#the vainest vain

[zgvlt]

stick to the script sebek zigvolt x reader

summary: You and Sebek don't quite get how you're supposed to play your respective roles when you can't stop arguing with each other

tags: gender neutral reader, sfw, rivals with mutual pining, repressed people, AU: no magic, AU: theatre, kissing, 1.7k+ words, not beta read

author’s note (see end notes for more): trying something new? i usually write sebek softly, and i don't really write dynamics like this, so i thought i would try it for fun + practice... i also just really want to write more theatre AUs the rook fic was not enough

[you can also read this on AO3]

Sebek couldn't tell anyone how he got into this situation in the first place. One minute he's getting recruited for their school's theatre club due to his good projection and wonderful diction, then he's telling his seniors that he doesn't have the time for such frivolous activities, and the next thing you know he's learning his lines and arguing with you about how to go about a scene.

Well, technically he knows what convinced him to join—Malleus and Lilia, the two seniors he respected most. They both said something along the lines of... exerting his energy somewhere productive?

Sebek never considered that he would have a talent for art—he's aware that his drawings dare not compare to the portraits he's seen in museums, his writing dare not compare to the poetry and prose of his favorite books. Still, perhaps something like this was doable. All he had to do was memorize these lines, right? The action scenes were relatively easy, too—of course they were! He was in the martial arts club, after all!

Besides, his seniors said they would watch him, so obviously he had to...

"Sebek, it's just like you to slack off when your precious seniors aren't in sight," you said, clicking your tongue as you strolled in the dressing room. "Shouldn't you be practicing? The Sevens know you need it."

At the sound of your irritating voice, Sebek immediately regretted joining the production. He should have not signed up at all, even if it meant disappointment on the ends of Malleus and Lilia. How could he even think to do good, no, passable with you of all people as his... stage partner, he would settle calling it.

"I just can't get rid of you, can I?" he retorted, snarling in response, "FIRST you follow me from elementary to high school, SECOND you appear in all my classes, THIRD you join the debate society after I do, and NOW in theatre?!"

"As if!" you huffed, smacking your script onto the vanity table. The thickness of the papers created a resounding thud. 

In the back of his mind, Sebek compared his copy of the script—binded nicely in a clear folder, the plastic sheets keeping them from being dirtied—to yours—bookbinded, with tabs and markings all over. Were you trying to brag, to deliberately show that you read through it more often than him?!

 "You're the one who's following me!” you insisted, with your typical response of trying to turn the tables back on him. “You just can't get enough of me, can you? I mean, I don't blame you. If I wasn't around, your life would be so boring."

He loathed you, he told himself.

"You must be the vainest human I've ever met." 

You grinned then—that cheeky, fiery one that you only ever threw at him, and none of those sickly sweet smiles that you presented to everyone else when you wanted someone to swoon over you. 

"Better vain than delusional, Sebek," you looked at the mirror to begin fixing your appearance, and by his mistake he looked at you through your mirror as well. "Stop staring at me—we should be productive."

He ignored your first comment—it was entirely your fault for being distracting, intrusive, like an invasive species. Anyway, this wouldn't be the first time either one of you had done this routine. He could put aside his... loathing of you for a mutual interest.

"From scene 3?"

"Scene 3, line 17," you specified. It annoyed Sebek, even though he was exactly the type of person to do the same unto you given the chance. "Start already!"

Sebek knew he was supposed to be looking at you in this scene and that you were supposed to be looking at you, too, but he could only withstand looking at your reflection. By the looks of it, by where your eyes were directed, you felt about the same. 

He was sure if he had to lock eyes with you, he wouldn’t be able to withstand it.

“You shouldn’t be here,” Sebek began, performing his part by memory. He knew you would scold him for reading through the script when he’s had a whole month to memorize him. Never mind that everyone else was willing to give the both of you some slack for not being a part of the drama club in the first place—anything you could do, he could do better.

“Why shouldn’t I?” you replied, with as much sweetness as you could muster in your voice. It sickened Sebek, how perfectly you could falsify that tone, a loveliness directed at him that made his stomach churn and his head spin. “We made a promise, didn’t we? Wherever one goes–”

“–the other follows,” Sebek continued, attempting to emulate the same tone as you. You scrunch your face for a moment, but by the way you don’t try to correct him he knows he’s said the line exactly how you wanted him to. 

