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"The INFP Archetypes"

What makes INFPs different from each other? Well there are many factors. Obviously not all INFPs are the same, and other parts of typology like enneagram, ivs, and socionics do affect this. Some INFPs are also more in tune with their weaker functions (Si and Te) than others. Like the other types, INFPs also have different "archetypes" that are often seen as "general representations" of them. Obviously because mbti is so nuanced and complex, don't fret if you don't identify with any of these! They're very simplified, so not relating doesn’t mean you're not an INFP!

So now let's get into some of the most notable archetypes

1. The Dreamer

The most notable INFP archetype, one could call it "the INFP poster child." The dreamer is a pure, innocent, curious, sensitive, and idealistic INFP. The dreamer looks at the world with wide, starry-eyes, and wears their heart on their sleeve. Usually the dreamer is also very romantic poetic, and/or artistic, and they have a wild imagination. The dreamer sees the good in everyone and might often merge with/be present in tropes like the manic pixie dream girl, or the soft boy. They have a tendency to be portrayed as mysterious or misunderstood.

Examples of the dreamer: Belle (Beauty & the Beast), Aurora (Sleeping Beauty), Amelie, Juliet (Romeo & Juliet), Anne Shirley (Anne of Green Gables), and Celine (Before Trilogy)

2. The Mediator

The mediator shares the same traits as the dreamer (pure, sensitive, kind-hearted, etc.) but plays a different role in the story. Typically the dreamers are protagonists, while mediators usually have secondary roles. The mediator often acts as a voice of reason, to keep the protagonist in touch with their humanity or to just listen whenever someone needs to let it all out. The mediator is typically very quirky and non-conformist. The mediator is empathetic and usually soften-spoken, but they're not afraid to stand up for others or what they believe in.

Examples of the mediator: Silvermist (Tinkerbell), Mantis (MCU), Luna Lovegood (Harry Potter), Ami Mizuno/Sailor Mercury (Sailor Moon), and Lucy Pevensie (Narnia)

3. The Seeker

The seeker, once again, shares the same traits as the other two but has an emphasis on curiosity and imagination. The seeker is not afraid to ponder life's deeper, more complex questions.

As said by @dragonflymage, the seeker often asks themselves questions like

Why do I exist?

Who am I really inside?

How do I fit?

Where do I belong?

They also go on to add this explanation: "A seeker, continuously looking for answers that we never may find, but that we must keep searching for anyway. "

(If you wanna read more from her post I've reblogged it on my page) While they search for these answers, the seeker oftentimes will go on a "hero's journey" in hopes of finding the answer along their quest

Examples of the seeker: Merlin (BBC), Newt Scamander (Fantastic Beasts/HP), Luke Skywalker (Star Wars), Edward Scissorhands, and Frodo (LOTR)

4. The Emotional Villain

As you can see this one is a complete 180 compared to the other three lol. This pattern doesn't exactly have a name, so I just made one up.

Pretty much all INFP villains I've seen are driven by their emotions. Afterall, Fi is our dominant function. The emotional villain is driven by personal reasons and experiences, they're not just evil for the sake of being evil. Typically the emotional villain is very moody, disturbed, and/or unstable. They are usually the direct opposite of their other INFP counterparts: they are selfish, ruthless, and blood-hungry.

Examples of the emotional villain: Wanda Maximoff (MCU), Joker (2019 ver), and Kylo Ren (Star Wars).

5. The Angsty Teen

Another really common portrayal of INFPs in media is the angsty teen. This archetype is pretty self explanatory, an angsty hormonal teenager. The angsty teen often struggles with social anxiety, and/other another mental illness. They also might have trust issues, be really moody, or hurting from unrequited love or some other trauma. The angsty teen often copes through artistic means, like poetry or painting.

I feel the feelings on this archetype are very divided. While a lot of people don't like having that image as a representation of their type, some argue that it's a realistic portrayal of the darker side of being an INFP. I personally feel like the angsty teen represents my inner conflicts, while the dreamer, mediator, and seeker represent my outward behavior most of the time. What are your thoughts?

Examples of the angsty teen: Shinji Ikari (Evangelion), Will Byers (Stranger Things), Cassie Ainsworth (Skins), Kou Mabuchi (Blue Spring Ride), Violet Parr (The Incredibles), Nico di Angelo (Percy Jackson), Charlie Kelmeckis (The Perks of Being a Wallflower), Elio Perlman (Call Me By Your Name), Todd Anderson (Dead Poets Society), Fischl (Genshin Impact), Lydia Deetz (Beetlejuice) and Cry Baby (K-12)

There's plenty more archetypes but I thought I'd just focus on these 5. Also remember that these archetypes don't represent all INFPs as a whole, they’re just like "INFPs in a nutshell."

What are your thoughts? Which archetypes do you relate to? Which one's your favorite? Which one's your least favorite?

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witchthewriter · 1 month

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I feel like this is gonna be a really weird request. But if you’ve seen zootopia, would you be okay doing a character profile [birth chart, mbti] for Nick Wilde?

Not weird at all! It was really interesting to do this one. Happy to do most characters ✧ ₊・🦊・₊✧

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞: 𝑁𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝑊𝑖𝑙𝑑𝑒

𝐌𝐁𝐓𝐈

𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑷 | 𝑇𝘩𝑒 𝐷𝑒𝑏𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑟

Nick loves a mental sparring session with someone who can challenge him. ENTPs enjoy playing devil’s advocate, partly because it allows them to showcase their quick wit and partly because it helps them to clarify their thoughts. We can see throughout the movie that Nick obviously loves rocking the boat; but he always has a life jacket.

𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑵𝒆𝒖𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒍 𝒕𝒐 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑮𝒐𝒐𝒅

(Taking into account that the movie is aimed at children). Nick was Chaotic Neutral; not caring about the law (obviously) or about anyone but himself. Until Judy comes along. She has a direct influence on him; character development. And he changes into Chaotic Good.

𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐓 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐃

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑷𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝑺𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔

Upright: New ideas, curiosity, thirst for knowledge, new ways of communicating Reversed: Self-expression, all talk and no action, haphazard action, haste

This card is often associated with curiosity, intellectual agility, and a mischievous streak. It can represent someone who enjoys stirring up intellectual debates or challenging others with their wit and cleverness.

𝐒𝐔𝐍

𝑺𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒑𝒊𝒐

Scorpio's mysterious nature and ability to perceive things that others pass by unnoticed can be both captivating and intimidating, leaving others both curious and intimidated by the possibility of learning more about the hidden facets of their personality. That's why I think Nick is a Scorpio Sun; seems to know more about others without them saying anything. He's very perceptive, intuitive, observant, insightful and obviously clever.

𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍

𝑳𝒆𝒐

He feels safe in moments when he can impress others and get praise and admiration. Many Leo Moons' have a desire for money and social status, and have a strong ability to get it. They also have a talent for drama and creative activities.

𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆/𝐀𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐓

𝑮𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒊

Gemini is linked to the winged messenger, Hermes, aka the Greek god of wealth, luck, language, and travel—so Gemini Risings tend to be strong linguists who just have a way with words. For that reason, they’re often seen as tricky or clever. They eventually become masters of communication, learning exactly the right words to use and judging when to speak up and when not to speak up.

𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐘

𝑨𝒒𝒖𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒖𝒔

I think what's overlooked is Nick's forward-thinking and interests. His character can be very compressed and put down to 'sly, quick and unrealiable.' But when he feels comfortable and safe, we see that he has a lot of creative and innovative ideas. He enjoys exploring possibilities beyond the conventional.

𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐔𝐒

𝑨𝒒𝒖𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒖𝒔

Aquarius Venus individuals value intellectual connections and are attracted to partners who stimulate their mind. They appreciate independent thinking and enjoy engaging in intellectual discussions and debates. That's exactly how I see Nick; needing to have a partner that can keep up with banter and bickering, but also intellectual conversations about the world around them.

𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐒

𝑺𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒖𝒔

Mars in Sagittarius individuals have a strong sense of adventure and a desire for freedom. They are enthusiastic, optimistic, and have a broad perspective. They possess a pioneering spirit and enjoy taking risks.

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u-n-lucky-being · 6 months

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𝔐𝔲𝔡𝔡𝔩𝔢𝔡 𝔅𝔦𝔫𝔡𝔰

Part 4: 𝔚𝔥𝔬 𝔴𝔢 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔟𝔢

INFJ x ENTP

Tags: f!INFJ, m!ENTP, ft. m!ENTJ, ENTJ is an asshole in this one (sorry to all my ENTJ who are not machiavellian tyrants <3 love you all), lovers to enemies (kinda), kingdom setting, there’s an insurgence, kind of historical fiction (…I think? I’m not sure how this genre is called), angst, mentions of torture, threats of murder, mentions of murder, mentions of violence, blood, wounded character, mentions of war, curse words are used, I’m bad at tagging, hurt/comfort (I think?), fluff (I hope), I don’t know what else to add, please tell me if I should add anything else.

Word count: 3.5K

Summary: There wasn't a sole point where both of them started changing each other, but there was a day where decisions were taken.

(Part 1: 𝔚𝔥𝔬 ℑ 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔟𝔢)

(Part 2: 𝔚𝔥𝔞𝔱 ℑ 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔲𝔰 𝔱𝔬 𝔟𝔢)

(Part 3: 𝔚𝔥𝔬 𝔴𝔢 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔟𝔢)

A/N: I swear I rewrote a very specific part of this one like twelve times. I really really hope it came out decent. Anyways, enjoy, this one has a bit of fluff. Advice and constructive criticism are greatly appreciated.

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“Why did you suddenly change your mind?”

Silence filled the room. He watched her as she pressed her lips and looked to the side; he knew the answer before it came out of her mouth. “Direct orders-”

"-from the base; Of course." He sneered, “As long as it is not their life on the line—”

She took a step towards him and extended her hand, “Just give me the letter, ENTP. I’ have no time for this. I'm serious.”

He bit the insides of his cheek and shook his head. “No. You are wounded and need rest. I’m not giving it to you to run across the town just to reopen the stitches I made.”

She was about to open her mouth, but he beat her to it.

“Also, you are still within the castle’s territory. If someone sees you, they will know that the letter to ESTJ was a lie. Are you going to risk it?”

She ran a hand through her face, “ENTP-”

He started to turn around, “Eat. Drink water and rest. I’m going-” something suddenly stopped him.

Now it was her the one holding his wrist. “Give me the letter.”

He ignored her.

For someone with a wound as hers she moved too quickly. In a blink she planted herself in front of the entrance, blocking the door. “INFJ, please move.”

“No.”

“Move.”

“No until we talk.”

“We are talking, aren’t we?” He responded sarcastically.

“I need the letter.” She answered with an almost pleading tone.

“You need to rest.” He returned. “You went like an idiot and put everything at risk for the goddamned thing. Least you could do is to stop jeopardizing everything else for it.”

INFJ inhaled sharply, yet she recomposed herself quickly. “Look I know, ENTP. I know.. I know this kind of life is dangerous-” She started “and I know I’m putting you at risk with this— that’s why I didn’t want to bring you in the start-”

Her words had felt like a slap to the face. “Do you really think it’s me that one I’m worried about?” Seriously? Did she really believed that? He took a step closer towards her, eyes locked on hers. “Look at yourself. Do you really think I’m scared for my life?”

Something shifted in the way INFJ was looking at him at his words, though he couldn’t exactly put a finger on what. She took two steps back. “ENTP, this is my job.” She finally said as if that should answer something for him.

He scoffed. “Those bastards send you, over and over, with another mission that will most likely kill you, while most of them stay in the base? All safe?” He spat. “They all left you all the dirty work, didn’t they?”

She sighed “We have different-”

He interrupted her before she could try to excuse them. “What about the day it eventually kills you? What then?” INFJ didn’t answer, she just looked away. “They don’t care. They are basically killing you themselves.” Her eyes were out of his reach, but he knew his words had landed.

Through the time they spent together he learned something about her that he wasn’t even sure if she knew herself. She was lonely. Worse than that, she had fully embraced the idea of dying for this cause- for her people, and the few ones that knew just stood to the side and let her. Originally, he had meant to exploit that weakness. But, now? Knowing what he did made him want to burn all that precious south-east base of hers himself.

He wanted to shout at her to run away from it all. She was worth more than a fucking letter— worth more than the fucking information in it. She was worth more than an ‘if,’ than the ‘maybe’s’ that her leaders kept risking her for. Cause what if they failed? She would have given it all for what? She was better far from it all. Far from the insurgence, from the castle, from ENTJ— and from him. She had to leave it all behind; and he knew it would also mean leaving him behind. It hurt, but reallistically, the second the truth came out she would leave him either way. And even if she by some miracle didn't- he was still ENTJ right hand. Being tied to him, her being who she was, was the same as being tied to a rock and being thrown on a river. So as much as it hurt, he needed to convince her to leave it all. It was the only way to keep her safe.

However he couldn't deny that the time he still had left- well, he tried to make the most out of it. He didn't know when their time would run out, but till then, he could pretend he could allow himself to love her. And maybe she could love him back.

So it hurt him, and he knew it hurt her, but at the moment he wanted her to listen; he wanted her to face the reality of her situation. “You are just a tool for them.”

He saw her pressing her lips, right before eyes cold as ice stared back at him “And I’m fine with that.”

He felt as if someone twisted a knife in his chest. “You are unbelievable.” Venom tainted his voice as he answered. “Are you aware that there will be a moment where this will end you?”

She answered solemnly “If it’s for the greater good, who cares about one death?”

The emotions he had been repressing for too long all came pouring the second she finished that sentence. With what she implied with it.

“I care!” Something might have echoed in his brain telling him to shut up before he complicated things more for both, but he couldn’t bear it. He needed her to hear him. “I care. I care about you. I care what happens to you! I am the one who almost saw you die! I had to wash your blood from my hands! If those motherfuckers in your goddamn base can’t relate, I do not give two shits!" Anger flowed through him the more he thought about it. "And still you- caring more about a fucking letter than your own life! Well, fuck it! I care!”

He waited for a response from her part, yet he didn't know exactly what kind of response.

She shook her head. It was a slight gesture, almost imperceptible, but he saw her shaking her head ‘no.’

It would be hilarious if it wasn’t so tragic. Both feared that if they didn’t push the other away, they might cause them harm; the only difference is that between the two he was the one who knew better.

“Don’t say stuff like that.” INFJ finally said.

Despite knowing better, he couldn’t remain silent. He could lie about many things, but not this. “I’m sorry if you don’t want to hear it, but it is the truth.”

“You will regret it.” she said, barely above a whisper, as if fearing the words coming out of her own mouth. “You said it before. I’m a tool for the insurgents, and there’s only one way that’s going to end for me and its six feet underground.” She smiled, but the expression was not a happy one; it was filled with sorrow. “Yet I won’t leave. I can’t leave ENTP. This is where I’m supposed to be.”

Stubborn. Stubborn and stupid, that’s what she was.

However, he knew; even when he wanted to convince himself otherwise, he knew that insisting on it wouldn’t change her mind. He had to find a different way. He would.

She took in his silence and added. “There’s no happy ending for me.”

“Well," He answered the only response he could think of." I might be a sucker for tragedies.”

He wouldn’t give her up, not even if the ending might hurt.

