexes and butting in where they aren’t needed or wanted.

On a related note, 8s are very emotionally vulnerable people. They use a tough facade and often deflect to cover up their vulnerability in order to protect themselves because they are easily hurt. They learned at a young age to keep others at a distance because letting someone in could ruin them and probably already has. An eight is afraid to love or be loved because love is another structure of power. loving someone gives them power over you and gives them the ability to break you from the inside out. In a way in which your physical strength doesn't matter. So Technoblade shuts people out because he doesn’t want to get walked over, used, ignored, betrayed, and hurt anymore. And for so long he couldn’t even bring himself to trust Ranboo, no matter how much he liked him and liked having him around. The emotional armor is up in full force and he’s not letting it back down again after Tommy. Not easily at least. Likewise, eights often feel misunderstood as a product of their emotional distance. They easily succumb to feelings of rejection and hurt then struggle to talk about it because that requires revealing their vulnerabilities. So it all just piles up into an instinct to reject first before you can be rejected. It’s a mess. And it takes a lot of work both internally for an 8 and with the effort from the other party for an 8 to eventually lower their walls. To put down the sword. To let someone in. But Hoo Boy once someone has been let in? That protective instinct is something to behold.

This leads us to the stress factor of the enneagram. An 8 under stress moves towards the 5′s paranoia and secrecy. Wilbur became more and more paranoid as the stress of the situation in exile mounted and he caved under the weight of his deteriorating mental health. Accusing Tubbo of being a liar, seeing Techno’s actions as a confirmation that everyone is against him, etc etc. This manifests in Techno as well. He’s incredibly jumpy and hyper-aware of his surroundings and constantly runs threat assessments. He hid his true strength for weeks when he joined the server, wearing a set of iron and eventually diamond despite the speed at which he’d acquired a full set of netherite armor hidden away in his ender chest. He hoards items and gear like a doomsday prepper waiting for the shoe to drop even when there are no threats or conflict in sight. He just has to be ready at all times for conflict to happen because he can't allow himself to be caught off guard and underprepared. The armor never comes off. And the one time he took his armor off willingly in front of someone as a sign of trust they attacked him immediately to take advantage of it. He doesn’t trust anyone but Phil, the one person he let in that stayed. And even then.. the armor stays. He has secret bunkers inside his secret bunkers. and still more untold secret bunkers and stashes. He’s too paranoid to show all his cards. On the growth spectrum, eights tend towards the kindness, caring, and open-heartedness of the 2 when moving away from stress. We see this when Techno is most vulnerable. When he’s comfortable enough to let the armor slip. Most notably around Phil and animals. And slowly, the other members of the Syndicate as well. He cares. He’s kind. You see it in the softer moments with the people he cares for. In making sure Ranboo is okay after doomsday and after being attacked by Bad at the egg. In telling Tommy it's okay to not be okay and that healing takes time when he started panicking at the sight of the final control room and offering to listen if Tommy needed to talk. In making sure Niki feels included, heard, and encouraged. In feeding foxes golden apples. In defending Michael from a Ghast. In sacrificing it all so Carl could live. In stopping and looking back to make sure Ranboo hadn’t fallen behind in the nether and silently placing blocks to make difficult jumps much easier to make. and on and on and on.

Everything combined results in a person who desires to be strongly independent.

Wings

A lot of the ways in which Techno and Wilbur differ can be explained by the next layer of the enneagram: wings. One aspect of the enneagram theory is that everyone has a dominant type and then an adjacent type that they lean towards referred to as a wing. The wings of the 8 are 7 and 9. Wilbur is 7 leaning while Techno is 9 leaning.

8w7s are more overtly aggressive than the 8w9 while 8w9s are on the more subdued side of the 8 type. Technoblade, for all his reputation for violence, must usually be pushed to conflict while 8w7s are more likely to incite conflict for the challenge and the thrill/fun of it. 8w9s tend to be avoidant of conflict they are unsure about. The 9′s conflict avoidance influences the 8 in ways that make them pick their battles. Technoblade never enters a conflict he is not confident he can win unless his Protective instinct and/or his Values overwrite his Self Preservation instinct.

8w7 types are largely extroverted, 8w9s are largely introverted. 8w7s tend to have more immediate and explosive anger, while 8w9s tend to smolder and Smolder until they reach a tipping point where Enough is Enough and they boil over. The 9′s ability to see and understand all sides makes an 8w9 more considerate of other people, their viewpoints, and their individuality. This is something Technoblade values Very Highly despite being imperfect about it. So 8w9′s feel less of a drive to assert themselves and their power over the people around them while 8w7′s do the opposite.

The 8w9 is also skilled at switching between the Aggressive 8 and the Passive 9 depending on the environment and the situation. Unfortunately, because of the 9′s tendency to, at unhealthy levels, dissociate their empathy and feelings to become indifferent combined with the vengeful aggression unhealthy 8s can experience when crossed, an unhealthy 8w9 can become very destructive and indifferent to the pain that they cause with their destruction. And only as they tend towards growth and healing do they begin to potentially understand that pain and express regret for those actions.

Tritype

If we go even deeper with the enneagram, another huge tenet is that it’s divided into three parts, each with a different intelligence center. The three centers being the mind, the heart/emotions, and the body/instinct. Each person, theoretically, has a tritype which reflects which Number from each of these sections is most dominant in their personality.

The numbers of the enneagram are broken up like so: 8 9 & 1 represent the body, 2 3 & 4 the heart, and 5 6 & 7 the mind. Each person has one type amongst each part. And the order of the numbers determines the dominance of that type in the personality. It gets a lot trickier to pin down a character with a tritype. I think things can be argued in different ways depending on your perception of Techno’s character and the order of the second and third numbers is difficult to conclude and a lot could boil down to conjecture. Additionally, you start to depend more on archetypes than actual character moments and there’s also the potential for cc!techno’s personality to start bleeding into the analysis. But we’ll look at some of the options anyway. Because I like digging deeper to explore a character’s depths but I’ll try not to go too deep down the rabbit hole.

The first number of Techno’s tritype is, of course, 8 which represents the body and instinct because his main fear and desires encompass a desire for autonomy and control over his own person. So the question becomes what type’s strategies influence his heart and mind.

Let’s start with the Head types. 5′s can be intelligent, isolated, perceptive, secretive, emotionally detached, and knowledge-hungry. 6′s can be loyal, charming, anxious, suspicious, responsible/cautious, and stressed. Whilst 7′s can be adventurous/thrill-seeking, excitable, spontaneous, and versatile busybodies who stay on the move to escape confronting their problems. In my opinion, we can eliminate the 7 pretty quickly. This brings us to the 5 and the 6.

As I discussed earlier, 8′s move towards 5 in stress so the traits of a 5 already bleed into their actions. So you have to extract from his character the things that are just him being a stressed 8 and which is his other intelligence center. But it’s inarguable that they remain intertwined. So it could really go both ways. I personally think evidence leans more towards the 6. (Fun fact cc!Wilbur has called cc!Philza a 6.) I say 6 because Techno’s always planning for the worst-case scenario, always assumes the worst could happen in a situation. He’s always suspicious of motives. He tries to maintain a level of caution at all times. He’s very loyal to his friends and family. Some of this is Techno’s trauma speaking and the stress factors of the 5 but I think some of it has always been baked into his personality. (EDIT: I think I dismissed the 7 more quickly than I should have. especially following the prison arc. I started to consider how Technoblade’s general positivity and energy, ability to ground people in crisis and remain relatively calm himself despite all of the anxiety he experiences both before and in the moment, and his apparent fondness for travel and new experiences are seven tendencies. But the 8 and the 7 together in a tritype make for someone Much more assertive than Technoblade is and more extroverted than he’d ever be. 87_ tritypes get anxious when alone and inactive and Technoblade is Chillin when he’s by himself with his animals. So my original assessment i think still stands.)

As for heart types, we have the 2 which is caring, generous, possessive, people-pleasing, and service-oriented; the 3 which is achievement-driven, charismatic, image-conscious, adaptive, and driven to be of value, but often attention-seeking; then the 4 which is creative, withdrawn, dramatic, moody and emotionally honest, dissatisfied with the ordinary thus forever striving to be unique. Once again, as mentioned earlier, 8′s move towards 2 when in growth so he already shares many traits with the 2 in times of growth. I think we can eliminate the 4 for Techno, though. Which leaves us with the 2 and 3.

If we look at the base desires and fears of the 2 and the 3 I think that the 3 informs techno more so than the 2. The 3 fears being worthless and thus do what they can to feel valuable and worthwhile knowing, which is why being Used would hurt Techno so much. He does everything he can to contribute, to aid where needed and requested or before the need ever even arises, to grind countless hours to supply the revolution with items and gear, to help out his friends and allies as much as he can in battle. To provide and provide and provide Only to be cast aside. Ignored. Made Worthless. A weapon never truly valued, only temporarily used. Additionally, 3′s are success-oriented. Technoblade is very much motivated to Win. This is a bleed-over from cc!Technoblade, as he is competitive and known for Winning. The fanbase expects and pressures cc!Technoblade to Win and therefore, c!Techno must win. He fears losing. He fears dying. He fears losing his reputation and his carefully fostered image as an untouchable and undefeated warrior. He must be The Best. Which also feeds into things already discussed such as his need to be over-prepared, his desire to know if he can win a fight before he chooses to engage in it, etc.

I found it interesting then that the combination of the 863/836 tritype is labeled with the archetype “The Justice Fighter.” Challenging unfair and unjust authority is in their blood. At their happiest when they can channel their protective energy into a cause. It’s easy for them to be so blinded by their cause that they get in the way of it. Technoblade’s use of extremism and violent force giving anarchism a bad rap, pushing people away from the ideal he was trying to spread. With time he realized the fault of those actions and modified his modus operandi until it leads to the creation of the syndicate as an example.

A lot of what I’ve already said about Technoblade could go here to exemplify why exactly he’s an 863 but I’m not going to bother going back over those points in order to recontextualize them and prove it. This is already really long and I’m just glad I finally got all of this out of my brain. I just hope it made some sense. If you made it this far I both thank and congratulate you. I appreciate you for reading <3

And, while you’re here, Do yourself a favor and give Eight by Sleeping at Last a listen :D

#Technoblade #character analysis #dsmp #dream smp #mcyt #meta

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She-Ra and the Princesses of Power: Catra - Type (cp)6w7

Catra is reactive, insecure and distrustful. Catra desperately wanted to be loved and to have the approval of those around her. She always felt like Adora was the only one who truly understood her.

Catra was difficult to type as I think she has a lot of 8 tendencies, however, I think her motivations are primarily about finding security and stability rather than being powerful. 8s and 6s can be very similar, especially the sx variant of type 6. 8s and sx 6s often use intimidation to protect themselves, however the 6 is more defensive, whereas an 8 is more offensive. I think Catra is aggressive towards others as a defence mechanism and because she wants to ‘prove’ herself. I also think she clearly disintegrates to 3, compared to an 8 which disintegrates to 5. We see her disintegrate to 3 as she becomes fully focused on one goal, destroying the Rebellion and feels like she doesn’t need anyone else. Additionally, I think Catra is definitely a counter-phobic 6 as she seeks out her fears and tries to confront them head on. Furthermore, sx 6s are the most likely variant to be counter-phobic.

At her best, Catra tries to work on her anger issues and finds different ways to express herself (integrating to 9), as we see in s5. She also becomes much more selfless, especially in regards to Adora and is less jealous of the Best Friends Squad.

