INFP: “DONT WORRY ITS OK. HERE LOOK ITS THE PIC OF THAT VIRTUAL CHARACTER U LOVE SO MUCH” … “Hey but … you’ll be fine. The world is…” *goes on and on ends up having an existential crisis themselves*
INTJ: *ERROR … ERROR … ERROR*
INFJ: if you want to talk I’m here to listen … Really just take your time. You are fine really really. I’m here to listen.
ENFP: “OMG YOU ARE CRYING!!
OMG TEARS !! ARE YOU OK ?? Wait !!!! What am I saying?? You are crying of course you are not ok” *BIG HUGE HUG* “lets go out for a drink or something” :)
ENTP: *unconsciously cracks a joke* … *shows Memes* … *Puns* … *Cute animal pics* … … … “If you wanna talk I really don’t mind” … *more memes* … “I KNOW LETS GO GET DRUNK!!!”…. “ oh you need a hug???” … … … … … … “Fiiiine” *gives them a hug until they stop crying* … unconsciously cracks a joke again*
ENFJ : “WHO THE FUCK MADE U CRY????”
(╯°□°)╯︵ “I’LL KILL THEM FOR YOU I SWEAR” … “Oh oh no no wait you’re alright” *gives them a hug* *cracks a joke at the end*.
ESTP : “Hey don’t worry it’ll be fiiine like seriously. Please. Stop crying. Look memes. Want to join me in on a prank?? … no? WHAT DO I DO IN THIS SITUATION???”
ESFP : “YOU ARE CRYYYYING
. LOOK SHE’S CRYING
(/ﾟДﾟ)/. EVERYONE SHE IS CRYING \(*Д* \) . What to dooo???? X_X” *acts like some clown to cheer them up*
ENTJ : “well, life’s a bitch” -_-
ISFJ : “oooh dear don’t worry. You are ok. I’m here. Its fine” *a big hug. gets them some food* (idk why don’t ask)
ISTJ: “U can always solve the problem its not the end of the world. want me to help u put out a plan??”
ISFP: (the clumsy one): “oh daamn. uuuuuh hey! i know! wanna go with me see some flowers?? its in this rly nice calm place. And um they r rly beautiful too” *gives a hug* “hey hey hey! don’t worry u can tell me whats wrong! rly … WE CAN EAT SOMETHIN’ TOO …. MUSIC IS GOOD TOO…” *ends up crying with them* ( ಥـْـِـِـِـْಥ)
ISTP: “oh well. wanna go out for a drink?”
ESTJ: “oh…. crying…. uuh…. ok….. welp?…. want me to kick someone’s ass for you? or nah?”
ESFJ: “ TEARS! oh damn. WHO DID THIS??? oh dear. Don’t worry I’m here if you need anything”
Probably has like. barely any Casual Clothes. at least 70% of his wardrobe is suits and ties and slacks because he always is Dressed to Impress
but. that 30% is like old worn out shirts of bands that no one remembers and weird pajama pants with tacky designs on them
70% classy 30% tacky
sometimes passes out on his desk at the office. not all the time, but often enough that he has a constant kink in his neck
gets woken up at 3am by Shou breaking a potted plant while crawling through the window
“ooh, god. My neck is absolutely killing me. I don’t even know what I did.” “Maybe its because you’re like fifty, old man.” “wh-aa I uhm– why you even here, Ritsu.” “….. I’m here for Shou…” “oooh I see. So that’s it, huh? Well–” “Oh my god, stop looking at me like that.”
has chronic back pain
the whole reason he actually learned how to give some killer massages was to try and work the pain out of his own back instead of ‘exorcising’ curses n whatnot, but hey, two birds one stone
has a mini fridge in his office
before he met mob it used to be full of mostly cheap beer that he could barely stomach. Now there’s always milk, coffee creamer, and whatever is left over from their lunches together
has to put a baby lock on said mini fridge
teru doesnt know how to unlock them
Reigen externally: “oh haha, that, uuh, that was a close one, eh Mob? That damn spirit almost h-had us, huh? good thing I was here.” Reigen internally: “holy fucking shit holy crap oh my god oh fu”
constantly on the verge of a mental breakdown
the only reason he isn’t freaking out 24/7 is because he is really good at just…. shoving all that deep, deep down. He has a killer calm and collected facade
the only time his fears, doubts and worries are shown is when he is drunk off his ass (and oh boy does he have a lot of those)
the words ‘daycare center’ were once written on the Spirits and Such sign for almost a month is scrawled, messy sharpie
Reigen actually did notice it, but Shou would start snickering and giggling whenever he walked past it without saying a thing, so he kept it up to humour him
Only remembers Shou and Teru’s name when it’s convenient to him
“Eh Mob, where’d that fire headed kid go? I think he took off with my coffee flavouring.” “…. do you mean Shou?” “yeah, that kid.”