She smiled at him, but she looked almost devastated. He was sure she returned his feelings; he had confirmed it that day in the library. But whatever her mind was spinning around kept her heart at bay. He wanted to tell her to stop; to stop whatever direction her mind was stuck in, to stop thinking about the rest of the world, to stop looking at the big picture for a moment. He wanted to tell her to just be there, with him, for a second. To think for a moment of a different life. She had done enough for the insurgents; she could run away right now, live a peaceful life, and he was sure she would still have done more than the vast majority of all the rebels.

But how do you tell someone to break and reshape the way their mind was built to think?

ENTP got closer to her and leaned slightly in to look her better in the eyes. To his surprise she closed her eyes and laid her forehead on his. His hands found their way towards the back of her neck, and her own hands reached back towards his as a response, gently tickling him in the process. He closed her eyes as well and breathed her scent in. This was comforting, somehow. He wasn’t sure what they had become of each other, and he knew she wouldn’t have answer either. This was more than a partnership— even within all the lies and secrets in between; they cared for each other, and in a terrifying realization he understood that they cared for each other more than they cared for their goals.

He was willing to destroy everything he had built alongside ENTJ for her.

And he knew, somehow, that he had become her biggest weakness. The crack in the wall of her perfect fortress— the one who might convince her to forget all of this. All of what she had built herself to be.

That’s why she wanted him at a distance. That’s why he terrified her.

It only made the pain of his lies hurt more. When he started this, that had been exactly what he wanted. But now that he was sure he had a piece of her heart in his hands, he kind of wished she had never given it to him.

She sliced his hands from his neck to his shoulder and breathed in, eyes still closed, as if trying to get more of that feeling of closeness; that comfort. Maybe that’s what they were; each other’s comfort. From the world, from the threads pushing and holding them back. In an almost ironic kind of way she had become the one person he was the most honest with. He didn't have to guard himself around her, he could just be. ENTP wasn't sure how— just that it was.

He felt her pull back a little, and ENTP tried to ignore his body's collective complaints. He slowly opened his eyes, only to find INFJ staring right at him.

She looked troubled; and she also looked yearning.

He then noticed how her gaze had fallen into his lips, and he had to stop himself from giving in to the urge to lick them. This reminded him too much of that day in the library. It would be a lie to tell that his feelings had started that day; however, it was that day where they became undeniable. When he first realized how much he actually wanted to hold her, to kiss her, to be closer. Not to manipulate her nor seduce her— simply, he wanted to.

He gulped. Staring at her lips as well for a second, and he wondered what she could read in his eyes right now. His heart was racing, and he unconsciously had pulled her closer again. He could feel the tension in her neck, and when his eyes returned to hers, he could also see the debate going on inside.

He had his own debate going on. This would complicate things; this would put both of them in greater danger. But the truth was that both were already too deep in each other. It didn’t matter if he kissed her right now or if they never even touched each other again; the feelings were already there. So, who cared if this happened?

Maybe he was just not thinking straight.

ENTP leaned in and closed his eyes. He left a tiny bit of space between their lips, enough for her to back away if she decided to do so, but also enough close for her to know he had taken his decision.

Shivers ran through his spine as she felt her breath on his lips. “This is a bad idea.” She whispered.

ENTP whispered back “I know.”

He waited a few seconds, half expecting her to pull back.

With his eyes still closed, nothing gave him a warning till her lips were already on his. He has had his share of kisses throughout his life; this was different.

It was soft and slow; almost painfully so. He wouldn’t lie— he was holding back. He was holding back so much. She was injured, after all. However, she was not making it easy for him, as she pulled him to deepen the kiss. It was that it felt better than everything he had ever felt; even the torturous pace that was driving him crazy. It felt too good. It felt right. Maybe slow, maybe soft, but it was deep. Deep in emotions. Deep in sensations. Everything felt like too much, while still not being enough. Her hands moved back to the back of his neck, and his traveled to her waist. He was pulling her just as much as she was pulling him, as if both of them were trying to get even closer; as if that was humanly possible.

They both were hardly breathing. All his senses were awake, yet it felt like they could only react to her now; if the castle was crumbling around them, he did not know or care.

He hadn’t even realized they had been moving till he felt her back hit the door. He pulled away quickly, scared of her injury reopening. Her eyes fluterred open as his hands left her waist and he pressed them into the door instead; their chest remained touching.

Both were trying to recover their breath from what had just happened. He could feel her heartbeat as much as he was sure she could feel his. He laid his forehead back on hers.

It couldn’t have been more than a minute, but it felt like it could have lasted hours. Still, he secretly wished it had lasted longer. Their gaze met, and for a second, he was worried about finding regret in her eyes, but there was none of that. Just his own emotions reflected right back at him. The moment he pulled back was almost painful, but both of them knew better than to allow this to go too far. Or maybe they were already too far but were trying to gain a sense of control back.

He backed a few steps, and she cleared her throat. It seemed like INFJ wanted to say something, but words just wouldn’t come out.

The stupid half of his brain smirked, yet the reality soon caught up.

“I’m not leaving you.” He found himself saying before he could realize. “Even if you don’t leave. I’m staying.”

The subtle blush she had from the kiss intensified slightly and she smiled softly, yet she could not hide the worry behind her eyes. “Alright.” She answered, yet he could have sworn he heard the unspoken words ‘I hope you’ll change your mind sooner than later.’

A couple hours later he found himself checking INFJ’s stitches and changing the bandages when a question that had been haunting him left his lips. “Why do you refuse to leave?” ENTP didn’t look her in the eye. Sure, they had already been close like this, but the kiss had made things-- confusing. “The insurgents. I mean- you have nothing to gain from this.”

He had figured that the best way to know was to ask her directly. During their months working together they had talked about a lot of things, yet she always managed to keep certain topics out of reach; much like him. This one being one of them.

Any of the options that had popped in his head as a possible explanation just didn’t make sense. She didn’t have a family, she wasn’t close to pretty much anyone, there were no ties to fight for; even if she stayed within the country, she could have even become an actual governess, and live a comfortable life without trouble.

So why?

INFJ was sitted on what at this point became their improvised medical table, her borrowed shirt half lifted for him to have access to her injured side. He had brought some more stuff for her to remain there hidden for the day, and at night they would go to another of her safe hideouts, one that was further from the castle and was a decent place for her to rest. He, by some miracle, also managed to convince her to let him deliver the stolen letter to the insurgents, so two letters found themselves in his pockets.

The original would be returned to ENTJ, and hopefully that would calm him enough for him to forget about decapitating the spy as soon as possible.

The fake copy would be delivered to the insurgent leader of the south-base, containing no relevant information. Not that they would know about that last part.

She thought about his question for some seconds, “When the first rebellion happened, ENTJ did something that stuck with me and will always stay with me. He gave people hope.” ENTP did not expect that answer. Before he could question it, she continued, “It sounds funny now, but it is true. How many years- decades even, had our people lived without any expectation nor hope for change? The royalty and nobility were corrupt, but that’s how it had always been; most of us had to fend for ourselves or die of hunger, but that’s how it always was. There was nothing to do about it, right?”

He finally decided to look into her eyes, but he found them staring far away, far past these four walls, lost somewhere he couldn’t reach. “But then came this man— this crazy lunatic man— telling people things didn’t have to be that way. Yes, he had an army by his side— I mean, you were a part of it. You would know it better than me, after all.” She noted. “But this one man was who gathered them all. He fought against what was wrong, what had been wrong for so long. Many still thought he wouldn’t change a thing; that he would be a memorable martyr they would remember with melancholy.” Some unexplainable emotion tainted her words as she finished. “And then he did it; he changed things.”

His always present impulse to argue intervened. “For the worse, some may argue.” He might be on ENTJ side, but he could still listen to what most people believed; and they all believed ENTJ to be a dick.

A joyless laugh escaped her. “Yes, for the worse.” She agreed. “But he gave a gift to people, whether or not on purpose. He proved that things could change. He gave them hope.”

He pulled the rest of her shirt down and straightened himself. “I don’t get it.”

