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INTP Ti - Si Loop

Explanation on an MBTI loop. Not an expert. May change later.

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Loops in MBTI occurs when a type begins to cycle between their dominant and tertiary function, completely ignoring the auxiliary and inferior. This is mainly caused from stress and can be continous until finally broken.

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INTP Function stack: Ti - Ne - Si - Fe

When in a Ti - Si loop, INTP is stuck trying to find answers from previous experiences. They can get trapped in constant rumination about the past as they try to find the answer(s) to their issue(s). However, this does more harm than good as they will start to fixate on their past mistakes. Overanalyzing the things they could and should have done will paralyze them into fear and self doubt. Can be very indecisive. Their overthinking will stump their Aux Ne from functioning properly, which can cause INTP to get trapped with certain routines and structures (even if it is not benefitting them). Without the help of Ne, a looping INTP struggles to form new ideas and perspectives. It makes it difficult for INTP to be innovative.

To escape the loop, an INTP needs to learn to utilize their Ne properly again. They can try to put themselves in new opportunities that will get their Ne to function; new opportunities will hopefully get INTP to explore new ideas and concepts. Brainstorm possible solutions to get their gears going. Learn to be more accepting of their own mistakes and failures, be more self compassionate.

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MBTI Notes

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Anon wrote: Hi mbti notes, hope you’re doing well! I’m the intp who wrote to you in October (post/767883189332197376) abt my new school. I just want to say thank you so much as that was easily the most insightful advice I’ve ever gotten!

I’ve managed to settle in at my school, but I’ve noticed I feel very isolated. I left behind all my close friends, and tbh I haven’t really put in the effort to make new ones. The issue is I don’t feel very connected to other people, or to even my class or school at large. The environment I’m in is extremely welcoming (everyone is new there) but I just don’t feel with any of it if that makes sense. I’d love to be the kind of person who’d engage with people and form relationships with them (even superficial ones), but people just feel so two dimensional, and I’ll talk with them as people but almost not feel anything. Like I’ll smile and laugh and go through the motions of it all but really I don’t know how to feel invested, and it’s such a shame because I want to feel connected and like I belong somewhere so badly.

I’ve also always been really closed off (like I had a very personal bereavement and I didn’t tell even my close friends), and it doesn’t help that I’ve missed the last 3 months of school (due to physical issues that have resolved now) so everyone kind of knows each other and I don’t, and I get so self conscious around people I don’t know very well. Like I only really become friends with people when I get comfortable with them, and the school is massive so the conversations I have with people are really fleeting and just kind of dissipate.

I genuinely think there might be something wrong with me in that I can’t do something that’s so natural and so important and valuable, and just in general I don’t know how to get more able to feel anything at all (because I don’t particularly). I just feel so not lucid and almost unreal about everything that kind of goes on, like I’m incredibly detached. Things just sort of pass me by all the time and I don’t ever feel engaged or like I really care about anything, and I suppose this is the primary example in my life right now. What can I do about this (I’m alr on antidepressants so I mean more in a way of shifting my thinking or getting a new perspective on it)? Tia!

Hi Mbti notes, I’m the intp that literally just sent you an ask abt isolation like an hour ago, but I forgot to add something else I wanted your advice on. How do people become real (and I mean that in a social sense)? Because I have moral standards and things I appreciate and value and things I would sacrifice other things for, but I still don’t feel socially real if that makes sense. As in, I feel as if I could potentially get to know other people and their hobbies and interests and likes and dislikes and potential reactions to things and just kind of like their views on the world, but I could never have that kind of relationship in a reciprocal way, because there’s nothing fundamentally about me to get to know. I just feel so bland and unopinionated, like I’m genuinely cool with whatever and I don’t really care about much either way. This has kind of always been the case so I don’t think I can put it down to it just being my current depressive tendencies right now. I realise i kind of already asked you abt this earlier in November so sorry if it feels repetitive! And thanks in advance :)

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It does feel repetitive. These topics have already been covered before under the relevant tags, so I suggest you review for yourself. I intend for my blog to only be used by people who are at a place in life where they are ready and willing to change and improve. It sounds to me like you don't qualify, since the previous "insights" haven't made much of a dent in your thought process.

I spent several years as a teacher, and the part of the job I really, really hated was having to cajole students into caring about their own potential. There's only so much that can be done for people who don't really want to change. I get a lot of requests for help, and though I'm sad to see people in trouble, my time is limited and I don't want to throw it away on those who are determined to rationalize away their problems, half-ass things, or limit themselves by going on and on about all the things they can't do.

More often than not in psychology, "can't" is really just code for "won't". "Can't" refers to uncontrollable things that one must learn to adapt to or accept. However, "won't" refers to a self-imposed obstacle that no one but you has the power to remove. So far, I have yet to hear a compelling reason that constitutes a genuine "can't". Mostly, what I hear is loop-talk, which generally indicates "won't". Maybe I'm wrong, and if I am, then give me a proper reason for why you "can't" change, something that doesn't sound like an excuse.

Suffice it to say that your problem is a common symptom of Ti-Si loop, which means the remedy is to develop auxiliary Ne. This requires you to shift your perspective to focus on all the things that CAN be done. It seems you're waiting for someone/something to save you, but that's not how it works. It has to be a personal choice, an exercise of personal responsibility. If you can't even stand up to honor and exercise your own power to act, how can you expect the world to acknowledge or recognize you in any meaningful way?

Choosing to stay in tertiary loop means trapping oneself in faulty thinking. Your way of thinking is illogical because you have cause and effect backwards. You think your detachment is caused by the world having nothing of interest to you when, actually, the cause of your detachment is that you haven't done enough to develop an interest in the world.

You're essentially sitting there expecting to have great friendships without having to lift a finger to build them, maintain them, or nurture them. And you expect to have a strong sense of identity without having to expend the blood, sweat, and tears to forge one for yourself through gathering meaningful life experiences. Is this reasonable? Isn't this basically the attitude of a helpless infant or an entitled brat?

Cause and effect means "no input = no output". Actually, the remedy to detachment is very straightforward: Form attachments. "Form" is a verb. Verb means DO. Get involved. Put yourself out there. Participate in events. Be proactive. Take on social responsibilities that compel you to contribute of yourself to the world. Look for things to love and devote yourself to them wholeheartedly.

Stop waiting and simply step up and do what needs to be done. There are lots of things that need doing in this world, a lot of people who need a hand, a lot of worthy causes that could use your talents and abilities. There are so, so, so many opportunities, but Si loop means you don't want to see them, which amounts to choosing not to care. It's willful ignorance.

You say you don't have any feeling, but that's false. The truth is you don't have the emotional intelligence to recognize your feelings and, when you get uncomfortable feelings, you push them away or run away from the challenge of meeting them properly. You often talk yourself out of action by presuming to know the result, convincing yourself that it's not worth it - this is easier than confronting how you truly feel.

For instance, self-consciousness is a feeling. It challenges you to evaluate yourself and your social competency honestly. If your social skills aren't up to scratch, the right thing to do is improve them. But self-consciousness is just a minor feeling that should not get in the way of a truly determined Ti dom. If you are so heavily influenced and held back by minor feelings such as self-consciousness, then maybe you should call yourself F instead?

Do you know that indifference is a feeling, and a warning sign? It's warning you that when you don't develop your potential and put your abilities to good use in the world, they will atrophy and eventually render you useless. And how can you feel like a person of worth when you have made yourself useless by continuously choosing to blend into the background? Indifference is an ego defense mechanism that is used to numb oneself, but it eventually becomes painful when the low self-worth that comes with it rises up to slap you.