At her worst, Catra is self-destructive, brutal and will do anything for her goals (disintegrating to 3). Catra is in the unhealthy stages of 6 for the majority of the show, as she feels like she has been abandoned by Adora (the only person who ever cared about her) and is mentally unstable. This leads to Catra doing horrible things, and feeling intense feelings of regret after doing those things. For example, she has nightmares after hurting Entrapta and sending her away, and lashes out whenever Scorpia mentions her. She is also extremely jealous of Bow and Glimmer and their relationship with Adora.

Catra’s childhood with Shadow Weaver really influenced her personality and explains her actions and motivations. Shadow Weaver openly favoured Adora, while treating Catra horribly. Catra could never do anything right in Shadow Weaver’s eyes, leading to Catra always feeling like she needed her approval. 6s often crave the approval of authority figures, even if they treat them badly. For example, when Catra defeats Shadow Weaver and takes her place as Hordak’s Second-in-Command, she still kept Shadow Weaver in prison and visited her because she wanted validation from her. She also tries to help Shadow Weaver and doesn’t want her to be transferred to Beast Island, leading to Shadow Weaver’s escape.

Catra has intense feelings of betrayal after Adora leaves the Horde and stays in Bright Moon. 6s are often very afraid of abandonment, as it means they are without support and stability. Catra feels abandoned by Adora, leading her to become increasingly unhinged. Then, when Shadow Weaver escapes and chooses Adora over her again, she becomes completely self-destructive and paranoid. All Catra wants is to be loved and trusted by others, however, she has always felt like an outsider and Adora was the only person that ever made her feel like she belonged.

Catra has trouble letting other people in, especially after Adora leaves the Horde, as we see with her relationship with Scorpia. Scorpia is very caring and sweet towards Catra, while Catra is closed off towards her because she is afraid of being hurt again. She finally starts to be nicer to Scorpia, but shortly after Scorpia leaves her to save Entrapta. This reinforces her belief that she is unwanted and that she doesn’t matter to anyone.

She shows her wing 7 as she is more expressive with her feelings and impulsive than a 6w5. She is also more energetic and more likely to show her emotions.

Tri-type: (cp)6w7 - 8w7 - 3w4

Some quotes to describe Catra’s motivations

"Hahaha... So, here's the thing, I've done this. The whole threatening people bit, the intimidation. I've been there, and I just don't care anymore. Some people have a bad day. I've had a bad life. If I want something, it's taken from me. If I win a fight, I lose the war. Threats only work on someone who has something to lose. But me? I’ve already lost it all. And you can't be any good at this, because you just let yourself get distracted... So, what'll it be?"

“Why...Why was I never good enough for you? Really I want to know.”

Double Trouble: “You know it took me a while, but I finally figured out your character. [As Catra] “You try so hard to play the big, bad villain, but your heart’s never been in it, has it?” Catra: “What? What are you? Stop. Stop it. Double Trouble: [As Catra] “People have hurt you.” [as Shadow Weaver] “They didn’t believe in you” [As Hordak] “They didn’t trust you.” [As Adora] “Didn’t need you. Left you” “But did you ever stop to think maybe they’re not the problem?” [As Scorpia] “It’s you. You drive them away, wildcat.”

Adora: “Why are you doing this?” Catra: “Because you left me. And if I don't bring you back, Shadow Weaver’s gonna have my head. So, enough with your weird little identity crisis and let's go home. Or do I need to zap you again?”

Catra: “You always need to play the hero, don’t you?” Adora: “I was only trying to protect you” Catra: “You never protected me, not in any way that would put you in Shadow Weaver’s bad side. Admit it. You love being her favourite” Adora: “That’s not true” Catra: “Oh Yeah? When you left who do you think took the fall for you? Who was protecting me then?”

Shadow Weaver: “I know you're lying. You have to be lying. What happened to Adora? What did you do?” Catra: “What did I do? She left us! She left me! You ever think Adora's not as loyal as you thought?”

Adora: “Catra? Catra, it’s okay, it’s just me. It doesn’t matter what they do to us. You know? You look out for me, I look out for you. Nothing really bad can happen as long as we have each other.” Catra: “You promise?” Adora: “I promise”

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Hi is it ok if to ask a scenario on how y/n tamed the super energetic captain terushima? Like that would be super cute don't you think? Btw love your stories💖💖💖💖 soooo cute

figure 8s — terushima yuuji

2.5k words | genre/s: fluff | warning/s: mentions of blood, terushima’s kinda ooc?? | pairing: terushima x gn!reader

↪︎ in which your cold demeanor tamed johzenji’s infamous volleyball captain

a/n: this took so long to write! i’m getting over another bad case of writers block and i’m not sure if this was something you were looking for, def not my best work. i’m really sorry it took a while to get it posted, so enjoy!

you believed it was the way you had never thought of becoming friends with someone as juvenile as terushima yuuji that was the cause of your daily migraines. to his constant thunderous childlike behavior or how he would flirt with literally anyone if he was bored enough. terushima liked to think you and him were close—best friends even, but with the amount of times he had hit every nerve by flirting with you and teasing, you thought the complete opposite.

the two of you had gotten into a little argument again earlier this morning.

it was callow and stupidly unnecessary, anyone who knew of your usually quiet and aloof personality knew you wouldn’t even spare energy getting into one with terushima. you didn’t even want to think about it as granted, it was about his usual antics of flirting with a random first year the moment you two walked onto johzenji high. it was so unlike you to care so much about him flirting with someone other than yourself. perhaps it was the way a foreign feeling of raving moths that ravaged your gut when you watched him ask for that girl’s number like it was nothing.

it’s not like he’s gonna call you anyway, you thought selfishly to yourself as the first year walked away.

and as icy cold as you were, you were always the type to still give a little too much effort and care into things that most wouldn’t (not to you anyway). and surely, you shouldn’t be worrying about not apologizing to a boy who started your verbal quarrel in the first place when you opted to giving the cold shoulder afterwards. you had nothing to apologize for anyway and yet there you were—resting on a far from comfortable chair in your classroom during lunch alone as you stare outside.

you couldn’t think. well... you could, but all your could think about was remembering the ghosting sensation of having butterflies in your stomach early this morning. you couldn’t help but internally gag as your mind suddenly flickered towards the realization, jealousy?

no, it couldn’t be. how could you be jealous over terushima giving attention to someone else when you’ve been rejecting his advances the moment you two met in your first year?

your glare had left the cerulean skies of miyagi as it eventually fell back on a blank sheet of paper within your progressively numbed hand. it was cramped into the same position for eons as you gripped your pen within your hand. held tightly until your knuckles bled white and all your veins ached for blood flow, until the muscles in your hand ached in agony, until you felt your trimmed fingernails finally cut deep within your skin that bled crimson. the baby hairs that were obviously too short to stay tamed, tapered and framed down your face as you looked down upon the bloody stain on your paper.

feelings like this were far too foreign to you, far too dangerous as you even had the audacity to write a letter of your compiled forms of withering memoirs, serendipities you yearned to achieve, and even the surprising downpour of jealousy you wished you never felt. you assumed that writing them all down would suffice in ridding yourself of such feelings.

you dropped the pen as you bore holes into your hand with your hard gaze. crescent-shaped lacerations had divided your skin as even the lingering sting of wounded flesh didn’t really affect you. you cursed under your breath as you grabbed a tissue out of your bag to quickly wipe up the blood.

the padding of shoes against the floor of the loud classroom had gotten louder as if someone was approaching you, hitching a breathe within you as you swiftly shoved the slightly bloody paper under your english textbook. johzenji’s setter, takeharu come into view as he threw you a calm smile while you quickly hid your hands under your desk.

“hey, sorry to bother you (y/l/n), but are you okay?” the setter gently asked, yet it was laced with hesitance and caution as they were talking to you.

you shrug you shoulders, muttering through your teeth. “could be better, but i’m fine.”

“oh okay, that’s good.” takeharu response in the same awkward tone. could you tell you two hadn’t talked much? “you and terushima have been ignoring each other,” he then adds.

“really?” you scoffed, “i haven’t noticed.”

a soft chuckle left takeharu’s lips as he scratched the back of his head, “well, um, he’s been kinda annoying us lately. he’s been asking about you all day, but refuses to talk to you.”

your gaze flickers towards the setter, curiosity kindling within you. “why is he so stubborn about it?” you miffed.

“you tell me, (y/l/n).” there was something persuasive about his articulation, that even if takeharu was implying some sly arrangement, you couldn’t help but play along with it. “you two have petty arguments all the time that end up not being that serious, what happened this time?”

“the usual misunderstanding,” was all you could reveal, anything else and you would’ve landed yourself a one-way ticket towards absolute embarrassment.

takeharu scoffs, “of course it is. now, listen, terushima is acting weirdly and obviously that’s going to affect our volleyball practice, like i seriously don’t want extra drills just cause you keep ignoring him.” his thoughts lingered for a second, “i don’t know what you two argued about, but i think you two should talk and clarify some things and just become friends again.”

“we were barely friends to begin with, takeharu.” you asserted, your gaze finally turning to meet his in your usual deadpan expression.

“really?” he inquired, testing the waters he knew was perilous to trek on. “that’s not what i remembered when i saw you two skipping class that one day, or how you two are always with each other during lunches—”

a slight warm sensation reached your cheeks as you shook your head, “you’re looking to far into it. terushima’s the one who comes up to me and i just talk to him because i’m bored and have nothing else to do.”

“right, of course.”

a smirk melted upon takeharu’s visage and to what you would usually want to wipe that smug look off his face, you only turned away to hide the blush rising on your expression. “and that’s all it was,” you concluded. “besides, i’m pretty sure he has a massive crush on karasuno’s volleyball manager.”

“oh yeah, i think everybody knows that.” the setter laughs as if it were to lighten up the mood a bit more, but the look on your face when he said that made him recoil a bit. “b-but since he finally found someone he actually goes to school with and is actually his age, maybe—”

“maybe nothing,” you immediately cut him off, “are you forgetting how much of a fuckboy he is?”

“personally, i think he’s more of a playboy since he just flirts and doesn’t sleep around, but I get what you’re saying.” takeharu mutters matter-of-factly before continuing, “and obviously i’m not forgetting that fact, but based on how differently he acted today now that you were giving him the silent treatment, I think you actually have a shot.”

you brows furrow, “a shot at what?”

“taming the infamously untameable volleyball captain, terushima yuuji.”

you audibly scoff, feigning yourself from bursting out laughing at the idea.

“think about it.” the setter starts again as you two look at each other attentively, “almost everyone here knows that you and terushima have a thing going, whether or not you two actually like each other. not that i’m saying you should live up to the peer pressure, but you two literally look like the epitome of opposites attract in a shoujo manga. what do you think would happen?”

“something unfortunate, that’s for sure.”

takeharu could only roll his eyes again, amusement lighting up his features as he shook his head at the notion. “i still think you should talk to him. lunch isn’t really over yet, either.”

you audibly groan as the setter suddenly forces you to get up out of your chair, “do i have to?”

