#timidness

Clyde with a timid male s/o🪩💖💖😖

Note: Why does it feel like I haven't written for Clyde and the others? I gotta start writing for the others as well!

Warnings: None

Gender: Male

❤️ Clyde Donovan 🌮

This gif basically sums up how he would feel whenever you hide behind him.

Clyde always likes the feeling of wanting to be the one to protect you, it just makes him feel heroic and mighty.

He will comfort you afterwards on whatever made you hide behind him in the first place.

He could get used to this if I'm being honest.

The sec he acts tough towards whatever made you hide, the intimidating will start to get to him and he will become a quivering jelly.

He knows that there are people out there that are too strong for him to handle, but he will still stand up if it means protecting his s/o from any harm.

It always makes you giggle whenever you see your boyfriend act all mighty and tough but then becomes scared himself.

"Clyde, you're shaking...."

"What? no I'm not! It's just the cold alright???"

Yep, just the cold.

Even if your boyfriend can't always protect you, you still appreciate the hard work he does when he tries to. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Fawngender or Deergender: A gender that is explored through timidity and caution, but blossoms into something natural and cute. 

Introgender: When you feel your gender more when alone. Comes from the term introvert, but you don’t have to be one to use it. [There's no flag]

Ok so the person who I am writing the Fault in our Sides with drew Timidness and omg she is just as cute as I imagined. My friend is so talented and amazing I love her.

Warnings: Name calling and hurt feelings. Let me know if there are any I missed 

Word Count: 986

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Thomas, after much debate, finally called Angel, and asked if she wanted to meet somewhere, to which the answer, surprisingly, was ‘yes’. They decided to meet up in a park, a public place, but not so crowded that Thomas would be recognized, considering his internet fame. It was decided that the most ideal time, was around 5 the next day.

        “Are you sure we should be doing this?” Virgil asked Thomas as they walked to the center of the park.

        “Well, now that I think about it, no.” Thomas said truthfully, “But I think she needs our help.”

        “YEAH!” Morality hollered as he popped up, “Did you hear her awful comments?! Violence was totally in control! And poor Timidness!”

Virgil thought back to the shaking creature he saw.

        “Well, I guess if we fail, nothing bad can really come of it… though we gain nothing if we succeed in turning her opinion of herself.”

        “Incorrect,” Logan showed up, “A logical conclusion would be that we gain a new ally.”

        “YAY, FRIENDS!”

Thomas chuckled as his Morality gained even more enthusiasm, that ability being surprisingly possible.

    The group, now joined by Roman, found their way to a small bench at the center of the vast grassy area, seeing Angel not to far off, sitting next to a patch of out of place color. Upon coming closer, Logan saw the odd color to be several small trinkets, and a blue bag.

        “I see you have made yourself comfortable already,” he noted, earning a startled squeak as Angel started to shove the trinkets in her bag before anyone could see them, to the onlookers confusion.

        “Sorry for startling you.” Thomas chuckled nervously, Virgil getting the better of him.

        “It’s… It’s fine.” Came the abrupt answer, “Why did you want to meet?”

Patton started to say something, but was stopped as Roman put a hand to his mouth, reminding him of the conversation they had on the car ride to the park about being subtle.

       “Well, I was thinking, since we both have… uh… these, as you called them… Faults? I thought maybe we should try and figure out why we see them together, you know, find things out and… stuff.”

Thomas’ explanation was met with silence.

        “Why?” Violence revealed herself, an accusing look turned towards Thomas, “And what makes you think we want anything to do with you and your nambi-pambi sides.”

        “LEAVE BAMBI OUT OF THIS!” Patton hollered.

        “I SAID PAMBI YOU NIMROD!” Violence hollered right back.

Patton shrunk back a bit, tears starting to form at the name calling.

        “Hey,” Virgil started, “That, was uncalled for.”