If you come back to me again saying "I just can't" without providing a valid reason as to why, what else can I say? I'm not going to play the role of parent or master to command you into action. Nobody can command you to open up when you are determined to stay closed, because you believe "that's how I've always been". Do you get that what has always been doesn't have to determine what will always be?

Caring requires you to open up your heart, be generous, and share yourself with people. You keep saying you can't do things because you don't care enough. You haven't yet understood that caring is a choice you make when it finally dawns on you that the alternative, choosing not to care, means turning yourself into a nothing and a nobody.

If it doesn't bother you to be nothing, then, okay, it's your right to be nothing. But if it does bother you, then you do indeed feel something, and that feeling should prompt action. Not listening to pain is a common way of getting stuck in a rut. How much longer can you bear the pain of wasting away into nothingness? At what point does it become unbearable and taking action to change becomes the only choice? And is this how you want to conduct your life, always waiting and waiting for things to become completely unbearable before you even consider the possibility of change?

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my maladaptive thought patterns? umm i think you mean my elite philosophical ways of life that i express in a matter-of-fact grandiose manner

[bat-the-misfit]

typing people who are healthy versions of their type is amazing but typing unhealthy types is so freaking fascinating

like it sucks they're unhealthy but THE CHALLENGE MAKES TYPING THEM SO MUCH MORE FUN

[siilent-wanderer]

Scripted, But Not Really

Pairing: actress!le sserafim x actress!reader

le sserafim as classic k-drama tropes

masterlist | aespa version | ive version

Chaewon

Fighting for Your Love

in the drama, your character is dating Chaewon’s

but her strict, prestigious family disapproves

really, just a lot of tears, arguments, and heartbreak

the tension is THICK thick and the emotions carry over off-camera

after a heavy scene, you notice Chaewon sitting alone, deep in thought

"Hey. That was just acting, right?

“Yeah. Acting. Felt a bit real, but yknow"

you take her hand, squeezing it reassuringly

for the first time, she opens up about something personal

“I’d still fight for you,” she says suddenly. “If it were real. I wouldn’t let them decide.”

when the crew watched the playback of your filmed scene, you were worried it might be too much for Chaewon

she doesn’t say anything, just quietly takes your hand and holds it in her lap for the rest of the break

a behind-the-scenes clip catches you two on the couch post-rehearsal

Chaewon’s head is resting on your shoulder, your pinkies linked

you’re murmuring something that makes her smile without opening her eyes

the caption when the clip goes viral: “Was this... scripted too?”

Sakura

Time Travel Romance

your drama is about reincarnated lovers

you meet across different timelines, fall in love, forget, and remember all over again

each version of Sakura’s character is a little different, but the one thing that doesn’t change is how she always falls for you

off-camera, your chemistry is still undeniable

like soulmates

“Do you think time travel’s real?” you ask once during a break

Sakura blinks

complete silence bec what would an INTP even say

“…I think time is softer than we think. Maybe it doesn’t move in a straight line, just in loops and echoes.”

“Whatever that means, unnie. I'll just take it as a yes.”

Kkura smiles, the gears turning in her head

she's about to say something uncharacteristically cheesy

“It sounds like I’d go back for you, if I could”

Yunjin

Enemies to Lovers

in the drama, you and Yunjin are constantly at each other’s throats

but fans eat it up, convinced there’s unresolved tension

the director actually takes advantage of this

so one day, the script calls for a shove-turned-accidental-kiss moment

you’re both confident pros… until the actual moment

the first time, you bump foreheads and Yunjin nearly falls over

“So violent,” she teases, laughing. “Trying to break my nose before I kiss you?”

the next take goes smoother. maybe a little too smooth

the kiss actually happens, but she doesn't pull back right away

her hand even brushes your jaw

later that night, you get a message from her:

“so… want to rehearse again? for accuracy??”

“Or just say you wanted to kiss me again.”

"busted"

Kazuha

Fake Dating to Real Feelings

in your drama, you’re co-stars caught up in a fake dating PR stunt

but on and offscreen, you’re always holding hands, feeding each other, walking each other to trailers

the thing is… Zuha starts doing it even when no cameras are around

“You’re forgetting we’re not filming right now,” you joke once when she feeds you from her lunchbox

"Am I?"

one night, a staff member catches you two in the hallway — Zuha leaning in to tuck your hair behind your ear

you don’t even notice the camera filming both of you

the clip airs during one of your guestings and the host teases her

“It was method acting,” Zuha deadpans then glances at you with a mischievous smile. “Very immersive.”

when the final episode airs, and your characters confess for real, Zuha texts you

“ready to stop pretending? :)”

"I thought we stopped weeks ago"

Eunchae

Taking Care of Her Fever

there’s a sweet scene in the drama where your character nurses Eunchae’s after she collapses from overworking

cooling her forehead, feeding her soup, whispering comforts, yknow the regular sweet stuff

BUT a few days later, Eunchae actually comes down with a fever

you find out when the director texts your manager that filming would be delayed for 2 days

you immediately rush to her dorm with meds, warm soup, and a hoodie

“Deja vu,” she murmurs weakly, snuggling into your hoodie

“At least now I don’t have to act,” you say, pulling a chair next to her bed

she clings to your pinky like in the scene, half-asleep but smiling

“Promise you’ll stay until I fall asleep?”

“Always.”

when she wakes up later, you’re still there, head resting by her side

she shares a photo on weverse with the caption "y/n unnie came by to take care of me~ are you jealous?"

[crushed-gh0st]

your favorite conspiracy theory?

That I'll be happy someday. JUST KIDDING. (Mostly.)

So here's the deal: I treat conspiracy theories like extended universe fanfiction for the real world. I don't believe in stuff I can't prove (Might sound wild but I'm pretty logical at heart) and they're theories for a reason. But I love diving into them like theyre part of a weird narrative written by the internet itself.

My favorite right now? Anything related to Agartha and the Hollow Earth. I don't believe a fraction of it, but it's fascinating. The lore just keeps growing. Like, you start with "there's a hidden civilization inside the Earth" and end up neck-deep in: Free Masons, Atlantis and Lemuria drama, mole people, apocryphal religious texts pulled wildly out of context, real-life cave systems that are definitely entrances to secret worlds, weird Russian military encounters in Antarctica, UFOs HIDING in Antarctica and/or in Agartha.

Also shout out to Reddit and 4chan turning this all into a collaborative and very much interactive fanfic! I just love facebook uncles making infographics and playing around with pseudoscience.... Can't wait to turn into one of them someday.

Anyways, recently I stumbled on a sub-branch of this whole thing where people have woven the Bucegi Mountains into it. Which I devoured, obviously, because I live near them. Gotta engage with the local lore.

But if we're talking all-time, my ultimate favorite is false history. Like the idea that huge chunks of what we accept as history have been edited, deleted, rewritten or straight up made up. And we'll never know the truth because the sources were buried before we were born.

Also: the Dead Internet Theory is getting harder to laugh off lately. As someone who uses 4chan a lot, it's very easy to feel like something's off. Like yeah, maybe the internet really did die sometime and now we're all just talking to bots, corporate ghosts, and weird AIs trained on each other's content in a loop. Maybe that's why everything feels uncanny and like an echo lately.

Maybe we are in the content farm and the harvest was us.

Other favorites: cryptids, UFOs, Mandela effects, unsourced weird facts that no one can prove are real but also no one can confidently say aren't. Im obsessed with the possibility. If it's eerie, half-plausible, and totally unverifiable? Inject it straight into my brain. No nutritional value and yet I'll eat it up every single time

Also, and I don't usually talk about this much, but I do believe the media we consume is shaped by something. A higher power? A structure? A filter? Whatever it is, it's not random. I don't like naming it or giving it personality. But you can feel it. Sometimes it's subtle. Sometimes it's really, really not.

