INTJ: The kid who is at the top of the class even though they don’t seem to work nearly as hard as the other people up there. They are an extreme nerd, but you wouldn’t guess it by just looking at them. Are (or at least seem) extremely confident and put-together, which, along with their unequivocal dislike of most people, makes other people who don’t know them well nervous around them.
INTP: The kid who has straight A’s even though they haven’t picked up the text book since they brought it home. Obviously a nerd and/or geek. They hardly talk to anyone, except to the teacher in order to pose theoretical questions that don’t have a solid answer. Their backpack is more like an endless collection of miscellaneous junk.
ENTJ: The kid who is the president of 4 different clubs and captain of a sport, whether or not they actually tried to obtain these positions. May or may not be at the top of the class, but everyone is convinced that they are. They slightly scare everyone else.
ENTP: The kid who never pays attention or does any work, yet is always on the honor roll. They know and talk to literally everyone and teachers love them. They are the supreme random trivia champions. They would crush everyone on the debate club if they joined, but that would mean researching a specific topic for too long which is too much effort and not enough pay off.
steve’s not the best at lip reading as a kid, so bucky forces his parents to find someone who can teach the both of them ASL so bucky can communicate with steve when he doesn’t have his aids in
whenever steve stays the night, bucky makes sure he has a case on his bedside especially for steve’s hearing aids
he also makes sure he always falls asleep facing steve, so that when they wake up they can communicate immediately
when someone at school starts picking on steve for needing his aids, instead of helping him find more inconspicuous ones (’you shouldn’t be ashamed of ‘em, stevie’), he starts turning up with huge ear muffs on so people stop snickering at steve
fireworks sometimes hurt for steve to listen to, so every fourth of july he takes the hearing aids out and rests his head on bucky’s shoulder and watches all the colours explode; and bucky falls in love with him a little more each year
in high school, steve gets so tired of listening to tony ramble on about science or being his usual flamboyant self that he sometimes just slips his hearing aids out and literally tunes out - bucky thinks it’s the funniest thing on earth, but it takes tony years to figure it out
steve and clint like to fuck with their friends by pretending that they can’t hear what someone’s saying when they totally can
bucky insists that every single one of their friends learns at least some simple ASL not just for steve, but for clint too
to nobody’s surprise, natasha’s been learning since she was a kid
when bucky starts to play piano fluently, steve likes to place his hands on the side of it and feel the vibrations with his eyes closed instead of listening; bucky watches him the entire time with a smile on his face
after bucky kisses steve for the first time, he takes a step back and points to himself, crosses his forearms over the other and lets one of them drop, then points to steve with his palm up - signing ‘i love you’ with a timid smile on his face
(steve’s too overwhelmed to respond as such, and with tears in his eyes he just brings bucky in for another kiss)
at their wedding, they both recite their vows at the same time they sign them
and if they make up their own translation of ‘til the end of the line,’ that’s their business
A “Millenium” post-ep fluff piece that randomly popped into my head. Didn’t fit with any of my prompts, unfortunately. But here you go.
“Scully, where are you?”
Having blindly answered the phone,
barely awake, Scully swallows. Her mouth is dry, her eyes refuse to open, and
why is Mulder calling her at this hour anyway? Whatever hour it is. Didn’t she
just take him home after the hospital? After that kiss? Oh, that kiss.
“Scully?” His voice gets
louder, sounds impatient.
“I’m here.” She mumbles into
her pillow before she turns her head to look at the time: 4.42 am. Oh, Mulder,
“You’re not here,” he sounds
strangely accusatory, she thinks still trying to wake up; he might be fine with
just two or three hours of sleep, even drugged up, but she’s not. “You
left.” He finishes.
“I went home, Mulder. Like I said
I would.” Her brain refuses to come up with the exact dialogue, but she
knows she told him she’d be back tomorrow. Considering the time then and now
she might have used the words ‘later today’. She never said she’d stay with
him. She knows because she had to make herself leave.
“You said you’d stay.” She
can practically hear him pout on the other end of the line.
“Mulder,” Scully sighs,
“I drove you home and I said I’d be back later.” There’s a pause on
his side and Scully’s eyes, which she just managed to open somewhat, are in
danger of falling shut again. This is the reason she wanted to go home, why she
didn’t stay with Mulder. That and the fact that she thought he’d be out for a
couple of hours. She had given him the good, strong stuff. Even that was no
match for his determination, it seems. He didn’t want her to leave of course
(and part of her really wanted to stay, too). His hands took liberties after
they left the hospital. After another push forward – the world didn’t end, no it didn’t – a first, tentative kiss. Now
touching. They were doing this slowly, without words, just testing the waters.
Except Mulder, on painkillers or not, tended to jump in. She didn’t stop him
when he planted his hand on her thigh in the car. Or when he leaned heavily
against her when she followed him upstairs. She even gave him another gentle
peck right before she left. But she knew she couldn’t stay. Because of this.
Before this could go further, and there was no doubt that it would, she needed
to think about it. She couldn’t do it when Mulder stared at her like a puppy,
when his hands roamed over her body; when his whole presence fogged up the
reasonable part of her brain.
“It’s later now, Scully.” His
voice, still pouting (she hears it, she truly does), jolts her back to the
“Mulder, it’s the middle of the
night. Why don’t you take another dose of painkillers and sleep? I’ll be there
in the morning-”
“Later in the morning.”
“I could drive over to your
“Mulder, your arm is in a sling.
You can’t drive.” Scully pinches her nose. She can barely move; her own
body, without the aid of painkillers, reminds her that she’s not getting any
“I can drive with one arm, Scully.
