baby blues, storage

ASKFHFKD THIS IDEA JUST CAME TO ME taylor . BUT OLIVE SHOULD TOTALLY BE CHICA'S GUARDIAN ANGEL BC I TOTALLY FORGOT SHE WAS AN ANGEL UNTIL JUST NOW??? AND LIKE, NEITHER OF THEM REALIZE THAT OLVE IS CHICAS GUARDIAN ANGEL

ahhh idk man its 3 in the morning i havent went to sleep yet forgive me lmaooo

gif icons for frisk

INFP-T

15% extraverted / 85% introverted

90% intuitive / 10% observant

10% thinking / 90% feeling

15% judging / 85% prospecting

30% assertive / 70% turbulent

ESTP-T

100% extraverted / 0% introverted

19% initiative / 81% observant

90% thinking / 10% feeling

0% judging / 100% prospecting

7% assertive / 93% turbulent

re-testing. "txt"

here for that mobile re-track

/pats sat

the phobiafam's surname has changed from 'trepidatio' to 'dreadful'

a quick reminder to find the notes / storage retaining to a phobia and what they are

[003] — [PERSONALITY][/size]

▪ POSITIVE TRAITS precocious, intelligent, productive, dedicated, self-assured, loyal, perfectionistic. willing to learn. affectionate.

▪ NEUTRAL TRAITS stubborn, hates being dismissed, defensive, idealistic

▪ NEGATIVE TRAITS ent, "arrogant", argumentative, judgemental, socially inept, bitter, overemotional. hates being criticised. struggles with expressing himself. somewhat damaged.

▪ PERSONALITY wip; will write later. include his aggressive defence of beliefs, his occasional idealism, his natural tendency to love, his desire to live up to people, etc. lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. etiam finibus hendrerit feugiat. suspendisse ornare luctus placerat. interdum et malesuada fames ac ante ipsum primis in faucibus. aliquam sit amet consectetur metus, in eleifend quam. nullam dignissim nibh sit amet ligula accumsan imperdiet. in lobortis sem eget vehicula gravida. nam eget nisi nibh. in a mi non augue egestas ullamcorper a id nisi. ut vitae quam pellentesque, fermentum neque non, aliquam tortor.

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▪ MENTAL DISORDERS none? i suppose. he requires anger management, but it's not extreme. much.

▪ MBTI CODE infp — "the mediator"

▪ ENNEAGRAM TYPE wip

▪ ALIGNMENT wip

▪ HOGWARTS HOUSE slytherin, though with some gryffindor traits.

▪ FEARS + PHOBIAS wip

▪ LIKES wip

▪ DISLIKES wip

▪ TRIGGERS wip

▪ HABITS makes a tutting sound ['tt, ttch'] often; huffs a lot; rolls his eyes.

▪ MENTAL HEALTH 61%

▪ EMOTIONAL HEALTH 50%

▪ MENTAL STRENGTH 81%

▪ EMOTIONAL STRENGTH 54%

[004] — [THIS OR THAT][/size]

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▪ PASSIVE OR AGGRESSIVE?

— he swings at you before you even manage to finish your statement, catching you in the side of the head and jerking your neck, sending you sprawling, and you wonder, briefly, how a kid so small managed to not only reach your face, but hit with such a force that you were swept off your feet. not a wilting flower, huh, kid? he bears his teeth in response, turning on his heel and marching off with an irritated snarl, and you take that as your answer. it's certainly an obvious one.

▪ CAUTIOUS OR CARELESS?

▪ LEFT OR RIGHT?

▪ BOLD OR SHY?

▪ LOGIC OR EMOTION?

▪ INTROVERTED OR EXTROVERTED?

— you wanna hang with us? you ask him one evening; it's been a busy day, you know, but you find that socialisation with the people you trust helps you relax, and you wonder if he's the same. through the window, he looks over at you, and his expression is almost murderous. almost. it's a good job he doesn't hate you like he hates the others. "i'd rather die,"he answers honestly, a deadpan statement that can't really be misinterpreted. you wince mockingly. right. sorry.

▪ OPTIMISTIC OR PESSIMISTIC?

▪ HEAD OR HEART?

▪ FAMILY OR FRIENDS?

▪ FEARED OR LOVED?

— he's so used to it, seeing people laugh at him, squint and mock him through their teeth, and he just stares back, curls his lip, and shows them why they shouldn't estimate a body so small. tiny he may be, but he's brimming with anger, and when it's finished, they're crawling, shaking, gasping, begging for mercy, scared out of their wits, and there's satisfaction in that, but it's not what he wants. late at night, patrol over, he slips back through his window, stares at sleeping figures and slips in beside them, not quite sleeping, but resting, somewhere safe. in the morning, he lets people brush by him, firm but gentle touches on his shoulders or forehead, wide smiles that let him know he's wanted. there's power in pain, but he thinks that love is better.

▪ MONEY OR FAME?

