#si loop

[mbti-notes]

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?

[the-hawks-rye]

Mairuma continuing to impress in how siblings are written. Of course Clara, who at the start of the series didn't think twice about axes being an appropriate play item to use with her schoolmates, has a brother close to her own age who is ecstatic about almost being actually murdered by his teacher. From here I can only conclude that the highlight of Urara's early childhood was being chased around by a Clara weilding a meat tenderizer. All the pieces fit together perfectly; no notes.

Update: Since y'all have liked the tags they are getting added as full text:

I was actually wondering for a good while how "books that try to chomp on you" fit in with Clara being a good big sis #and how there wasn't really signs of her playing dangerous games with her other younger siblings #but like yeah a sibling close in age to you being weird in way that compliments your style of being weird #absolutely does cause you both to become even more weird both together & separately #source: I have siblings #but yeah Clara "fun aficionado" Valac's standards were absolutely warped by Urara "I HAVE A GREAT PLAN" Valac #Urara loves being in danger so swinging heavy objects at him is okay because that's how he has the most fun! #wydm being jabbed at with a sharp objects isn't fun? u-chan is a stick in the mud & even he loves being relentlessly attacked w stabby stick #early Clara not knowing what a "boundary" or "reasonable limit" is both a cause & effect of Urara being such a thrill seeker #oopsie daisy they got caught in a feedback loop and now they're both extra weird

[the-selfinsert]

Hey, out of curiosity... who's y'all's favorite In Stars and Time character? Personally, I think it's Odile, but as someone new to the community, I was wondering what the general consensus was (2nd would be Loop and 3rd is Sif for me, I think)

[loopscereal]

esta sangrando de nuevo el pobre

Daily doodle: #41

[nomsfaultau]

I’m watching techno videos with my new siblings ahhh.

[threepoint14art]

cosa que me encontre en twitter :9

[wish-upon-the-universe]

Catch me gripping the universe with my bare hands. What do u mean u listen to intent and follow the spirit of the request to the best of your ability and don't monkey's paw the wording. What are you, kind??

[jackoftradesmakescontent]

What I should have been doing tonight: Sleeping What I did instead: Using the ISAT dialogue maker to introduce my SI OC when I haven't even thought of anything else related to them.

Under the cut because it's a lot of gifs

[c0rvidbones]

orange soda!

[condividiamolavita]

@kapellmeisterbalooca 🫶🏼

[theancientwise]

Io: Quante volte hai intenzione di riguardare la scena tancrosa delle "affinità elettive"?

Sempre io: Sì.

[maxtheg-askthevoltroverse]

Guess who's been playing Atlyss recently

this little shit (/affectionate) is Mazim (read; Mah-zeem); a new sona of mine, whose main jist essentially is, "Eldritch Hipocrite-God of Hatred, Creation, and Free Will, in the form of a silly, tubby little imp with a big heart"

[the-selfinsert]

Static by Flavor Foley but for The King, Loop, and Siffrin, all at the same time

[loopscereal]

6 de abril!!! FELIZ CUMPLEAÑOS A CHICAAAAAA TE QUIERO MUCHO NIÑITAAA RAHHHH

zooms:

sin lo del fondo:

ok detallitos : chica tiene unos pins de hatsune miku, chiikawa, y el patron en las paredes de fnaf 1. 1: Como vemos que Chica en canon le gusta hacer costplays de animes, creo que es creíble la idea que le gusta vocaloid! puedo imaginar que era de esas personas que escuchaba vocaloid y nightcore desde muuuy joven. el patron de fnaf lo uso como un simbolo del la banda de los animatronicos, los 6 tendran ese patron en algun lugar de cualquier forma. tipicamente les doy unas pulseras hecha de esas perlas plasticas, (y me imaginio que los hiceron juntos en una pijamada) pero me gusta cambiar las cosas y darle el mismo detalle en diferentes formas! la carita de chiikawa lo agarre del video más reciente de jaiden animations, y más que nada nomas se me hizo gracioso y tierna la cosa. Pero, si creo que a Chica le agradaria una serie que disfruta tando de las cosas chiquitas en la vida, y donde las critaturas expresan sus emociones sin filtro. 2: los aretes de toddy son morados, y representan a mai :p #toddai 💜❤️ puede que los haga más detallados en el futuro, porque es lo que se merece toddy, unos aretes lindos y lejos de simples lol . pero bueno es lo que trae ahorita y mil moños. jejej me encanta decorarla con moñosss. en canon no tiene el moño normal del uniforme femenino, tiene uno mas grande y me encanta ese detalle tanto. le gusta los moños jeje.. entonces le de dare más.