Anyways. Everything is fake but the vibes. Thanks for asking.

And yes. I'm the most stereotypical INTP in existence, so naturally I hoard unprovable rabbit holes and facts like shiny rocks. I don't believe the Earth is hollow. In fact if you said that I would probably kill you with a rock right then and there. But I do think it's funny, dramatic, and interesting. Which is good enough for me.

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Ford MBTI: INTP or INTJ?

This has been the fucking crutch of my existence for a while as I still desperately trying to understand Ford completely. Rather than do my very important homework, I wanna explore Ford’s MBTI type as it is all I can think about. Who is this man? How exactly does he operate? Can people, including fictional characters who feel so damn real to me, be sorted into personality categories so easily? Am I overthinking this? And, something that I haven’t even considered, is he another type altogether?

Well, I can start with what we do know about Ford.

He relies far more on logical reasoning and decision-making over emotional ones. While both types do feel emotions, obviously, feeling functions are decision makers that value morals, beliefs, and feelings over logic. The difference between INTJ and INTP is how such decision functions operate. And before I bother explaining them, I would rather observe Ford some more. Or, more accurately, write about him to get a clearer picture.

He’s heavily introverted, preferring his own company over others, and is even a bit anti-social, considering his disdain for the general populations, such as the people of his hometown and of Gravity Falls. He believed them to be very small minded, simpletons even, and either needlessly stupid, cruel, or both. While we have seen him attempting to branch out and desire socializing, the results aren’t usually pleasant, thus encouraging isolation. Still, the quantity of them is considerable, such as the lightbulb for the family (requiring him to notice its absence and to consider solving the problem, even if it doesn’t affect him in the basement), coaxing Stan to join a game of DD&MD, and even his ruminations about talking to girls if he succeeds in building the portal.

He’s extremely inventive, often taking unusual paths such as using fire to shave his face or concluding that Gravity Falls’ weirdness concentration is the result of something outside of their dimension. 

The more I write, the more certain I feel that Ford is an INTP and I will explore why. I might explore him as an INTJ but not now. Not when the former is more fitting. I should also explore how Ford depicts an unhealthy INTP and is often in a Ti-Si loop. Not to mention, we’ve seen him the most in stressful situations, such as the fights between him and Stanley, the reopening of the portal, getting kidnapped for nefarious reasons twice (Probabilitor and the Security Drones), and Weirdmaggedon. Considering that MBTI is all about tendencies and preferences, it makes it difficult to consider Ford’s functions. But as I’ve explored his character, I am still confident.

Dominant Introverted Thinking: Accuracy, Logic, and a Wealth of Knowledge

Relies on multiple premises before finalizing on a decision. This one is seen best in The Book of Bill with Ford’s pro-con list about calling Stan to him. Whereas Extraverted Thinking (Te) is more about efficiency and heuristics (general statements), Introverted Thinking (Ti) opens up to possibilities, preferring to not assume right away what the answer is. Just because it has happened several times before doesn’t mean that it’s likely to happen again. There is always the risk of inaccuracy, something that Te isn’t entirely opposed to as it is more flexible. This is why Ti is often associated with extraverted perceiving functions, which are more adaptable. However, such reasoning in this function stack only applies to logic, not ethics and morals. Another way to overcome this rigidity, however, is to move past the binary… by creating more categories! Hey, it’s better than the all-or-nothing approach!

Those who use Introverted Thinking are often very precise with their words, which is seen in Ford’s writing and use of abstract language (“Sometimes the strangest things are right under our noses… And our feet in this particular instance!”) and his corrections on grammar (that Weirdmaggedon scene still feels more out of pettiness rather than a true desire for correct grammar to me, though. …Eh).

Ti Users are also prone to literal thinking, looking past context, or assuming that their conclusions are truly accurate and/or shared by the common populace. Not only did we see this when Ford comically assumed that “Batch out for Will!” was absolute nonsense (who is Will? And batch isn’t a verb, it’s a noun!), but also, tragically, when he assumed Stan’s actions at the Science Fair were intentional. 

Over all, Ford’s most natural function is his judgment of probability, accuracy, and reasoning, desiring above all else to understand the world and beyond.

Auxiliary Extraverted Intuition: There’s an infinite amount of possibilities and they’re all valid!

To bypass the rigidity of Ti, extraverted perception functions come in to give counter arguments, to encourage exploration. In Extraverted Intuition (Ne), this type of thinking is very divergent, exploding with a million ideas that almost appear random, even though they truly aren’t. Rather, via the use of Introverted Sensing (which we’ll get to), Ne is constantly inspired and eager to explore the unconventional and improbable, no matter how illogical they seem to be. While both Intuition Functions connect things on an abstract, metaphysical level (such as word play or analogies), Ne doesn’t settle on only a handful of ideas the way Ni does. Ni is more profound yet narrow-minded while Ne is more explorative but flaky. 

Ford’s Ne is best seen in his twelve PhDs. While a PhD is more about depth of insight in a subject, like Ni, the sheer amount of them lends to Ford’s need to explore all the ideas, especially things that are statistically improbable and, therefore, challenging his Ti. He adapted to the weirdness of Gravity Falls quite easily and, in a childhood flashback, Ford offered strange and wonderful ideas about ghostly pirates or mesoamerican gold in a shipwreck he and his brother founded. Not to mention his own quirks and rather out-there behaviors, like he switched from one thought to another. This is also seen best in his journals, full of rather unorganized ideas and observations and jokes, and in his hobbies such as DD&MD (it’s full of risk and imagination!)

Tertiary Introverted Sensing: The Details and The Past

A perceiving, learning function, introverted sensing (Si) is all about reviewing past experiences and comparing them to the present, favoring the tried and true over the unconventional (unless you’re an intuitive type). INTPs use this function as a way to support their frameworks and decisions, to play, to balance things out, and to correct what their more natural functions have noticed or created. This function is best seen in nostalgia, noticing fine sensory details and changes to the environment, recognizing physical patterns, perceiving bodily sensations, history, yoga and similar exercises. Unhealthy Si can often manifest as obsessive and perfectionist, or alternatively, extremely absent-minded or difficulty holding onto information on seemingly minute details. It’s no wonder that ENxPs are often associated with ADHD.

Unlike Extraverted Sensing (Se) which is in the moment, flexible, and adaptive, Si is less so as it keeps an internal record, hence why those with strong Si often have good episodic and visually detailed memory and consistent schedules. In fact, Si users tend to navigate through life via nostalgia as each and every sensory experience reminds them of previous ones, another reason as to why they favor the past and the familiar. Si users are also quite good at drawing on detailed connections between sensory inputs, such as comparing how the red of an apple is like the red of a shirt their old friend wears or how it’s not as red as the other apples they’ve eaten so far or as juicy. 

Nostalgia is seen in every type, but is valued and expressed differently. And, as someone who personally lacks in my top four function stack, I have difficulty understanding it myself, hence why I had written so much about it.

That’s why Ford’s examples are starting here, so hopefully you, dear reader, aren’t too lost. Ford’s Si is best seen in, again, his journals, helping to reorganize information to later review upon and ruminate, but also in his tendency to hold grudges (aside from his Inferior Fe, which we will get to, I promise). Ford also exhibited this in his exercise routines, use of yoga and meditation, and rather quick recovery of injuries. He didn’t seem all too opposed to having a metal plate installed in his head nor tattoos, both of which sound rather uncomfortable. Not to mention how he was willing to hand over his body to Bill during their friendship. It’s clear it wasn’t always this way as he was much clumsier and unathletic as a child, but as he grew older, he developed his tertiary function (quite typical in mbti typology!) and became comfortable with the sensory world, although not fully wisened to it the way more expert Si users are. His loathing of sleep and absent-minded tendencies best exhibit this. In essence, Ford gradually became more like Mabel as he grew.