She licked her lips, thinking, yet the action distracted him from the conversation for a second.

“One person.” INFJ said. “One person can change things.”

He leaned in on the table, closing the space between them. “Only if they have the means to do it.” Like an already high position within the nobles and military, like ENTJ.

She smiled; playful eyes insistent on not giving in. “You find the means. And, well- you have to leave the rest to hope.”

He snickered, “So stubbornness and good luck, is it?”

INFJ shrugged, “What’s the other option? Think of yourself as helpless and hopeless?” She shifted her attention to a loose thread on her shirt-- or well, his shirt that she borrowed. “I’m sure you know about it. What else you would join the first rebellion, and now the insurgence?”

Her words hit him like a bucket of cold water.

“You also wanted for things to change, right?” Before he could attempt to, she answered herself, “So you went and did something about it. One cannot leave things and just wait for them to change; you must be the one working towards the future you want.”

His eyebrows furrowed, “What-” he thought about it for a moment, “What if you want them to go one way, and they go another? If you work hard for something and the result is still disappointing?”

ENTP couldn’t lie to himself. The first rebellion did not have any of the expected results. He thought that with time things would become better. But for how long had he been waiting now?

She frowned and got lost in thought for a moment, “I guess that then the only thing that’s left is to try to fix it, in whatever measurement you can.”

“And if it is unfixable?” he countered.

“The past is unfixable. But the future?” Her determined smile returned, “That’s ours.”

He pressed his lips, the tentation of meeting hers with them being a little too much. Yet the words stuck in his mind. Once again he found himself puzzled by her; claiming to own the future— only to then declare she was bound to meeting tragedy.

That day ENTP delivered two letters.

One of them went into the hands of the insurgents.

Its fake copy was burnt the minute he delivered it to ENTJ hands.

He had also taken two decisions.

One: he would start fixing things, as best as he could.

Two: If the future was really theirs, he would find a way out. He would convince INFJ that she could be more than a tragedy waiting to happen.

Cause she was right about something, the past they could not change but for the future?

Possibilities were endless.

And ENTP would find a way where there was none.

ENTP opened the cell’s gate, and a similar image to last time greeted him. The difference being that her eyes were opened this time, staring at him from the second he walked inside. She didn’t even flinch as he went near her.

He wasn’t sure what to say— what the fuck could he even say in a situation like this?

It was her who broke the silence, “Hi.”

Perplexed, but still unsure how to act he responded back, “Hi.”

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Part 1: 𝔚𝔥𝔬 ℑ 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔟𝔢

Part 2: 𝔚𝔥𝔞𝔱 ℑ 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔲𝔰 𝔱𝔬 𝔟𝔢

Part 3: 𝔚𝔥𝔬 𝔴𝔢 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔟𝔢

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OMG I ACCIDENTALLY DELETED ONE ASK QUESTIONING ABOUT THE RO'S MBTI TYPE, IM SORRY FOR THAT- hope you don't mind me answering it like this, anyoymous sir/madam 😅

RO'S MBTI TYPE

Twenty : INTJ, The Architect

Nikita : ENTP, The Debater

Victor/Vanessa : ISFJ, The Defender

Emir/Evara : INTJ, The Architect

Leo : ENTJ, The Commander

Caesar : ISTJ, The Logistician

Gael/Gwendolyn : ENTJ, The Commander

#interactive fiction #if game #current wip #road to heaven if #asks #interactive game #ro's #mbti types

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onyanjune · 4 months

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the bestie annual tea session:

my profound knowledge of yanderes finally came in handy.

#yandere #thank you yandereromanticaa #i even used the #yandere mbti #AHAHAHAH #me: my time has come #them: we’re proud of you?#but anywhoo toxic men irl are DISGUSTING #friendly reminder to my fellow dark content enjoyers #to separate fiction and reality

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the-lights-are-loud · 2 months

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Apparently, INFPs and INFJs tend to be a fictional romantic pairing.

For Example:

Peter Parker and Gwen Stacy

Buttercup and Wesley

Wanda Maximov and Vision

Adrien Agreste and Marinette Dupain-Chang

However, my INFJ is my child

@mylitlekitten

#mbti personality types #mbti personalities #INFP #INFJ #fictional couples

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Alice in Borderland: Shuntarō Chishiya (INTJ 5w4 549 sx/sp)

MBTI

Dominant Ni

His Ni is apparent many times in the manga. He chose to stay in one spot during the tag game to observe his enemies first (Ni prefering prediction over Se action). His dominant Ni is also very apparent when he set Arisu up. When he saw Aguni's confusion when he opened the black envelope he concluded that the content of the envelope is most likely empty. After setting Arisu up, he picked information again when Aguni looked into one spot because he felt uneasy that Arisu tried to break the fake safe, hence he was looking at the location of the real safe. He used his Ni briefly in blackjack too, guessing that one of the players is a magician because of how he looks.

He used his Ni a lot during the Beauty Contest game. He thought that the success rate for the King (Kuzuruyu) and tried to infer the meaning behind it and considered the success rate to be fair. He knows that Kuzuruyu is a lawyer, that the game venue is a court with gigantic scales as the decoration. He also mentioned that the value of all life is equal is the ideals of a lawyer. As the game progressed, all of the players' choice are nearing the number zero, which is an equilibrium (there will be no exchange of points cause rationally everyone will choose zero in the end), which is in line with Kuzuruyu's ideals. He then understood what Kuzuruyu is trying to weigh (he is trying to find the meaning behind the game). After implementing his strategy for the game he saw Kuzuruyu keeping up with his new strategy which means that he already predicted that this could happen and he concluded that Kuzuruyu is trying to weigh the value of life from the game. Then as they conversed more he found that Kuzuruyu is unable to choose the worth of a life and he inferred that he became the citizen to let the game decide the worth for him and hoped that he'll eventually become numb to it (before that he asked Kuzuruyu if he kept participating in these games and becomes the citizen himself and losing his human emotions would it increase the pain and Kuzuruyu said it's possible).

He also kept his eye on Daimon and inferred that she is a frank person because she kept asking things that she doesn't know to other people. Because of her personality he predicted that she would choose a random number. He narrowed down her number of choice and associated some of the numbers that he eliminated with the numbers that are usually seen a lot in daily life (64 with a ding from a video game console commercial and so on).

Auxiliary Te

He used his Te too in the tag game. He chose a spot where he can observe everything from above and he thought that it doesn't make sense to wander around when you don't know where the it will emerge with limited visibility in the apartment. He also used Arisu to bait the real safe from Aguni (knowing that Hatter is a cautious person, so the safe must be hidden) when the militants are celebrating his coronation as the King of the beach (finding the safe without bait during an opportunity like this wouldn't be as effective and could get you caught or you wouldn't find the safe at all when they're going back).

He also used his Te in the blackjack game. He knows that if he knows how many cards are left then he will know which cards are left since all of the decks are the same, then he categorised which cards are advantageous to the players and which ones are advantageous to the dealers and counted the ratio of the said cards from the deck and from this formula he can decide how much he should bet. During the last few rounds of blackjack he knows that the old lady despised one of the players, a trick master, because it reminded her of her husband (that player has used his gun to kill another player, so he can't use his gun again), so he cheated again to trigger the game system to allow the lady to use the gun and of course that lady killed the trick master.

During the Beauty Contest game he decided to break the equilibrium by choosing the number 100, knowing that Daimon is a frank person and because of his choice Daimon won the round and repaid him by choosing 100 in the next round.

Tertiary Fi

He sometimes evaluates his personal values like in the tag game when he said that as long as he survives, he doesn't care how many people will die and he reflected on this value, whether or not it's human to have that mindset. He also justified his wrongdoing after he set Arisu up by saying that there isn't anything that someone shouldn't do in order to survive.

