*pauses* Yeah! There is something I would like to know. Are you my friend?
Griffin narrating John:
The smile drops from his face, and he stands up and I think he reaches out his hand---with the fire---but he pulls it back down, and-uh-he kinda shakes his head and he says
What am I doing?
And he looks out the window for, like, a minute without talking... and he turns back to you and says
To, have friendship, Merle, it requires you to... Love someone and be invested in your shared happiness and these things, Merle, friendship and love and happiness.... They're -they're all so... Small. In the grand scheme of things, Merle, they last a second. And I just don't, *sighs*. What bring you happiness, Merle? I know that the game is over but... Wha-what brings you joy, Merle, please I- give me this freebie- I'm-just tell me.
What brings me joy.... is... Life. I think you've can find joy---anywhere, in life. I think it's a conscience choice. I think you- you choose joy. In life, and no matter how bad things are-no matter how crummy-no matter how dark.... You find joy. I found joy, honest to god, gettin' to know ya! I found joy playing chess with ya! I find joy in whatever I do! I don't always do things right 'nd I don't always do things smart, but whatever I do... I find joy in it, because at the end of the day, thats all ya got! You can always come back to the joy ya had, to the joy ya found, to the joy you gave other people!
Uhm, I think his back is turned to you for most of this as he just kinda looks out the window. He says
I think there was probably a time where I had joy- where I e-experienced fleeting happiness or anger or fear but god, it's just been so long. Merle, I... I used to spend my days considering the nature of time and existence- maybe that brought me joy, once, but unlike everybody else whoever thought about those questions, whoever pondered the meaning of it all... I, and you may find this hard to believe, but, I solved it, Merle, I saw the fullness of time. I- I pondered eternity and was the first person, and only person, to successfully visualize it's treacherous arch.
He sits back down-uh-across the chess board from you and he says
You're a man of the cloth, Merle, certainly you've wondered too about what awaits our conscienceness after death or-
and he laughs. He says
Perhaps for some people who think about it, ther-theres nothing but infinite oblivion that the eternal erasure of your conscienceness or-fo-for some it's eternal life and their god's glorious kingdom or eternal cycling through all the inhabitants of their world. Any of these options, Merle, any of them are just, i-erasure or contentment or revival. Any of those are fine as abstract concepts, but eternally, Merle. Eternally? You can't possibly conceive of the length of eternity, Merle. I have. It's maddening and hopeless, but it's this burden we're all saddeled with from the moment of our creation. it's a finishline that by it's definition will never arrive. It stretches forever and ever- it's too ambivilent to even taunt those trapped behind it. It is the cruel price of existence, Merle, and it is too horrible to bear, once you've seen it. Existence, Merle. LIFE, Merle! It's horrible... to exist. To live is... horrible.
And he, kind of, chuckles and he realizes he got a little carried away there.
I don't think I want to hang out with you anymore, John. I think I'm take off... and you can continue... wallowing in your sadness and your oblivion 'nd seein' nothin' but the negative and I'm gonna go on my way... and I tell you what! If we ever meet each other somewhere in infinity, you can apologize to me and tell me you were wrong.
He chuckles a little bit, and he turns towards you and he says-
I'm sorry you feel that way. You're the first person who I've, sorta, talked about this to who hasn't listened. There were... everyone listened, Merle. I'm not being hyperbolic. Every person in the world was swayed. I don't know why you're different... but everyone else listened. Everything! Everyone across out whole plane of existence, ou-our shared vexation, with life, covered the world like a blanket, and soon every bird in the sky and every tree and every forest and every blade of grass and grain of sand, shared our fury, and it wasn't long before... It changed us.
And I think as he's talking, Merle, you see this scene outside this constant orange sunset start to turn inky and black, with these colorful ribbons of light you've seen inside the hunger-so many times. And he says-
We changed our entire plane into something new all together. A single being fueled by discontentment, searching for something bigger than this existence. Regardless of the cost.
He turns towards you and he says-
You call us the Hunger. That's not entirely inaccurate, cause we are hungry, but it would be more accurate to simply call us dissatisfaction, but soon-
and he holds up his hand, and says-
You will call us Ascendant.