I told you.”
“You can’t, Mulder. Or you
shouldn’t. Just stay where you are, all right? I’ll see you in a couple of
hours.” He’s quiet again and as much as Scully longs for him to hang up
the phone so she can go back to sleep, she knows the silence is not a good
“I shouldn’t have done it,
huh?” His voice is barely above a whisper, breaks and Scully sits up in
bed, awake now.
“What are you talking about?”
“Kissing you. I shouldn’t have
done it. It was too soon.”
“Oh, Mulder,” Scully murmurs,
“you did nothing wrong. I loved the kiss.” She flushes when she realizes
what she’s just said.
“You did?” Now she can hear
him grin. It makes her smile, puts her in a better mood despite the wake-up
call and her exhaustion.
“Yeah, Mulder. I did.”
“So I can – we can – do it again?”
“I was counting on it.”
“I’m coming over now,
“Mulder, no! You’re not supposed
to drive with your arm.”
“But Scully…” The pout makes a
comeback. Scully sighs again; it feels like she never stopped sighing once. She
gets up, feels her weary bones and stretches.
“You stay where you are,
Mulder,” she tells him a voice he knows means business and he’s quiet, “I’ll
be there in half an hour, all right?” Without turning on the lights, she
grabs random pieces of clothes; it doesn’t matter anyway. She doubts they’ll
spend much time outside. Her stomach tingles thinking about it, about what
she’s about to do; what they’re about to do soon. So very soon.
“I could be at your place in 20
minutes, Scully.” Mulder’s impatience distracts her, makes her roll her
“Mulder, if you want a repeat
performance of that kiss and if you want to go further than that – ever – you will
stay where you are. Understood?” Another pause that gives her enough time
to roam through her closet.
“Uhm, Scully…” She knows that
tone; he’s guilty. He’s done something stupid.
“Mulder, what?” Scully
doesn’t get an answer. Instead she hears a knock on her front door. She
startles and pads barefoot to answer. She looks through the peep hole even
though she knows. Of course she knows.
“Hi.” Mulder smiles
sheepishly, phone still in hand, his other arm in its sling at least.
“Mulder.” Is all she says;
she wants to be angry. She wants to yell at him, wants to strangle him even
maybe, but instead she drags him in by his good arm, closes the door and pushes
him against it. She’s on tiptoe and he still has to lower his head. Not that
she cares. Let him suffer some more, she thinks.
“Told you I could drive with one
arm.” He whispers against her lips and Scully doesn’t want to argue with
him and so she captures his lips with hers and seals their fate. She’s not
going to get any sleep any time soon that’s for certain.
Let me be upfront when I say that, as far as I know, there has only ever been one example of a character going Grimdark in Homestuck: Rose Lalonde. Jade’s brief time spent as Grimbark!Jade is not the same since her shift was caused by Her Imperious Condescension’s mind-control, not the Horrorterrors. The Horrorterrors are the key to becoming Grimdark, and as Rose displayed, they don’t control you; they invert your aspect.
Aspect inversion is a tricky subject. How the aspects invert is fairly simple - each aspect has an opposite, after all:
Breath - Blood
Light - Void
Time - Space
Life - Doom
Heart - Mind
Hope - Rage
But class inversion is harder to pin down. There is the Passive-Active dichotomy that Calliope discussed with Dirk (Prince is active while Bard is passive), but this is not an inversion. Inverting someone’s class would require finding the class that acts as its direct opposite. As such, I will be using @classpect-shet‘s Class Inversion Guide, which can be found here. The inversions of classes are as follows:
Heir - Mage
Seer - Witch
Knight - Rogue
Page - Thief
Maid - Bard
Sylph - Prince
For example, if I were to go Grimdark, I would go from being a Knight of Rage to a Rogue of Hope: one who distributes inspiration and positive emotions through inspiration and positive emotions. A Mage of Space would become an Heir of Time. Et cetera. When Rose went Grimdark and succumbed to the Horrorterrors, she became a Witch of Void: one who manipulates nothingness and ignorance through nothingness and ignorance. The meaning of her words were concealed to the point where no one could understand what she was trying to say. In other words, manipulating her secrets to make others ignorant. She managed to obfuscate the troll’s viewport of her and those who she was near, creating a Blackout. Vriska said as much when she tried contacting John after their encounter with Jack on the Battlefield when she advised him to get away from Rose so she could see him.
Unlike Trickster Mode - which is incredibly unlikely to occur even with a Cherub influence in their session - going Grimdark is a very real possibility for a session so long as players (probably Derse-dreamer) have a connection to the Horrorterrors. How one would turn it off is a matter of debate. Rose only returned to being a Seer of Light when she died, so there’s no way of knowing if it can even be stopped aside from death.
So yeah! Grimdark! I’m not sure how to end this, so I’ll just add a badass picture of Grimdark!Rose
Finally, he reached out and grabbed his cell phone, sliding it open and looking through his contacts for A. Lightwood.
Initially, Alec had been surprised at the spartan nature of the way he referred to his contacts: C. Loss, D. Rollins, R. Santiago. Not even Alec Lightwood, Magnus said at the time with a laugh, gets special treatment.
“I just need some time to myself,” Magnus muttered under his breath, going back to packing and throwing his phone on the table.
I love quotes. They’ve always been a huge part of my life and I
find such inspiration in the words of others. My mom put a quote on my
wall when I was young, “What is popular is not always right, what is
right is not always popular”. I didn’t really understand what it meant
when I was that age, but as I grew up a bit more I really understood and
it’s really stuck with me especially in this industry. Always be
yourself and don’t let anyone push you into something that’s not who you