Inferior Extraverted Feeling: The Needs of the Many (Can’t Stand People, Can’t Be Without Them)

Inferior functions are so damn hilarious if they didn’t sabotage us at nearly every turn. Many times, such functions are likened to that of a toddler. We love them, but we also hate them and are extremely annoyed by them. We hate the specific function within us, within others no matter their position, the general concept of it, but occasionally, it will bat its big, wet eyes at us and coo in its most enticing, adorable lisp ever. We let our guard down and wham, we’re burned out again. But unlike a toddler that needs an adult, we need the inferior function. This results in constantly repressing the function like a spring, until stress demands our attention and distracts us, causing the spring to be let loose and bounce all over the place, inwardly and externally.

Feeling functions, as I’ve said before, is best associated with how we decide upon moral or ethical decisions. Introverted Feeling (Fi) is similar to Ti in that it prefers accuracy and consistency, but it is directed to the self and to what is felt right. As an introverted function, it is also narrower but deeper, less flexible but more withstanding, and is a very loyal function, refusing to compromise or back down in the face of opposition. In short, Fi is about long-term satisfaction with the self and the heart, not wanting to live with regrets because they sacrificed their morality for something.

Extraverted Feeling (Fe), on the other hand, is more adaptive than Fi, willing to conform to social norms for the sake of harmony. Relying on heuristics of the introverted perceiving functions, Fe will approach people with a general attitude (typically, people want to be treated this way), unlike Fi which prefers a “treat people how you want to be treated” ideal. As you can see, both are actually quite fair and empathetic.

Fe users also tend to value belonging the most, often defining themselves by an external role such as a job or relationship title (ie. husband, student, teacher, etc). And while it’s a judgment function and not a perceiving one, Fe users are often easily influenced by others when it comes to emotions, resulting in a difficulty to understand their own unless it’s laid out externally. This is where Ford’s journaling and outbursts come in. (note, this is a general observation in mbti typology!)

For inferior Fe in Ford and emotional regulation, it’s best seen in two clips; when Stan interrupts Ford’s game with Dipper and when Ford tries to reason with Dipper who is panicking about his past association with Bill. In both, Ford is visibly attempting, and struggling, to keep calm while his emotions are reaching their tipping point. He yells at both Stan and Dipper and then attempts to gather himself for both his own and the other’s sake, trying to keep a calm atmosphere in the room. 

As for his desire for independence from Stanley, it may be due to how emotionally loud he is, overriding Ford’s Fe radar and muddying his own feelings. Not only that, but as an intuitive with no Se in the top four and a tertiary Si, Ford could only read himself through his bodily cues, something that had to be accrued over time to fully understand. This may also explain his need for isolation as well.

But the biggest crux of them all, the most withstanding theory on Fe, is Ford’s prioritization of humanity and others over the few/the self and his high concern with his image. Both of which he flip-flops between and struggles to find a middle ground. 

For his self-image, Ford has been well aware since day one that he is not like the others, that he is a freak. While an Fi user in his situation would also feel incredibly alone, they would also relish in their uniqueness, making it a point of pride and feel at ease within their own authenticity and consistency. Rather than being understood, what’d they rather have is validation and acceptance for who they are, even if no one gets them. For Ford, an Fe user, he truly does want to be understood and, more importantly, belong. He has often wondered if there is a place where weirdos like him fit in, not something an Fi user would really desire. But as this function is the lowest of the bunch, and Ford has also been bullied and ostracized since day one, Ford holds an incredibly low opinion of humanity, defying logic for the sake of pure, nonsensical conformity. 

And yet, he still puts in a huge amount of effort to polish his self-image, making it accurate to himself and his best qualities, but also palatable to outsiders. This has more than likely resulted in Ford’s obsession with being worthy enough to become part of the patron of sciences, just like Nikola Tesla and Einstein. And his obsession with burying his journals instead of ridding them entirely (as well as his Ti demanding that such knowledge must stay preserved no matter what).

It’s late and I want this posted. So I might edit this later or better yet, reblog it with some editions. Or create a separate post as a continuation. I ain’t gonna proofread this because I’ve planning and putting this concept for a longggg time and I wanna kick that habit rn. Fuck it we ball!!! Sorry if it's not organized well

[personality-corner]

Heroes of Olympus MBTI

Percy and Annabeth’s typings can be found here.

Jason Grace - ISTJ

Jason’s past experiences influence his every choice, even when he has amnesia. Throughout his amnesia plot line, he is able to easily pick up on things he has experienced, even when he can’t describe where or how he has experienced these things. His very in tune with current systems of logic, and tends not to question what seems to work, until it goes against his personal morals.

Piper McLean - ISFP

Piper is emotionally guided, and wants nothing more than to be different and separate herself from others in her class and in her cabin. She does so at first by changing her appearance and making impulsive decisions (Se). However, as she grows as a character and becomes much more comfortable with herself, her auxiliary Se becomes less impulsive and more observant. Her inferior Te becomes more developed, and she feels more comfortable fighting for her dominant Fi.

Leo Valdez - INTP

Leo gets lost in his own mind very easily, to the point where he completely isolates himself sometimes. He doesn’t just love knowledge, he over to figure out why and how something works, which comes from his dominant Ti, and he tends to be carried away by all his ideas, created by his Ne. However, he struggles with emotions, more specifically other people’s emotions, as he feels that people are complicated- you can’t fix a human, but you can fix a machine. Leo prefers problems that he can solve.

Hazel Levesque - ISFJ

Hazel’s experiences affect every aspect of her life, so much so, that they hold her back in a lot of ways. She struggles to let go of her past, and things that happened, in fear of being judged by others, or hurt, and she can often be hesitant towards change. Hazel is also a huge supporter of group values, often doing whatever makes other people happy and comfortable, and struggling to sacrifice others values for her own happiness.

Frank Zhang - ISFJ

Frank is very aware of traditions, both involving his family and New Rome. He is crippled by information he has received from the past, mainly his lifeline being tied to a stick, making him less eager to try new ideas. He is also very sensitive to how other people view him, wanting to be a child of Apollo, so he can be accepted as an archer.

Nico di Angelo - INFP

Nico’s emotions are a driving factor for most of his decisions. He in in an Fi-Si loop for most of the first series, struggling to move past his past experiences to the point where it consumes him. As he comes out of that loop, we start to see a little bit of unhealthy Ne as he is constantly overthinking situations, and comes up with a million ways things can go wrong. He becomes really good at using his experience to support his plans.

Reyna Avila Ramirez Arellano - ESTJ

Reyna is a very confident and strong leader, always taking control of situations, even if it means putting her emotions aside. She is someone that everyone knows to listen to, because she is usually the one who knows best. She is very reliant on her past experiences and traditions, when she is doing her job.

[ghostedgwen]

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ Hey Miko!

. All about the person behind this blog, get to know me, if you want!

𖹭.ᐟ Who's Miko? 𓂃 𓈒𓏸 Hi, my name is Miko and I've been writing for about 9 years now. I started with fanfiction and I am still here, though this blog isn't as old - I have been writing since I was 12. I am now 21 years old.

𓂃 𓈒𓏸 I am married to my beautiful wife, my posts about her are tagged #miko's blue because she's blue to me, my raine, my beautiful blue. Also yeah I am very very gay, a lesbian cat-lover, if you must.