▪ BLIND OR DEAF?

— he relies on his hearing; god, it's been hours since he could last see. it's dark, dark everywhere he looks, but he isn't bothered, not now. there are footsteps behind him, quiet and hardly audible, but he hears, twists, blocks their blow, pushes their arm behind their body. they grunt, drop to one knee, and he pulls back, lips pressing into a bloody smirk. it doesn't matter that he can't see; he can hear enough for everything, clicking his tongue as if he can use echolocation to make up for blindness.

▪ GIVING OR RECEIVING?

▪ LOVING OR BEING LOVED?

▪ SEEING OR BELIEVING?

▪ HEAVEN OR HELL?

▪ EMOTIONAL OR PHYSICAL PAIN?

— he flinches away from the words, steels himself against them but still fails when they land over his shoulders like whiplashes, crumbling beneath the claims of failure and crawling out barely stronger, piecing himself back together with the promise that he won't let anyone break him again. two days later, his wrist shatters as he slips and falls, ribs bruising with the weight of the impact. there's a pause, and he waits for a half-second, but there are no words, no glares of disapproval, no soft sighs and dull tuts, so he hauls himself to his feet, shrugs off the pain as if it's nothing and tries again. this time, he makes it.

▪ PREDICTABLE OR SPONTANEOUS?

▪ BUSINESS OR CASUAL?

▪ TEST THE WATER OR DIVE IN?

▪ TRUTH OR DARE?

— you ever gonna pick truth? he makes that sound again, a low tut of disapproval, one that you've come to recognise as different from the other tuts, because it's— it's not fond, but it's not as patronising as the others. you take it as a sign of his friendship, whatever that is. "don't be an idiot. why would i want to put myself in a situation where you can force me to reveal secrets?" your response is predictable: i could always dare you to tell me a secret. he snorts. "you could also dare me to break your face." you laugh at him, eyes lighting up despite the threat, and you notice the way his lips curl smugly, but again, it's not cruel. it rarely is— not any more. you're thankful.

▪ BLACK OR WHITE?

▪ RED OR BLUE?

▪ SUMMER OR WINTER?

▪ MORNING OR NIGHT?

— the look he gives you when you push that question towards him, stating that you are a morning bird, personally, is almost enough to strike you dead. "is that even a question? you're asking me if i prefer the morning or the night? now?" you cringe; it is a pretty stupid thing to ask him at two in the morning, you under the covers and almost asleep, him upside-down on his desk and reading something or other. "ttch. moron."you'd laugh if you weren't so tired, but you manage a grin, half-hidden by the pillows, but he sees it. he rolls his eyes and keeps reading.

▪ SUNRISE OR SUNSET?

— he scoffs, turning a page and staring at the words at his fingertips. "sunset. it means the night's coming." he answers quietly, pressing the pad of his thumb against a canine tooth and letting that be his answer, as short as it is. it's poetic. it makes sense. you nod.

▪ RAIN OR SHINE?

▪ FIRE OR ICE?

▪ TOP OF THE WORLD OR BOTTOM OF THE SEA?

▪ SNAKES OR SPIDERS?

▪ FLOWERS OR TREES?

▪ CURSIVE OR PRINT?

▪ CITY OR COUNTRYSIDE?

▪ PEN OR PENCIL?

▪ BOOK OR MOVIE?

▪ READING OR WRITING?

▪ COMEDY OR HORROR?

▪ VANILLA OR CHOCOLATE?

▪ SALT OR PEPPER?

▪ FRUITS OR VEGETABLES?

▪ TEXT OR CALL?

▪ MUSIC OR PHOTOGRAPHY?

▪ CONSCIENTIOUSNESS

▪ AGREEABLENESS

▪ NEUROTICISM

▪ OPENNESS

▪ EXTROVERSION

▪ RESERVED OR OUTGOING?

▪ DOMINANT OR SUBMISSIVE?

▪ CARELESS OR SERIOUS?

▪ SENSITIVE OR TOUGH?

▪ TRUSTING OR SUSPICIOUS?

▪ RELAXED OR TENSE?

NAME frisk donatella kovic reaver (dreadful)

nicknames nene, nep, neppy, pen, penny, etc

GENDER nonbinary

pronouns they, them

SPECIES cat

AGE 3 months old

birthday february 21st ( pisces )

SEXUALITY asexual

romantic orientation aromantic

preference none (status: single pringle)

BREED manx

BUILD stubby limbs, little frame, kittten-chub tummy

perks agile, fast on their feet

cons can't take a hit at all, can't lift very heavy objects, little to no force behind their blows

APPEARANCE tba

ACCESSORIES tba

DETAILS tba

PERSONALITY tba

mbti info ( turbulent )

enneagram tba

hogwarts house hufflepuff ( gryffindor )

faction abnegation ( amity )

moral alignment neutral good ( true neutral )

TREPIDATIO / DREADFUL FAMILY GUIDE

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