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shiny-holographic-star · 3 months

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Sirene asteroid (1009) observations

Sagittarius Sirene people appeal to others when they're fulfilling their purpose or having a clear direction in their lives. For example, my cousin has this placement, and she's able to appeal to others when she's so sure about being a dancer, believing that she was made for that, following the direction set by her heart/intuition without questioning it.

I have this placement too, and I think people come to me a lot in search for answers, to understand themselves better since Sagittarius is all about expanding ourselves.

Sirene in the 5th house is about mesmerizing people when you're in the spotlight, being confident and letting yourself shine. Also when performing, so this is a good placement for celebrities. My cousin has this, and she grabs everyone's attention when dancing, plus her personality (5H) is very charismatic.

I also have Sirene in the 5th House, and I'm not so comfortable in the spotlight which to me comes from the Capricorn degree (10°, 22°). This brings delays and challenges when it comes to you expressing or getting used to this alluring energy. You have lessons to learn before you're able to own this energy.

A Leo degree shows that you're confident to use this energy, you were born to be seen and to shine under the spotlight! Guess who has this. Yes, my cousin 💃🏻⭐️ It's worth noting though, that she has insecurities and suffers from anxiety, but she still loves the spotlight and wants to shine.

Libra Sirene attracts people when they show a chill attitude, by wanting to make everyone feel comfortable or included, by using a soft voice and having a great sense of aesthetics. My dad, for example, uses a soft voice when he wants to be polite or liked by others, and shows a super chill attitude with my sister and I's friends. A couple of my girl friends simped for him 😷

My sister has this placement too and she's the type to try and include everyone in the conversation, plus she too softens her voice when being polite or wanting to be liked? She also has a great eye for fashion. And with her friends she appears more chill than how she really is (she's crazy, your honor - in a good way).

Jungkook from BTS has Libra Sirene and his singing voice is very soft compared to what I thought it would sound like at first.

He also has Sirene in the 9th House so he might drawn in more foreign fans than korean. This placement could indicate being alluring when you're open to learn from other cultures or expand your understanding of things. Think about ambiences like college, school, foreing countries.

Scorpio Siren could be appealing when they're intense, reserved, observant, alert. Also, when they're being toxic (controlling or uninterested) or give off that aura of bad boy. For example, one of my exes has this, and he pulled me in with little to no effort, he used to take his time replying to my messages and I waited for him, thinking about what he could be doing and wishing for his attention. 🤢

A high school friend has this placement too, and he had this air or mystery when he actually was doing nothing? He has Scorpio Sun conjunct Sirene, and he wasn't easy to get close to at first. It's like he gave off an air of "I'm on my own, don't bother me", and some girls pinned after him.

Virgo Sirene people are alluring when they keep a humble attitude, lending their attention to you and recognizing they can learn something from anyone. My grandma and two friends (a guy and a girl) sometimes would ask me for advice, to explain something to them or to give them my opinion about something, and as I reply they'd look at me with the utmost attention, not wanting to miss any detail. They look at you recognizing the value of your words and that's so wholesome, it makes you feel heard and appreciated.

Sirene in the 1st House might give a great first impression considering it's the house of beginnings. They might be the person people notice or get curious about first in a group, and nobody knows why; it's unconscious. They also might atract people when they take initiative, which movilizes or motivates others. They seem like they would do good in a leadership position, people would be drawn to listening to them (especially when they're in the energy of the sign their Sirene asteroid falls under).

For example, a Virgo Sirene in the 1st House person might drawn people in by taking iniciative and assuming the role of a leader in a humble way, paying attention to everyone's input and striving to reach their ideal.

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piouscatholic · 7 months

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It is good for us to have trials and troubles at times, for they often remind us that we are on probation and ought not to hope in any worldly thing.

It is good for us sometimes to suffer contradiction, to be misjudged by men even though we do well and mean well.

These things help us to be humble and shield us from vainglory.