When Daimon died during the Beauty Contest he said that her sacrifice is not worth the exchange of his own life and he realized that his emptiness is there even before the Borderlands. During the last round of the Beauty Contest, he said to Kuzuruyu that equality is impossible since there will always be one side that will be sacrificed to reach "equality" or to implement "justice" (black and white Fi judgment due to auxiliary Te). After figuring out Kuzuruyu's personal values, he played with it, forcing him to make a choice with his value and slightly mocking him that if he doesn't like to make decisions (since Kuzuruyu can't decide the worth of a life), he can just kill him off since the rules of the game is impartial. After Kuzuruyu died he realized that he thought Kuzuruyu as an interesting person because he envied his interest in life, which he doesn't have.

After he was shot, he told Arisu that he used to view the human beings as stupid beings. He said that he despised the sincere ones, he berated people who put in their effort, hurt a lot of people, and shunned a lot of people who have good will and intentions. He realised that he was probably jealous cause those are the things that he doesn't have. He felt like he has no purpose and his mere existence is just to show how empty a human can be and deep down he just wanted to be understood. After he went back to the real world he decided to live an honest life.

Inferior Se

His Se inferior showed up during the tag game because he prefers to know the prediction first instead of acting in the now. He also used the things around him during the Witch Hunt to make a flamethrower.

Shadow Functions

Opposing Ne

During the game of Tag when he saw Karube suggesting the players to work together he doubted that his idea will work out easily. He considered the possibilities of the other players risking themselves to go to the walkways to find the base, risking themselves to reveal their locations to the it, and risking themselves to trust the intel from another player. His assumptions are later proved to be wrong cause Usagi risked herself to work together with everyone else.

Critical Parent Ti

During the Beauty Contest game he quietly criticized the old man for using his own logical deduction, using his own intelligence as his basis and he thought that if he kept doing that he won't win the game and won't understand the workings of an "idiot". He also called out Kuzuruyu's obsession with equality is illogical since he is the one who is trying to assign superiority or inferiority to human lives by creating the game.

Trickster Fe

During the Witch Hunt he said to Mira that he never wanted to understand the hearts of others. During the battle royale he said to Arisu that he despised sincere people and he couldn't help but to shun people's good will and intentions.

Demon Si

No data.

Enneagram

5w4 549 sx/sp

*this includes my own interpretation of his character

As you can see in the manga he values information and deem it important. He keeps collecting things after the games too. Since 5s are afraid of being deprived of their resources, he told Karube that his information is not for free.

As you can see in the manga him being neglected by his parents form his 5 core. As the result of the neglect he becomes empty and apathetic (one of 5 traits). He was never taught how to love and he has to conquer the world on his own since he was a kid and depended on himself, making himself competent (hence the 5 fear of being incompetent, making them hoard a lot of information and knowledge for themselves). His 4 wing makes him envy what people have that he doesn't have. He threw a letter of a father who wanted to redeem himself because he envied him as he doesn't have a father who really cared for him. As 5w4 he is jealous of other people who are seemingly not empty and have a purpose. Because of his emptiness he feels that he has no purpose, that life is meaningless. The result of his jealousy is his antagonistic behavior to people. He tried to fulfill that emptiness with some random knowledge (you can see that when he quotes some random knowledge about utopia or monalisa in the manga) and pursued medicine to see if he could care about life. As 5w4 he felt that he came to the world being neglected and not being accepted as who he is by his parents and he assumed that they had him just to look normal and just to be a good hospital director. Since the void of his 5 is endless, he might view that to give is to deprive himself, so he becomes selfish.

Even though he has no interest in the concept of life, his 4 wing makes him intrigued to find what's missing in himself, his sense of purpose and he just want people to understand him and to see him as who he is.

From the explanation above you can conclude that he has 5 and 4 in his tritype. His gut type is a 9 since he doesn't provoke people that much and tried to be peaceful even though he is frustrated. Because his 4 his higher in the tritype stack than his 9, he doesn't really mind to tell how stupid people are.

His Sx instinctual variant makes him want to find a person that he finds to be interesting in Borderland (that's like his sole purpose there) and he finally met Kuzuruyu. His Sp second makes him consider his own survival, but not at the expense of his Sx since he is willing to take risks to find that one-on-one connection and turns out what makes Kuzuruyu interesting to him is him being the opposite of himself, valuing life even when his life is the cost.

#alice in borderland #shuntaro chishiya #chishiya #cheshire #cheshire cat #mbti #intj #5w4 #type 5 #sx/sp #fictional-intj

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This is obviously a very controversial topic, as it always is with typing a fictional character, but being an INFJ myself and a big fan of the Bat, I liked how the two could be linked together. If you don't agree with this typing is okay, I don't really care and neither should you. I'm just posting because I liked it!!

Forgot who I got the text from, or I'd tag them, but I think it came from reddit.

Batman is an INFJ. He’s often confused for an INTJ, but those that believe that either don’t understand INFJs or they don’t understand Batman. Granted there is overlap between INTJs and INFJs, so the confusion is understandable. Also, one must take into consideration the inconsistencies in the depiction of the character throughout his long history. Nonetheless, a well-written Batman is one that has a lot of feelings. INFJ males are the rarest combination in the world. It makes sense; Batman truly is one of a kind. INFJs feel deeper than other personality types. They don’t heal well. Think about how many superheros have lost their parents. Superman. Barry Allen. The list goes on and on. None react to those deaths the way that Batman reacted to his parents dying. It destroyed him. He never got over it. He felt that pain so deeply in a way that only an INFJ would understand. Batman didn’t become a superhero because he has super powers. He used that pain from his parents’ death as the impetus for becoming a superhero. To be clear, it wasn’t LOGIC that drove him to become the Bat, it was FEELING. And few people are capable of feeling to the depths that INFJs can. INFJs are notorious brooders. So is Batman. You can’t brood if you’re not emotional. INFJs feel an enormous amount of responsibility for the world’s problems. They suffer from a massive savior complex. Coupled with that complex comes an insane amount of guilt. The guilt and responsibility that Batman feels is overwhelming in his comic book history. Look at his relationship with Harvey Dent/Two Face. The amount of guilt he feels for not being able to save his friend is one of the key themes regarding that character. Batman feels so much guilt for not being able to save his parents, for not being able to save Jason Todd, and countless others. These experiences haunt him. He wants so desperately wants to reform criminals (for example Selina Kyle). Look at the compassion he has offered Mr. Freeze, Clayface, and countless others. He wants to save them. He wants to help them. Read the comics. You will find countless examples of him trying to reform and help the people he fights against. One could write a whole book on that topic alone. INFJs see the world not as it is but as it could be. And they are crazy enough to do something about it. They are dreamers, but unlike most dreamers, they act. INFJs are intense. They take on the problems of the world and carry that on their shoulders. They are self-sacrificing; willing to give up everything for the greater good, including relationships and their own life. He’s willing to be the bad guy if need be if it gets the job done. He takes on everyone’s burdens. INFJs are capable of so much compassion, their ability to feel empathy is a key characteristic. This characteristic people always get wrong about the Batman character. People view him as cold and unfeeling (more about this later), but they’re wrong. Batman has so much compassion. Look at all of the kids he has adopted or taken under his wing: Dick, Jason, Tim, Stephanie, Barbara. The list goes on and on. He’s like the Angelina Jolie of the DC universe! Look at the way he counsels Superman regarding his relationship with Superboy. Again, note how desperately he tries to reform people. He believes that people change. He has faith. He’s an optimist in so many more ways than we give him credit. That being said, INFJs don’t always make the best mentors. They are perfectionists that have insanely high expectations for themselves and anyone they care about. This constant pushing for more can backfire on the INFJ in a mentorship position and make the relationships with their mentees a bit rocky. When INFJs become stressed they revert to their tertiary function. In many ways they become what looks like an unbalanced ESTP (their opposite). They become very much about the present. This means indulging in sensory type behaviors: sex, food, exercise or physical fighting. I’ve seen some arguments that Batman can’t be an INFJ because he goes around punching people.