3: LAS CORREAS DE LOS BAJOS!!! Chica tiene una de cuero que esta bordada con la imagen de un diente de león. son hierbas, plantas medicinales, pueden ayudar si los usas para un te. Cuando estan listas para esparcir sus semillas los humanos las vemos como algo que puede cumplir un sueño. Puedes pedir un deseyo al soplar. Y chica es una soñadora, que va luchar por sus sueños. Sigue soñando, pidiendo deseos a las estrellas, soplandole a los dientes de leon, todas esa clase de cosa. es lindo YYYYYY trabajar con cuero y bordar las cosas son una de las manualidades mas a Toddy tiene una correa más delgada, tejida con patrones de granadas y la flor de la misma fruta (Punica granatum). He escuchado un dicho que habla de uno y sus relaciones, siendo como pelar las granadas para un ser querido. Puede que te ensucices, pero lo pelas para alguien de todos modos, con paciencia, y te manchas las manos con jugo xq eso es el cariño y el amor. Es algo que Toddy necesita. que alguien le tenga paciencia, que ELLA tenga paciencia, y enmugrarse.

ihm wue mas ambas tocan el bajo!!

Chica por primera vez una vez en su vida siente que Toddy no es inalcanzable y toddy en cambio siente que es peor en algo que Chica

capturas de progreso:

uh,,, yea eso es todo creo. yay cumpleaños a chica fnafhs

[rainytypology]

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

[russetruse]

I know I don’t post writings here often, but I wanted to write something for @lizadale’s Dimigi!au. I don’t know Libby if you dream about the Dimigi!au but sometimes I do. I blame you sis. But also I added a lot more since you read the smaller version, enjoy almost 3k words on only part one of many.

Sorry it is written in 2nd person, but I blame Libby for getting me to only function in this style of writing but I can’t seem to write in any other prospective anymore lol.

I color coded characters, but what sucks is that this one doesn’t have black so I can’t use one of my original colors for characters speak. So the color I planned for one character had to move to the heart and the hearts color was originally black >:[ But I hope you enjoy.

Calamitous Revelry

Part I

Luigi Prov

CW/TW: Trauma, abuse, triggers on abuse, mentions on drowning/strangulation

You run your fingers through his greasy, tangled hair. Every time he goes on a mission, it seems he neglects basic bodily functions. The longer he’s off on one of his Merloo missions, the more worried you become. It brings you back to the days of the Castle, how he only seemed to eat when the other members were shoving food in his face at the required meetings. Even back then, his mask didn’t hide much from you. He had long given up before joining that group. It just frustrated you so much, he puts his own well being always being last on his list.

”Can you be more gentle?” He spoke very softly, but the voice cuts through the silence. His fragile, small body, leaning against the frame of the claw foot bathtub. It knots your stomach seeing him like this. Why did he always do this? Why was being away from you for any extended amount of time so collapsing to his mental state? Were you the only thing keeping him from self-destructing?

”Sorry. You really knotted your hair this time. I am trying my best to be gentle.” You reply softly, not wanting to cause him to jump and flee. This was close to being just as bad as when you found him almost dead in the deteriorating remains of Castle Bleck. Dimentio being caked in blood and dirt. You were hardly able to handle how much came off of him then, but even this was trying to match up to that day. Right now, the bath water was darker than your tan skin. You click your tongue, a Dio habit that you had seemed to pick up sometime throughout the course of living with him. Very glad that you had rolled up your sleeves above your elbows before even starting to wash him. And the water being this dirty before you even started to actually scrub his body! You click your tongue again in annoyance and frustration.

You knew Dimentio wanted to teleport away. Especially after he walked into the house. Well walked was even an understatement. He half floated, half dragged his feet across the threshold when he opened the door to your entrance. You swore he was going to collapse there in the entrance if you hadn’t been there to grab him and hold him with your own weight.

What shocked you more was the jester actually complained as you fondled him in worry, going down your own checklist in your head as you did so. First, checking him for injuries since he did have some blood caked on his clothes, and you weren’t sure if that blood was his or another’s. Which raised even more questions that you knew he wouldn’t divulge answers to you. So giving up on even prying into the matter, you scoop him up bridal style, and rush him up the stairs. Your lips placing kisses on his scars around his left eye, making sure to not miss a spot and to distract him from what you had planned ahead.