“yes!” he exclaimed, “please, he’s being so annoying.”

the school’s crowded hallways surrounded you. you typically liked having your personal space, so having to be casually bumping shoulders with others as you walked through the hallway was literally your worst nightmare. perhaps it was the simmering and leftover fervor from your argument that your jungle-mind was too clouded with the thought of having even an inch of feelings for the volleyball captain. despite knowing where terushima’s classroom was, you weren’t even trying to find him anymore, instead, you wandered the labyrinthine corridors in self-indulgence until you managed to stumble upon the restrooms. they were right near terushima’s classroom.

you relieved yourself before cleansing your hands from the wet crimson that dried into a burnished brown. you didn’t have any bandages on you and you certainly weren’t in the mood to walk all the way to the nurses office, so you opted in wrapping your hand with two layers of toilet paper before trekking back out into the hallways.

a sigh escaped from your lips as you stepped into terushima’s classroom.

to your surprise, he was actually sitting at his desk for once and not walking around his classroom talking to others. rather, he did have others around him making conversation, but it wasn’t like terushima was active in their talkative endeavors in the first place, anyway.

“i’m here to make amends,” you announce, folding your arms over your chest as the students who surrounded the volleyball captain noticed your blinding presence and backed away slightly.

“did takeharu send you?” terushima questioned as he arched a brow at you.

“yeah,” you immediately answer only to be responded by the tilting confusion of terushima’s head in disbelief. “...but it was on my own accord as well.”

a chuckle emits from his lips as he nods, “okay then, you can continue.”

the hint of playfulness in terushima’s voice made it difficult for you to speak of your apology seriously. with the sense of lightness within the air, suddenly bringing up their past argument would surely eliminate the casual aura. “i...” you almost hesitates and you didn’t know why. fuck it, you thought. “i wanted to apologize for overreacting this morning. i honestly don’t even know why i got so affected by you flirting with others when i shouldn’t even care.”

the words spilled out of your mouth faster than anticipated and you immediately felt embarrassed. you weren’t used to apologizing despite certain faults in your past, you would never get used to it. you would certainly never get used to the hard gaze terushima’s expression fell into the moment you offered some form of remorse. and to what you assumed would be another form of reciprocated antagonizing of your character, a simple, yet small grin tugged at terushima’s lips as he looked at you. for a moment, you felt your heart stop.

how charming.

“it’s alright,” he replied positively, taking you aback. “it’s quite funny, though—how you acted. i was genuinely surprised, (y/n).”

you raised a brow at the boy before you, “really?”

“well, my feelings have always been a product of being played by you.” terushima slyly suggested a fact that you weren’t even aware of. he shifted his weight upon his chair as you remained speechless, “i always thought my feelings were obvious for you, (y/n).”

your eyebrows furrow into confusion as you noticed how everyone suddenly gave you and the volleyball captain space. “they were jokes, weren’t they?”

“and how would you know they were jokes?” he tested.

“you flirt with everyone.”

“only to get you jealous enough to like me back,” he fired back as you were found speechless once more.

your gaze that fell to the floor had flicked upon terushima, sighing as you shifted awkwardly from your stance in front of him, “i don’t get it.” you said when you leaned your weight against a desk behind you. “why me?”

terushima shrugs, “you were a challenge—a confusing one that is,” he confesses, “usually, people would either be too easy to win over or reject me straight up. meanwhile, you neither gotten easily won over or had rejected me, so i continued to be by your side until you noticed i was serious about my feelings for you.”

“you know i hate it when people aren’t being straight up with me, yuuji.”

yuuji, the way your voice said his name was music to terushima’s ears as it kept repeating it in his head. he was so obviously wrapped around your finger, you didn’t even notice. you rarely called him this, but when you do, you were being serious. “i know, i just figured at some point you could’ve just completely told me to fuck off if you really wanted to... but you didn’t.”

you really didn’t. that was your complete downfall and realization that you possibly had feelings for johzenji’s volleyball captain. it filled you up with so much ichor, you assumed that maybe your feelings of annoyance for him was simply a facade. perhaps you hated the fact that you actually enjoyed terushima’s boisterous presence that you even felt you heart steadily quicken the more and more he poured his feelings out to you. god, you were a mess on the inside, but on your exterior, you visage was still as deadpanned as before.

“you’re right,” you finally spoke from a brief period of silence. “perhaps you’re not as annoying as i thought you were.”

“so you’re not mad at me?” he asks innocently.

you shake you head, “why would i? i was the one who got jealous in the first place.”

terushima could feel the corners of his lips tug into a smirk, “is this your way of confessing to me, (y/n)?”

“yes and that’s all you’re getting from me, yuuji.” at that point, you couldn’t help but put a small smile on your face as he offered his hand for you. graciously taking his calloused hands into you soft ones because you thought you two were doing your signature hand shake, terushima had actually pulled you into an embrace.

you two held each other for a good second, almost in awe as this was both out of your characters to be in each other’s arms, but it honestly felt nice. you and terushima had almost forgotten the tense air that was between you two the entire school day until it was interrupted by the loud ringing of the school bell.

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lovinglokilaufeyson · 4 years

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Soulmate - T.H

Pairings: Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Warnings: Fluffy!Tom, AU, Protective!Tom, Fluff for days, Smut (at the end), Cheeky!Tom

Wordcount: 6,825

Summary: Tom Hiddleston is widely known as Hollywood’s “bad boy.” You weren’t known in Hollywood. Tom, for most of his life, was a gentleman. But for some reason, within the last 2 years, he’d changed. He slept with all of his costars, who hoped to be the one to get him to settle down. You’d been waiting for your soulmate for so many years, in your mind, he was nice, funny, charismatic, nothing like the man you met the day your timer hit zero.

A/N: I wasn’t sure really when to end this, so I kinda just ended it. But I’m sure if people like it enough, there’ll be another part or two :) Let me know what you think! It seemed a bit long, but I hope you enjoyed. It was a bit of a slow burn imagine.

24d / 6h / 51m / 10s

A little under a month before you were set to meet your soulmate, and your heart was skipping beats left and right. You did your best to keep your mind off of it, but it was so difficult, with your timer right in front of your face. You had gotten home from the grocery store, excited to make your breakfast. You turned on the TV as background noise, and heard some rambling about a new movie coming out. You rolled your eyes. Yes, you really enjoyed most movies, but unfortunately, some of the actors really got on your nerves. The snarky comments, massive egos, everything about them turned you off. It really did make sense why they always ended up together.

Yes, you knew that not all actors and actresses were that type, but the man they were gossiping about on TV? Definitely. Tom Hiddleston had started getting a reputation in showbizz about 2 years back, you remember. He started out as the nice guy, but for whatever reason, he turned into the jerk that slept with his female costars all the time. Sometimes you wondered if he even had a soulmate.

He was incredibly attractive, he had tattoos littered across his body, all of them being ones that he had gotten fairly recently. He wore leather a lot, with mostly blacks and neutrals in his closet. He just wasn’t at all your type on the inside. You, on the other hand, liked to keep things classy, with soft colors. You didn’t wear much leather, only once and a while. Some people felt that you were stuck up, but underneath that outside shell was a lot of hidden secrets. Your social media meme accounts, your goofy side, your somewhat strange sense of humor. Not many people knew that side of you, and you hoped that when you met your soulmate, he’d accept it. Hell, everyone had a weird side. Right?

22d / 3h / 45m / 8s

You had met up with your best friend and her boyfriend, Malik, for coffee. Malik was really good to Y/F/N. He was overall charming, handsome, hardworking, and intelligent. He was basically all you could ever want for Y/F/N. Although when you met him, you had to second guess yourself and your timer, because it felt so natural to be around him. But you’d never tell Y/F/N that. “So, how’re you doing, Y/N?” Y/F/N asked, taking a sip of her latte.

“I’m okay, I suppose. I’m really really nervous about this whole soulmate thing. You guys met nearly 5 years ago. What if he’s not right for me?” You sputtered out, rambling on a bit. You were really scared of the thought of meeting someone who really wasn’t right for you at all. You wanted something like Malik and Y/F/N, something genuine and compassionate. You looked at them hold hands and steal glances at each other. It was so natural for them. Their eyes lit up when they saw each other, and you’d hoped it’d be similar for you and your soulmate.

9d / 1h / 28m / 47s

You met up with your family roughly a week before your timer was set. Your mom wouldn’t stop talking about it. You almost thought that she was more interested than you were. But, you supposed that the thrill of her daughter finally being able to find her soulmate was exciting to her. Both of your brothers and your sister had each found their soulmates several years back. You were the only one without one. Even your cousins had found theirs without a problem.

Your dad wasn’t overly protective, thank goodness, he realized that everyone had a soulmate, and there wasn’t anything he could do to stop it. Yes, it took him a little while to come to terms with his little girls finding their soulmates. But he got over it and realized that it was just a part of life. “Guys, Josh and I have an announcement.” She declared, standing up from the couch she sat on, Josh holding her hand next to her. “What is it, Kayla?” Your mother asked in excitement. “We’re pregnant.”

Smiles and joyous excitement circulated through the room. This was bound to make your mother the happiest woman in the world. The thought of becoming a grandmother was something she had dreamed of, she loved children. And since she was too old to have her own, Kayla being pregnant was an absolute dream. Her and Josh had gotten married about a year before, and met 4 years before that. They were slow and steady. Sometimes your mother thought that you’d be pregnant before Kayla. Yet here you were, sitting on the couch, yet to meet your soulmate.

2d / 4h / 56m / 9s

You had landed in Seattle mere hours before, excited for your weekend away with the girls. Cassidy had insisted upon it, even going as far to book the flights before asking anyone. You, Veronica, Cassidy, and Y/F/N were going to have so much fun on the coast. Crazily enough, with how everything was scheduled out, you were set to meet your soulmate either in the Seattle Airport or on the plane. Depending on how it all played out. The universe had a crazy way of flipping things around.

Cassidy had met her soulmate recently. You hadn’t met him yet, but apparently he wasn’t too excited to go a weekend without his girl. He’s a little clingy, she told you. Honestly, Cassidy’s comment about Rowan wouldn’t have bothered you if you had actually met your soulmate. But you had no idea what he’d be like. What if you didn’t like him? What if there was something about him, or multiple things, that you hated? You were scared of the thought. You enjoyed a weekend of shopping, going to the beach, and just having a good time with your girls. You had gone clubbing the night before your flight, which you had all known was a bad idea. But you went through with it anyways.

14h / 6m / 23s

You had to admit, the night was probably not a great idea for you all. But you needed some time to just unwind and forget. Forget that Kayla’s pregnant, that you still haven’t met “the one.” Forget about the stresses of not liking the one you’re supposed to be with for the rest of your life. You had enough to be buzzed, maybe a tad tipsy, but not enough to get you totally wasted. You didn’t want to be a complete mess when you met your soulmate. Maybe a slight one.

Veronica, Cassidy, and Y/F/N, however, were almost too drunk to function. You knew they were fun drunks, but you also knew that waking them up tomorrow morning would be a painstakingly slow process. You set an alarm for 8:30, hoping to catch a few more things before leaving Seattle.

5h / 34m / 2s

You were right. Waking the girls up was definitely more difficult than usual, but you knew that you should go and see a few more things, even check out a museum nearby. Veronica pulled her phone out after getting ready, scrolling whilst laying on the bed, when you suddenly heard her gasp. “Tom Hiddleston’s in Seattle. Right now.”

You giggled at her. She was so immature sometimes. You loved her, so so much, but sometimes you wished she was a bit more mature. “We should totally go meet him.” You rolled your eyes as she spoke. “I’d prefer to meet my soulmate.” You raised your eyebrows at her, a bit mad she had forgotten about such an event. She knew it was really important to you. “Shit, sorry Y/N.” She apologized. “Tom could be your soulmate. Seems like destiny.” She smiled, and you rolled your eyes at her for what seemed like the 12th time that day.

