SEMI-HIATUS / strong, confident, beautiful.

( 67 % ) NARCISSISM – an all-consuming drive towards ego-reinforcement and an egotistical interest in, or admiration of, one’s self.

( 87 % ) SELF - INTEREST – the unprincipled pursuit of gains in socially valued domains, such as material goods, social status, recognition, achievement, and success.

( 73 % ) ENTITLEMENT – a stable and pervasive sense that one deserves and is entitled to more than others.

( 97 % ) MACHIAVELLIANISM – manipulativeness, callous affect, and a strategic, calculating orientation.

( 53 % ) PSYCHOPATHY – deficits in affect and self-control (i.e. callousness and impulsivity), as well as a lack of remorse, antisocial behavior, and volatility.

( 83 % ) EGOISM – excessive concern with one’s own pleasure or advantage at the expense of community well-being.

( 17 % ) SPITEFULNESS – a tendency to engage in behavior that would harm others but would also entail harm to oneself.

( 70 % ) MORAL DISENGAGEMENT – a generalized cognitive orientation that differentiates one’s thinking towards unethical behavior.

( 50 % ) SADISM – a tendency to humiliate others via cruel or demeaning behavior, or the propensity to intentionally inflict physical, sexual, or psychological pain on others in order to assert power or for pleasure and enjoyment.

( 66 % ) TOTAL DARK CORE – your total dark core factor. higher scores indicate a darker personality.

also i downloaded wire for plotting purposes, so find me there at vaincurls and we can plot things and/or establish relationships, xoxo  (or goleudy if yall wanna just talk ooc)

but now after trying it, i vibe w it

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i made an aesthetic generator now you can discover urself

once i figure out how to pull off ‘feminine dad’ it’s over for you bitches

put up verses for d2/iotl3 and iotl4/d3.  will probably all be mushed up into two verses lbr.  also make tags for said verses.

write out thing abt witchy ginny bc iotl4 might’ve changed my mind (or at least made me curious).

figure out a reasonable canon divergence for my at-auradon-before-time-jump aus bc i’ve had these since d1 and they’re way out of date and inapplicable now.  least important bc heck canon.

actually just redo my whole verses page.  may or may not just put verses on bio page bc i’ve been doing that with other blogs lately and i like it. (and my verse page is a mess)

write and tag verses; costa de la torre au.  ouat au.  magica au.  whatever else tf needs doing.

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BY LIKING THIS, you’re letting me know that you welcome me tagging you in random stuff, throwing starters and memes at you whenever the muse arises, sliding into your dms to dish out some sweet and spicy plots, and more of that good stuff we all love !!  not all right away of course, but over time !  yall know how these work.

this IS reserved for mutuals, but NOT necessarily exclusive for existing friends.

“y’got a better chance if i do,” harriet whispered, “if i get caught, i could always toss ya y’prize an’ y’can make a run fer it.” which, to be fair, is very pirate-like, but it’s bad form and that’s not how harriet’s been brought up. 

a nod and then harriet was gone, rushed up the stairs as if it was the last thing she’d ever do. once she was upstairs and made sure no one was there, she whistled the beginning of a sea shanty that her mom used to sing to her; the very one she taught ginny as a sign of their frenemy-ship. “get up here, gin!” was said in a hushed whisper. “we ain’t got much time left!”

                ginny’s first thought as she waited in the almost-darkness for harriet’s signal, crouched at the ready behind the mirrored pillar, hands to the floor to give herself a boost whenever it was time to spring upwards, was that evading mirrors would be tricky in this place.  no matter how quietly and swiftly she moved, if anyone happened to see her in a mirror—or the reflection of a mirror within another mirror—it was GAME OVER.  she’d have to keep her mind on that, especially not knowing if there were mirrors upstairs and how many if there were.

                at harriet’s whistle, ginny wasted no time crossing the space between the pillar and the staircase as sneakily as she could, passing a portrait of the patriarch of tremaine cats.  that was her second thought.  lucifer’s kittens.  literally.  ginny had almost forgotten about him.  hopefully he ( and the rest of the household cats ) be curled up somewhere asleep and not patrolling the corridors.

                                ❝   there’s no hope for us and we don’t WANT any !   ❞