Well, we'll see. John? Thanks for the chess game and kiss my ass you sanctimonious bastard.
This is some information about me for any of my followers that want to know about me! :)
Full Name: Alexandria Esterfil
Birthday: June 13th
Nicknames: Alexia or Alex. Either one is fine with me :)
Zodiac Sign: Gemini
Country of Origin: Haiti
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Interests: Anime, Reading, Writing, Listening to music and sometimes browsing Social Media and of course Tumblr.
Fandoms I’m in: Clexakru (We’re so extra and I love it) Yuri On Ice! (I love the characters and I’m currently waiting for season 2.) Harry Potter (Potterhead for life) The Bold Type( Just renewed for seasons 2 and 3! I’m so excited!!) The Hunger Games (The fandom is quiet right now but I’m never leaving.)
Things I hate:
Queerbaiting: I hate this with passion because this is the worst thing a show can do: tease LGBTQ youth with hope of a WLW or MLM ship only to get ratings for their episodes, that is NOT okay and it needs to stop.
Bury Your Gays Trope: I despise this because LGBTQ people are NOT disposable, they deserve to have their own happy ending just like any straight couple on TV. It has gained media attention due to the online outrage when Commander Lexa (Reshop Heda! We miss you!) was killed after minutes of consummating her relationship with Clarke Griffin.
Racism: Racism is more blatant than ever since we now have cheeto in chief in charge aka Donald Trump. If anyone tries to come in my inbox trying to call me a racial slur, you’re getting blocked.
Hi! I'm very curious as to what Hunger Pains actually is. I know it's a book but as far as I know it's Hunky Dory here's some very nice plot, let's get down to business TO DEFEAT.. THE HU- I mean- ANYWAYS I know next to nothing about your book and I have a Need To Know Things.
Hunger Pangs (don’t worry, my husband calls it Pains all the time and I have the draft manuscript On. My. Wall.) was a shit post written just over a year ago after @jeneelestrange goaded me into it.
If you go through my tags #Hunger Pangs and #the vampire werewolf thing, you will finds lots and lots of meta and the occasional snippet of fiction. Some of it is very NSFW, and has been marked as such. I hope to get most of that archived on Ao3 at some point for easier perusal, I just haven’t had the time yet.
I will request that you be careful when typing #Hunger Pangs into the tumblr search function, as the tag is unfortunately used predominantly by eating disorder blogs, often ones not aimed towards recovery. This is something I was not aware of at the time when I started tagging the book and I’ve since started using HPangs (also Phangs) more often and am working my way back through the tags to fix this. If you wish to look at things pertaining only to my work through that tag, the url link is here: https://thebibliosphere.tumblr.com/tagged/hunger%20pangs
By request there is going to be two versions of the book, one with kink, and one without for those who prefer more fluff than smut in their reading repertoire. This is something I plan to do for all my future novels as well for those who are interested in my work, but don’t necessarily want to read about kink.
The whole thing was supposed to be me just flipping tropes on their head for funsies, with the original draft intended to be a short 10k satire of the paranormal romance trope where Totally-Average-Girl gets sucked into a magical world and becomes the heated love interest of two usually “dominant” supernatural males and a toxic love triangle ensues (among other things). It was a trope I had to work with a lot in the industry as an editor, and became somewhat of a pet peeve of mine. So much so that somewhere along the line this fun little satire turned into a full 60k+ manuscript with happy, healthy polyamory instead, where nobody dies. Because that is also a trope in bi poly romance novels that can fuck right the fuck off as well. I mean, one of them’s already kinda technically dead?? But he’s fine with it.
The focus is on three main characters, a vampire called Vlad, a werewolf Nathan, and a being of as of yet undisclosed species who goes by the name of Ursula, and how they are brought together in a fantasy AU regency styled world torn apart by war and prejudice. If Game of Thrones ascribes to the idea that the world is dark and full of terrors, Hunger Pangs is the weird cryptid fancier asking where you can find them and are they looking to date anyone right now.
It’s ultimately a story of struggle, betrayal and power. But above all else Hunger Pangs is about love, romantic or otherwise, and the lengths people will go to in order to protect what is good and right in the world. It’s love as an act of bravery and defiance. And also punching fascists with your werewolf boyfriend, but that was honestly just a happy narrative coincidence that happened to coincide with the absolute shit show 2017 has turned out to be.