“I’d rather die.” You thought he was nice and charming. But that was before he started sleeping with all of his costars, treating them like shit. He had-what you thought were-completely meaningless tattoos, and he had such a bad boy look to him. You much preferred his preppy, British look his sported before this crisis of his. “Oof. Do you hate him or something?”

“No, I’m just not in love with the fact that he sleeps with anything that walks.” You frowned, looking back at Cassidy and Y/F/N, who were still lying in bed, silently listening to you and Veronica’s conversation. Though, they didn’t make it obvious. “We should go check out a museum or something.” You spoke, and all the other girls looked at you in confusion. Apparently they weren’t as into history as you are. Your heart ached, you knew you’d be meeting the possible love of your life. Most likely, anyway. For some, their “soulmate” didn’t work out. They’d try to be together, but it failed miserably, and they went their separate ways, in search for a new love. This happened very sparingly, and was pretty rare amongst humans. Usually, the gods were right. Most of the time. There was always headlines whenever it happened, but you had only seen 2 in your entire life. You hoped you weren’t the next.

4h / 21m /9s

You finally convinced Cassidy that meeting Tom Hiddleston wasn’t something you felt needed to happen today. That you were already too nervous from everything else, and you just wanted a little time to do something relaxing. “Fine, fine.” She spoke, raising her hands in defeat. “If I never get to meet him, it’s your fault, you know.” “I’m sure you’ll meet him.” In the end, you decided on going to a museum for a little, then to the mall to do a bit of light shopping.

2h / 10m / 54s

Now was time for your least favorite part. Leaving a place you had grown to love so much. You and the girls had bonded immensely over this trip, and you were sad to say goodbye to Seattle. You and the girls got through security fairly quickly, making sure you had time to relax and unwind, as well as charge up your devices before the flight. You stared down at your timer. 2 hours, 10 minutes, 26 seconds. It was nerve racking. Y/F/N noticed your slight panicked expression and rubbed your back. “It’ll be okay, Y/N.”

“I know, I know.” But in the back of your mind, you knew that you had no idea of who he was or how he’d treat you. What would happen if you hid in the bathroom? You knew something would make you come out. The universe had a weird way of doing things.

16m / 33s

“Hey guys. I’m gonna go freshen up.” You spoke, standing up from your spot. You grabbed your smaller bag, but left your suitcase by the others. They knew you well enough to know that you wanted to be alone at this time, and so they simply let you go alone.

“Alright hon, don’t take too long.” Y/F/N smiled, as you waved back at them, heading to the bathroom across the hall of the airport. You immediately went to the mirror, checking your outfit and adjusting where you saw fit. You saw a young girl smile at you when you complimented her Marvel t-shirt. It really was an excellently done set of films. You liked all of the actors and actresses- besides one. Smiling to yourself as you got closer to the mirror, reapplying a bit of mascara, as well as your liquid lipstick, which had worn off slightly since the morning.

You tried to fix every flaw you believed you had in that airport mirror. You were very insecure when you were young, and although you had grown, your self esteem still wasn’t perfect. You still believed the words your middle school bullies told you, at least every once and a while. But you shook off the feeling, knowing that right now was not the time for your emotions to completely take control. That was the last thing you needed.

You looked down at your timer. 5m, 2s. A light squeal came from your lips, which earned you a giggle from the woman beside you. “Timer close?” She asked, and you nodded. “Only 4 minutes left.” You grinned, and her smile got bigger.

“My son’s timer is going to hit zero soon as well.” You realized she spoke in a British accent, and you smiled. You loved accents. Hers was so adorable, you couldn’t help but admire it. “Wow, small world.” You watched as she washed her hands, and you looked down at your timer once more.

“Good luck, love. I’m sure yours will be lovely. Tragic it’s not my Tom, though. You’re very pretty.” You smiled and thanked her, hoping the best for her son and his soon to be soulmate. “Thank you.” You watched as she exited the bathroom, and you waited for a moment before doing the same.

23s

What you failed to notice, however, was the ‘Caution: Wet Floor’ sign that had recently been placed outside the bathroom. You didn’t expect it in the slightest, and tripped-almost gracefully-over it, managing to knock the sign over and fall. Straight into Thomas William Hiddleston’s arms. Your soulmate. Looking up at him, you gasped for a moment, before blinking several times, not believing your eyes. “S-sorry.” You apologized, pulling yourself up from his arms, as he looked at you in awe. Tom had been waiting to meet his soulmate since he was young, and he was a romantic at heart. He wrote poems and songs of longing, longing for his forever person, his soulmate. You.

You adjusted your clothes once again, knowing they must be disheveled from the fall. You put the sign back up, trying to make it more noticeable for others this time. Shaking your head once more, you made your way up the small ramp, leading you to your friends. “Wait up!” Tom called, rushing after you. You walked as fast as you could, knowing that nothing would ever be the same. You wanted things to go back to how they were before.

Unfortunately for you, Tom was 6��2″ and had long legs, making it easy for him to catch up to you within a few minutes. “I’m sorry Tom-I just can’t be with you. I know about you. I know what you’ve done with your co-stars. I don’t want to be apart of that messed up world.” Tears welled up in your eyes, knowing that you’d have to find someone else. Which would not be an easy task. “Please. Let me explain. I’m not that guy.” You looked up in his big blue eyes, sighing. It’s just a talk. Just a talk. Nothing more. “Fine.” You sighed, walking with him to the nearest Starbucks to sit down and have a talk.

After ordering your coffees, (Tom was a true gentleman and refused to let you pay for yours) you sat down at a small table, so you could look across from him. You noticed the timer on your wrist was darkened, almost black. You had heard of this phenomenon. The closer to your soulmate, the darker the color of your timer. It’d turn black when you touched them. “I don’t think you properly introduced yourself, love.” Tom spoke, holding his hand out for you. You grasped it for the first time ever, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t feel the sparks.

“I’m Y/N. Y/N L/N.” You smiled. “Beautiful name for a beautiful girl.” He raised your hand up to his mouth, pressing a kiss on your knuckles. Oh, he was good. “Thank you.” You smiled as he set your hand down, allowing you to take a sip of your coffee.

“I know that the media portrays me as a- um-” He couldn’t seem to find the words. “Womanizer? Player? Fuckboy?” You spoke for him, and what little smile was on his face before fell a bit. “Yeah, that. I promise it’s all for publicity. They told me that I’d be more successful that way, but I regret it all. I wish I could just be myself again.” He spoke, sighing.

“So, it’s all a stunt? You haven’t actually slept with the majority of your female co-stars?” You asked, your hand coming closer to his. “Never. I promise, I saved myself for my soulmate. I’ve been waiting for this day, my entire life.” He shrugged, showing a small, closed-mouth smile. “The tattoos?”

“There’s a select few that are real. The rest are temporary that they put on me, but I can choose to let them show.” He responded, and you nodded. “I do like leather though.” You giggled at his statement, remembering all the times that Cassidy was scrolling on Google, looking at pictures of him in his jacket.

Suddenly, having a soulmate didn’t seem so bad. He was sweet, and a gentleman. Good looking, smart, and funny. Although you didn’t like how the media portrayed him, it wasn’t completely his fault. He was trying his best, and Y/F/N was a screen writer. She had told you a few times of how stars were manipulated to be shown a certain way. You just chose to believe that Tom was a complete ass, but you were glad that you were able to talk and get to know the real him. “So, what brings you to Seattle, Tom?”

“My mom. She’s always wanted to come here. It’s our last day. I wanted to spend mother’s day with her here.” You nodded, smiling. Then, in a quick moment, you remembered the woman you met in the bathroom. “What does she look like?” You asked, and he described the woman you had met to a tee. You smiled. “What, my love?” You melted at his pet name for you.

“I think I met her in the restroom earlier. She told me that your timer was hitting zero soon.” He smiled. It would honestly be so relieving if you and his mom got along well. He knew that it was something he yearned for, he loved his mother very much and had hoped his soulmate would adore her too. “She’s very sweet.” Slowly getting off the topic of him, he asked what brought you to Seattle. “Weekend away with my friends. My friend Cassidy is actually a pretty big fan of yours, I’ll have to have you meet her soon.” He smiled. “But I take it you weren’t a big fan of me? With the stories and all?”

“I was before you went into your ‘womanizer’ phase. I really enjoyed watching movies of yours but then I heard about you and your co-stars and I kinda lost the feeling, you know? I did really love your classy style back then.” You smiled, and he nodded, smiling a little bit at certain moments in your answer. “I understand. The media portrays me horribly now.” You nodded, taking his hand in your and giving it a peck like he had done moments before.

“It’s okay. It’s your life Tom, you can take control if you so desire. I believe you are good, as well as so many other people.”

“Thank you, love.” He smiled, blushing a little bit at your comment. As well as your lips hitting his knuckles. “Where’re you going?” Tom asked, almost in fear. “My hometown. It’s called Y/H/T.”

“Can I come with you?” He asked, suddenly, but spontaneously. “Yeah. I’d love for you to meet my family.” You smiled, a small blush falling upon your cheeks.

“We’re going to go and talk to my mom, if that’s alright. Maybe you and your friends could fly with us in the private jet?” He asked, and your eyes widened, clearly not as used to this superstar ‘treatment’ as he was. You nodded, trying to stay as calm as possible. “I know it’s a tad overwhelming, love.” He grabbed onto your hand, intertwining it in his. You couldn’t help but notice how utterly perfect it felt. His hand was much larger than yours. Your timer faded black, and you smiled at it.

Although Cassidy fell asleep and you, Y/F/N, and Veronica had to drag her onto the private jet, you knew that she’d flip once she realized. Veronica and Y/F/N were relatively calm around Tom, although you kept getting butterflies in your stomach whenever he called you a pet name, or said something sweet to you. You and Tom’s mother got along marvelously, more than he could ever wish for.

Cassidy was restless on the other side of the plane, laying down on the comfortable couch. She moved around a lot when she slept, and you wondered how long it’d been since she talked to Rowan. Apparently he had made a big deal about her going out and drinking, although you were positive nothing had happened last night. You were sober enough last night to know. She ended up in the hotel room, in the queen sized bed next to Veronica. You and Tom were talking about so many things, to the point where Veronica and Y/F/N were almost sick from it. But they knew you were both just so excited and livid from meeting each other.

When Cassidy woke up, you could tell she was pretty much out of it. “Where am I?” Veronica immediately rushed to her side, and you were happy that Tom’s face wasn’t visible from where she was laying. “On the plane, Cas. We’re heading home at the moment.”

“Doesn’t look like a regular o’l plane.” She murmured, sitting up. She gasped, looking over at you and at the back of Tom’s head. “Did I miss it?” She pouted, walking up to you two. She was finally able to see Tom’s face and she gasped once again. “Tom Hiddleston!” She squealed, immediately enveloping him in a hug. “Hello there love, nice to meet you.” He smiled, giving her a quick hug back. She released him in a moment, looking back and forth between the two of you. “Are you?”