“I know that, and I know I can’t stop you from coming along, but—”

“Sebek,” you were clicking your tongue again, and as he watched you through the mirror he thought, for the nth time today, of how annoying you were. “You messed up the line—you always mess up this line. Haven’t you gotten used to it already?!”

Sebek flushed red in anger—it was one thing to be wrong, and it was another to be told by you, as though you were disappointed in him, as if you had expectations of him.

“Like, come on Sebek! Get a grip!”

“Do you know how hard it is to call you these… names?! You of all people?”

“Well it’s difficult for me too!” you exclaimed, standing up only to face him properly, finally ready to throw all your emotions at him. “Do you think it’s easy for me to look you in the eye and call you darling and my beloved?

“But I’m at least trying to say them as naturally as possible! If you don’t wanna be replaced, you better start working on doing the same… honey.”

The pet name should have sounded awkward coming from your mouth with how you forced yourself to spit it out, but Sebek’s ears must have been malfunctioning today. Like the substance you mentioned, the word came out viciously viscous, and with every drop of attention you gave him—the huffs and puffs and glares and stares—he lapped it all up, as if watching to see if you would finally break first.

“As if you could find anyone to replace me, dear,” Sebek commented haughtily, knowingly, “maybe YOU’RE the problem, have you considered that? Maybe I’ll get myself a different partner, then!”

Never mind that should either one of you leave, the other gets no real say on the replacement; never mind that should either one of you leave, the other will clearly do so as well.

With all your fighting, nobody knows you as intimately and deeply as he does. That is to say, nobody else will know just how bothersome and downright maddening you could be.

“Will you, now?” You don’t even sound doubtful anymore, don’t even try to pretend. 

With all your fighting, nobody knows him as intimately and deeply as you do.

“I suppose I pity who you end up being partnered with, then,” you feigned a sigh, “having to pair up with someone who always has a stick up his ass.”

“Better than someone who always wants to have it their way,” he replied in unkind, “always wants to have the last say, can’t stand the fact that someone is capable of being better than them.”

You grit your teeth, and Sebek stared at your mouth, eyes trained on the movement of your lips.

“Gods, do you ever shut the fuck up?”

“YOU’RE the one who won’t stop talking when I’m just trying to practice our script!” he stood up from his seat, as if preparing to leave you alone in the dressing room. “You’re wasting my breath with this.”

“Then do us both a favor and stop talking.”

It’s an invitation for something. The most logical as to what for would be to continue arguing with you, to call you a hypocrite or some other word in the thesaurus synonymous with your name. 

Ruling with his head, however, is hardly ever an option around you.

“As long as you stop talking as well.”

And then Sebek takes a few steps forward, smashing your lips together. He’s unsure if this should count as a loss against you—him being the first to initiate this—or if he’s won with how quickly you reciprocate the act. 

Sebek, if caught in this position with you—his hands cupping your face, yours perched atop his shoulders—would claim that he had not expected the argument to end like this. However, nobody had entered the room, so there would be no need for anyone to question his honesty.

He’s burning brightly, and the warmth on his hand, lighting his fingertips aflame can come from nowhere but your neck and cheeks.

He’s lost. He’s definitely lost, but when you pull him closer he knows that so have you.

Sebek makes a sound of irritation as your lips leave his, and in the midst of catching your breath you whisper, “you’re annoying.”

Then you lean in again, because apparently you like kissing people you find annoying. 

You said that last time, too—or perhaps it was vexatious you had called him. Whatever it was didn’t matter too much as last time, you also insisted there would be no next time. He supposed nothing was definite in the four walls of the dressing room.

Or the four walls of any other room.

When Sebek breaks away from the kiss, masking the pants of his breath and resting his forehead against yours with far more intimacy than he should allow to happen, he wants to tell you it was awful. You didn’t ask, but he knows it would irk you to hear it, and he knows it would lead to another heated argument.

