Jugglingbayonets - Courage The Cowardly Dog

Fumikage Tokoyami:

Brother this is embarrassing.

Eclipse: *holding him up like in Lion King*

I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR

FIFTEEN

YEARS TO DO THIS.

Mezo Shoji:

Why?

Eclipse:

You shouldn’t hold kids that are under 15 like this.

alfred having an embarrassing crush on gilbert that he genuinely couldn’t conceal at valley forge is a headcanon i’ll always stick with, but i do feel like even if he isn’t as polished as his older self, he also started learning to put on a performance for old world nations on his post independence please trade and be friends with me tour. it’s not the smug and confident world power persona of course, but he quite deliberately plays up being the charmingly unsophisticated, blue-eyed ingénue i feel, for the likes of everyone from russia to morocco to china. there’s a lot of flying by the seat of his pants, but the old world is all very interested in a new fresh faced young thing who has Arthur in a fury, so why not play up a persona as a wide eyed and somewhat innocent, but also rebellious debutante, that lets them feel amused and wise next to his provincial self if it gets him trade and treaties? why not indeed. showing people what they want to see and manipulating his public image to get what he wants is something alfred, the superpower, does all the time, after all.

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Rengoku is a puppy…………

YIPPPPIEEEE

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america goes to therapy.

DROP YOUR DX FOR VOX !!!!! Please and thank you.

I would like to preface all my posts on headcanons related to psychology and mental illness with a disclaimer: diagnosing mental conditions, especially personality disorders, can be extremely challenging. It's a complicated process that relies heavily on a psychologist's interpretation of facts, making it susceptible to biases. Personality disorders cannot be diagnosed based on surface-level observations and are not just labels that we can assign to people like in the case of MBTI. Additionally, I am not a clinician with any expertise in diagnosing people. Therefore, the following post should not be taken as a reliable professional opinion. It's simply my interpretation of the internal mechanisms that may be responsible for the behavior of certain characters in my fan fiction. Furthermore, I want to make it clear that I have no intention of stigmatizing people with personality disorders by associating them with villains. A personality disorder does not determine someone's character or make them a bad person. Some characters may be evil because of the choices they make, not as a result of their mental conditions.

(I've already posted some stuff here so I'm not going to repeat myself.)

Okay, so, Vox has Narcissistic Personality Disorder (NPD). It's crucial to distinguish this from "common narcissism" (people often described as "narcissists" by others just because they are egotist assholes; kinda ableist, you shouldn't do it because it's extremely stigmatizing towards people suffering with actual NPD) . While those individuals typically function well, those with NPD exhibit all the traits – grandiosity, egocentrism, attention-seeking, intense power fantasies – but as it's a disorder, these traits lead to inflexible and maladaptive patterns of behavior and cognition.

NPD has its roots in intense feelings of shame, low self-compassion, and self-loathing. In my interpretation, Vox has always felt inadequate. His father inherited an enormous amount of money, establishing a media conglomerate in the 20's. Vox's mother, captivated by the world of movies, used them to escape her reality as a trophy wife. Despite her dreams of becoming an actress, Vox's father, possessive and protective, prevented her entry into the entertainment industry. As a compromise, he made their son a child actor, with the condition that it would be temporary. When Vox grew older, he was expected to transition to learning business and other skills, ultimately to take over the family's empire.

So, Vox was never enough for either of his parents. His father thought of him as annoying and unserious due to his talkativeness and exaggerated behaviors, attributing it to growing up surrounded by actors. As for his mother... Vox turned out to be a terrible actor, struggling to convey emotions that weren't bombastic and over-the-top. Being a teenager is humiliating enough, but imagine being a teenager bad at something and forced to do it for a worldwide audience, when the whole production crew is annoyed with you. Fortunately, he grew up to be devilishly handsome (not to be a simp, I just believe someone must be handsome to endure the ethereal punishment of having their face swapped for a TV screen) and entertaining, leading them to make him a TV host and media personality.