But INFJs can be very physical and carnal when angry, stressed, or off balanced. The INFJ that doesn’t adequately deal with the overflow of emotions can be explosive with their anger. When an INFJ is too overwhelmed with feelings or the weight of their responsibilities, they can actually turn off their compassion or empathy and become very cold, unfeeling, and judgmental. It’s a defense mechanism to deal with the insane amount of feelings trapped in their bodies. INFJs have a dark side that is terrifying. Google INFJ dark side to understand what I am talking about. INFJs are passionate about their causes, but always have to be careful about going too far; about falling into that abyss. Thus the endless brooding. INFJs make excellent actors (it’s often a proposed career choice) because of their ability to understand other people. They are adaptable and can play many characters. Bruce Wayne is a good example of this ability. He pretends to be the extrovert, the playboy, the rich brat. But its not who he is; it’s a mask. The Batman is his true form. INFJs run by their own moral code. They make their decisions ultimately using their powerful intuition or gut feeling. Batman follows his hunches. And he’s usually right. That’s what makes him such a great detective. INFJs love logic. They use it all the time. But unlike INTJs, logic is only a useful tool for INFJs, it’s never the end all factor in making split decisions. They use their gut for that. They are also master manipulators and interrogators because they understand people in a way few others can. The list goes on and on, but I think I will stop for now. Like I said, Batman has not always been written consistently over the last 80 years of his existence, so there may be versions of the character that you could argue is an INTJ. But the vast majority of representations of the character in the comics and animated series displays a very well developed INFJ. Final note—I’ve always been fascinated by the relationship between Batman and the Joker. Two sides to the same coin. Truly the inverse of the other. The Joker is indisputably an ESTP. I don’t think anyone argues otherwise (he’s definitely NOT an ESFP). ESTPs love chaos and breaking rules. The idea that Batman and the Joker are mirror opposites of each other is poignant. I feel it describes them so well, all the more reason why a well written Batman is an INFJ.

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unsanctioned-if · 4 months

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Main cast's MBTI types? Thank you!

Hi, thanks a lot for the ask!

I'm not that knowledgeable when it comes to MBTI types, so please take this with a grain of salt:

Azora - ENTP or ESTP (The Debater/The Entrepreneur)

Astra - ISFJ (The Defender)

Wren - ENTJ or INTJ (The Commander/The Architecht)

Muir - INFJ or INFP (The Advocate/The Mediator)

Kirin - ISTJ (The Logistician)

Cirern - INTP (The Logician)

#interactive fiction #unsanctioned #if #ask #anon ask #mbti types #mbti personality types

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justexistingidfkfr · 3 months

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YOU EVER SEE A PERSONALITY AND YOU CASUALLY GO LIKE " BRO IS LITERALLY ME " AND YOU GO GOOGLE AND THEY TURN OUT TO BE THE SAME MBTI AS YOU...I DON'T KNOW HOW TO EXPLAIN THIS BUT HAVING THAT CONNECTION WITH FICTIONAL CHARACTERS AND THEN FINDING A LINK THAT CONNECTS YOU AS IN BEING IN THE SAME CATEGORY AS THEM ... IT'S LIKE IDK IT FEELS SO VALIDATED LIKE YES MY BESTIE ToT

#mbti types #mbti intj #why am i feeling like this #fictional characters #i might be mentally ill #or lonely

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office-hours-affection-if · 1 year

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This IF has piqued my interest so much. I absolutely love office type romances, and I can't wait for the demo to drop! I was wondering what are the ros mbti types?

ROs MBTI Types:

Diesel: ISTP (The Virtuoso)

Seth: INFP (The Mediator)

Az: ISTJ (The Logistician)

Grant: ENFP (The Campaigner)

Markus: ESTP (The Entrepreneur)

Leon: ISFJ (The Defender)

Isla: INFJ (The Advocate)

Dom: INFJ (The Advocate)

Conrad: ESFJ (The Consul)

Law: INTJ (The Architect)

Thank you for the ask and your support means a lot to me 🥺

#office hours affection #interactive fiction #if wip #ros mbti types #mbti

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garden-bug · 5 months

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Zane and I are an exact personality match and I love him very much.

#something abt people calling u a robot #I love mbti solely for fictional characters idk #ninjago zane #ninjago #character personalities #intj

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tastethepainbowbitch · 1 year

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Sharing a personality type with them is such a flex for me

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u-n-lucky-being · 9 months

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𝔐𝔲𝔡𝔡𝔩𝔢𝔡 𝔅𝔦𝔫𝔡𝔰

Part 1: 𝔚𝔥𝔬 ℑ 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔟𝔢

INFJ x ENTP

Tags: f!INFJ, m!ENTP, ft. m!ENTJ, ENTJ is an asshole in this one (sorry to all my ENTJ who are not machiavellian tyrants <3 love you all), lovers to enemies (kinda), kingdom setting, there’s an insurgence, kind of historical fiction (…I think? I’m not sure how this genre is called), angst, betrayal, threats of torture, threats of murder, mentions of murder, threats of rape (nothing explicit, I promise), mentions of violence, mentions of war, curse words are used, I’m bad at tagging, this was supposed to be a oneshot but I think it will end up having at least three parts :’) hurt no comfort (comfort in the next parts), I don’t know what else to add, please tell me if I should add anything else.

Word count: 3.6k

Summary: INFJ had been stupid enough to trust the wrong person, and now was paying the consequences. Not only was her life at risk, but also the entire cause she had been fighting for. All because she allowed herself to be fooled by someone’s lies… but, perhaps there had been some truth in them. For ENTP everything had gone according to his and ENTJ’s plan, except for the fact that he now regretted everything. Willing to right his wrongs, he decides to start a new, riskier plan.

(Part 2: 𝔚𝔥𝔞𝔱 ℑ 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔲𝔰 𝔱𝔬 𝔟𝔢)

(Part 3: 𝔚𝔥𝔬 𝔴𝔢 𝔴𝔢r𝔢)

(Part 4: 𝔚𝔥𝔬 𝔴𝔢 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔟𝔢)

A/N: Ok, so this started as: “Oh, people suggests using the MBTI cognitive functions to built a more realistic character” went into “Haha some people has turned the MBTI stereotypes into characters; how cute”, then “And they ship them? I mean, weird ig, but ok…”, to “;-; why am I getting invested in these ships?” and somehow ended up here :D (Seriously after the biggest writer block of my life my brain decided to pull an allnighter to plan out and write THIS?) Just wanted to clarify that this is based on the MBTI stereotypes and tailored for the role I assigned them in this story, so please don’t feel offended if you happen to have the same MBTI as any of them but would never act like them. The same thing about shipping- I’m just shipping the stereotyped-characters. With all of that said… I have NO idea how I ended up with this angsty mess but… hope someone out there will like it I guess. English is not my first language so I apologize if anything sounds funny. Feel free to leave any feedback, as it is very appreciated.

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There she was. Vulnerable, defeated, humilliated, but above everything else: hurt.

As she laid in the cold floor forced to kneel to the king, she realized that she really did not care about the bruises on her body, nor the ones on her ego- but the ones on her heart seemed hard to ignore.

ENTJ laughed softly as he rosed from his throne, slowly approaching her “Are you sure that this one is the one who has been causing us so much trouble? She doesn’t really looks like it.”

To INFJ the voice that replied sounded as cold as the floor under her. “She is the one. I made sure to confirm it myself.” said ENTP; though she refused to raise her head to see him, she could hear the familiar smirk on his face.

Stupid. She had been so stupid. She had been the perfect spy because she was able to enter into any fortress while being a fortress herself; she gained anyone’s trust easily, but she trusted no one.