𓂃 𓈒𓏸 I'm a libra, an intp-t and of the Slytherin house. I got claimed by the Poseidon Cabin at age 13, and I have been a big fan of random western series and Korean dramas.

𓂃 𓈒𓏸 I own over 20+ cats that we have all rescued. I love all of them and to this day, we continue our volunteer work rescuing strays and providing them a safe home.

𖹭.ᐟ What's ghostedgwen?

𓂃 𓈒𓏸 I created this blog around 2021-2022 during a very rough time in my life struggling to survive senior high school. I coped by writing for Peter Parker first then fell deeper into the hole that was the Marauders fandom. I currently write for both!

𓂃 𓈒𓏸 I post on here as much as I can. I do have a life outside of Tumblr and hobbies beyond writing. I happen to cosplay and do art as well as have a full-time job so I am not on here as much as I would've liked to be.

𓂃 𓈒𓏸 Feel free to interact with me here, I am always so happy to receive messages frm you lovely people.

𖹭.ᐟ Random shares?

𓂃 𓈒𓏸 Big swiftie, almost all my fics here are written with Taylor blasted into my ears on loop. I love her music so so much and I found her during such trying times in my girlhood!

𓂃 𓈒���� I cosplay and besides writing, cosplay might be my biggest passion. I have been doing it for 6 years and I am still very much active in the hobby (too shy to share my cosplay socials).

𓂃 𓈒𓏸 I also have a side blog for my art and my personal endeavours if you wanna get to know me some more there.

stay safe, lovely.

[queerplatonic-msr]

She-Ra MBTI

I'm not into MBTI the same way I used to be but I spent the time thinking about this so I might as well share:

Adora: ENTJ

Alright, so Adora's functions are clearly Se, Te, Fi, and Ni, but in what order? To me, she exhibits signs of tertiary Fi and Ni-Fi loop, which would indicate INTJ. However, she seems to be more naturally in tune with Se, rather than only relying on it in grip, so ENTJ may be more appropriate.

Catra: INFP

Do I even need to explain? Te grip, Fi-Si loop, just everything.

Glimmer: ENFP

Typically unconcerned with Si, but relies on it under duress, mimicking her mom's behavior after her mom died. Ne-Te loop under duress, ignoring typically strong Fi.

Scorpia: ESFJ

Scorpia's first extroverted function is clearly Fe, and given her struggle to move on from complicity with the past, Si is more likely than Ni. I actually get more Ti than Ne for no discernable reason, which would indicate ISFJ, but Fe seems stronger than Si.

Entrapta: INTP

Yes, her first two functions are clearly Ti and Ne. Probably in that order. She is the INTP stereotype.

[sp6ghetti]

ok so i was the one who asked abt the how can u be infj but also nifi, so you're typing yourself using the original jungian method when you say that and not the myers briggs. what i'm getting is that according to jung, it's not necessary for the second function to be extraverted or introverted, so an niti is intj, as well as nite? or tini and tine? I wanna know if i got it correct!

Yes, pretty much, I’m not a huge fan of Myers-Briggs’ theory, so I tend to use Jungian in general while still referring to myself as an INFJ because honestly it's just more convenient. She got a bunch of the theory wrong, such as the judgement/perceiving or rational/irrational dichotomy, but I'll get back to that later. Loops, or the idea that NiFi would be INTJ isn't something Myers-Briggs ever mentioned either, this is an idea that was created on tumblr itself as far as I'm aware, same as grips. Jung didn't really value the introversion or extroversion of the secondary function, as a person's cognition is either gonna have a preference for introversion or extroversion regardless. To Jung's theory, the dichotomy between secondary feeling/thinking and sensation/intuition depending on the dominant function is much more important than that between its extroversion or introversion.  So getting back to the weird thing with the irrational/rational dichotomy in mbti. Myers-Briggs decided this based on the first extroverted function, which is weird, because that makes types with an irrational (perceiving) function, such as Ni, rational and vice versa. If you've ever looked into socionics, this might sound familiar to you, as the socionics types, written in mbti format, don't use the Myers-Briggs switcheroo, and stay true to Jung's theory in that sense. So if you want to get technical, TiNe and TiNi are INTJ, but considering more people study mbti than Jungian or socionics, it's often far more convenient to just stick with INTP for TiNx and INTJ for NiTx.

[abeycnce]

⸻  sea breeze trapped with a morning mist, promising a storm / the song of an arrow piercing through the air /  freshly-polished boots with the laces tied in haphazard loops / the warmth of ground espresso with a hint of amaretto / blood-speckled tank tops and thick fur pelts. the photo on the missing poster is of reagan bardales. they are thirty eight, and have been missing for one year. when the sun rises, they work as leader of the hunters. rumors in town say they can be sardonic and loyal. they chose to live in the town, cinema, and have an uncanny resemblance to wynonna earp (wynonna earp), kara thrace (battlestar galactica), vi (arcane) . can they survive another night ?…

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&. BASICS

full name: reagan cara bardales

age: thirty-eight

gender, pronouns, sexuality: cisfemale, she/her, bisexual

hometown: gloucester, ma

job position: hunter leader

&. MORE BASIC INFO

zodiac sign: cancer

mbti: intp - introverted (69%), intuitive (70%), thinking (64%) prospecting (58%) assertive (63%)

scars: various scars of scattered origin, most notably three long claw marks running from her left shoulder blade to her thigh and a small scar on her wrist from the plane crash

secret talent: she's great and knot-tying and sailing

fears: flying

five + traits: loyal, charismatic, inventive, dedicated, protective

five - traits: sardonic, impulsive, cynical, stubborn, irreverent

pets: a seventeen hand friesian gelding named figaro

&. BACKGROUND

tw: death, family illness

well, you don't know me, but i know you.

the hand first visited reagan bardales at an early age. in the quiet of a warm september night, it seeped around the doorframe and coiled beneath her bed, permeating every inch of what should have been a safe space. 

an unfamiliar disquiet settled across her shoulders, a cold restlessness that starkly contrasted the comforting warmth of her blankets. it felt sinister, and it had sunk its roots in her. 

and i've got a message to give to you.

then, just weeks later, an accident. her half-brother, george, twelve years her senior and fresh out of flight school, had loaded them up in his new piper cherokee 140. he was eager to show her the skills he’d learned — "maybe one day we can see the world" — just like her hero, amelia earhart. 

so you better get ready. ready to go. 

from there, the rest is a blur. one moment the siblings were cruising down the runway, broad smiles on their faces, and the next, they were canting downwards, weightlessness tickling at their stomachs. each one walked away with their lives that day, though neither returned to normal. 

you can come as you are, but pay as you go.

reagan paid with her childhood. george had suffered a stroke, the spontaneous rupture of an artery causing him to have severe brain trauma, leaving his sister to face the daunting fragility of the human condition. he was unable to speak for months and, when he did, he was unrecognizable—the brother she had known was gone.

this is the hand, the hand that takes.

the loss of her brother, along with the sudden disappearance of the chill, unsettled the young girl. her mother reassured her daughter that a curse hadn’t taken down her brother’s plane. it was a freak medical accident. to distract her, the two developed a routine of walking to the beach each evening and painting the sunset. that helped reagan sleep well enough, until… 

hello? this is your mother. are you there? are you coming home?

her name rang out over the crappy grocery store intercom – “reagan, we have a call for you on line one.” could she bring home a pack of hotdog buns? fourth of july, the annual family cookout. her mother was exhausted planning for it all, graveyard shifts at the hospital draining the last of her energy. at least the house was quiet enough for the woman to rest; her son had gone to live with his father, her husband was down at the docks, and her teenage daughter was at work. so busy, that the latter didn’t notice the chill seeping into her bones.