That heated argument would turn into you trying to prove him wrong, and maybe that’s why he doesn’t tell you it was awful—because it would lead to him kissing you again.

That, and, because he would be lying if he said it was awful. He has no intention of telling you, however, that it was anything but.

“You’re the bane of my existence,” Sebek confesses, and you smile as though you had gotten exactly where you wanted to be with him. 

“The feeling’s mutual.”

my other (softer & longer) sebek fics: [one] [two] my rook x theatre actor reader fic

end notes | masterlist

[ 1 ] My past Sebek one-shots, they've all had reader be very nice to Sebek, because I want people to be nice to Sebek and he deserves good and sweet people in his life. I also had Sebek warm up to them very quickly. This time, I went with the opposite -> Sebek and Reader who have known each other for years but still argue everyday. It just seemed fun, so I wrote it.

[ 2 ] The general prompt I was going for was "two people who are very repressed and can't accept that their feelings towards some can change, and maybe it's because they're afraid of change". Of course I don't really explore it, but hopefully I've hinted at the fact that they're very much into each other it's just... easier for them like this.

[ 3 ] I also wanted to write a different reader this time, someone kind of insufferable. You might wonder if it's just to Sebek, and you can imagine what you want, but I think it's more fun if reader genuinely is kind of smug and a bit of a know-it-all, they're just more self aware than Sebek is.

[ 4 ] I wondered if I should call them "enemies" but as much as they would insist on it, they don't hate each other, they don't try to ruin each other's lives or anything. They compete, they argue, and they kiss on the side 🤷‍♀️ They challenge and motivate each other.

[ 5 ] No basis for what play/musical they're doing since I didn't want to restrict myself. In my imagination, though, there were action sequences, and Sebek and reader fought other characters on stage together.

[ 6 ] "How often do they kiss" uhhh enough for Sebek to not freak out about it too much (in front of you), make your guesses

Anyway, if you have any further questions about reader and Sebek for this fic feel free to drop and ask I probably have the answer in my head nyehehe

[lipstickmata]

five comfort characters five tags

tagged by @uttermywish!!

many of these are the same character which i have previously thought about extensively and which essay i will write separately haha

i'm doing 6 it was hard to decide i def thought too hard about it.

Captain Hook from Peter Pan (my original comfort character. I lived as him from ages 2 - 7 slash still? In my heart?)

2. Jafar from 1992 Aladdin (Evil grand vizier. I lived as him from let’s say 5-7. He is my worst/best self just wearing fancy clothes complaining about people telling himself jokes and hanging out with an animal as a bff.)

3. Demona from Gargoyles (Genocidal sorceress gargoyle queen; the saddest angriest snippiest lady of them all. The other original, along with Hook.)

4. Lucius Malfoy from Harry Potter and Thranduil from Hobbit/LOTR (these are the same: malevolent wine dad. Jason Isaacs and Lee Pace also always understand the assignment)

5. Clarice Starling from Silence of the Lambs (FBI trainee and agent. so loving and smart! and angry secretly! This gives her her implacable power to find and destroy evil (esp. evil men!)! I love her!!)

6. Hannibal Lecter (on a list of vain self-indulgent fancy men he is perhaps the vainest fanciest most self-indulgent man of all.)

i will tag @psychodelicategirl @dragunovka @sharky-chan @marlenadutch @micthenerd-blog and if you see this consider yourself tagged.

[stormoflina]

https://x.com/Nabyllionaire/status/1752684250967556426?t=EzbBk2FXJDDTMTH8YHQ-Tg&s=09

This joke got so old, so fast for me that I honestly found it more funny the length people go into to paint Dominik as vain as humanly possible. For me, he's not even in the top 3 of our most attention seeking or vainest players. 🤷🏼‍♀️

[zandra-lang-cave]

So, last week I was sleep deprived and write ST3V3 and Starscream singing "your obedient servant" Cause of a post from one of my favorite writers inspire my sleep deprived mind.

And now I can't stop think of what songs to parody with the transformers character.

So have this crack, and I will not apologize

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Meet The Plastics the big three

ST3VE: Woah, who are those over the podium?