“Yep.” Tom smiled, grabbing your hand and pecking it. She swooned, blushing a tad. “Y/N, I’m sooooo happy for you!” She smiled, hugging you this time. “I told you he’s great!” She smiled, and Tom’s smile faltered for a moment, before returning. Remembering that he almost let his reputation come between him and his soulmate. He was so glad that you gave him a chance and let him talk to you. You were honestly all he hoped for and more. Shorter than him, which he found absolutely adorable. You piqued his interest and you were so glad that he had the opportunity to be soulmates with someone like you. Even when you were asleep on the plane, your aura calmed him as he watched you sleep. He was so enveloped in your and every part of your life. He was excited, yet nervous to meet the family of the one he loved. Even though maybe he wouldn’t tell you he loved you just yet; you had only known each other for a few hours. Not even a day. Yet he was enraptured all the same. “She’s beautiful, Tom.” His mom spoke from beside him, rubbing his back thoughtfully. “She is.” He replied, turning to her and giving her a charming smile.

“I met her in the airport bathroom earlier, you know. When she told me her timer was going off soon, I told her it was a shame she wasn’t going to be with my Tom. But things just had a beautiful way of working out. You’re both so lucky to have found each other.” Tom couldn’t help but think of how utterly nervous he was before meeting you. He could tell you were in a similar state, from how you reacted when you met him initially. His mom pecked his cheek, before the plane began descending into Y/H/T.

Waking up, you were flooded with messages from your mother. She knew that you had met someone who was going to be in your life forever. “Y/N, how are you?” “Who’s your soulmate?” “Is he nice?” “Is he handsome?”

“I’m bringing him home, mom. You, dad, and everyone can meet him a bit later. 6 pm?” You responded, and not a minute later she texted back with excitement. “Everyone’s coming over! I’ll make my famous lasagna.” She was clearly very excited. She only made her lasagna on special occasions, such as this. You smiled, not noticing that Tom was sitting on the other side of the plane, looking at you lovingly. “Good morning, sleepyhead.” He spoke, walking over to sit next to you. “Hi.” You spoke, setting your phone down.

“What’s making my girl smile? Not that I’m complaining that you are.” He smiled sweetly, making you giggle. “Well, first of all, I’ve got the soulmate of my dreams,” you replied, smiling at him as he stared into your e/c eyes. “Second of all, my mom somehow got all of my siblings to come in for a lunch tomorrow. To meet said soulmate of my dreams.” You blushed, giving him a quick peck on the cheek.

The next afternoon came faster than you could’ve imagined. You slept at your parents’ house, not wanting Tom to arrive sooner than you to the family lunch. His hotel was a lot closer than your apartment. You got dressed in a simple sundress, a pair of brown boots, and a sweater-cardigan that covered up your arms, as they got cold pretty easily. You made sure to shave your legs and everything, you wanted to look nice on such an important day. You tapped your foot nervously, excited yet nervous for your soulmate’s first appearance in your family. Your mom was anxiously watching her lasagna, which she had gotten up at nearly 7 am to start. “I wish to know more about Tom.” She spoke, and you giggled in amusement.

“I know, mom. Soon. He’ll be here soon.” You muttered, and but a second later, you received a message from one Tom Hiddleston. “Hey babe, be there soon. Missed you so much last night.” God he was the sweetest. You hadn’t the heart to leave him on read, so you typed a message back to him. “See you soon Tom!” You’d be lying if you said that you were scared of relationships, or at least partially. Yes, your family was happy and for the most part, their relationship problems always worked themselves out, no matter how difficult. But you always had a “what if” placed in your mind. What if you and your soulmate didn’t work out? What if he hated you, or the way you looked?

The ringing of the doorbell shook you from your dreamlike state, thinking of possibilities for the future. The future always scared you. Even more so now. You hopped from your seat on the stool, hoping for the best. You answered the door before your mother got the chance to, and for that, you were grateful for. The last thing you needed was your clingy mother scaring away your soulmate before the get together even began. You opened the door, your eyes met with possibly the most handsome man your eyes had ever seen.

“Hi, Tom.” You managed to sputter out, and he noticed your nervous energy for a moment, before shaking it off. “Hello, sweetheart.” Instead of simply following you to the kitchen, his towering figure gave you a hug. Your frame was small in comparison to his, and you felt a nibble on your ear. “Care to show me around, lovely?”

You showed Tom the upstairs first, not wanting to interrupt any conversations happening throughout the kitchen, dining room, or living room. You lead him into your childhood bedroom, which appeared relatively the same as it was when you left it. The posters of Harry Potter, and some Marvel films littered the walls. You were a fan of Marvel, you liked the stories, you just weren’t fond of the actors in recent years. When you were younger you definitely loved every part of the franchise.

“So, my pet, you were a fan of Marvel.” He spoke, a dominant tone coming out. “At one time, yes.” You replied, and he nodded. He hoped that Loki was your favorite, at least at one time. “I loved all of them,” you continued, as if reading his mind. “But I fell out of love with the characters, as well as the series, when the media started portraying all of the actors so horribly.” He nodded, agreeing with you. “They did portray us as complete assholes.” He spoke, as you nuzzled your face into his chest. “You’re so adorable. I’m incredibly lucky.” He spoke, and you giggled into his chest. “Don’t you mean you’re incredibly loki?” You joked as a smile appeared on his face. “You stop that. Right now.” You giggled again.

“Y/N, honey, lunchtime!” You heard your mom from the bottom of the stairs. You began heading downstairs, Tom right on your tail. You suddenly felt his presence, but closer this time. His lips were so very close to your ear, and his front side placed oh-so-close to your back. “You have a fabulous ass, by the way.” He grabbed at it, and you squealed, nearly falling into the wall nearby. “And that, was adorable.” He pulled you into him, using a grip on your waist. You were unfamiliar with this level of intimacy. It was strange.

Walking downstairs with Tom following shortly behind, you entered the living room, seeing your siblings, their significant others, and your parents. Kayla was showing, just a little bit more than the last time you saw her. Her belly just barely bulged, but you could tell. Everyone turned to face you and Tom, the newest couple to the family. “Everyone, this is Tom, my soulmate.” You spoke easily, slightly scared of what they would think. You really liked Tom, and you hoped your family would to.

“Oh my gosh, that’s Tom Hiddleston!” Your mom gasped. “So lovely to meet you, Tom.” She found her way over to you two, bringing her hand out to shake his. “Lovely to meet you as well, Mrs. Y/L/N.” “Oh please, call me Karen.” Tom smiled lightly. “My famous lasagna is for dinner, honey.” Your mom spoke. “Sounds lovely.” Tom smiled once more. You introduced Tom to your siblings and their significant others, as well. Your father helped your mother in the kitchen as they prepared a wonderful dinner. You and your siblings played a board game before dinner began. You and Tom made a pretty good team in Scattergories. “Alright kiddos, dinner’s ready!”

Everyone headed towards the dining room, gathering at the dinner table. Tom sat next to you, and all of your siblings oohed and awed at the wonderful meal your parents had prepared. Your father helped with appetizers and dessert, and your mother prepared the main course. Everything looked wonderful. “Looks great,” Tom noted, praising your mother.

After a wonderful meal, you felt Tom’s hand on your thigh as you continued in great conversations with your family. Everyone seemed to be getting along well, which you were glad for. However, the gentle yet sensual feeling of Tom’s ginormous hand upon your thigh was a large distraction in this situation. It was odd, you had never felt this way before.

As Tom’s hand became closer and closer to your core, you became more and more heated. You glanced over at him, seeing the smirk upon his face. “Stop” you mouthed. His smirk became even more prominent, and his hand, at this point, had come to play with the band of your panties, his fingers twisting the skinny band of your pink lace thong. “Well, it’s getting late, I think Tom and I are gonna get going.” You spoke, standing up almost immediately afterwards. Because of this action, Tom was forced to let go of your panties. A glimmer of hope left his eyes, and you both waved goodbye to your family.

The car ride home was interesting to say the least, however, it was comfortable. Your apartment was more towards the downtown region of your town, and it was really cozy. You liked it a fair amount, at least. Tom dropped you off, and you hopped out of the car, saying a "goodnight Tom" as you did. Heading towards the entrance of your apartment, you heard Tom's car engine stop. You squinted your eyes, slightly confused, but continued on. You heard a "Y/N!" from behind you, and you turned around. "Yes?" You asked Tom. "Don't you think we have a bit of unfinished business, darling?" You furrowed your brows, looking at him confused as he jogged to catch up with you.

“What’s going on?” You questioned, puzzled. "Can I come in with you?" He asked, and you nodded slightly. You should be able to spend time with your soulmate, right? Though, you were slightly uncomfortable with Tom inside your less than luxurious home, you knew you would have to get used to it eventually. You were just scared, you supposed.Tom followed you into your foyer, which consisted of a small hallway, scattered with a couple of your shoes, and a staircase leading upstairs. After you took your jacket and shoes off, you lead him up to your living room. You felt Tom's strong hands on your waist as you looked around your living space, deciding whether or not to be embarrassed. However, Tom seemed far more interested in your neck than anything else at the moment. You felt Tom’s lips sucking intently on your sweet spot. “Tom...” you moaned out, and you felt Tom’s mouth turn into a smirk. “God you’re so beautiful.” He spoke, “take me to your room, please.” He never let go of your waist as you led him towards your bedroom.

You had never felt as intimate as you did right now. Though you were scared, Tom made you feel comfortable. Tom brought you upon your made bed, laying on top of you. Though you were smaller than him, he didn’t allow all of his weight to lay on you. “Tom” you spoke as he detached his lips from yours and nibbled on your ear. “Yes my love?” “I’m scared” you told him. He immediately got off of you, plopping beside you on the bed. “If you’re not ready for this, it’s okay. I just want to be with you as much as I can. Now that I have you I never want to let you go.” You smiled at his sweetness. “You are the absolute sweetest, Tom.” You kissed his cheek. You intertwined your hand with his as you felt your core heat up slightly. You were ready, you decided. He was your soulmate. There shouldn’t be a doubt in your mind. This time, you initiated, climbing on top of him and straddling his waist.

His hands came to rest upon your thighs, slightly underneath your sundress. You felt his hardened length rest against your thigh, as you felt Tom’s hands pull the bottom of your sundress upwards, and you lifted your arms up, completely revealing yourself to him. Your matching pink bra and pantie set was certainly a sight for sore eyes. Tom’s eyes widened, which confirmed that fact. He then allowed you to help him pull his shirt off of his torso. This time it was your turn to awe at his wickedly muscular chest and abs, which you were very impressed with. “Like what you see?” You heard him ask, and you nodded. “I love it.”

He flipped you back on to the bed, then continued undressing. This time it was his jeans, which were fitted amazingly upon his strong figure. “God Tom” you moaned out, and he let out a slight chuckle on your collarbone. You could see how prominent his bulge was now, and did not disappoint your inter fan girl. He detached your bra from your body with ease, and now the only thing left on either one of you was your underwear. Yours did much less to hide you, however, as the light pink lace thong left very little to the imagination. No wonder Tom had been completely all over them earlier that night.

Tom brought his hands down to his own underwear, where his prominent bulge was located. He released his member, and you eyed it curiously. Obviously, from sex ed classes, you knew what one would look like, but you had never truly seen one. It was fairly large, probably 7 1/2 to 8 inches long. You had no idea how that thing would fit inside of you. Tom slowly slid off your panties, which were the last piece of clothing remaining on you. “Are you ready, my love?” You heard him whisper. Though you were pretty turned on, there was still uncertainty. Would it hurt? “I don’t know.” You murmured. “I’ll get you ready.” Lowering himself towards your labia, he held your knees right over his shoulders as his face came into contact with you.