Except that she let him in. She trusted him.

For what? He played her at her own game and now…

Whatever had happened to her or would happen to her did not matter, not really, but the future of those who had depended upon her was at risk because she failed.

She would not fail them twice.

“How many days do you think it would get to break her?” asked ENTJ while she heard his steps getting closer “Two? Three days on the torture chamber?” ENTJ’s feet suddenly appeared in her eyesight and she lifted her head to look at him in the eye. Defiant. She felt pathetic, weak and dumb but as hell she would show it to him.

He laughed again, “Oh, she’s fierce nonetheless.” Taking her chin forcefully with his hand to look better at her face, he added “and pretty too. I could even think of different ways to make her scream other than torture.”

She swallowed hard and turned slightly paler at that last part; his grin widened “What is it, love? Are you more scared of the promise of pleasure than that of pain?” he chuckled letting go of her chin only to place his hand with more force on her neck “Perhaps we might actually consider a different form of interrogation for this one.”

INFJ felt a cold shiver run down her spine. She would rather death. She would rather the most painful torture than what this man infront of her was implying.

A sharp metal sound suddenly broke the silence, and though she could not move her head to see what had happened the voice ENTP quickly followed said sound.

“Pardon me. So unusual of me to be this clumsy.”

ENTJ eyes swiftly moved from her face towards the place where she knew ENTP stood. After what seemed to be a silent conversation between the two, the first one scoffed “Yeah; unusual” and let go of her neck, finally allowing her to breathe again. He had not been using enough force to block her airways, but pure terror had stopped her from breathing at all.

After the man returned to his throne, he looked at the girl on the ground once again. Despite of the slip of fear she had just had, she took once more the mask of cold defiance she had initially borne. ENTJ smiled almost sarcastically at that.

“We will attempt our usual route of interrogation first. If that doesn’t work… I might have to get creative.” this time she didn’t let it show how those words shook her to the core “Take her to the cells.”

And after that simple order two pair of hands that she had known to be behind her forced her to her feet and took her out of the room. As they did she cast one glance at the person who had put her on this position.

He looked back at her. Those eyes she had loved were now the most horrific sight she could find in this whole castle. She had truly believed that he loved her back, that he understood her as much as she had known him, that she had finally found someone to rely on. But now, she knew that he had lied, that she had not known him at all, and that she betrayed herself as much as he betrayed her by daring to let her guard down.

Her heart still ached, but it wasn’t because of his betrayal. It was because the person she had known, had loved, had given her trust to, was but a fantasy. This man that was looking at her, she did not know. She definetely didn’t love him, and now was wise enough to know better than to trust anyone. This man had handed her to her death, and perhaps worse things than death, as if she was nothing to him; but at least she could say that this stranger was nothing to her as well.

Once his face had been gone from her sight she repeated those last words as many times as she needed until every part of her body, mind and soul believed them.

That stranger was nothing to her.

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He was not used to the intoxicating sensation of fear.

He had felt fear in his life and for his life, of course, it was a common thing to have under the commands of people like general ENTJ. But for him, those were rare instances; as if he had always been too brave or too stupid, and had somehow become almost inmune to it.

Almost.

“So, are you gonna explain yourself or do you want me to guess what was that back there?”

They were in ENTJ’s chamber. The royal chamber. Five years ago they had seized power from the last king (may he rest in pieces) as general ENTJ had convinced himself that he had not been fit for the throne and that what the nation needed was a stronger and ambitious leader who actually dared to be the change this nation needed. Many believed him to be right, ENTP being one of them. The financial situation from before was enough to move sufficient men and women towards their cause, which ultimately lead to their success.

But of course, there were those who were against this. Their motivations of various kinds. Many of them guided merely by the fact that this new political climate did not benefit them; very few others talked about justice and laws and actually meant it. Whether caused by the first or second group, the whispers that called ENTJ a tyrant began spreading soon enough. Nonetheless, it didn’t really matter, as it had been easy to keep them all under control, one way or another. At least, until a group of rebels began causing them trouble two years ago.

And that’s where ENTP’s and INFJ’s stories intertwined.

ENTP made sure to act as he usually did. Carefree, witty, slightly smug. And that was his exact expression when he answered to his commander and king “What? About my slippery hands?”

“As if I was stupid enough to fall for your bullshit.” Despite ENTJ’s calm expression he could tell he was not calm at all. “You dropped the same knife I gave you after slitting the old king’s throat. Tell me, honestly, could you really consider such thing as an accident?- Should I be worrying that one of my trusted circle is threatening me?” despite his tone remaining neutral, ENTP could hear the warning behind it, telling him to be careful of what he was about to say next.

ENTP chuckled softly and threw himself over one of the chairs of the room. Relaxed. He needed to be relaxed. “Fine. I admit it. I dropped the knife on purpose. Though it being that especific knife, was not.”

Now it was ENTJ’s turn to chuckle. Whether he believed that last part or not was out of ENTP’s knowledge. “So, I was right.” he uttered “Tell me, did you felt jealous of me touching your little pet?”

His expression remained as carefree as always, but ENTP could feel the ice slowly expanding through his chest. “You got me wrong, my friend.” He spat “It was not about who you were touching or who you were threatening. It was about what you were threatening her with.” ENTP sat a little straighter and allowed some of the ice within him to come out as he said “We are not the type to do such things. Have you forgotten? Or maybe power already started to mess with that head of yours?” Though a smile remained carefully placed in his face, there was nothing warm or friendly about it “Perhaps you are starting to believe those who call you a tyrant.”

“Perhaps you are forgetting who we are dealing with.” the King replied back as coolly. ENTJ turned his back to ENTP and began examining the papers that laid over his desk, “That girl has been informing about every move, every decision, every plan, that we have made for the last years. She is the reason we have been dealing with so many issues. She is the reason that pathetic group of insurgents became an actual threat to us. She is the reason we have been unable to move forwards with our plans of expansion. And she might be the cause of our downfall if we are not careful now.” His voice slowly grew more bitter as he spoke. “In case you also forgot, we might not be tyrants but we aren’t fond of playing by the rules; are we?” he asked rhetorically turning to face him once more, “Even when their little insurgence is not half as capable as they believe it to be, we still need the support of our neighbor nations if we want to keep our own afloat; at least, till we are strong enough. They might have not turn against us after we took the power, but if they realize that we are not as fond of following their dear proceedures and codes as they are, they might. If proof of some of our moves gets leaked, we are done. We cannot let that happen before we are ready.” He declared vigorously.

ENTP did not overlooked how ENTJ insisted on talking in plural. The message was clear: if ENTJ could be considered a tyrant, so could he. And if ENTJ would go down, so would him. “But you already got the girl locked up.” he pointed, attempting to return to his more casual attitude “She won’t be an issue any longer. There’s nothing to fear. So I still don’t understand the reasoning behind your threats.”

The commander actually laughed at that, though there was not any trace of joy found in it. “You, my friend, can be very smart. But sometimes you are just as stupid.” He proceeded to explain, “First, and the most obvious reason, is that she still holds valuable information. Information that not even you could get out of her. Names, hiding spots, plans, perhaps there might even be another rat between us; she will know all of that.”

“So your justification of becoming worse than an animal will be to get information out of her.” ENTP retorted; the same ice from before threatening to come out once more.

ENTJ almost laughed again, “You fool. It is not about what we actually do to someone. Is about what they fear we might do.” he smiled almost simpathetically to him “Don’t trouble your mind, I won’t lay a finger on her. But, I need her to fear I might if she refuses to cooperate during the interrogations.”