It’s heavy on puns, satirical commentary and at times, moments of outright defiance.
Author friends who have read the raw manuscript have described it as being, “like reading the queer-goth-punk love child of Terry Pratchett and the Addams Family filled with hope and rage” and honestly I’ve never been more proud or terrified of anything I’ve ever done in my entire life.
I’m hoping to have the pre-order on Amazon up by the end of October, with full release planned for sometime around Christmas, provided my health holds out and I don’t end up needing more emergency surgery. So far the odds are looking good :)
The artwork for the covers has been designed by our very own @whales-and-witchcraft/ @umicorms and is just, I have no words for how much I love it. I can’t wait to share it with all of you. I’m so excited.
Oh nice, my mom isn’t speaking to me. Is it because i, 1) bought something with my own money, 2) am bad at focusing on schoolwork, or 3) she’s angry at something else and taking it out on me via the silent treatment
Hi, how can I more surely distinguish introverts and extraverts in fictional characters? I am pretty confident in my ability to type real people because they're more consistent and I'm getting good at distinguishing the tertiary and inferior function, but fictional characters are much more difficult to grasp.
One thing that makes cognitive function theory difficult to understand is that each individual is unique and complicated in their motivations and desires. We all have inner forces that push and pull at us in opposite directions, making it SEEM as though personality is inconsistent or unpredictable. Whenever I straight up ask someone who is not familiar with personality studies whether they are introverted or extraverted, >90% of the time, they will answer “a little of both” or something along those lines. It’s the natural answer because we all have introverted functions that compel us to introvert and extraverted functions that compel us to extravert. Anyone who’s been quiet and solitary for a long time will eventually get bored and seek stimulation; anyone who’s been very active in the world will eventually need some down time in order to stay sane.
When we label someone as E/I, it does not mean “one or the other” or “liking one and disliking the other”, rather, it simply refers to the one that is more dominant, the one the person naturally defaults to because it brings more desirable psychological rewards. E.g. I’m quite introverted in that I like and need to spend most of my time in private reflection, but every person I meet labels me as extraverted because I can socialize very successfully when I want to, when the situation demands it. Although I deeply enjoy the Fe-Se rewards I get from socializing, they are not as great as the rewards I get from reflecting, therefore, no matter the rewards I get from extraverting, they will never make me a true extravert. This example illustrates why it can sometimes be hard to identify someone’s true preference just by looking at them: It’s relatively easy to tell which function they are using at a particular point in time, but it’s much more difficult to determine the exact placement of that function in the stack if you don’t get to observe a wide enough range of their behavior.
1) First, always sort out dispositional from situational factors, i.e., is the person’s behavior mostly attributable to their personality or mostly to the circumstances that they find themselves in? E.g. The people I meet fail to take into account situational factors and then they define my “sociability” as a personality “trait” when, in reality, it’s a SKILL that I possess, not my default state of being.
If you throw me into a group of people, the group necessitates that I
use my extraverted functions and, since I don’t mind and have no problem
doing so, I’ll use them but only for the sake of integrating well into
the specific situation. You should always be aware of correspondence bias because it is one of the more common reasons for mistyping others. If you’re typing a fictional character (or anyone you don’t have full access to), you’re looking closely at what’s motivating their behaviors in order to infer the correct cognitive functions. A lot of the time, characters are simply motivated by plot requirements, in which case those behaviors may or may not be a reliable indicator of their true type. If someone is simply reacting to the environment, their action is “extraverted behavior” but not necessarily classifiable as true extraversion; if someone is being reflective because the plot has thrown them a significant problem, it’s “introverted behavior” but not necessarily classifiable as true introversion - these could just be situational factors or plot driven behaviors.