        “Said the one whose existence has always been uncalled for.” Violence stated, “Then again, we’re both in the same boat aren’t we?”

Violence felt a small tug on her baggy sleeve. Looking down, she saw the shrunken form of Timidness.

        “Violence…” the girl whispered, “Stop… you’re hurting both of their f-feelings.”

        “And suddenly you care?”

The teddy bear holding girl shrunk back as she whimpered, her expression that of an apology as she looked to Virgil and Patton.

        “Enough, both of you.” Angel sighed, “To answer you from before, sure, maybe I can find a way to get rid of these nuisances.”

Timidness seemed hurt at her choice, though it was not noticed as Violence shoved her back.

        “Do you… think you might come to understand them if you try?” Patton asked, wiping his earlier tears away, though they threatened to come back as Violence glared at him.

        “Angel never wished for that before, why would she now?” She snorted, then disappeared before Angel could make a retort. This left Timidness quite alone as she shook.

        “How much can one person hate themself?” Roman wondered, though he didn’t realize it was out loud until Logan elbowed him in the arm. This made the Prince figure look toward their ‘could-have-been’ friend, finding her looking at him, completely appalled.

        “You know nothing, you wanna-be royal pain.” She seethed, “Look, I just want to be normal, that’s all. Who wants a constant bombardment of voices in their head? Only someone INSANE would want something like that.” At this, Violence showed up again, Indecisiveness just behind her, “WHAT NOW?!” She turned to the two. Violence merely shrugged, a mocking smirk on her face.

        “This isn’t logical, Angel.” Indecisiveness stated, “We are wasting time.”

        “You stay out of this,” Angel pointed an accusing finger at her version of Logic, “Go back and be silent like you usually are when I need you.”

Indecisiveness sighed, and disappeared, though not before sending a glance toward Logan, an apology hidden behind it. She had tried.

        “I’d have to agree with Indecisivness,” Logan supported, “Your argument is rather flawed.”

        “Said the robot who wouldn’t be able to tell the difference between an emotion and an emoticon.”

Though Logan was badly hurt, he did not show it as he shook his head in dismay.

        “Perhaps, Thomas, we should give up on this foolish endeavor.”

        “Go ahead!” Angel laughed, “You won’t be the first!”

At this, three of five turned, already done, the only two being steadfast being Thomas, and Patton.

        “No.” Patton said firmly, standing tall as his usually cute and fun loving demeanor was replaced by that of someone who was saving a life, “We will be the first, the first to stay.”

Angel was silent as her eyes became wide, Timidness poking her head from behind her.

        “R-really?” She asked in awe, a wide smile growing on her face as Patton nodded his head, a sweet, familiar smile coming back to his face. “THANK YOU!” Timidness ran at him, and hugged him around his waist, the girl being only a fraction of his height, the teddy bear held firmly behind him.

    The three that started to leave, turned, seeing the whole of Angel’s sides beside her, all in awe of what was gracing their eyes. Timidness, was being bold.

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This is my favorite chapter of this so far because I love the small been Timidness. Like she is so heckin cute. I hope you guys enjoyed it as much as I did. Sorry this chapter was so late. I got my wisdom teeth pulled last week and have ben kinda out of it since then. I am just now feeling like a normal person.  

Warnings: Some mean names, but very mild. I think that's it, but let me know if I need to add anything.

Word count: 982

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The group of young men took in the group of supposed females, noting the differences and similarities. Virgil noted the similar style he and the darker version of Angel, who was now hissing again, had. They both wore a hoody, though this other version’s was far more baggy, and had black leggings going into tall black combat boots, their short hair slightly darkened, and a little oily and messy, matching the dark circles under their eyes. While Virgil observed his gender bent double, Patton ooggled over the tiny timid creature that held a stuffed bear in their hands, the light brown furry animal being suffocated as it was held tightly against their chest, a light blue nightgown flowing as they shook slightly, their bare feet brushing the concrete floor as they shuffled closer to the original. Roman’s attention was drawn towards the double with a more sensible fashion sense, wearing a short, white dress, painted roses seemingly to be splattered on the fabric, simple music notes dancing across the entirety of the dress, a simple sketchbook being held at their side, a pencil behind their ear. Upon taking a closer look, Roman found that her feet were adorned with glass slippers, the once clear sheen slightly marked with bits of paint, black tights showing from under what could be seen through the glass. Logan, having already observed his counter part, decided to take action.