“Hey! Haystack! Get away from the fridge! Didn’t you read the damn sign?” “Sorry boss I don’t know how to read suddenly.”
Just as Mob starts telling Teru about how awesome and powerful of a psychic he is, Reigen trips over his own feet in the background and takes a bookshelf down with him
screws himself over quite a bit
drinks coffee at 9 at night
doesn’t readjust that rug near the front of his office, no matter how many times he trips over it
repeatedly locks himself out of his office, has to wait for Mob to drag Ritsu by so he can pick the lock
doesnt dare question why the fuck ritsu knows how to pick locks
will sometimes stay up late at night, staring up at his ceiling with dead eyes because he realized that he has four kids latching onto him
like, wtf??? He’s not Adulty enough to take care of this many kids?? why do they keep coming back?? is he supposed to be some sort of Role Model now? thats too much fucking responsibility he cant do that
has trouble coming to terms with change, time going past, that sort of thing
sometimes he remembers how young Mob was when he first met him, how much time has gone by since then, and his mood plummets instantly
he is completely aware of why Teru has been showing up at his office so often, why he sometimes even trails behind Mob like a shadow during some exorcism gigs, and he finds it hilarious
practicing using a mirror is sooo helpful it helps with tech and facial expressions so you can actually see what you are doing
know how to adapt to a room-be loud enough. this is a problem that is easily fixed- if the ac is running, bad acoustics, whatever. just be loud enough to control the room
CONFIDENCE IS KEY even if you don’t know what you’re doing PRETEND LIKE YOU DO fake it til ya make it is the best idea i can give you
take care of yourself the week before a tournament, actually get sleep, eat well, don’t get sick, etc. being sick at a tournament is literally hell
in that case if you are sick at a tournament here’s what you can do: get a ton more sleep than you usually do, take emergen-c or airborne as well as whatever other medicine you need, drink a LOT of water, try not to get anyone else sick
energy during practice and tournaments is really important!! don’t stay “up” all the time, make sure to balance your energy but when you’re performing, you need to be out there and excited.
taking a break is ok- whether it’s from practice or from tournaments, it’s ok. don’t get burned out.
black book tip- putting tape or extra paper in page corners makes it easier to turn, and make sure you’re holding it the right way
if you’re doing a duo, don’t do it with a.) the person you hate b.) your bf/gf it won’t end well, trust me
asking people on your team to watch your piece and help you is so helpful, they offer a different perspective and come up with some awesome ideas
MAKE SURE YOUR ALARM IS SET ON TOURNAMENT MORNINGS
support your team in every way possible-watch outrounds, watch their pieces during practice, be supportive during awards
can’t decide what to cut? ask someone else to get their perspective-they may find something unimportant that you didn’t see and cut it
general HI stuff-
be as ridiculously energetic as possible…most HI prelims are just an energy contest.
having distinguished characters are sooo important-make sure voices/postures/motions are different
make sure your piece is actually,,,,funny (this was my problem freshman year i had the stupidest HI ever)
LAUGH AT OTHER PEOPLE’S PERFORMANCES IN A ROUND IT MAKES THEM FEEL GOOD AND IS A NICE THING TO DO IN GENERAL
uhhh DI stuff:
i don’t do DI but from observing here’s what i know- the deep serious pieces are good, but the best DI’s have a few jokes or light hearted moments. sad all the time=bad
don’t overact. that’s for HI. DI is supposed to be real emotions
your plot needs to be clear
umm make sure you match if you’re in hs league
be precise with tech here too
make sure you don’t look at or touch each other, that’s just in the rules
once again a mix of humor/seriousness is really good
make sure your intro is in depth and clearly explains the point you’re trying to make
say title and author too
clean book tech- page turns and closing your book is really really important
if anyone can think of something to add, reblog and add it on
CONTEXT: 4 man party into a corroded farmhouse turned swamp with a plant that hosted corpses nearby. After making constant dex saves and plowing through doors. I’m playing a warforged paladin with built in armor that weighs a little under 800 pounds. What happens next may not be expected
DM: You make your way down the stairs first, testing the strength of each step beneath your weight. Make a dex save every 5 feet down.