Anyway, NPD is all about creating a perfect self and projecting it to the world when you're deeply ashamed of your true self. It means that, no matter what you're doing, you're constantly concerned about how it looks to other people. You constantly play an exhausting game, trying to win gold stars of social admiration for every-fucking-thing, guided by superficial ideals of wealth, perfection, beauty, and, above all, power. One reason Alastor's existence bothers Vox so much is the fact that he cannot comprehend the idea of someone choosing radio over his "objectively better and correct" medium. Vox lacks the ability to understand nuanced sentiments, which ironically makes him thrive in Hell. In this anarchocapitalist, lawless society, survival of the fittest prevails, and this is a game he excels at playing.

Generally, the best approach for individuals with NPD is to pull them out of delusional thinking by confronting their beliefs about the world and themselves with reality (it should be performed by qualified therapist, especially when someone hasn't completed any kind of therapeutic process yet). However, in Hell, Vox's behavior was no longer in violation of social norms; on the contrary, it was highly rewarded. Consequently, he completely lost his shit, became unhinged, and began acting on all his previously suppressed urges. He finally fulfilled all narcissistic power fantasies and became (almost) untouchable. Now, he's ready to kill anyone who questions him, seeing it as threatening to his fragile image of the perfect self.

He exhibits strong bipolar tendencies. Most of the time, he's power-tripping in a semi-maniacal state. Periodically, he undergoes deep, depressive episodes, locking himself up in his apartment and avoiding interaction.

Constantly guarding this fragile image of the perfect self that he built is exhausting. The bigger this image gets, the more fragile it becomes, like a house of cards. And guarding it becomes more and more exhausting. But there's nothing scarier than the idea of the facade falling apart and people seeing him as he is: imperfect and vulnerable, damaged and ashamed, rotten and evil. Deep down, he knows he's unlovable, and it hurts. He knows that true love exists; he craves this ultimate form of admiration and devotion, but it requires vulnerability and honesty, which he's not capable of. He's only vulnerable with Valentino, and only occasionally when he's intoxicated or when Val fucks every last thought out of his body. He's very much a controlling top insecure about his masculinity, so the latter happens rarely.

Also, drugs. Oh, do this man enjoy some coke. Other drugs and booze, not so much; they make him feel less in control. But getting coked up, going out, causing a scene, killing some poor souls, and relishing this feeling of being completely untouchable? Feels so good.

When it comes to Alastor, he hates him because he's jealous. Despite all his efforts—building a perfect persona, a perfect company, perfect entertainment—this stinky, outdated, and boring radio demon gets so much attention and admiration that should be his. Moreover, he feels that Alastor can see right through his bullshit. He's so paranoid about it that he's almost certain Alastor knows about his childhood traumas, about his death, about all his truths, and could one day broadcast it for all people of Hell to hear. So, he needs him dead.

Note: these headcanons (especially Vox's past) are very important part of my fanfiction. Please feel free to use them in your fics but I'll appreciate if you tag me 🩷

I wonder if Alfred ever dusts off his law degree (s) and goes plays lawyer for a bit 

I'm thinking he either finds the funniest most insane lawsuit filed and picks it up or he works for free for some smaller case that he cares about but knows the person won't have the money for a proper fancy lawyer 

Or or imagine in a public knowledge AU and you are in night court when the judge says, "oh look your government appointed lawyer is here" and you turn around its just the fucking United States of America because he got in trouble during a recent trip to Las Vegas and congress is having him work as a public defender for the next 6 months to earn back his credit cards and to prove to them he understands what public indecency laws are

This their one and only vibe, good day

Alfred is actually very prim and proper when it comes to social events. Everything has to go according to plan or it makes him extremely frustrated and antsy.

When he would throw dinner parties, he followed a very strict English-style protocol, and he always planned things months in advance. Even though he’s relaxed a lot during modern times, he has very bad organizational anxiety and has to make sure everything is perfect before starting an event. He is very likely to wear formal attire at those times.

He’s also not sloppy, he’s one of the best dressed nations at meetings, because he refuses to dress anything other than appropriate. It’s mostly due to his upbringing from England and how most business men and women dress in the US.