smoking or non-smoking?

it didn’t matter when or where reagan became aware of her unease. time stops having a meaning when met with such finality. when her bike came careening to a halt in the driveway sending the buns clattering to the ground, ash and soot were all that greeted her. someone cried out, a piercing, haunted sound. and then she was on the ground. 

the warm embrace of rough hands and the faint smell of the sea drew her back into her body, clearing her bleary eyes enough to find an explanation in matching brown irises.

neither snow nor rain...

the fire rattled the close-knit community. fruit baskets were delivered daily to listless stares and halfhearted ‘thank you’s. most of the food went bad, spoiled due to the excess that poured in. the bardales’ were grateful, but lasagna held little interest when it symbolized the loss of a matriarch.

by the time the chill returned, reagan was ready. she pleaded for her father to remain home, to call in sick if he had to — they had to stay together, to stay safe. but what could he do? it was still early in the season and it wasn’t unusual for new england to have a chill in the air; it would be fine. the rain pelted the roof of their small apartment, the best he could afford on his meager income, and yet the tuna wouldn’t catch itself. his wife had left behind a sizable life insurance policy, but he insisted that reagan keep it for college; it was what her mother wanted. 

... nor gloom of night…

it took a week for his ship to wash in with the tide, scattered bits of hull and mast littering the beach. neighbors left wreaths at the fisherman’s memorial in the town square — a green-tinted bronze statue forged in honor of the souls lost at sea. where once reagan had ridden her bike around it, now she dodged the seafaring man and his wheel. 

... shall stay these couriers... from the swift completion of their appointed rounds.

at fifteen, reagan nearly became a ward of the state of massachusetts. her parents had forgotten to update their wills after george’s accident and he was deemed unfit to take full custody. without an apparent next-of-kin, reagan was slatedto be delivered to the foster system.

it was by an unusual stroke of luck that a woman with oversized tinted glasses, a cherrywood cane, and a star-speckled navy coat called an emergency courthouse hearing. that was the first time reagan met her grandmother. 

cause when love is gone, there's always justice.

the woman, a chef by trade, was deeply superstitious and took reagan’s concerns seriously. if a curse had taken hold, she would have to be crafty to evade it, thus she taught her recipes that incorporated mugwort, chamomile, and sage. lavender was reagan’s favorite herb, and she quickly became proficient at lavender-based muffins. in another life, she might have been a baker herself.

and when justice is gone, there's always force.

by the time she moved out for college, she was seasoned in jinxes, hexes, and breads. reagan’s hands had always been her best asset. grandmother suggested culinary school, however, the sentimentalist in her was fascinated by the arts. weekends spent at the movie theater with her brother had instilled a love of the filmmaking process, and her mother’s talent for painting carried over to her daughter. a major in fine art with a minor in film studies suited her best, and reagan found her niche among the art students.

and when force is gone, there's always mom.

she graduated at the top of her class, a recreation of one of her mother's paintings earning her honors at the college's spring show. some professors argued her that her ability to convey her opinions —both through her paintings and her written thesis— and sway an audience would make her a strong lawyer, but she had little desire to find herself back in a courtroom. so, she found a job at an art museum in chicago and settled into life as a curator. 

so hold me, mom.

reagan never quite shook the desire to belong. all she had known was ripped away: her brother, her mother, her father, and the seaside town they once called home. her losses created a longing that could never quite be sated by the revolving door of partners she found herself with. she ended up in europe by accident, a surprise trip with a soon-to-be-ex partner gone awry after the extent of her aerophobia was revealed. regardless, it was an opportunity to experience the world, which she embraced with open arms. and that was how she landed in the arms of one ophelia arsene only a day before her ship was set to sail home.

in your long arms. 

ophelia was different, likeminded yet enough of a spitfire to match her energy and call her bluff. she was brought to her knees that day, knelt before a pore of startling familiarity, and burned. reagan’s ship left without her, and so began the best four years of her life. 

in ophelia reagan found what she’d always sought — belonging with a kindred creative spirit. their art fed off of one another, ophelia’s songs a backdrop to reagan’s brushstrokes. when she held her first gallery show, she dedicated it to ophelia.

in your automatic arms.

the loss of her relationship caught the brunette off guard and shattered her sense of stability. an open window carried in the sharp chill of fall, but a disquiet settled in the pit of reagan's stomach as she spotted a gold chain on the ground. ophelia never removed that necklace. ever. the hand had dealt its final crushing blow — and she refused

in a grief-stricken haze, she quit her job, sold her apartment, and set off in pursuit of ophelia. yet there was no trace of the woman at the hotel she sang at, nor the town where she grew up. It was as though she’d vanished from the face of the planet. reagan spent a year searching before the tree claimed her. 

in your electronic arms.

reagan fell in step with the hunters quickly. a shared restlessness and rebellion against the underlying feeling of doom that befell the fog-covered town sent her racing through the woods each day. it was a hellscape of her own creation — each day holding out hope that maybe she'd stumble across her in the bramble, waiting patiently as if no time had passed. that was the thing, there was no telling how much time had passed. not for reagan. she attacked the terrain every morning with the same fervor, systematically turning over each quadrant of the woods for as long as the sun would allow.

still, her hopes faded the longer she remained in arcadia — hell town— which only made her push herself harder. if her search for ophelia was to truly be in vain, she needed something to keep her mind busy. to exhaust her body to the point of collapse, a dreamless sleep the only way to escape the hopelessness of knowing that she was out there somewhere and it was all reagan's fault.

there was no leaving hell town, and so, gradually, reagan made peace with reality. yet again she found herself relying on her hands, years of practicing archery in her high school having left her with a skillset the hunters coveted, and she excelled.

your petrochemical arms.

she impressed the hunters' leader with the accuracy of her shot, and the sureness of her movements. most importantly, she didn’t balk in the face of danger — a starving bobcat caught her and her partner from behind one morning, having stalked them from the trees before pouncing.

that day she bore deep claw wounds across the left side of her body, which would later turn to lasting scars down her back — but she managed to escape with her life, as well as her partner's. that night, arcadia ate well, and reagan earned a place hunting alongside the leader from then on. she was also given a black gelding to ease the strain on her leg, though in time the two were rarely seen apart.

your military arms.

reagan and the leader worked well together, him teaching her the ropes and her taking the risks required to bring them success. the night he rode into the woods after a missing scout and never returned, reagan was devastated.

the others turned to her for guidance and, for the first time in a life of escapism and running, she dug her heels in and took charge. reagan wasn’t looking for control or glory, and perhaps it was that mentality which endeared her to the other hunters and scouts. under her lead, the rules were simple: don’t be stupid, don’t get killed, look out for each other, and don’t come back empty handed. beyond that, she left them to their own devices. arcadia’s one for all mentality made her job simple, and she found herself enjoying the unpredictability of each day.

she was returning from an early morning’s hunt when the thought struck to stop at the cinema. reagan had developed a habit of seeking the building out when she needed to feel grounded. it reminded her of her brother, of life before, and she often spent more time there than her home. she didn’t notice the door opening, the light spilling across the red carpet. but, when she saw her, reagan felt the ground shake.

at first, she mistook her for a mirage, the result of a mind in decay playing tricks on her. but as her hand brushed against the warm skin of the woman’s cheek, reality clicked into place. all she could say was, “you made it.”

in your arms.

since that day, reagan's life has taken on renewed purpose. she helps ophelia where she can, tentatively piecing together what can be salvaged; reconciling who they had been with who they are now. when she’s not at the cinema — ophelia's presence presenting a reason to finally relocate from the docks— Reagan can be found astride figaro venturing through the woods or mentoring the other hunters.