M0U5E: Don't look at them, just don't

We call those 'the big three'

They're shiny, fake, and harsh

R0B1N: they play their little mind games

All around the ship ground.

M0U5E: They might insult your status

Or make fun of your name

R0B1N: Like they mocked dear Starscream

'Til he burst into flames

R0B1N: And Starscream was an elite flyer.

M0U5E: Megatron is the king

He is always feed up

He always wins when he battle the prime

We're just drones who work for him

Then die

Megatron: My name is Megatron

And I am a massive deal

Fear me, love me

Stand and stare at me

And these, *points a the dark energon in his chest* these is real

I've got strenght and looks

I am, like, mad drunk with power

This whole ship

Humps my pedes like a scraplet.

I'm the strongest poison you've ever seen

I have win more battles that I can think

My name is Megatron

And I am a massive deal

I don't care who you are

I don't care how you feel

M0U5E: That's Soundwave

he knows everything about everybody

R0B1N: That's why he is so scary, his processor is full of secrets

Soundwave: Yes, Megatron

No, Megatron

Every conscious hour,

I spend making sure Megatron

can stay in power

If Megatron is the sun

Then I'm a distant star

'Cause I'm just as bright and hot

If you've had high-grade stuff

I worm your secrets out of you

And bring them to my master

And then I watch Megatron make your life a big disaster

Disaster!

Megatron is the king

But I'm the head of worker drones

As I am seated at his right servo

Like an obvidient friend

M0U5E: That is knockout

The vainest bot you will ever meet

R0B1N: I once saw him flee a battle Cause he scratch his paint

Knockout: My name is Knockout

My paint is shiny

My finish are perfect

My work is fancier

I barely have

To battle at all

My name is knockout

I am vain

That's it

Megatron: Right

We never really do this

But how'd you like to

Have a chat with us this week

ST3V3: Oh, it's okay, I-

Megatron: No, no need for you to thank us

ST3VE: But-

Soundwave: There's no need to even speak

You're new and you don't know things

You need good friends who can tell you what to think

Megatron: See you here same time tomorrow

Knockout: On Wednesdays we drink high-grade

Megatron/Knockout/Soundwave: On Wednesdays we drink high-grade

Megatron/Knockout/Soundwave: Yes, Megatron (my name is Knockout)

No, Megatron

Every conscious groon (here's where you belong)

I spend making sure Megatron (my paint is shiny)

can stay in power (here's where you belong)

If Megatrob is the sun (my finish are perfect)

Then I'm a distant star (my job is fancier)

'Cause I'm just as bright and hot (here's where you belong)

If you've had high-grade stuff

Megatron/Knockout/Soundwave: Behave nice and grab a cube

'Cause we don't do this everyday

Say here's where you belong

Say here's where you belong

No, really, say it

Say here's where you belong

Megatron: Come chat with us tomorrow

It'll be great

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I actually first write Starscream has karen but I feel he fit better in the burning part and knockout it's just knockout. I won't apologize for thus, but just expect more because I'm having too much fun

[multifandomslxt]

omg,,, ur so gorgeous u got me blushing nd giggling kicking my feet rn 😵‍💫😵‍💫 like if i looked like you i would be the vainest mf alive 😭

Thank you love💕🫶🏿🫶🏿

Uii oh u can be vain now babe because Ik behind this screen you’re one sexy ass mf🥹🥹

[vase-sucker-and-the-vain-lover]

Have we told you boys the story

The lovely tale of old

Of the bowl that graced our roof

And the fortunes it foretold 🔮

So sweet so green so sticky

And more condensed than milk 🥛

The Stacey that we prayed to

Would make your whole world tilt

With a hint of pomplemousse la Croix

And an aftertaste of pumice 🌋

The vase we always sucked on

Contained sir Danny’s hummus

It had been hunted down

By voyagers like us

On our dazzling pink-wheeled steed 🛼

And our hunger for green grass🌱

Her size would make your eyes pop out 👁

Her prideful mounding lump 🍨

Could be described as bulbous 🍚

Or a pregnant professor plump🫄🏽

Her beauty had betwixt us

Her density renouned

The vainest of my lovers

Her thickness would astound

So many lives that cone did touch

With her eternal flame

An artefact of time now passed

Our favourite Pirie game

— the Vase Sucker and the Vain Lover

[libidomechanica]

Untitled Poem # 10557

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[emystic]

🐦:  Which of your muses is the vainest?