Jesus. It didn’t take much for Tom’s tongue to excite something within you. All of the sudden, you were incredibly heated, much more than before. You were immensely wet, your juices seeping on to Tom’s tongue. You didn’t think it was possible that you could be any more soaked. You were ready, you supposed. You were on the edge. Tom kissed you, giving you a taste of yourself on your tongue. “Taste good?” You nodded in response. “Okay, I’m gonna go slow, love.” You felt his tip on the brim of your hole, and he began slowly pressing inward. It hurt, but part of the pleasure hit you, just a little. “Ahh” you moaned out as Tom pressed about 2/3 of his length into you. It hurt, but as he began pulsing in and out, you felt the pleasure hit you more and more. It felt good, now. “You feel so good Y/N” you heard Tom whisper into your ear. You both reached your climaxes soon after that, it felt amazing. He peeled his sweaty body off of yours, laying beside you. “You’re so perfect.” Tom whispered into your ear, giving you a kiss on your cheek. You smiled in response. “I’m gonna pop into the shower real quick, Tom. I’m feeling a little sweaty due to, you know.” You spoke. You got out of bed, scampering over to your bathroom. “Love your ass!” Tom yelled from your bed.

You got into the steaming shower, allowing yourself to lather your body with soap. However, soon you were joined by Tom, who wished to wash off as well. You hugged his soft skin as he joined you, lathering his body in soap. Tom began feeling you up with soap, and you silently protested and shook your head. “Tom. Stop it!” You gasped as he gave a squeeze to your breasts. “No funny business.” You told him, rejecting his advances. “You’re right, we have plenty of time.” He noted, and after that, you two were quick to get out of the shower.

The rest of the night was relatively tame, with cuddles from Tom abundant as you laid in bed together. You felt completely protected by him as he spooned you and intertwined his legs with yours. Everything felt completely and utterly perfect.

Waking up the next day, you wondered if it was all a dream. Tom’s warm figure was no longer next to you, however. You were slightly scared, but wandering down your stairs in your silk robe, you found Tom in your kitchen. He was cooking up a wonderful meal, eggs, bacon, toast. You were so happy to see him. “Good morning, Tom!” You spoke gleefully, running up to him. “Good morning sweetheart.” He told you as he flipped the eggs. He turned around afterwards, giving you a hug and a kiss on the cheek. “You need any help with anything?” You asked, and Tom shook his head. “You just relax my dear. You can get yourself something to drink, how about that?” You immediately headed towards your coffee maker, turning it on so it would begin to brew. “Would you like any coffee, babe?” You asked, and he nodded gratefully. “That would be wonderful.”

You poured you each a cup, then grabbed some cream and sugar. You put some in yours, but waited for Tom to serve himself. You liked the sweet taste, rather than plain bitter coffee. Tom settled for a little cream and sugar in his as well. You felt his arms settle around you in a hug, sipping on his coffee. Breakfast was wonderful. You could feel everything settling into place. You had a wonderful soulmate and a wonderful future together. You felt Tom give you a kiss on the top of your head, and butterflies fluttered in your stomach. Everything was perfect.

#tom hiddleston #tom hiddleston smut #tom hiddleston x reader #alternate universe #tom hiddleston loki #hiddleston #tom hiddleston imagine #tom hiddleston fluff #tom hiddleston x you #tom hiddleston lemon

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choisanii · 4 years

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wait for the enneagram thing, what are the enneagrams of each type of stans (as you've observed) if you know ? im genuinely curious.

ok so a little disclaimer before i start rambling: i’m by no means an expert on enneagrams i just find them absolutely fascinating and i think they’re really helpful overall! like if you know what type you are and what type someone else in your life is, you are evidently able to better understand yourself, them, and therefore better your relationship with them! also considering i have <15 ateez moots, some of which i unfortunately do not know that well, i’m going to try to keep this pretty vague and i’m also going to mostly base it on what i’ve observed in the members themselves (what types i think they may be, but again, i don’t know them personally so take it with a grain of salt!), as I think that one of the reasons our biases are who they are is because we identify with certain aspects of their personality.

general note about the enneagram system: there are 9 types––one of them is your “basic personality.” this is your “core”, dominating personality, something predetermined partially by genetics and pre-natal factors, but also by your childhood (parental figures, significant events/experiences, etc.). however, since one’s personality is fluid and cannot be confined to just one “box” or “type”, everyone inevitably identifies with other types as well (this is where “wings” come in but that’s too complicated so i’ll stick with the core type). no type is “better” or “worse” than another; it’s literally just an explanation of why you are the way you are and how that contributes to how you see the world and interact with others.

hongjoong stans: type 1 (the reformer) or type 3 (the achiever) -> in the most basic sense type 1s are perfectionists. conscientious and ethical. they are set apart from the other types due to the existence of a self-critical “internal voice/monologue”. one may even call them workaholics due to the fact that they’ll often suppress their personal needs/self indulgence in favor of productivity. high standards. a very very strong moral compass. incessant desire to be “right”. fears corruption. type 3s are also known to be workaholics and they struggle with competitiveness. they’re extremely driven and ambitious though they are often overly concerned with their self image. gets wrapped up in their problems; tends to neglect their personal needs and the needs of others. strives to gain love and approval through performance. usually regarded as popular and well-liked among others, the “class president” or “homecoming king/queen/monarch” type. aims to be a role model who inspires others.

seonghwa stans: type 2 (the helper) or type 9 (the peacemaker) -> type 2s at their best are unselfish, altruistic, and maintain an unconditional love for others. extremely warm-hearted and empathetic. great listeners. kind and nurturing. self-sacrificial and people-pleasing. issues with possessiveness and acknowledging their own needs. bases self worth on what they give to others and what they’ll get back in return. may become overly dependent or manipulative. values relationships above all else. embodiment of the “good parent” everyone wishes they had. type 9s avoid anger and conflict at all costs. the mediator. merges with others and makes sacrifices in order to gain a sense of peace, belonging, and harmony, sometimes at the expense of their own feelings. can be very passive-aggressive when upset. trusting and gets along well with others. tendency to be overly complacent. can be very stubborn. maintains a generally optimistic point of view; likes to see the “bright side” of things.

yunho stans: type 4 (the individualist) or type 7 (the enthusiast) -> type 4s want nothing more than to “find themselves” and create their unique sense of self. inspired and creative, they view themselves as unlike any other human being; not in an arrogant way––in a way that makes them focus on their own personal deficiencies as well as hone in on their personal talents. honest and self-reflective. fears abandonment and loss. struggles with negative self image and low self esteem. type 7s epitomize the motto “don’t worry, be happy.” hate being bored; moves towards excitement, freedom, and a variety of interesting experiences. always willing to try something new. difficulty with commitment. extroverted, optimistic, and playful. struggles with impatience and impulsiveness. aims to maintain their freedom and happiness at all costs, never wanting to miss out on worthwhile experiences. spontaneous, agile, and exceptionally fast learners. book smart and impressive mind-body coordination.

yeosang stans: type 4 (the individualist) or type 6 (the loyalist) -> like i said with yunho, type 4s uniquely talented and expressive. gift for healing and the creative arts. always looking for more meaning in things. intense emotional highs and lows, difficult to find a happy medium. can be moody and self conscious. wishes to connect with people who understand them and their feelings. honest with themselves; do not attempt to rationalize their states, only accept them, which enables them to endure suffering with a quiet strength. easier for them to process painful experiences that may overwhelm other types. type 6s are reliable, trustworthy, and hardworking. when they are internally stable and self reliant, they become able to champion themselves and others. seek security and support from others in order to fight against anxiety and insecurity. friends for life. beliefs sometimes go against the “status quo” but they will defend and fight for them fiercely, more so than they’d do for themselves.

san stans: type 2 (the helper) or type 3 (the achiever) -> maybe this is me just projecting since i’m a type 2 wing 3 but these two types really stand out to me in terms of my san biased moots as well as san himself. as i said with hwa, type 2s at their best are unselfish, altruistic, and maintain an unconditional love for others. people person and people-pleaser. extremely empathetic and give good advice. self worth depends on the love and approval of others. considerate, generous, helpful. fears becoming worthless. does not want to be taken for granted. may become overly involved in the lives of others. energetic, romantic, and sensitive to other’s needs and feelings. and like i said with hongjoong, type 3s believe that only through performance, achievement, and success will they gain love and approval. can be very self conscious and self critical; wants to appear their best. motivated and motivating, constantly on a journey of self-improvement. their unwavering belief in themselves and desire for self development inspires others to do the same. a role model.

mingi stans: type 7 (the enthusiast) or type 9 (the peacemaker) -> like i said with yunho, type 7s are constantly seeking out new experiences. playful, optimistic, versatile, and extroverted. can be “scatter-brained” and end up undisciplined or over-extended. become satisfied when they are able to focus their talents on worthwhile goals. approach to life is not unlike “a kid in a candy store”. able to pick up skills and talents with relative ease, though when confronted with too many, they are unable to choose one to focus on. balance is key. like i said with hwa, type 9s are the mediators, the ones to avoid anger and conflict at all costs. passive aggressive under stress. seeks peace through acquiesce and acceptance. able to bring people together and solve conflicts. very in touch with their inner selves. goal-oriented but not aggressive. do not do well under pressure. struggle with finding a strong sense of identity. “spiritual seekers”, yearns for a connection with the cosmos as well as other people.

wooyoung stans: type 7 (the enthusiast) or type 8 (the challenger) -> like i said with yunho and mingi, type 7s hate being bored; they are constantly seeking excitement, freedom, and a variety of interesting and new experiences. an avoider; they avoid pain and fear by escaping into fun and pleasure. often have difficulty with commitment and following through. easily distracted and can become exhausted from being constantly on the go. do not attempt to control. brain works at a mile a minute, much faster than anyone else is able to comprehend. aims to stay upbeat and look forward to a bright, positive future. type 8s are proud, confident, powerful, and strong. not afraid of confrontation. extremely self assertive and independent, might be intimidating to others. have difficulty with allowing themselves to be vulnerable. quick to anger but easy to appease. fears being harmed or controlled by others. denies weakness or fear. refuse to “give in” to social convention.

jongho stans: type 5 (the investigator) or type 8 (the challenger) -> type 5s are visionaries, able to see the world in an entirely new way. focus on complex ideas and skills, sometimes to the point of detachment from the real world. relentless in their pursuit for knowledge. believe that they will eventually figure things out from the safety of their minds. hate feeling useless or incapable. compartmentalize people and situations. minimalist lifestyle; holds back strong feelings and desires/needs. like i said with wooyoung, type 8s are confident, impulsive, and aggressive. not afraid to go after what they want. difficulty being vulnerable. courageous, make good leaders, and protective of the weak. feel the need to control their environment (people as well) which may end up coming off as intimidating and domineering. want to be self reliant by proving their strength and resisting weaknesses. seek total independence and do not like being indebted to anyone. exercise an enormous amount of will, endurance, and persistence in their day-to-day lives.

#ateez #ot8 #ok to rb #thank u for asking shims <3 but sorry this is such a long post aklsjdfhajs #again i based this off of mostly what i see in the members themselves and a little bit on the one or two moots that bias each of them #so it's definitely not totally accurate! take it with a grain of salt or whatever #just to reiterate: personalities are very fluid! u can identify with some aspects #not always all of them and that's totally normal (which is why there are wings)#i love talking abt enneagrams so if anyone is interested always feel free to come chat w me abt them!!#cute mutuals #atinyphobe #askjess

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doomedeternal · 3 years

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The “Counterphobic 6″ vs. 8 Conundrum

So this was the thing I wrote after a typing session that finally cleared my accurate Enneagram type. Basically this details the key distinctions between Type 8 and a more “counterphobic” variety of Type 6.