        “I believe some explaining is in order.” He stated, “I am Logan, Thomas’ logical side. This is-”

        “MORALITY! Name’s Patton! NICE TA MEET YA!”

        “Call me Roman, I resemble Thomas’ creativity.” He bowed.

Virgil, still unsure, simply said: “Anxiety.”

        “And you all are?” Logan asked.

For a minute, they were met with silence.

        “I say burry them in the back yard.” The darker double stated.

        “N-no…” the timid one said, “I don’t think… that that would be nice.”

        “Feed ‘em to the chickens?”

It was the one with the lab coat who answered to this.

        “Illogical.”

        “Well, the goats will eat anything.” The darker one continued.

        “Shut. Up. All of you.” Angel reprimanded, “We are neither burrying them, nor feeding them to anything.” They sighed, “This is Indecisivness,” They pointed to the one with chemistry goggles, “Timidness,” the one in the nightgown waved slightly, “Obsession,” The one with the glass slippers nodded their head, “And Violence, my Faults, nice to meet you.” Angel said with little emotion as they made a grand gesture with their hands, hanging their head.

        “Uh, nice to meet you… all of you… may I ask for pronouns?” Thomas asked.

        “She, her, girl, straight. Whichever of those work for you.” Indecisiveness informed.

Thomas mumbled a small ‘okay’, and a short silence settled on the group. Until Patton interrupted said silence.

        “OH! I GET IT!” He startled Timidness, who jumped at his sudden realization, “You’re Creativity!” He pointed at Obsession, “You’re Anxiety!” He pointed at Violence, who hissed at his finger, “You’re Logic!” He pointed at Indecisiveness, “And… you’re Morality… I think.” His uncertainty was met with a small smile from the still shaking girl.

        “No,” Obsession corrected, “While you all are positive influences, though ‘Crappy Meal’ over there I’m not to sure about, we are negative.”

Roman fell to the floor in his laughter, chanting the name as he rolled.

        “CRAPPY MEAL?! WHY DIDN’T I THINK OF THAT?!”

Virgil scowled, hiding in his hoody.

        “I hate you all.”

        “Hey, I’ll take two greive-burgers and a side of cries.” Violence said, words dripping in sarcasm, making Virgil hate her even more then the rest.

        “That’s… That’s not very nice, guys… Leave Thomas’ Anxiety a-alone.”

Virgil found this timid creature far more pleasent then the others, and was quite surprised when he saw her be ignored.

        “To be honest I thought I was the only one with this problem.” Angel glanced at her different sides.

        “Well… they’re not a problem to me, anymore anyway. I’ve learned to accept them.” Thomas stated, quite proud of how well he was getting along with his sides.

        “How can someone accept their faults?”

        “Faults?” Thomas was slightly confused, and wasn’t at all prepared for what Angel did next.

    First she pointed at Logan.

        “Roboticness.”

Then Roman.

        “Primadonna.”

Patton.

        “Selfrighteousness.”

Finally, Virgil.

        “Eh, Anxiety is bad enough.”

Patton gasped, running to cover the ears of his dark strange son.

        “Angel,” Timidness whined, “Please… l-let’s just go home.” But she was ignored once again.

Logan glanced at the being as she shook even more, her nightgown fluttering as she started to fidget with her bear, then he looked toward Violence, who stood, proud and tall as Angel said these things with little to no emotion in her voice. He squinted his eyes, trying to peice together the seemingly complex puzzle before him. He also noted the inaction of both Obsession and Indecisivness.