Munday meme- Multi-muse Edition! / Accepting!

@kitxkatrp sent a letter: 🐦:  Which of your muses is the vainest?

The only one that can fit those stilettos of the most vain is the one and one, our icon, our queen, Shanice. She is incredibly self assured of herself whether it's her looks, skill, or public image. She have good points about herself that she's genuinely warm and cares for others, but that can be easily overshadowed by her haughty, diva personality and her goals can be pretty self-centered sometimes.

[wayward40k]

🐦:  Which of your muses is the vainest?

Munday meme- Multi-muse Edition!

Shyael. But in her defense, being vain is how she's somehow made it this far in life. Not the ideal method of survival, really, but it's led to her being concerned about her appearance and reputation.

[arthurjude]

March 2019 (21 months post-op)

[chocolatepot]

For @domaystic, day one: memo on a sticky note!

fandom | Howl's Moving Castle (book, always book)

words | 430

It was a little difficult for Sophie to get used to being a witch. She still spoke to everything around her out of habit, but there was a difference between complaining to the suit you were stitching and deliberately ordering someone’s window to stop falling out of its frame. The latter often seemed embarrassing (magic should involve strange incantations and powders, she felt) while the former was simply natural.

The only solution was to practice. She continued in her role as exploited housekeeper, only now her work involved more stern demands of brooms and dishrags, frequently followed by muttered curses and then a huffy Sophie doing the work by hand when the objects only twitched or stirred but failed to jump to life.

“My dear Sophie, you are trying too hard,” said Howl, finally. “If I had your gifts, I wouldn’t be putting myself under so much stress.”

“You’re more like me, really, in the way you do magic,” Calcifer told her. “Congratulations!”

“Think about how you used to do magic, before you knew you what you were doing.” Michael was slightly more helpful. “You were just doing it, but you weren’t thinking about doing it.”

Her first victory was simple, yet unexpected. She was really trying to talk a cabinet door back onto its hinge but was having no luck. In frustration, she wrote “BROKEN!” on a slip of paper, slapped it onto the door, and said, “Fine, be that way! But this will stay up until you mend your ways!” And the paper sign did indeed stay up.

Delighted, she went all about the house putting up little notes on papers that she told to stick to different surfaces. “This is a mess –>” was left over Howl’s cluttered workbench. “We need more eggs” was put helpfully on the back of the door (later amended with “+ milk”). “Bring out your laundry” went on Michael’s door.

When Howl arrived home with Michael from a job later in the day, they were both very pleased. Howl in particular seemed charmed at the idea of notes that could be posted up with magic. He went off to have a “quick wash-up,” which Sophie knew meant redoing all of his cosmetics, while Michael went back out to buy the needed eggs and milk (and visit Martha, most likely).

Howl returned much more quickly than Sophie expected, but she realized when she saw him that he hadn't done any real washing yet. "Dearest Mrs. Nose," he said, holding up a note between two fingers, "why is my mirror calling me 'vainest of the vain'?"

[seidrborn-a]

@helxcious​ spoke  𝑻𝑯𝑼𝑺:     “  silk  ”

SILK: does loki care about appearances much? does he spend a lot of time on his own appearance, or does he just go with the flow each day?

loki is  incredibly  vain.     this probably stems from his lack of confidence in his true form,  which he has been told is  monstrous  for his entire life.     he takes quite a bit of time in the morning to perfect his appearance,  carefully tending to every detail until he’s satisfied that not a piece of him is out of place.     that he’s the perfect image of aesir royalty.     that he’s  BEAUTIFUL.

[zarry-ot5]

2011 - Interviews- Larry evidence and demise

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2iRTQ0989T8

This Muzu Interview in Dec 2011 gets a lot of attention and shows Louis and Harry's intimate nature at the time.  AT the 8:00 mark it gets interesting.  