2) Notice the times the person is left to their own devices, without any environmental pressures, because you’re more likely to see their natural behaviors in those moments. Notice the scene openings where the camera “catches up” with a character, what have they been doing prior to that moment? I’ll use the show Friends as an example since many people are familiar with it. When the camera catches up with Chandler in his apartment, he can often be observed reading or finishing a bath, these are solitary activities that imply a
need for quiet time. Joey is often watching noisy TV, eating, napping (out of boredom), or just getting back from a date, which implies a strong need for sensory and social stimulation. Monica is usually with someone and in the middle of cleaning, rearranging, or perfecting a recipe so as to make her home inviting and comfortable, which implies a strong need to be orderly and valued for her effort.
3) Sometimes personality can be more apparent in what someone DOESN’T do or fails to do. E.g. If the plot compels a character to take action but they often DON’T and inertia sets in, you can take that as a sign of introversion; if the plot compels a character to reflect but they often DON’T and they keep blindly pressing forward, you can take that as a sign of extraversion. The same principle applies to all four dichotomies. In these cases, situational factors have collided with dispositional factors: the environment is compelling them to behave one way but their personality is stronger in compelling them to do the opposite, which sometimes worsens the situation for them as they fail to properly
address pressing problems.
4) Character development often follows plot development. In the average story, a character is usually presented with a significant problem/obstacle to resolve/overcome, and their failures/misfortune will take them into their emotionally lowest point before climactic resolution in the final act - this process signals character growth to the audience. (1) How did they arrive at their lowest emotional point (did they overindulge any functions?), (2) How did they behave at their lowest point (did their lower functions act up under stress?), and (3) What did they need to do in order to climb out of their lowest point (did their functions “adjust” and resolve the issue)?
I just watched the Wonder Woman movie, so I’ll use that as an example since it has a fairly typical plot: Diana slides into her lowest point because she severely oversimplifies the problem (Se) and is naive in her rigid moral worldview (Fi), often charging headfirst into everything (Te) and unwilling to reflect more carefully on the complexity of the situation even when explicitly advised to (Ni). At her lowest emotional point, she gets extremely judgmental of people’s moral worth (Te loop), becoming doubtful about who she really is and darkly pessimistic about whether her actions really make any meaningful impact in the world (Ni grip). Her attitudinal conflict (E:Se-Te vs I:Fi-Ni) and the plot conflict are resolved when she gets back in touch with her core moral beliefs (Fi) and what they mean for her going forward (Ni). She’s a psychologically healthy individual, but she is an extravert who over-extraverted with the external conflict and then tripped into an internal conflict, therefore proper introverting was what she needed in order to reestablish the cognitive balance required to solve the narrative conflict effectively.
The opposite would happen with an introverted character, a good contrast that comes to mind is Katniss Everdeen in The Hunger Games (it’s been awhile so the details are sketchy). Katniss is an extremely reluctant hero, thrust into a situation that she really doesn’t want to be in after she wins the game. While she dislikes the conditions she lives in, she is resigned to them and often chooses a “keep your head down” strategy instead of rebelling (Si) because she is convinced that any attempts to create real change will garner extremely undesirable consequences (Te), so she only takes action in the moments when the moral imperative is undeniable and unavoidable (Fi), not able to imagine how else she could address the mounting problems before her (Ne). She slides into her lowest emotional point because she always wants to stay out of everything unless something impacts her directly and forces her to get involved, sticking with her own moral calculations even when the world is continuously compelling her to step up, even when lesser people were already stepping up (Fi loop), and she acts out in abrupt and rather impotent ways whenever she feels overwhelmed by helplessness (Ne grip). Her attitudinal conflict (I:Si-Fi vs E:Te-Ne) and the plot conflict are resolved when she finally admits/recognizes that she possesses great power to affect change (Te) and that she should consider the bigger picture and how she can make things better for everyone rather than only caring about the individuals who matter most to her (Ne). She’s a psychologically healthy individual aside from the guilt/trauma of her experiences, but she’s an introvert who over-introverts, she’s over-cautious and her inner conflicts often hold her back from solving the external conflict, therefore proper extraverting was what she needed in order to reestablish the cognitive balance required to solve the narrative conflict effectively.
i recently had to unfollow quite a lot of people and am looking for more super cute people to have on my dash, so if you post any of the following (majority, preferably) then please like this post so i can check you out or we can ramble about feels and become friends, yeah?