Warforged(me): *rolls above 10 most of the way down* Not to worry citizens, I will give my life before you!
Rogue: What if that thing controlling the corpses is causing this house to crumble?
DM: You hear an eerie screech echoing from somewhere below you.
Warforged (OOC): Now you’ve done it…
DM: Everyone make a dex reflex save
Rogue: *rolls 12*
Ranger: *rolls 14*
Wizard: *rolls 4*
Warforged: *rolls 20*
DM: Both the (Rogue) and (Ranger) keep their balance, however (Wizard) starts to tumble into the now gaping hole in the center of the main hall. (Warforged) as you rolled quite high and are near him I’ll give you a free action before the encounter.
Warforged: (OOC) I wish to push past (Wizard) and elbow drop into the hole.
DM: Okay, roll me an acrobatics check
Warforged: *rolls 20 again*
DM: Oh.. uuh okay, you make a great leap crushing the wood boards behind you. Elbow out, diving towards the gaping hole…
Warforged (OOC): I wish to start playing “Electrifying” out of my voice synthesizer.
DM: As you turn on your mysterious new aged robot music the screeching from the basement of the farmhouse is soon replaced by a large splatter followed by “DO YOU SMELL, WHAT (Warforged) IS COOKIIIIING?”
Rogue (OOC): I’m never playing with you again…
Ranger (OOC): And not experience the first wrestler of the Warforged Wrestling Entertainment world?!
((There’s more dialogue in this page than I’d usually put and so I misjudged how much room I’d need and didn’t know where the hell to put it all in the end. It’s all kinda small so ya’ll may have to open it in a new tab or full view it or some shit.
Again, I’m still trying to get used to drawing these guys again, so sorry if they still look off. But I actually think all in all this page turned out pretty nice.
FINALLY the two of them go on an actual DATE. It’s about time.
Enjoy your fuzzies and feels because this is basically a whole chapter of fanservice))
*He’s still sitting on the Wardens bed, he has an opened bag of
marshmallows next to him and he’s sitting reading the Superjail
newspaper. It’s been a while since the Warden has gone to sort the
cell block walking off and he’s getting impatient as well as confused
as to why this would take the warden so long.* Damn, where is he?
*shoves another load of marshmallows into his mouth*
*Knocks on the door, for some reason not entering his own bedroom. He
stands outside with his cane, all spruced up for his date. He
temporarily magics up a mirror, checks himself in it, licks his hand
and runs it over his hair. He nods in approval and disappears the
mirror, straightening up and neatening up his clothing. Then he pings
a bouquet of roses into his hand.*
Hm? *Hops off the bed and goes over to the door, he opens it and
smiles when he sees his boyfriend* Oh- Why did you knock?- *spies the
flowers and already gets a little flutter, raising an eyebrow and
chuckles, looking back at him both touched but confused*
*Holds them out to him with a smooth brandish of his wrist* For you,
my dear~ *He sounds incredibly sleazy, but that’s pretty much the
only setting he has. He’s honestly trying to be lovely.* You ready
for our date? *Short laugh* Of course you are- you’re with me.
*Clicks his fingers and Oncie is all neatened up and date-ready, he’s
even poofed him into his swanky green suit and top hat, something he
hasn’t worn in a long time (but this is a special occasion, so why
not dress to impress?). The Warden’s outfit is the same as ever, only
very shiny and tidy, but with the hat, cane and over-the-top
politeness he suddenly seems very much the mature Victorian suitor.
He offers Oncie his arm* I have a table reserved for us in the
fanciest restaurant in Superjail.
*Jumps a little at the magic poofing, and takes a minute to look down
at his clothes before he stares at the Warden, his mouth slightly
open and his eyebrow raised.* Uuh… A- a date? *slowly takes the
flowers and looks at them with a smile* Wow~ Okay. *chuckles sweetly
and hooks his arm in the Wardens*
*He flicks some keys from his pocket with a little jangle and presses
a button. Immediately Jailbot- shaped like a fancy sports car- shows
up and makes unlocking bloop sounds as his headlights flash. Warden
walks Oncie to his side and opens the door for him* You’ll soon find
out how good I am at treating my man~
*He’s speechless… and really wasn’t expecting this at all. He’s
still wondering what this is all about and assumes there’s something
behind it, or Warden really is just being a sweetheart, which is
adorable. But he assumes he just wants to show off. Either way, he’ll
play along and enjoy it, following him into the car.*
*Deliberately shuts Oncie’s door, slides over Jailbot’s hood and then
jumps over his door into the driver’s seat. Even though he wont be
driving- Jailbot will do it himself* Okay Jailbot! To our table!