Let’s get all the introductions out of the way: I’m an SP/SO 6w5 with 683 fixes, which puts me in the same caliber as dickheads, douchebags, and dictators.

I also happened to mistype as an 8 (which wing depends on the time of day) for a while until I swapped that card over for a new, shiny 6w5 card.

With this humble piece, I hope to share my story of mistyping, clarity, and in the end, shed some light on the differences between 6 and 8 from the point of view of someone who has fallen into that very same mistyping trap.

MY MISTYPING HELL

I got into the Enneagram through a friend and after a few attempts of testing and conversations with a couple of friends to gauge some observations, I typed myself as an 8, and off I went (I swung between both wings but I didn’t understand why at this point).

As I went deeper into studying the Enneagram, I came across the concept of “phobic” and “counterphobic” when it comes to Type 6. At some point in my deep dive, a lot of the “counterphobic” descriptions hit a nerve a little too close for comfort, and started having doubts about my core type.

That’s where I hit Google and attempted to seek answers to my little conundrum. Unfortunately, instead of finding answers, I found mostly the following:

Half-baked descriptions of both 6 and 8 that never got to the core of either type

Circlejerk threads of 6s (mostly men) posturing themselves as Eights and digging their heels when questioned about the possibility of mistyping

The branding of 6 (especially those who lean towards counterphobia) as “Wannabe 8s”, which has some anecdotal origins, but it loses the essence Sixes have that’s unique to the type.

And many others…

Yet despite all that, I held on to my 8 typing for dear life, while still open to the possibility of mistyping. It’s a walking contradiction of sorts, but such is the life of a Six.

FINDING CLARITY

During my time studying the Enneagram, I came across this site called Enneagrammer, and along with it the Big Hormone Enneagram podcasts. As I pursued all this information, I’ve gained even more clarity about the various types and their relationships with each other in a way I’ve never understood it before.

Despite all that, the question remained: Am I a 6 or an 8?

In a last-ditch attempt to find answers, I caved in and purchased a typing video reading. Unfortunately, I submitted mine during a time where a lot of people did and ended up swapping it with an hour-long typing session with Emeka, one of the ad.

I’m glad I did.

Fast-forward to the 30th of October 2020. I had a difficult time sleeping the night before due to a mix of excitement and anxiety. Thankfully it was first thing in the morning so once I got up and freshened myself up, we started the typing session.

Not even 15 minutes in, the distinction was clear as day.

Emeka explaining how 6 operates, and how my wing, fixes, and stacking interacted to form the full picture of my type felt like someone read my deepest, darkest secrets. It’s like when you’re on stage and your pants fell off in front of an entire audience, but at the same time, it’s in a way validating in an “I feel seen” type of way.

My full type from my 5 wing, assertive fixes, and self-preservation stacking makes for a more “grounded”, earthy flavor of the 6 (as opposed to many type 6 descriptions which appear to have 6w7 in mind). Unless people know what to look for, I can look like a gut type at first glance.

Despite what appearances and first impressions show, the “counterphobic” 6 (who are probably likely to be 8-fixed 6s) have some significant key differences that distinguish them from true 8s.

AGGRESSION AND REACTIVITY

Both 6 (especially 8-fixed 6) and 8 can be aggressive and territorial. As both types reside on the Reactive triad, they’re both intense types who aren’t afraid to let other people know about how they feel about something.

The key difference between both is the motivation behind the aggression.

For starters, the 8 brand of aggression focuses on creating their reality through action and expansion. This makes for a calmer, more deliberate, more shameless type of expressing themselves due to the lack of superego influence.

6’s aggression, on the other hand, happens as a response to the swinging pendulum in their head (or “splitting”) and is usually a cover for deep-seated anxiety. The thing with 6 most of the time is that we don’t even know that we’re anxious – the underlying anxiety is the baseline.

As a 5-wing, my way to seek certainty is to hoard information and devise structures to give me that map. Sometimes it gets to a point where I haven't taken certain factors into consideration (especially because...people are people, and can be unpredictable). When surprises happen, my first instinct is to push on as a reaction to those surprises (because reactive type), which is where the aggression comes from.

It takes a lot of self-reflection and insight to get out of this trap, but with some work and self-reflection, it can be done.

HEAD VS. GUT

All Head types attempt to find a way to orient themselves, frame reality as they know it, and concoct a narrative that makes sense to them, as distorted as the result would be. For the 6, this comes in the form of “what ifs” and worst-case-scenarios.

The 6 is most especially in tune with the nuts and bolts of the systems that matter to them the most. They would be the first people to spot if something is off, which makes them excellent troubleshooters, problem solvers, and project managers.

6’s signature ambivalence leads them to find rational ways to prove a point. For one that’s mistyping as an 8, this can look like trying to create scenarios and reasons to convince others that they’re an 8, which is even more proof of the mistyping at hand.

8s, on the other hand, are the system. They would just chuck everything out, push their way into things, and rewrite reality as it suits them regardless of health level.

INSTINCTUAL STACKING MYTHS

There’s also a pervasive myth in online typology circles that “counterphobic” 6 can only be sexual types. As a self-preservation 6, I can tell you off the bat that this couldn’t be way more off-base and is one of the primary reasons I mistyped as an 8 for so long.

“Counterphobic” 6s can be of any instinctual stacking. The notion that they can only be sexual types can only operate under the assumption that 6 can only be phobic or counterphobic, which is counter to the signature duality of the type.

6 phobia and counterphobia lie on a spectrum. How an individual 6 reacts depends on the person and situation. What the stacking tells you is what instinct this duality is most especially apparent.

For me as a self-preservation 6, this happens when self-preservation issues of health, finances, and lifestyle are at stake. This especially makes me extremely controlling and territorial of my space and any “intrusion” will send the alarm bells.

The main distinction with the 8-fixed 6 brand of boundary defense compared to that of the 8 (which is a more offensive-centric type) is that we tend to be much more vigilant of the boundary and pre-emptively strike before you even cross the line.

ATTACHMENT VS. REJECTION

The final key difference between 6 and 8 lies in one being an attachment type (6) and the other a rejection type (8).

6 (even with assertive and rejection fixes), for all their bluffing and blustering, are at the core attachment types. Whether we’re aware of it or not, as attachment types we have the need to be connected to “The Grid” (whether it’s people, systems, or anything that connects us to the world at large).

This gives us 6s a “testy” quality. We test and probe the people we interact with and change course depending on their reaction. Kind of like how our image-focused 3 siblings do except the reason why we do this is to help us orient the compass rather than craft the best image for the job (that is get the most value).

Meanwhile, 8s, their forceful action is a form of separation and dissociation from “The Grid". As rejection types, they assume right off the bat that they’re going to be rejected and thus offer their strength and willpower as they reject their vulnerability.

THE POWER OF WINGS AND FIXES

Like all attachment types, a 6 core is a “blank canvas” that gains its color and shape based on the wing, fixes, and instinctual stacking.If the core type, wing, and stacking are the main colors, the gut fix are the shadows, and the heart fix are the highlights.

6w5, specifically (due to the influence of the withdrawn, competency-focused 5) tend to be more private, cynical, and “grounded” than the 6w7 and can look like an 8 at first glance. This could all be just me projecting my experiences on to you, but that’s for you to decide.

A 6w7, on the other hand, tends to have more scattered energy due to the 7 mix. This makes for a more optimistic, emotional brand of the type that tends to mistype as 2, 4, or 9.

The narratives of “fighting for the underdog” and “toughening themselves up” usually attributed to 8s are more appropriate to the type 6 (I mean, 6w5 specifically is named The Defender, for God’s sake). More so because we have the hardest time accessing our courage.

Because how do we do the thing when we don’t know what the thing looks like?

What gut fix the 6 has adds striking color to the type: 9-fixed and 1-fixed 6s deal with underlying anxiety by mostly withdrawing from the source (9-fix) or contorting themselves to a standard in the attempt to quell the fear (1-fix).

8-fixed 6s? We just huff, puff, and take action to get it over with.

An 8 fix gives the 6 the license to “be” a 6 and wear the "ping-pong" game on their sleeve. The 6 “Inner Committee” (as Riso brands it) has a meeting every single time we make a decision, and for those of up with 8 fixes, it’s like telling them to shut the fuck up and stomping out in a huff to do the damn thing.

Because of this, an 8-fixed 6 will look more like the 8 stereotypes than an actual 8. 8-cores tend to be much better at picking their battles and knowing when to drop it when something is not worth it to them.’

The heart fix adds yet another dimension to the 6. Adding a 4 heart fix will make the 6-8 even more reactive and “raw”, whereas a 3 heart fix gives the 6-8 stem more tact and an emphasis on “reacting to get a certain reaction”. A 2 heart fix makes for a more people-focused, overbearing parent-figure type of quality.

The 6 can be many things, but “mediocre” and “same-y” is definitely not one of them.

WHY THE CONFUSION AND WHY ADDRESS IT?

Now that we have the differences out of the way, it’s good to ask, “If the differences are clear, why are people confusing the two types anyway?”

The distinction between 6s and 8s has been a subject of online debate since time immemorial. Based on my observations and experience, this is due to several things:

Confusing descriptions that end up adding more questions than answers. We’ve seen this happen with type 4 vs. 9 (another common mistyping), and unfortunately, some discussions blur the distinction for 6 vs. 8 even further.

A society that reveres certain types of strength more than others. This is how many (mostly male, based on observation) 6s posture themselves to the idealized, “powerful” version of the 8 without taking into consideration the dark side of the type.

The bad rep attachment types in general get. For all the pitfalls of 6, they also have their own strengths other types can learn from like loyalty, insight, and anti-elitism.

Defining the distinction between types helps people genuinely see themselves for what they are, warts and all, and helps lay the foundation for fruitful, meaningful inner work that gets us out the trappings of type and connect in a truly authentic way, no matter what type you are.

It gives the space to respond instead of reaching for the first instinct without a care for how it affects the big picture, and for the 6, it serves as the orienting needed to set the course and open up to other possibilities.