Hello ^^ This is my first fanfic for Pennywise, and I hope you like it! The young reader is having a nightmare, and Pennywise comes to cheer them up. Lots of fluff, as I feel like Pennywise would be a good momma bear character. I promise some smut in other publishing ;) Anyways, enjoy!!
When Pennywise found you tossing and turning in your sleep that late at night on a summer’s night, he knew that something was wrong with you. Crawling in through your bedroom window, the large clown loomed over you as he watched your face contort in weird ways as your small body shook.
He had never seen you do this in your sleep before, as most nights he liked to watch over you and if you were awake he would do some magic tricks for fun. Pennywise let his eyes roam over your body, writhing as if in pain but he could see no wounds, you weren’t bleeding… so what was wrong?
In that moment Pennywise remembered the day he met the weird child that was now squirming in front of him in bed. You were the first child he had resisted in eating and had befriended, and Pennywise had seemed to have grown into to what most humans called ‘ a momma bear’.
But that didn’t matter at the moment, something was wrong with his human, and he was going to find out what.
You had met Pennywise earlier that summer when you had been wondering around the Barrens while the sun radiated down onto your skin. With your parents both at work, and they would be until suppertime later that day, they had left you to roam the streets of Derry so you could grow familiar with your new surroundings. You had just moved to Derry a couple of months ago, your parents had bought a little shop front in the town and were going to make their own business.
You had not made a single friend yet since you moved to Derry, as you had only attended a couple weeks of school before it was summer break. A good book was all you needed, along with the piano which resided in the families lounge room.
Trudging down the shallow creek that snaked through the ground, you found yourself chasing small tadpoles that wriggled their way downstream. “Y/n” Someone, or something called out to you, causing your head to shoot up and look around. Your eyes locked with a large storm drain, where a singular red balloon slowly floated its way out off. “Y/N…” The voice drawled early, deep and somewhat calming “, wanna play?
A shiver when down your spine, but as you moved forward to grasp the balloon out of curiosity, two stormy blue eyes appeared out of the darkness, spooking you for a second. The clown stepped forward, a sinister grin on its face, towering over you as you continued to grip onto the balloon string.
“Want to come and play my child? I have many more balloons where that came from”He purrs, blue eyes melting into you. He could smell something different about you, there was the delectable smell of your flesh, but there was no fear, no worry besides a childlike wonder and contentedness.
“Mumma said I-” “Oh silly me!” The large clown creature giggled, eyes still burning into yours “I’m Pennywise the dancing clown! Pennywise, meet Y/n, y/n meet Pennywise!”” He giggled loudly, causing you to giggle also as he felt a different type of hunger towards your form.
You both had played in the drains the whole day, Pennywise had nearly eaten your small form many times ( when you were counting in hide and go seek, his jaw had unhinged and nearly taken out your throat, but when you giggled saying “I’m coming to find you Penny!” he had stopped, quickly vanishing before your eyes and appearing somewhere hidden as you trudged around the sewers excitedly), but he found himself resisting, wanting to spend time with you even if your flesh looked
And as they say, the rest of their ‘friendship’ was history.
Pennywise shook your shoulder, his gloved fingers locking around your fragile bones as he did so. His lips pouted, bottom lip shooting out as he heard small whimpers and groans leaving your lips. Sniffing the air, he could now sense the delectable scent of fear radiating of your small form. Excess saliva did build up in his mouth at the intoxicating smell, but the clown gave your shoulder a more aggressive and harsh push in an attempt to wake you up, to find what was scaring you.
“Kiiiiiity~ wake up!” The clown said a little louder, his eyes starting to slowly morph into a smouldering golden, signalling the hunger that the smell of your fear aroused in him. But, his voice had a deeper edge, as he was doing his best to control his hunger.
With a couple more shakes and worried seconds, Pennywise has successfully woken up from your terrorized sleep.
“P-penny” You whimper, eyes flicker open and your little stubby arms shoot out and around the clown’s neck as tears started to roll down your cheeks in big globs of pain and fear. You buried your face into its silver clown suit, tears being absorbed as Pennywise was confused by the sudden closeness of the child.
His long, lanky arms wrapped around the child’s small form, making sure not to crush you as he would any other child that was in his arms. The smell of fear was still strong on your skin, but as you had lept into his arms it slowly seemed to slip away out of your scent, leaving the familiar smell that had enticed him to you in the first place.