He started struggling in your grasp as you started running warm water in the tub of the finished guest room and declothed him. The caked on clothes were a pain to get off of his dirtied skin. Through the frustration of removing the clothes piece by piece, you confirmed at least most of the blood on his clothes were not his. Which did not lighten the feeling of comfort you wanted from his return, it concerned you more. Whose blood was this and did they deserve such injuries from him? But you shake your head, another series of questions you would not get answers to. You needed to get him clean before you would even get any chance to put food in his system. Let alone would your mind allow you to put him on the back burner and cook food when you knew he needed to be cleaned up right away.

The jester complained as you worked on completely bringing him down to his birthday suit, still double checking for any injuries that may need stitches or extra care. He complained to you until you submerged him into the warm bath water, that’s when his demeanor changed. He then held onto you as if his life depended on it. As if the water in the tub would drag him below the water's surface and take his last breath. You also knew if you looked away, he would quickly teleport away. And your goal to get him cleaned up would long be abandoned.

It takes you way too long to comb out the knots and grime out of his hair, but this makes you feel a bit better. Well, until you wrap your arm around him; your forearm resting across his chest and placing your hand under his armpit. It always takes you by surprise at how tiny he is, not just in height, but in size. Your body is giant compared to him. And you were use to being called “too skinny”, but even you didn’t complain to the man you held in your arms.

You lean forward, and with your free hand, you begin to drain the dirty water in the tub. You really needed to replace it with fresh, warm water. His body tenses at the water starting to run again to refill the tub. The jesters heart was beginning to race in a panic from this. You press him tighter to you, slowly soaking your own shirt. What good did you get from rolling up your sleeves to only press a wet twink to your chest. But still, you do not let him pull away, hoping that he can feel your heartbeat through the wool top. Yet you also hope that he doesn’t feel the Chaos Heart beating as well in your chest.

”I am NOT letting you go.” You whisper softly into his right ear, your mustache tickling it. Dimentio squirms in your grasp, fighting his own instincts to flee. Every nerve he had, you knew told him to get away quickly. You bring your lips to his ear, pecking it with a soft kiss. His body squirms more at his own signals being challenged. A challenge to fight staying and be adored by you or flee due to the rising water in this situation.

”I won’t let you drown.” You speak sternly to him, not sure if it was in assurance for you or him. You start to nibble on his ear, your free hand grabbing the washcloth and rinsing it under the spout.

You can feel his fingernails dig into your arm as the water rises above his hips. You wince at this, but start to scrub the dirt and grime off of his legs and feet. You take extra time on his swollen ankles in another attempt to calm him. Letting your hand through the wash cloth slowly message his swollen ankles to make sure he didn’t do more damage to them then what appeared on the surface. You find yourself at a loss when you run the washcloth over his ribs. Your stomach turns seeing the jester's ribs through his skin so easily that you could count every one of them. It upsets you so much that he is neglecting himself when he is away from you.

”Luigi.”

You grumble, tightening your grip, mumbling under your own breath. Why was he like this? Why was he so willing to throw his life away? So many cared for him. He had more worth than he thought or believe he had.

”Luigi!”

You can feel your own anger bubbling and building in your body.

No one.

No one.

Not even yourself. Not even in the dreamscape. Not even against the chaos heart, or even in your own dreams, were you willing to throw your life away so easily. A growl builds in your throat and comes out through your own words. “Why are you like this?”

“Lui!”

Thu-Thump…

You freeze up, your body stiffens at your own thoughts. Only Dimentio was ever able to rile up so much negative emotions in you. King boo wasn’t even able to do this to you.

“Lui-“

Thu-Thump.

You feel his fingernails claw at both of your arms now. Digging deep enough to draw blood.

Thu-THUMP.

The nails dig deeper and deeper into your arms, clawing down from your elbows to your hands. With what little nails the jester had left, were tearing at your arms. You knew he feared water, but this was ridiculous at how much he was trying to get out of being cleaned by you. You tighten your grip to this, growling loudly in frustration and anger at Dimentio.

THU-THUMP!

Water splashes onto your pants, snapping you out of your own thoughts. The buzzing sound in your ears is replaced with the sound of splashing. Your eyes widen in shock as you quickly pull your hands away from his neck. Your arms and hands dripping from blood from the number he did on you.

You watch him in worry and shock as the ancient quickly yanks himself from under the water's surface. Dimentio’s body was shaking uncontrollably from fear, coughing and gasping from the need of oxygen that deprived him. You were unsure of how long you had held him under, but the water he was coughing up said enough. His lungs were trying their hardest to clear the water that you had forced into them. The ancients eyes never leave your bloody, shaking hands.