Whatever kind of relief the first part of that sentence might have given ENTP was quickly extinguished by the last. He knew what interrogations in this castle were. Even before they took power, their nation had always been known for the severety of its treatment towards those who dared to act out of line. That’s something that the revolution took advantage of when they first raised: they were the first group in decades that dared to publicly go against the crown despite of the possible consequences; in the eyes of the people they were brave and determined, and in the eyes of their enemies they were indomitable and impredictable. Once they had become the ones in power, ENTJ decided to use such reputation in his favor, so he continued with the tradition.

There were lines they won’t cross, of course, like what he had just been complaining about to ENTJ; but that didn’t mean that the route towards those lines was not a painful, bloody one.

And his imagination had already started to turn against him by imagining INFJ in each one of the probable scenarios he knew would happen. The same fear he had constantly been in since she had officially become a prisioner, slicing him inside out. Not even the times he had feared for his very own life could compare.

But, relaxed. He needed to appeared relaxed.

“Very well then, its good to know that my friend is still a man and not a beast.” He forced himself to appear curious rather than terrified “But what is the other reason?”

ENTJ smiled slightly more earnestly at him than he had been doing during their whole conversation “I need her to make an example out of her- and just killing her won’t be enough. Like I said in the throne room, I need her to break.” The commander approached a little chess set he had placed on a small table, and took one of its pieces in his hand. “She is the first important player we’ve caught from the insurgent group. You yourself know firsthand how much they relied on her. Even the leaders. If we just kill her, they will make her a martyr; that would be like adding fuel to a fire. But,” slowly he placed the piece back in its place “if we show them that we can turn one of their stronger players into a mere shell, ready to crack under any pressure,” he grinned and looked ENTP directly in the eyes “we will finally begin to crush that rebellion to death. If we manage to display her publicly in absolute despair, that same despair with spread across the other rebels and begin to kill their cause inside out. After that, we can kill her.”

'Make an example out her' he had said, but by that he had meant to make a show out of her misery.

Fear. He was still not used to this sensation and he hated it. Just like he had started hating the man infront of him with every particle of his body. Just like he had hated himself since he brought this upon her.

ENTP knew that he was no innocent; he had done as much if not more of the pulling of the strings behind the curtains during their rise to power. And ENTJ was right; they had not exactly been too ‘correct’ in their ways. But, he had always believed that the ends would justify the means. That what they have done wrong could be righted by the good that it would cause eventually. Nevertheless, time passed and ENTJ and the rest of his followers had just become more cold, more bold, more vengeful- at first justifying themselves saying that it was necessary measures to ensure respect, then blaming the insurgeance and the need to end it for their merciless acts.

And the worst part was… there were still no results. The economy remained in shambles, crime rates kept going up, the people was still miserable, and now more than ever fear ruled over everything. But either delusion or actual curruption kept them settled in their ways, while still predicating the same speech that had first convinced people to put their trust upon them.

He had remained blind to it all during most of it- or well, perhaps not blind but unwilling to see the truth. Unwilling to see what power was turning their cause into, a cause that he was sure had began with good intentions. He lied and convinced himself that eventually things would turn right.

But after getting to know someone from the other side- someone who taught him that fighting fire with fire would never not lead to just more smoke and ashes, and that the only way to right a wrong was to make it right to begin with… He could now see.

Yet, it had been too late at the moment to keep it all from coming to this. And he feared that if he took a misstep right now it might become to late to keep INFJ from encountering the fate ENTJ had just described for her.

After staring at ENTP for a few seconds ENTJ added “But… it seems I’ve misjudged how possessive you’ve become over the girl.”

Sometimes it surprised ENTP how easily his insides could go from iced bitterness to scorching rage. It also surprised him how good he could be at feigning indifference. He scoffed “As if. I already told you I don’t have any particular interest on her. She was fun to toy with, nothing else. She’s yours to do as you please.”

ENTJ continued staring him down, as if trying to get the truth out of him. But, after a while he simply nodded and said “Very well then. That’s good to hear, because I figured that she might be more compliant if you are in the room during tomorrow’s interrogation.”

His heart sunk in his chest, but he did his best to remain on his role “I doubt that’ll work. If anything her hate for me might make her harder to work with.”

The king sneered “Oh, does that means she is fond of me?”

ENTP replied “Her hate towards you is… general, my dear commander. As if she hates you, but not you, but rather the idea of you. But me,” he smiled smugly despite how those same words he was about to say cutted deeply through him “I am a personal issue.”

ENTJ turned to his desk once again, “Maybe you are right; but I’m actually relying on those strong feelings for you. Whether that’s love or hate or both, strong emotions always make someone easier to manipulate.” He moved his face only enough to look at his subordinate directly in the eyes as he said “You will be there tomorrow.” It was an order, not a suggestion, so ENTP knew better than to argue against it.

“Fine, we’ll see if your plan works tomorrow.” And with that he rose from his chair and turned to the door.

The only thing ENTJ said before ENTP could leave the room was “They always do.”

It was already nightfall when he finally found the opportunity to go into the cells without being noticed.

Since he had left his commander’s chambers he could barely think of anything besides the girl that was trapped inside those walls. He needed to come; to warn her of what would take place tomorrow, and what could come afterwards.

But also, because he needed to see her.

He saw her laying down on the floor; perhaps asleep, perhaps unconcious. Ice ran through his veins at the prospect of the second. He rushed to take out the keys he had stolen from the guards and went inside. The sound of the cell’s door opening immediately made her jump- so asleep it was then.

ENTP could tell that she recognized him as quickly as she saw him. She became almost unnaturally still, her eyes becoming stone cold, just as they had done the only time she had deigned to look at him in the throne room. He hated that look; he could have dealt with the expected looks of hatred, of anger, of betrayal, anything that indicated what she thought of him. Anything that could be taken as the residue of what she once felt for him.

But that look- it killed him. It was as if nothing had ever been there.

Though he admitted to himself that it would have been better for her if it had been that way.

He looked away from her eyes and dared to look at the rest of her. She lied on the floor, reclined against the same wall she was shackled to. Same clothes he had saw her wearing just yesterday's night, right before it all went to hell. But now they were torned, dirty- and bloodied. If he had to guess, she could barely keep herself up. Bruises covered her from head to toe. Despite that he had not been who caused them himself directly, he knew he was responsible for every one of them.

She had fight all the way into her capture. She only stopped fighting when she saw him standing side by side with the king, a fake grin on his face as the words left his mouth “Your Highness, I present to you: the spy”.

It pained him beyond anything he could express to see her like this. He was the first to move, advancing towards her to try to examine her wounds. But, of course, he should have thought better than to act without saying anything before, as she tensed and tried to move away from him before he could reach her.

For her, he was no longer someone she could trust. He was the enemy.

“I won’t hurt you” was the first words that he could think to say, raising his palms up as if that could somehow prove his words to be truthful.

She laughed bitterly “You expect me to believe you?”

Fair. It was fair from her, but right now there was no time to explain or argue with her. “No, but right now I just want to help, alright? Please let me-”

“Fuck off!” she yelled moving as far as she could “Help! Anyone hel-”

He launched himself towards her, pressing her against the wall as gently as he could while his hand covering her mouth to keep her from alerting the guards of his presence. If anyone realized he was here, all of their hopes would be lost.

INFJ began trembling, her eyes panicked while she struggled to push him away.

His heart sank in his chest. She was terrified of him. And she had every right to be. What used to be a playful act, a flirty situation, a moment of closeness, now could only be considered a threatening situation for her in every aspect.

ENTP backed away slightly, giving her as much space as he could without risking her to cause a scene.

“I won’t hurt you. I know you don’t have any reason to believe me, but please listen. Just once.”

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Part 2: 𝔚𝔥𝔞𝔱 ℑ 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔲𝔰 𝔱𝔬 𝔟𝔢

Part 3: 𝔚𝔥𝔬 𝔴𝔢 𝔴𝔢r𝔢

Part 4: 𝔚𝔥𝔬 𝔴𝔢 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔟𝔢

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