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZZTpI0Pm9QQ

In the second video, from Digital spy in Sep 2011, the one thing that sticks out to me is how controlling Louis seems to be with how people are interacting with Harry.  

You can see it written all over their faces right here, Zayn knows exactly what he’s doing, Harry knows what the reaction is about to be, and Louis is pissed.

Louis sees it as Zayn and Harry prepare for his reaction

Now Zayn looks amused, Harry is like “What?”, and Louis is like “Seriously?”

This  looks like Louis is pissed, Harry is annoyed, and Zayn is just fed up

At this same time, the interviewer asks who is the vainest in the group, and Harry responds “Vain rhymes with Zayn”, to which he replies “we’re all vain, I don’t know why I keep getting the title for it”.  I think Harry was just trying to distance himself from Zayn at this moment to appease Louis.  Which makes me go, but why?  Why would he need to appease Louis?  and if he and Louis are together, why would Zayn, a completely hetero man, be of any threat to Louis?

AND THEN THIS HAPPENS...  Louis, out of nowhere grabs Liam’s hand and holds it up with this smug little look on his face. Liam was just as shocked as everyone else, completely confused about what was going on.

and this screenshot speaks a thousand words...Harry is clearly hurt, Zayn is shocked, and Louis is pleased with himself for making a point

This continues for another few minutes of Louis being livid for almost another 2 min, then Zayn slaps his shoulder which only aggravates Louis further as he is trying to get Harry to look at him

Now Louis is doing this...

Then he punches his hand, which Zayn smirks at

This reads that Zayn is making a point to irritate Louis, and he doesn’t care that he does.  I think Louis is threatened by Zayn because of Harry’s attraction to him, which is why he gets so angry about it.  Oh to be a teenager again.....lol

Harry moved into his own flat February 25, 2012

[99liners]

hey, Jaimie! I've been wondering how enouement!kth would react to Tanaz fangirling over......well anyone really because I think it would really give him the ick. Like maybe a senior doctor that she looks up to or maybe she's just into a new boyband??? he would be such a salty fuck???? like she is thirsting over some idol he walks by to see her drooling or fonding(not romantically) over some other person would he try to I dunno change his appearance a lil or put in any effort to get her attention back on him cuz I think it would be a very thing to read. which also makes me question how much do all the men care about their appearance from 1 to 10, whos the vainest???

and also kaiho!jjk, i read in one of the yandere alphabets that during their courting days he made sure she had no baggage so he wouldn't have to deal with it. I wonder how he would handle the baggage he caused like????? she just gets really traumatized by him do you think he would help or even try to get her better. Also, you mentioned somewhere that jjk doesn't think he hurts aeira so if she straight up breaks down and tells him he hurts her what would he do?

I know I asked a lot of things together so take your time; it's also okay if choose not to reply to some of these I was just curious. All the love <333

henlo bb.

enouement!kth would be a salty fuck, yes. like his face would twitch, i mean who else can possibly be more handsome, charming and sensual than dr kim taehyung? impossible!

he is definitely someone who cares a lot about his outward appearance, would start experimenting with his aesthetic, hair cut, or even grow a beard if that warrants tanaz’s attention. kth breaks the vain scale at a whooping 12/10.

mm, why would kaiho!jjk have to deal with the baggage that he is causing aeira? she is just suppose to take it and deal with it however she can! it is not supposed to be his headache, nor does he think he is causing her any baggage — he puts food on the table, has given her all the freedom in the world, fucks her good, what more can she ask for? i don’t think he would help her directly because he does not know how to but he will, at the very least, try to help her but prolly fail lol. he is a disaster.

well, jjk would surely scoff at first, and laugh it off calling her a sensitive snowflake — he does not mean bad, how can his actions mean bad! but when aeira would press on the fact that she is not joking, he would lose his smile in like seconds. he would not apologise out front would try to be gentler around her. would fail at this too but would keep trying, so there’s that.