No…

No.

No! You would never do that to him.

Never!

THU-THUMP!

You can hear the heart beating loudly in your ears and chest.

”I’m sorry Dio. I-It wasn’t me,” you stutter though a shaky voice, “I promise. It was th-“

You reach your shaking hands towards him in assurance. But the second you do, the familiar sounds of the jester teleporting away before you can even finish your explanation. Your eyes now staring at a bodiless bathtub full of fresh water, with swirls of red in it.

”C-Chaos H-Heart….” You finish, your voice trailing off to a soft whisper.

THU-Thump…

You let your arms drop to your sides in disbelief. The heart had found another opening, this time by your emotions. It had taken advantage of your emotional loophole, and went after what was the biggest threat to it. The one you loved…

It wasn’t you. You would never do that to him.

Never…

Never!

The image of Dio’s scared. No, scared was an understatement. He was terrified. And when you closed your eyes, that expression from Dimentio showed on the back of your eyelids. The bathtub overflowing, starting to soak your jeans and socks.

You needed to fix this. But could you even fix it? You stand, ignoring the tub overflowing and slowly flooding the bathroom. Your soaked socks splash in the water as you walk over to the sink, ignoring your own discomfort. You pick up the phone with shaky hands. You were having such trouble dialing the number correctly on the keypad, that you changed to your call list and clicked the forth or fifth recent call down.

You lift the cell to your ear and after a few rings you hear an ecstatic voice that didn’t match the feelings you were having right now.

”Gigi! It’s been a while. What-“

”Mimi. I fucked up badly. I need Nassy’s help, now. It’s too much to explain. Please…Please tell her it’s urgent.”

”That bad? I’ll get a hold of her ASAP. Keep your door unlocked Gigi. You better be ready to explain then.” You hear the phone click to Mimi hanging up and you drag yourself out of the bathroom. Your wet socks slush against the carpet of your guest room, and you force yourself down the steps. The house sounds oddly silent, except for the sound of what you believe is still the bathtub running. You must have forgotten to turn off the water, but you don’t seem to have the energy to bring yourself back up the stairs.

You bring yourself to the couch and work on removing your drenched socks. Your hands are shaking so badly that the simple task is more of a challenge than it should be. You discard your socks on the floor near you and you pull your legs up to you on the couch, making yourself as small as your body would allow you to.

You bring your eyes to your hands. Your hands rough with calusis from all the tinkering and hard work you did, middle class work. Though it had been a while since you had seen blood oozing from them. You shake your head.

His body was so small, so fragile. He was so easy to force under the water with your hands. It was even easier to wrap your fingers around his thin throat and start squeezing. He would have been easy to break, easy to finish off. You could snap him like the twig he was. Would anyone really miss him? Didn’t he deserve to be dead? He still attempted to go after IT. He still wanted to go after his original goal with the heart. He wasn’t a fighter, he was weak in that aspect. You could so easily break him, all you would have to do is grab his neck and snap it. He deserved that.

“Enough!” You yell to no one in particular, grabbing at your own greasy hair. Heck there were times you would have never fought those thoughts after everything he had put you through, but these thoughts weren’t your own. You growl at yourself for letting the heart dig into your thoughts and emotions over Dimentio. He confused you so much and had your emotions everywhere. You had anger towards him, frustration, confusion, annoyance, but most of all…you loved him.

Thu-Thump.

You grasp your shirt above your own heart. You couldn’t imagine a day without him anymore. You wanted to spoil him with affection that he was long deprived of. You wanted to show him what the world should have long given him. You so badly wanted to let him figure out what the true meaning of his emotions towards you were. Why did this relic have to be such a problem, and everyday you were losing more and more to it. You bite your bottom lip. You couldn’t lose to it, so many would fall if you lost. It would return to where it was taken from. It would reopen the void that you had worked so hard with your friends to close. If you could rip it out yourself and stop it from what it was made to do you would, but you were already told what that outcome would be.

A loud bang on the door causes you to jump from the couch, almost hitting your head on the ceiling from surprise. Only for the silence to be followed by the door slamming open before you can even take a step towards the entrance. The voice booming louder than the door hitting the wall or knocking combined.

“Ye here lad? We rush’t here as fas’ as we coud. Dimensoon stil’ a’ problem withoot tae wee yin crossin’ tae gap fir us.”