bold which habits your muse has

nail biting | throat clearing | lying | interrupting | chewing the ends of pens | smoking | swearing | knuckle cracking | thumb sucking | muttering under their breath | talking to themselves | nose picking | binge drinking | oversleeping | snacking between meals | skipping meals | picking at skin | impulse buying | talking with their mouth full | humming/singing to themselves | chewing gum | leg jiggling | foot tapping | hair twirling | whistling | eye rolling | licking lips | sniffing | squinting | rubbing hands together | jaw clenching | gesturing while talking | putting feet up on tables | tucking hair behind ears | chewing lips | crossing arms over chest | putting hands on hips | rubbing the back of their neck | being late | procrastinating | doodling | shredding paper | peeling off bottle labels | forgetfulness | running hands through hair | overreacting | teeth grinding | nostril flaring | slouching | pacing | drumming fingers | fist clenching | pinching bridge of nose | rubbing temples | rolling shoulders

&. HEADCANNONS

how did your muse spend their first night in arcadia, and where?

bruised and battered after several attempts at finding her way back to the car and running into the same damn tree, reagan’s first night was spent at the cinema. it was a stupid game she and her brother used to play — walk into a random theater and buy tickets for the next showing, regardless of the movie. they saw their fair share of blockbusters, but also some terrible duds that would haunt her for the rest of her life. part of her was seeking that familiarity when she stumbled through the cinema’s doors. she spent the night flipping through old film reels, trying to recall the movie’s plot from its title and, when it escaped her, making one up.

why did your muse choose to live where they do?

reagan grew up by the sea in a house that held the smell of salt and sand. she loved that house, until it was little more than a pile of burnt lumber. as such, when she arrived in arcadia the docks called to her. but she wasn’t a fisherwoman, never had been, and so her purpose there was always in flux. until she found her again, and something clicked into place. reagan moved into the cinema a month ago, helping where she can to justify her presence there. it’s a second chance at… something, and in hell town, that’s more than anyone could ask for.

what was your muse doing when they came across the tree?

reagan was in search of her missing love. the other woman’s necklace clutched in her hand, she packed her life into a beat up jeep and set her gps for nowhere. the only realistic place for the cult to be was abandoned and she couldn’t shake the feeling that she was running out of time. a sharp turn after hours on the road, her engine sputtering to a stop, and slowly setting sun spelled the end of her roadtrip. when she stepped out to pop the hood, the fog enveloped her until there was nothing but her and the tree.

has your muse left anything behind that they are desperately trying to return to or escape?

reagan believes wholeheartedly that she’s a harbinger of misfortune. her own cursed manifestation, the hand, introduced itself when she was eleven, claiming the life of her brother, then her mother when she was fourteen, and finally her father at fifteen. so, she ran, and when she finally stopped running, it took the one closest to her. now, despite her fears, she clings to her amulet like a lifeline, daring to hope it might tether her to safety and stay the hand’s grasp.

[kuunibal]

Hello! I hope you’re doing well. I noticed you’ve been away for a little while. This time, I’m reaching out without any questions, as I’m already quite certain of your MBTI type.

I don’t think this will surprise you, as I recall you mentioning it somewhere on your blog (though, regrettably, I’ve forgotten exactly where). I did come across this information, but I still felt it was important to analyse you thoroughly to be absolutely certain. I made a conscious effort not to let this prior knowledge influence my judgement.

You’re an INFJ.

Dominant: Ni (Introverted Intuition)

Auxiliary: Fe (Extraverted Feeling)

Tertiary: Ti (Introverted Thinking)

Inferior: Se (Extraverted Sensing)

From this point, I’ll dive into the cognitive (Jungian) functions. If you’re not entirely familiar with the terms—though I imagine you might be—I recommend having a look at the MBTI analysis I wrote about BSD characters. In the first part of that piece, I explained the functions in detail before moving on to character interpretations. Reading that section might help if you wish to refresh your understanding of the concepts.

To determine your MBTI type, I started by analysing how you process information.

IxxJ and ExxP types typically gather information first and sort it later, whereas IxxP and ExxJ types tend to sort first and gather later. This distinction wasn’t immediately clear to me, but once I identified your primary cognitive functions, everything began to make sense. Your responses to my questions revealed this with clarity.

Initially, I entertained the possibility that you might be an INTP due to your strong use of Ti, but it quickly became apparent that you exhibit traits of an Ni user rather than an Ne one.

One of the key insights I gained was from your response to a request for show recommendations.

I observed that you are most comfortable using Ni, Fe, and Ti, with Se being less prominent but still present. This suggests that Se is either your tertiary or inferior function. Given how dominant your Ni is, the only possibilities were INFJ or ENFJ. Since you gather information first and sort it later, INFJ emerged as your true type.

Additionally, if I’m not mistaken, you’ve mentioned somewhere that you can feel apathetic in certain situations. This could be an indicator of a Ni-Ti loop, where Fe becomes suppressed, and you rely heavily on Ni and Ti. This aligns perfectly with the INFJ profile and explains those moments of emotional detachment or overanalysing situations.

Let me break it down:

Dominant Function: Ni (Introverted Intuition)

You exhibit a strong preference for abstract, forward-thinking insights, coupled with an ability to connect complex patterns. For instance:

Your analysis of Dostoevsky, Hannibal, and other artistic works demonstrates a focus on thematic connections, psychological depth, and symbolism. You emphasise “the hunt” for knowledge and self-understanding, showcasing a tendency to synthesise ideas into overarching insights rather than becoming bogged down in tangible details (something I can certainly relate to as well). You frequently analyse people’s motivations and actions through a lens of profound personal insight.

Auxiliary Function: Fe (Extraverted Feeling)

You prioritise the needs and emotions of specific individuals (e.g., your darling) over broader group dynamics, highlighting a preference for interpersonal harmony and connection.

At first, I mistook this for a Fi trait, especially your inclination to value certain people’s well-being over universal principles. However, upon closer inspection, I realised this aligns more with Fe. Your wistfulness about being understood and your adaptability for others’ comfort reflect a concern with emotional resonance, another hallmark of Fe. Fe also explains why you sometimes conceal aspects of yourself to gain others’ approval while striving for authenticity—a tension between outward harmony and inner self-expression that would not be present in a Fi user.

You mirror other people’s writing styles with ease. While your voice is distinct, you effortlessly adapt to subtle nuances in others’ language. For instance, you adopted my use of “hahaha,” even though it’s not something you often use yourself. This adaptability is quintessentially Fe-like.

Tertiary Function: Ti (Introverted Thinking)

Your Ti is well-developed. You engage in logical and systematic introspection, as evidenced by your meticulous documentation and organisation of information. Your methodical and analytical approach to processing emotions and interpersonal matters is evident, even though Ti doesn’t drive your behaviour as strongly as Ni or Fe. You seek internal consistency, often filtering emotional and interpersonal dynamics through a structured mental framework.

Inferior Function: Se (Extraverted Sensing)

While you appreciate vivid sensory details—such as poetic descriptions of lighting, visuals, and aesthetics in media—you don’t fully immerse yourself in the present moment or the tangible realities around you. You tend to interpret sensory experiences symbolically (via Ni), rather than engaging with them directly (as Se-dominant types tend to do). You’ve described yourself as somewhat detached from your immediate environment, suggesting Se as your inferior function.

Conclusion:

Lastly, I must admit—I sensed you were an INFJ from the beginning.

As a fellow INFJ, interacting with you felt deeply personal. From the start, it was like looking into a mirror and seeing my own qualities reflected back at me. In analysing you, I came to appreciate some of my own qualities that I’d never paid much attention to before. Observing these traits in you made me realise how unique they are, even though I’ve often overlooked them in myself. It was an unexpected but profound realisation that has deepened my understanding of myself as well.