    Finding this situation a little uncomforable, Thomas asked if Angel had any contact information, saying that he’d like to talk to her more, considering they seemed to be the only people with the ability to see and hear their different sides. To his surprise, Angel gave him her number freely, no imput from her sides, except for a small trusting smile from Timidness.

They parted ways, Angel saying a simple ‘talk to ya later’.

        “That was… unexpected.” Logan claimed as he adjusted his glasses.

        “For once I agree with the walking encyclopedia.” Roman joked slighty, earning an eye roll from Logan.

        “Well, I guess it could have been worse,” Thomas said, “We could have been fed to her goats.”

Usually, Virgil would have at least cracked a small smile, but he stayed silent, even in his facial expressions.

        “But Angel calling her sides… ‘Faults’, still urcs me.” Logan stated, a finger to his chin in thought.

        “It’s almost like she doesn’t like herself!” Patton said, skipping off, not noticing the solenm silence the rest of the group had fallen into. 

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Warnings: Really bad humor my friend and I have, minor cursing, frustration with ones self. Let me know if I missed anything.

Word Count: 985

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It would be another few days, with the occasional text, until Thomas saw Angel again, though it was a chance encounter.

        “Oh, hey Angel.” He greeted, stopping in front of her, his hands laden with grocery bags from the store, “How’s it going?”

She stopped, finding his sudden appearence amusing somehow, especially since he just came out of the store, and she had just arrived.

        “Fine.” Was her simple answer, Indecisivness just behind her.

        “That is not the vocabulary I would have used, but in this scenario, it is acceptable.”

        “Seriously?” Angel turned, an unamused look plastered to her face. The safety ready girl’s response was a simple shrug as she disappeared.

        “So… I’m going to assume that you are in fact, not ‘fine’.” This wasn’t Logan, this was Thomas.

        “No shit Sherlock.” Angel growled.

        “Screw you Watson.”

The sudden come-back was rather unexpected, considering none of Thomas’ sides had shown themselves quite yet. The brunette had become silent as she became unsure of this man she had met just recently. The girl was startled when he started to laugh.

        “I’m just kidding!” He laughed harder, “There’s no need to be so serious!”

        “Now kiddo, that’s not very nice language.” Patton scolded.

        “Sorry Pat.” Thomas was still laughing.

All Angel heard was the laughter as her mind wandered to darker thoughts.

        Even they laugh. They’re no different.

She was brought back from her thoughts as she heard her name, and found that it was Logan calling her.

        “What?” She asked, quite confused.

        “We have to leave,” Logan replied, “I do believe you have some shopping of your own.”

        “Where you off to in such a hurry?” The girl asked, truly curious.

        “Oh, just making dinner for some friends of mine!” Thomas beamed, halfway to his car already.

        “Ah,” Angel nodded, “Have fun with that.” She stated, and entered the store, having nothing more to say.

//*\\

    So. He has friends.

        “I bet they don’t know.” Indecisivness stated.

        “I bet they think he’s a freak!” Violence laughed.

        “Wh-what if they could be nice?” Timidness said, perking up, but it disappeared as she was ignored once again, walking at the back of the pack.

        “Who cares!” Obsession hollered, “Did you guys see the new Steven Universe episode last night?! IT WAS EPIC! They were all like WOOSH! AND BANG BANG! AND-”

        “NO SPOILERS!” Most hollered.

        “Shut it! You all saw it too!”

        “You know I have a two second attention span.” Violence whined.

        “Not my fault.” Obsession grumbled, then had an idea, “Okaaaaayyy. Who wants to see my fan art?!”

Violence zoomed to the princess-like girl, wanting to take a peak at her drawings, Indecisivnes and Timidness staying out of their infatuations, of course.