[phlve]

Naranjo Subtype Descriptions — 3

so3 / E3 Social: Prestige

For the distinctive passion of social E3, Ichazo came up with the term prestige: we can say that the social three is someone who has a passion to shine - not only through work, but also in the way they present themselves to others. It's like you have an intrapsychic propaganda department. By bringing the desire for prestige, understood as a passion for social recognition, to a need for applause from everyone and not just from some, it consumes an excessive energy that naturally interferes with spontaneous action. None of the E3 subtypes are described in the DSM-IV, which surely reflects the fact that the corresponding traits, oriented towards good performance, practicality and success, are idealized by modern culture, in which one can to say that the social three, in particular, has become the modal personality of the secular and technocratic world. Social E3 is the most chameleonic of the three subtypes. He is also the vainest of the vain. Regarding the other E3, he is a strong and reactive character, a lover of power, even if he manages it directly, but through the people he supports.

sp3 / E3 Conservation: Security

When considering enneatype three in a panoramic way, its social and sexual manifestations call our attention. But when we meet people of the E3 conservative type, we cannot exactly say that we are dealing with a third type of vanity, because just as the proud of the conservative subtype do not seem proud, the vain of conservation are not visibly conceited to us either - and I have come to characterize them as countervailing using language analogous to that of psychoanalysis when it introduced the notion of the "counterphobic" character, which hides its fear through visibly bold attitudes. In the course of the years I have been verifying that the same is true in the conservation case of each of the passions. In E1, for example, it is striking that he does not appear angry and that he masks his anger while defending himself against it with benevolent attitudes. The case of conservative E3, which seems not very vain, resembles that of someone who is so determined to be a good person (that is, to follow the perfect or ideal model of the good mother, the good housewife, etc.) than to live off such a way is translated into an implicit taboo to vanity. Therefore, it can be difficult for a less experienced person to recognize a conservation E3, who could be confused with an E1 or other traits. If we ask ourselves what his neurotic need is, what a conservative three needs above all else, it might seem that he would try, above all, to be good; But that is a universal commandment, present in the life of almost everyone (although some people rebel against it). More specific to E3 conservation is the concept, underlined by Ichazo, of security, and it seems to me that a threatened security also makes these people develop a special autonomy.

Since they were not sufficiently cared for, they learned to take care of themselves, and later they also come to take care of others. An atmosphere of safety is felt around E3 conservation, and these are often people who are consulted for advice, as they seem to specialize in problem solving. This passion for safety can oversimplify their lives, however, by reducing their interests to the most practical and useful. Furthermore, when you want to give an excessive priority to efficiency, you end up making efficiency itself efficient.

sx3 / E3 Sexual: Attractiveness

For the passion of the sexual three, Ichazo used the words masculinity or femininity, depending on the case. Rather, I used to explain it as an excessive attempt to conform to cultural (perhaps Hollywood) images of the masculine and feminine. Today it seems to me that the fundamental pathology of these people is that, instead of acting from an instinctive freedom, they put all their passion in the thirst for love and in the corresponding seduction through complacency or the image that is supposed attractive and exciting. The result of this is that the woman, being too concerned with pleasing the man, loses her capacity for enjoyment. Also added to this character is a certain passion for family which, despite not appearing as a defect, embodies an exaggerated need to please that perpetuates self-alienation. Of the three subtypes, the sexual is the most dependent. They do not usually show aggressiveness and do not tolerate being rejected. His seduction is intended to be welcomed and confirmed, confusing the value of himself with the attractiveness of his body.

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Family headcanons for Cassandra?

I hate to sound like a broken record. I really do. But again, no biological family.

Cassandra is one of the hardest cats in the tribe to get along with; she has a superiority complex and likes to instigate arguments. She can be reliable when the going gets tough, but normally? She's content to do her own thing and strut like a vain peacock. She is the epitome of a cat who thinks the world revolves around her.

The cats she gets along with the best are Bombalurina, Alonzo, and Tugger--the three other vainest and self-preening cats. They get together and indulge in gossiping and grooming and complaining about other people.

Alonzo is the cat she considers closest to her. He understands her better than anyone else, and she respects him a lot. They can be honest with eachother, about their doubts and insecurities. She's the only person she would ever allow herself to be vulnerable around, and likewise, he often looks to her for advice because he trusts her to tell it to him straight.