“What’s wrong my little y/n?” He only ever used your name when he was serious, like that time you had not been paying attention in the street and ran out to chase a butterfly, a car narrowly missing you. You had cried so much that afternoon, Pennywise had been planning to kill the human driving the car later that night, but after an afternoon of playing games and playing pranks on one another, his anger had seeped out.
You sniffle, looking up as your eyes were red and puffy, and you continued to grip to his silver clown suit. “Y-you won’t ever leave my right Penny? I-I dreamt you l-left because you didn’t like my a-anymore!” You sob before burying your face back into his costume, the red pom poms (?) on his shirt brushing against your cheek as you did so.
The clown was confused. Why did you worry about silly things like that? One day, he would have to go back into hibernation, yes, but that was a bridge the clown would cross when he got there. Why did this make you so sad? He was an alien clown who ate children, a fact that you stayed ignorant to, but you would one day forget him, move on with your life like the good human you were.
“I’m here now kitty, and I ain’t gonna leave you” He wasn’t good at feelings, as obviously, he didn’t have them, but he tried. “Now, child, let’s read a story and forget about those stupid things!” his large tongue left his mouth, licking the sides of your face to rid them of the tears that stained them. It caused you to giggle, not a shred of fear affecting you at this, and you nodded as you rubbed your eyes after he licked your cheeks.
At licking your cheeks, the dull hunger gnawing at his stomach as satisfied for the moment, but he knew he would have to feed after being in such close proximity to you. You jumped off the bed, running to your book stand, picking up (your fav book) before jumping back onto your bed and crawling onto Pennywise’s lap. Opening the book, you started to read.
The clown’s arms were locked around your tiny waist as a way to comfort you. But, in the back of his head there as a small want to crush it, before devouring your form whole, but this was something he had come to ignore when he was here with you. He kept a constant eye on your emotions, giggling and tickling you at points in the story, like it when you smiled.
Half an hour later you were sound asleep again, but this time there was no tossing and turning like before. You slept soundly, a small smile on your face as his gloved hands gently tousled your hair. Grinning, he climbed back out of the window. With one glance back to you, he then dropped from the two-story window, disappearing into the storm drain that was right out the front of your house.
A little while back I asked Risa if I could take one of her posters and animate it in 3D. We both settled on this design, a great piece of typography, with enough other fun animatable bits to warrant making the design move.
I had so much fun making this! Figuring out how each element animates to correlate with the particular fandom.
Hey! I love that you help so many people find new fics to read. I was wondering if you new of any Stiles and Peter fics where their relationship isn't really all lovey dovey and its basically just them taking on the world and/or destroying everything in their path. I've been looking for something like this for a while and have been unable to fine one. Please use your amazingness and help me. Thank you!!!
After years away, Stiles returns to Beacon Hills just in time to put Isaac’s insides back where they belong.
It’s cute how people think he’s trustworthy.
Peter can smell the violence inside him, the urge to do something grand and possibly cataclysmic. It’s there—mixed with a balance and natural calm, but in the undercurrent, it’s there. He has seen things beyond the scope of Beacon Hills’ petty horror show. He has learned things.
The last time Peter was locked up and abandoned, he went crazy and killed a bunch of people. Stiles can’t understand why anyone would consider it a good idea to repeat history. So he decides to do something about it.
Basically what it says on the label. Hunger Games type fusion. Stiles doing way better than anyone anticipates. Peter finds him intriguing. Ruthless, devious assholes working together to ruin bad guys, as the Steter ship is meant to be.
Basically what it says on the label. Hunger Games type fusion. Stiles doing way better than anyone anticipates. Peter finds him intriguing. Ruthless, devious assholes working together to ruin bad guys, as the Steter ship is meant to be.
Peter and Stiles have been officially together for a few months when Stiles first says I love you. Peter’s face goes still and it takes a few moments before he says, “Oh.” Stiles, reeking of shame and humiliation, stutters out an apology and all but flees from the loft. He and Peter are supposed to be researching, but Stiles can’t stay there, not after that. Peter doesn’t try to stop him.