*puts his feet up on the dashboard and, after a completely unsubtle,
stretching yawn, puts his arm around Oncie’s shoulders*
*Leans onto his shoulder, a secret smile on his face.*
What's your favourite quality about yourself and your friends
Oh gosh uuh for myself I would say….I’m very proud of my quick wit and sarcasm like I don’t think anyone can understand how proud I am when I can whip out a zinger and catch everyone off guard lasjkgd
but for my friends h eck that’s hard to narrow it down
Zac ( @princeofmints ) is just a general blessing in my life but my all time favorite thing is when he’s happy and you can feel the positive energy through the fuckin computer screen. You can definitely picture him excitedly flapping his hands or bouncing in his seat slightly cause he wants to share something he loves. It’s so good I love him
Shadzy ( @ahumbleabode ) Is all around positive and a safe place to go to when you need someone. Always there always trying his best, a good boy.
Todd ( @tatertodd ) hES A SMART ASS AND HES SO CLEVER AND I ADORE THAT SO MUCH HES A GOOD PERSON FOR CLEVER WITTY BANTER AND I LOVE IT I LOVE HIM
there’s so many other friends I could talk about but I don’t wanna drag on about my amazing friends so take my main men
Hey, so this is my first 5sos preference. I hope you guys like it. Feedback is always appreciated - be honest. Sorry that the first two are so short but I couldn’t think of more. P.S. there is more to come.
Ashton: “Ashton, please focus” you plead while you are holding the ladder so it will not move and Ashton will hopefully not fall down. Ashton looks down to you and rolls his eyes. “I think I’m capable to put some decoration on the house while I’m on a ladder. I’ve done this before and I’m not a small child so relax” he tries to calm you down. You inhale and exhale deeply before you respond. “Yeah, sorry. I’m just getting anxious.” “There is no need to be.” You give him the lights so that he can fix them to the house. Ashton curses and fumbles with the lights almost falling from the ladder. “Ashton!” you yell in panic. “I’m fine, I’m totally fine, see?” He giggles, looks down and turns his arms in the air, trying to show you himself from every angle that is possible his position. “I can’t believe you’re giggling at this” you say annoyed. “What else should I do?” “Come down. Now!” “I’m almost finished Y/N. I thought you want to see how the house lights up when it gets dark” Ashton reasons. “Not if it takes the life of my little giggling monster boyfriend” you exclaim. He giggles again but this time at the nickname you have given him and finishes his work. He climbs down and you instantly put your arms around his torso. Laughing Ashton shakes his head about you being so over protective but hugs you back. After that the both of you go inside and watch a movie. When it is finally time for the sun to set Ashton pulls you to your feet and you run outside. The time till the sun finally set passes really fast and both of you turn quiet while the darkness slowly takes everything in. It does not take long till the whole lights on the house light up and you gasp in awe. “Oh my god, Ashton. It’s beautiful” you whisper. “Thank you so much.” You put your arms around his torso and he puts his arm around your shoulder. “Like you said, no Christmas without Christmas lights.” You sit with Ashton there and talk for a while and enjoy the Christmas lights.
Michael: “How long will this take?” Michael asks. “If you help and don’t distract it will not take that much time” you explain. “I can’t wrap presents, you know that.” You sigh. “You never really tried.” “Y/N please” Michael says with puppy eyes and a pout trying to be extra cute and irresistible. And it works. Now and most of the times. You sigh deeply and roll your eyes. “Don’t pull a face like that. You already won” you admit unwillingly. He cheers and gives you a tight hug. “Yeah, yeah. It’s okay.” You roll your eyes but can’t hide your smile. Michael smiles satisfied and leans back to watch you while you are wrapping the presents alone. While you are struggling to wrap the presents as beautiful as you can because some of them are for Michael’s parents Michael gets more and more bored. “How is it going?” he asks after a while. “Four presents are left.” “Why did we buy so many presents?” “Because I have a family and you have two and that means many people to buy presents for.” “What do you mean with two families?” “The boys, duh” you scoff and throw something at him. “Now let me finish.” Just as you start wrapping again Michael crawls behind you and puts his chin on your shoulder. His hand trails from your thigh up and to your waist and down again making it hard for you to concentrate on what you are doing. He puts your hair aside and places small kisses on your neck. You hold back a moan and hit him on his arm. He chuckles softly and bites the skin on your neck softly making you tilt your head to the side so that he has better access to your neck. “You know we can postpone wrapping silly presents and take this over to the bed” Michael whispers. You turn to him with a smirk on your face and put your arms around his neck. “You wanna know what I’ve got you for Christmas?” you ask seductively. He smiles confused but nods. “The next time you will kiss me somewhere else than on my lips will be on Christmas” you whisper into his ear and step back to get a glimpse of his shocked face. “Now get out of this room so that I can finally finish this.” “But after this, right?” Michael asks with raised eyebrows. “Is today Christmas?” He shakes his head. “Good boy. Now go or do you not want to kiss me at all?” Michael’s chin drops but he takes you seriously and leaves you alone, being all grumpy.