(On a side note, when I first saw your username change, my thoughts immediately turned to Hannibal, although I hesitated, wondering if “cannibal” might have been another inspiration. I was pleased to find I was correct! And seeing Dexter on your list brought a smile to my face—I’ve only recently started watching it myself.) This moment was just one of many instances where I noticed a strong “mirror effect” between us.

Of course, I’m aware that there are distinctions between INFJs, and no two are exactly the same, especially when it comes to differences in gender, life experiences, and individual personalities. But it was still fascinating to see those shared traits.

Oh, and I just realised I’m not following you still. Silly me. I’ll fix that right away.

To close this up, I’m sharing with you one of my favourite INFJ memes (you’re definitely gaining some extra points if you can even tell which anime it is from).

I tend to not have the most consistent activity on here. Fascinating. You psychoanalysed me with more efficiency and precision than a professional psychological evaluation, only using a handful of questions and a few asks of me rambling about fiction.

I did have INFJ written on my About Me page, but I am actually not terribly familiar with cognitive functions. I only know the basics when it comes to the meanings of the letters. Your MBTI post is very informative and helpful in understanding your interpretations though.

Your analysis is extremely accurate: I didn't even realise I had unconsciously copied your writing mannerism, although I am aware that I occasionally mirror others'. I find your levels of perception and attention to detail impressive. You have me mounted on a microscope slide (like Dexter’s blood samples, perhaps), and it certainly is interesting to examine my psyche from an outside perspective.

I am glad it was also personally rewarding for you as well. I’m curious as to which qualities of yours you have come to appreciate more in yourself. Another similarity you may find entertaining is that I have also been watching Arcane, and Viktor is and has always been my favourite. I believe his voice actor in the show said he intended his accent to be Czech though, rather than Russian. It appears we have a similar “type” haha.

In regard to the meme, the quote sounds like Johan (Monster is also on my extremely long list of shows to watch), but I cannot place the character from appearance alone. The art is lovely though, and I like the lineart for his hair.

[lingy910y]

Weekly Tag Wednesday

thanks @deedala for the fun game! (even tho i do not trust those two bitches 🤨)

name: ling

zodiac sign: virgo ♍️

personality type in enneagram, myers-briggs, or both: 5w6 (edit: i'm actually a 5w4 i forgor), INTP

before we hit the road, what snack are you gonna bring for our trip? classic croissant 🥐

navigator gets to pick the music so what song are you turning on? move like u stole it by zz ward paul oakenfold remix obviously (it’s my most played song on spotify of all time)

what is a universe from a fantasy tv show you would like to visit? pokémon, low stakes and you have fun

and what about a fantasy movie? spirited away

okay, what about a scifi tv show? voltron: legendary defender?

and a scifi movie universe? idk much sci-fi movies, let alone safe ones 😭 i’m good with whatever you guys want

any other tv show or movie you’d like to swing by before we move on? no, i feel like i’ll drop dead the second i land in any of my fav medias 😭

okay hold on to your butts we’re switching gears to fanfic universes. tell me which fanfic universe we’re visiting first? naur i don’t read much AUs either 😭 the one AU i rly like is based off a historical event that killed hundreds of ppl

cool, do you have one more you’d like to stop at before we head home? okay genshin’s universe!!! the scenery and cultures are gorgeous, even if once in a while we will experience a catastrophe…?

alright, on our way out of fanfic land you get to snag some tropes to bring home and apply to your own life, think fast!

soulmates or enemies to lovers // coffee shop or flower shop // fake relationship or slow burn // amnesia or time loop // body swap or miscommunication // love triangle or arranged marriage // sharing a bed or drunken confession

wow okay, hope those tropes work out for you!! our adventure has finally come to an end, where in the world am i dropping you off? japan thanks :D

tagging fellow passengers! @michellemisfit, @juliakayyy, @lupeloto, @jademickian, @energievie, @krystallouwho, @sleepyfacetoughguy, @mmmichyyy, @vintagelacerosette, @iansw0rld, @depressedstressedlemonzest, @ardent-fox, @softmick, @heymrspatel & @tanktopgallavich 🚑💨

[ravasz]

࣪𓏲ּ  ֶָ  𝑤𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑠𝒕𝒗  ⁝         arséma thomas,  28,  cis woman,  she/her.    announcing  the  arrival  of  EUDORA  of  house  BRAX,  the  LADY  of  HORNVALE.  whispers  among  the  court  name  them  to  be  both  PERCEPTIVE  and  HEADSTRONG  in  disposition,  and  those  closest  to  them  speak  to  their  interests  in  reading, science and herbalism.  if  we  bards  could  compose  a  song  for  them,  it  might  tell  stories  of  ink stained palms, the stifling feeling of being the only one in the room out of the loop, the overwhelming sense of enthusiasm of a theory becoming reality.  the  seven  whisper  to  their  most  devout  queen  as  she  sleeps,  making  her  question  where  their  loyalties  truly  lie.  are  they  right  to  whisper?  for  their  loyalties  truly  lie  with  HOUSE BRAX.

# basic information.

official  name:  eudora brax.  nicknames: tba.  noble  title:  lady of hornvale.  date  of  birth:  tbd.  age:  eight and twenty.  birthplace:  hornvale.  home:  hornvale.  nationality:  westerosi.  gender:  cis woman.  pronouns:  she/her.  orientation:  demisexual panromantic.  monikers:  tbd.  languages:  common tongue.  accent:  tbd.

# physical information.

faceclaim:  arséma thomas.  ethnicity:  andal.  hair:  black.  eyes:  brown.  height:  5’6.  build:  tbd.  scent:  tbd.  dominant  hand:  ambidextrous.  allergies:  lactose intolerance.  scars:  n/a.  distinguishing  features:  tbd.  clothing  style:  tbd.

# personality.

label:   the scholar.   mbti:   intp.   enneagram:   the altruistic.   element:   air.   star   sign:   aquarius.   temperament:   melancholic.   character   inspirations:  clare (derry girls),  gale dekarios (baldur’s gate 3), percival de rolo (legend of vox machina).   deadly   sin:   pride.   heavenly   virtue:   diligence.   godly   parent:   athena.   developmental disabilities:  asd. 

# drives.

hobbies:  reading, cyvasse, herbalism, science experiments.  religion:  the seven (doesn’t practice).  alliance:  house brax.  personal goals:  tbd.  would they choose family or power?  family.

# familial ties.

parent one:  tytos brax , deceased.  parent two:  talia brax.  spouse:  n/a. sibling one:  tytos brax, deceased. sibling two:  thalina brax.  sibling three:  andros brax. sibling four:  roman brax. 

  narrative...

blessed with a sharp mind and an affinity for books over people, the youngest of house brax has always been rather a recluse

she knows how everything should work in a social environment, how a lady should behave at all times on paper. sadly, that’s not how most interactions go, and she finds herself at a loss of what to do, misses social cues, gets easily overwhelmed, shuts down when anyone strays off the course she’s thought out beforehand

medicine, astronomy, arithmetics, physics, these sciences all fascinate her immensely, and she’s been reading and studying them for years, begging her father to send her to Oldtown for research, has been living there for a few years 

what she couldn’t care any less about, however, is court. politics, marriages aren’t important to her. 

can be competitive, over-ambitious, will choose studying over sleep

the death of her father and brother came as a shock, she feels as if she hadn’t spent enough time with either of them, regrets taking up so much time to study at the Citadel.

tba tba as usual nfksdngmnfjdsbnf