    Angel continued to walk, wishing for quiet, just once in her life she wished she could have complete silence, her mind refusing to let her rest as it went several direction at once. Violence hating most of the ships in any Fandom, Obsession loving everything, and not taking a break, ever. Indecisivness was constantly going over the shopping list, debating on whether one product was better than the other, and Timidness, was useless.

        “Can you all just, just shut up for once?” Angel stated, firmly, hoping no one heard her, though the short isle was oddly silent afterwards, “I need to think, for once, without your help.” She stated, softer than the first time, but still rather harshly. Her order was met with defiance.

        “Make us.” Violence smiled, knowing her threat to be a hard blow to the already suffering girl.

        “It would be illogical to not be involved when you often disregard your pocketbook.” Indecisivness said, matter-of-factly.

        “BUT STEVEN UNIVERSE!” Obsession screamed, making Angel second guess the fact that no one could hear them.

Shaking her head, she continued with the constant banter of voices, seen, and heard, only by her.

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    Meanwhile, Thomas had finally made it to his home, and started making dinner. Pizza. He placed his usual groceries away, then, wanting a break, he turned on his TV, and found the newly uploaded Steven Universe episodes ready, and waiting. Sadly, he didn’t get to watch all of it as his two best friends came bursting through the door.

        “SOME BODY ONCE TOLD ME THAT YOU WERE MAKING PIZZA!” Joan burst out in song, of which Talyn finshed.

        “SO I HAD TO COME AND GET ME A SLICE!”

Thomas shreiked in his laughter, then answered just as dramatically.

        “HEY NOW, I GOT A THREE CHEESE, AND A SUPREME, OH YEAH!”

The group of three laughed, until Thomas realized the odd smell that started to permeate the air was the pizza being close to burning. It was saved, though the edges were slightly burnt.

        “Uh… have you guys seen my pizza cutter?” Thomas asked.

        “We literally just got here,” Talyn laughed.

        “Never mind, I found scissors!”

        “WAIT!” Joan hollered, “What would Patton say?”

Thomas looked to the punny father figment, who merely shrugged.

        “As long as you don’t run with them kiddo!” With that he disappeared.

        “We’re good!”

The Pizza was served, though a little oddly shaped…

        “So,” Joan started around a mouthful off pizza, “How’s it going with the sides as a whole?”

Talyn nodded in agreement with the question.

        “Uh… Mine are fine.” Thomas placed his plate of pizza down, suddenly no longer hungry as he thought of Angel.

        “What’s that supposed to mean?” Talyn asked, trying to fit another slice into their mouth as they tilted their head upward.

        “Well… I met a girl-”

The two spit out their food.

        “WE THOUGHT YOU WERE GAY!”

Thomas dragged a hand over his face.

        “Not. Like. That you assuming shits.” He laughed.

        “We know,” Joan laughed, “We’re just messing with you!”

Throwing a pillow at Joan, Thomas continued his story.

        “Long story short, she ran me over with a shopping cart… and then I saw her sides… and she saw mine.”

*Cricket noise*

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Sorry about this being a little late. I am really bad at keeping a consistent schedule. Hope you liked it. Also this is the last chapter my friend and I have written and she has limited internet so it may be a while before we have more of this.

Not your introvert problem, your timidness.

Example A:

Even if it isn't his first language, even if he was alone, even if he is extremely introverted, he put his foot down and he say:

-hey! this is library!

And he made his voice and opinion heard!

Now how to defeat your timidness? Easy, just try to start conversations with strangers!

This might be scary at first, but try to start conversations with people who are taking their dogs for a walk! Most of the time they will be extremely happy to conversate with you about their dogs!

Here are some phrases to start conversations with dog owners:

-that is a nice dog!

- what is it's name?

-aaaw so cute, can I pet it?

-What race it is?

Have fun and respect how we should salute dogs!

I finally drew Angel's faults! Yay! Oh, also the new chapter should come out soon it is written. I just have to wait for my partner in crime to have internet.

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