#enneagram #enneagram 6 #enneagram 8 #6w5 #6w7 #8w7 #8w9

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maggie i’ve been trying to suss out the plot of ur bug lesbians for so long please tell me abt them. somehow it got into my head that they were?? like jaeger pilots? please confirm or deny

i can’t do a read more on mobile so i’m sorry in advance (coming back here after i’ve written this: it makes no sense. it’s all rambling. sorry. and i just put things everywhere randomly so this won’t even be typed chronologically)

yeah there’s giant fun robots! most of them are normal and fine but like a few of them are very fucked up

so there’s four pov characters and at the start of the story three of them are on the same ship and the fourth is the target they’re chasing? only one of them knows they even HAVE a target and is trying her best to stall because she and the target were roommates in fucked up robot catholic school. the other two are playing crazy 8s and being romantic and also terrified all the time but also doing a lot of theorizing about things because they know SOMETHING is up they just don’t know what’s going on. Bc you know. their commander won’t give them any information. and also avoids them because she hates narrative parallelism

also the one stalling is also having her blood drunk by her giant robot. and maybe being mildly possessed by it? so it’s maybe The most fucked up robot. it’s also a giant dog and a good boy. and an heirloom of a fucked up family. which may explain some stuff but honestly i think nisa’s mom was just a bitch and it didn’t have anything to do with the robot she’s just like that.

and she’s stalling bc she Knows she won’t turn perovskia in she knows she wouldn’t let her get hurt she Knows it’ll change her life forever if she finds her and she’s just not ready to face that. but yknow she has to so it was all just very silly of her but when something will change your life dramatically it’s terrifying even if you know that things currently Suck.

somewhere in here Arkansas’s family is threatened and it’s. upsetting. and i’m not sure what direction to go in with it but it will be important because her family means a Lot to her. she has two very good kind dads and a little sister named Tinsel. basically she has the only functional biological family out of all the characters and they make me :’) I also think they eventually meet Idabel and ADORE her and since she grew up without parents it’s just a very strange and emotional experience and. h. they r Wives. and the Trust family is all very sweet and kind even if Arkansas struggles a lot w gifted kid syndrome like i think her dads did their best even if they fucked up sometimes yknow. idabel goes fucking wild at the arcade like legitimately bloodthirsty and arkansas is just like i love my furious and powerful wife

anyway there’s some (a lot of) homoerotic space fighting (which perovskia usually wins BECAUSE she remembers when she and nisa used to spar and can predict what she’ll do. nisa ALSO remembers this bc. ofc she does. but perovskia had to learn how to adapt after Events bc her physical health changed a lot and she had to learn to be more careful about overexerting herself and also now knows how to swordfight. and moves more fluidly and confidently. so what nisa expects to happen often doesn’t bc perovskia’s fighting style has changed so much while nisa hasn’t really bothered to refine hers. anyway) perovskia (the gay little target that does a gay little crime and makes fun of you to piss you off) is like hey. what if you all committed treason it’s really fun and sexy. and then her adoptive mechanic mom gives everyone spinal surgery so their bodies don’t shut down and they won’t die :) that’s a thing by the way i won’t elaborate bc uhh :( but it is why perovskia has all the. nerve damage and chronic pain. i can elaborate on the actual Pre-story perovskia stuff later bc i think about it A Lot and it has a lot of bearing on her character but it’s also. before all this. but anyway if she hadn’t been bleeding out on Slice’s front lawn specifically she Would be dead. and there’s some fun narrative foil character shifts that happen four years before the main storyline but i will not say bc i’m tired

after this is Vague in my mind but a lot of it is Perovskia and Nisa reconnecting and just. talking. but being weird and repressed and deflective about anything Meaningful. And I have written a Lot about this so there’s more than I can condense but it’s very fucking good and. Idk. it’s a big shift in the narrative at this point and they’re just Agonizing about their dumb little feelings and it’s good. and P doing some work to make their giant fucking spaceship more stealthy. and Idabel and Arkansas being really cute and also going THROUGH it because i mean. a lot is happening. And it’s nothing either of them ever expected to happen but they’re like. hopeful for the future or whatever don’t look at me. It’s just like. put all of these characters on a spaceship in the middle of nowhere in transit and they all Have to have conversations even if they don’t want to because it’s HARD. nisa is forced by slice to learn how to make pancakes

Slice makes stew. They’re good at stew and contraptions and having a mild new england accent somehow. also canonically back in the scrapyard they would make things like the knife wielding tentacle constantly and perovskia would just stumble upon them. slice changed the live laugh love sign to say die cry hate because perovskia made fun of it. they r her mom.

so now they do some fun fun robberies and various crimes and it’s so sexy and i don’t think N and P are like. fully caught up at this point or know where they stand, so there’s a lot of very fun banter and having to work together despite really being afraid but also yearning to get to know each other again and just connect with one another honestly and openly after four fuckin years apart. because they’re both so different now but also very much the same. horse staring out into sea MAN. the thing is there’s no direct like. reason for them to avoid each other (at first P was shocked and overwhelmed and felt a little bit betrayed when she found out who was chasing her until she found out WHY. oh i forgot to mention Nisa BEGGED to be assigned commander for this mission bc she knew anyone else wouldn’t hesitate to get Perovskia killed. Forgot to mention that it’s IMPORTANT she fucking loves her so much god DAMMIT) but it’s just. tense and there’s a lot happening and it’s just. Ghhhdhbnm and ofc I and A have picked up on it since P showed up but it’s like. ok so what is Happening here. OH AND ONCE THEY START WORKING THINGS OUT IDABEL DOES START BEHAVING LIKE NISA’S SHITTY LITTLE SIBLING AND ACTING FUCKING DISGUSTED BY THEM ITS VERY FUNNY. they’re like perovskia you’re pretty cool what’s up with this. nisa sucks and also is a bitch. and perovskia says SHE CAN GET IT. and idabel says GET WHAT? BANNED FROM OLIVE GARDEN? and perovskia fans herself and is like yeah~ and idabel was just joking around but now is debating between mercilessly making fun of her and hitting her with a cricket bat. but god when P and N just get to hold each other in silence and security and just be. it’s . they. god. fuck. man.

oh i know this is a space story but perovskia just straight up has a sword (and some knives and maybe a gun idk) don’t ask me why idk but it’s very lesbian of her and she does gay little flourishes and is just. very annoying and i like her a lot. she’s very dramatic like her alias was madame revenant when she was living in the scrapyard and just doing some petty crimes like. she embroidered that jacket herself nobody calls her that she’s just a goofball. also warrior cats exist and she makes warrior cat fan animations. that just has to be true so warriors has been preserved for centuries. also she was presumed dead for a while uhh don’t think abt it too much but she likes that aesthetic.

Idabel takes the best to this new life of crime they are fucking FOR it she gets a FLAMETHROWER and Arkansas is like. wrow honestly my favorite thing abt them is that they’re both fucking INCREDIBLE pilots. like they know what they’re doing. and nisa is really really bad at it btw she cannot pilot a mech well. but this block of text isn’t about her i’m talking about THEM. Their chemistry is so good they r just. 🥺. and they both become Fast friends with perovskia because she’s just pretty likeable?? and ofc nisa’s jealous bc a) you guys don’t even like me :( but also b) that’s MY friend. it’s very funny. honey of course they didn’t like you you were being very unpleasant to be around. but arkansas does rlly wanna be friends with her and she and idabel have so much sibling energy it’s insane. i think they’d abel and cain each other for a scooby snack but also kill for each other. because they’re tiny girls who will growl at you solidarity and also probably hang out and just destroy things with bats sometimes. they all become closer and get a rlly sweet found family dynamic it just takes a While. oh also idabel is basically the chosen one and can set things on fire with her hands but it’s barely touched on because i think that’s a really funny thing to just ignore. but i also think it does become important because it’s largely fueled by anger and emotion and. h. i think idabel has a lot of feelings ok. Arkansas and Perovskia bond over having fucking anxiety disorders and have caprisun drinking competitions. i think it’s just like. these people all have similar trauma and need people to lean on when things are hard so they stick with each other once they have the option to split apart because by then they’re friends and work well together and Care. auto tuned baby crying mp3.

Alia and Agent Variety show up somewhere around here? They’re Slice’s very cool wives and Alia has a Vechicle Collection and own fucking stupid race cars and stuff and I love her. perovskia is afraid of being in vechiles so she has to take a fucking benadryl every time they have to make a getaway. Variety isn’t actually an Agent anymore and I also love HER because she’s very fucking good. they started out as just contacts slice had but it turns out they’re all in love <3 alia is also actually a sports car racer like. unprofessionally. illegally. which is just very cool of them.

Also i don’t think it has. a very BIG end, yknow? it’s like, they’re doing very good things and are up against a lot, and I don’t think they like.. singlehandedly take down the government or anything because they’re only a few people. but i think they get a happy ending and get to grow old while making positive changes to the world around them. like i don’t think they’ll be able to solve everything but they’re sure as hell gonna do what they can. But idk maybe they actually do get like. some good shit done. but again they’re not. an army. they’re a bunch of 20-somethings and their rube-goldberg-machine-creating chaperone. but i think they should get a fun climactic moment so i guess this is all to say i don’t. have an ending planned. but there should probably be one at some point.

OH AND the giant evil blood sucking dog vineyard vines robot Definitely almost kills Nisa (or at least fully destroys her in some way) and. it’s very narrowly avoided and she’s very very weak for a while because it took a lot out of her. also the dog robot does make grape vines grow and uhhhh any grapes that show up are 100% full of the pilot’s siphoned blood. also i think there’s still some remnants of that bitch in nisa’s mind afterwards bc an old mechanical god is hard to get rid of. but it’s mostly ok.

Also the bug people are just. a thing. like every person in the most recent generation in this specific society are at least a little bit genetically experimented on because. it sucks there. and i think if your parents bribe the government you can be a little Less fucked up but yknow. everyone’s a little weird. this was an excuse to put bug ppl in here they’re just the folks who were probably the most fucked with and i have many bug people here because i think bugs are cool and i want them to look like weird little bugs. This was all also an excuse to give the main characters fangs bc i’m gay. i don’t think randomly fucking with your genetics will make you a bug in real life so do not try this at home or at all PSA

SPEAKING of the society ok it’s very much obsessed with earth nostalgia and stuff and very yknow. basic cyperpunk shitty capitalism you know the drill you’ve seen space operas whatever but it’s also weirdly oligarchical? and like? it’s weird and bad and kind of a corporatocracy?? and. fuck. idk man they’re a fucked up space catgirl greeble-y amazon with catholic imagery. The Academy is also a thing but. idk how to describe it more than i already have it’s just kinda shitty boarding school. And after a certain point ppl can get sent on like. missions and stuff? in their fucking robots? but again i’m not sure what For. an option could be that there’s nearby Shit and nobody can tell if it’s safe because space is weird? also it’s only about 3200 so i’d say like. whole societies out in space is a relatively new thing and there’s some weird shit going on. so they sometimes send teenagers out in robots to see what’s up and that ends SUPER well for EVERYONE. hmm something SHOULD be going on actually there should be some weird eldritch space stuff. it should be connected to the more fucked up robots. it should also be Core’s fault somehow because uhhh capitalism and lack of foresight? anyway here’s women kissing i don’t know things. WAIT FUCK I FORGOT TO MENTION HOW SHADY SOME OF THE STUFF GOING ON IS LIKE THE DEATHS OF THE CREW PEROVSKIA WAS ON UHHH JUST TRUST ME DUDE like they are NOT afraid to get kids killed which was IMPLIED but also like it goes a little deeper than that and uhh i don’t know exactly what’s happening. but i’m sure it’ll all fall into place eventually. basically it’s very fatt shitty faction vibes idk how else to describe it. man it‘s like. just. there’s stuff happening they have goals and ideals and there’s probably more to it than i know so far bc stuff happens but i don’t KNOW what i’m tired and have been typing this for a year i don’t want to talk abt the bad capitalists i want to talk about tenderness and girls but unfortunately the ways in which the girls are tender are deeply informed by the environment they grew up in so i do have to think about it even if they all deserved better.

i think they all get a cat or a dog or something eventually. like they all deserve it. i think the final home they build together is actually pretty reminiscent of the scrapyard house. i think they get to live there for the rest of their lives and. just build something small and wonderful for themselves :’)

also i forgot to put men in the story they exist i just forgot about them. there’s nisa’s one ex i already forgot his name but he’s mentioned i think.

#IM SO SORRY FOR HOW INCOMPREHENSIBLE THIS IS I DONT HAVEA PLOT I HAVE CONCEPTS #ocs #long post #LONG FUCKING POST I CAN’T STRESS THIS ENOUGH #death ment #body horror cw #maybe #catholicism ment #again just to be safe #injury ment #possession tw

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