Calum: You are standing in the kitchen with Calum’s mum and look into the oven to watch how the cookies bake. Calum has invited you over to his house but still has not arrived from the hang out session with the boys. You are not annoyed because now you are able to spend some quality time with Calum’s mum and sister. “Is this enough?” you ask eager to take out the first Christmas cookies you have ever made and taste them. Although, Mali Koa and her mother helped you you still think that they will not taste good and somehow regret making your first Christmas cookies with them. “Why are you looking at your cookies the whole time?” Mali Koa asks. “Huh? Oh, uuh.. Thisis just the first time I baked cookies and I don’t want to poison you guys. So yeah…” Mali Koa bursts out laughing and shakes her head about you being so anxious. “It won’t. I’m sure they’ll taste great” she reassures and you smile gratefully. Just in this moment the timer blinks, signaling that the cookies are finished. “Now, let’s taste them” she sing sangs and opens the oven. You let the cookies cool off for a while and that’s when Calum enters the kitchen. “What smells so delicious?” he asks, eyeing everything curiously. He wraps his arms around your waist from behind and pecks your cheek. “Y/N baked cookies” Mali Koa announces. “You wanna be the first to taste?” “Yeah.” Calum grabs a cookie and you take it from him. He gives you a confused look. “What is it?” “She thinks she will poison us” Mali Koa explains. Calum chuckles before taking the cookie softly from you. “I’m sure they’ll taste amazing.” Unwillingly, you give him the cookie back and watch him nervously when he and Mali Koa take their first bite. A smile conjures up Calum’s face. “They taste good” he says and Mali Koa nods agreeing. You eye them suspiciously, expecting them to gag and spit the bite out but instead they eat the whole cookie. “You don’t trust me?” Calum asks. “Here taste them yourself.” He takes a cookie and leads it to your lips. Hesitantly you take a bite and are surprised that they are right. You smile slyly and Calum finishes the rest of the cookie. “See?” He pecks your lips. “Now I only want to eat your Christmas cookies for the rest of my life.” “As long as I get my part I’m fine with it” Mali Koa adds and you shake your head smiling. Calum’s mum joins you and all of you finish the whole cookies.
Luke: You look at the picture of Luke which he has sent you and asked you to tell him if he looks good or not. He is very nervous because he is going to meet your whole family including your uncles, aunts, cousins and grandparents. After all it is Christmas and of course everyone is going to be there. When you told him that he was also invited he seemed so nervous anxious. You made clear that there is no need for him to come but he insisted to and still does. Sighing you tell him to wear a jeans, a white shirt and a denim and that there is no need for him to come if he wears something else. At your house ‘the party’ has already started. Adults are chatting, kids are running around and laughing and a delicate smell comes from the kitchen. Your hear the door bell ring and rush to the door because you know how lost Luke will feel when you are not the one to greet him first and to invite him in. You smile when you see that he exactly wore what you have told him to and peck his lips. Many of your family members have gathered around you and are impatient about to meet your boyfriend. His eyes wander nervously around the scene in front of him and you hear him gulp. You take his hand in yours, giving him a reassuring squeeze before you introduce him to everyone. Your uncles of course want to test how much of a man he is, who get scolded by their wives for it and who instantly take Luke’s side, your younger cousins want to play with the ‘giant’ that has just entered and your older cousins want to take pictures with him. At the end of the evening the adults are gathered in the living room and tell their childhood Christmas stories. Everyone is in a good mood and laugh. Wouldn’t it be so full you would not sit on Luke’s lap but there is no other place to sit and no one is paying attention to the two of you so it is fine. Luke gets more and more comfortable around your family and now he is smiling genuinely and you are very happy about this. “Thanks for inviting me. Your family is great” he whispers although there is no need to. “Thanks for coming. All of them are very happy and pleased to meet you” you respond. He pecks your shoulder and you snuggle into his side laughing with him at the embarrassing and funny stories your family members tell.