When to all outward appearances men give us no credit, when they do not think well of us, then we are more inclined to seek God Who sees our hearts.

Therefore,

a man ought to root himself so firmly in God that he will not need the consolations of men.

When a man of good will is afflicted, tempted, and tormented by evil thoughts, he realizes clearly that his greatest need is God, without Whom he can do no good.

Saddened by his miseries and sufferings,

he laments and prays.

He wearies of living longer and wishes for death that he might be dissolved and be with Christ.

Then he understands fully that perfect security and complete peace cannot be found on earth.

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So long as we live in this world we cannot escape suffering and temptation.

Whence it is written in Job:

"The life of man upon earth is a warfare."(1)

Everyone, therefore, must guard against temptation and must watch in prayer lest the devil, who never sleeps but goes about seeking whom he may devour, find occasion to deceive him.

No one is so perfect or so holy but he is sometimes tempted; man cannot be altogether free from temptation.

Yet temptations, though troublesome and severe, are often useful to a man, for in them he is humbled, purified, and instructed.

The saints all passed through many temptations and trials to profit by them, while those who could not resist became reprobate and fell away.

There is no state so holy, no place so secret that temptations and trials will not come.

Man is never safe from them as long as he lives, for they come from within us -- in sin we were born.

When one temptation or trial passes, another comes; we shall always have something to suffer because we have lost the state of original blessedness.

Many people try to escape temptations, only to fall more deeply.

We cannot conquer simply by fleeing, but by patience and true humility we become stronger than all our enemies.

The man who only shuns temptations outwardly and does not uproot them will make little progress; indeed they will quickly return, more violent than before.

Little by little, in patience and long-suffering you will overcome them, by the help of God rather than by severity and your own rash ways.

Often take counsel when tempted; and do not be harsh with others who are tempted, but console them as you yourself would wish to be consoled.

The beginning of all temptation lies in a wavering mind and little trust in God, for as a rudderless ship is driven hither and yon by waves, so a careless and irresolute man is tempted in many ways.

Fire tempers iron and temptation steels the just.

Often we do not know what we can stand, but temptation shows us what we are.

Above all, we must be especially alert against the beginnings of temptation, for the enemy is more easily conquered if he is refused admittance to the mind and is met beyond the threshold when he knocks.

Someone has said very aptly: "Resist the beginnings; remedies come too late, when by long delay the evil has gained strength."

First, a mere thought comes to mind, then strong imagination, followed by pleasure, evil delight, and consent.

Thus, because he is not resisted in the beginning, Satan gains full entry.

And the longer a man delays in resisting, so much the weaker does he become each day, while the strength of the enemy grows against him.

Some suffer great temptations in the beginning of their conversion, others toward the end, while some are troubled almost constantly throughout their life.

Others, again, are tempted but lightly according to the wisdom and justice of Divine Providence Who weighs the status and merit of each and prepares all for the salvation of His elect.

We should not despair, therefore, when we are tempted, but pray to God the more fervently that He may see fit to help us, for according to the word of Paul, He will make issue with temptation that we may be able to bear it.

Let us humble our souls under the hand of God in every trial and temptation for He will save and exalt the humble in spirit.

In temptations and trials the progress of a man is measured; in them opportunity for merit and virtue is made more manifest.

When a man is not troubled it is not hard for him to be fervent and devout, but if he bears up patiently in time of adversity, there is hope for great progress.

Some, guarded against great temptations, are frequently overcome by small ones in order that, humbled by their weakness in small trials, they may not presume on their own strength in great ones.

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ahb-writes · 1 year

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Comics Review: ‘Squire’

Squire by Sara Alfageeh My rating: 4 of 5 stars Disillusionment is a pacifying gaze into the unknown. For the time it takes to thumb away one's anxieties for the comforts of an invented truth, the reality underfoot has already shifted. In SQUIRE, Aiza, a teenager and a dreamer, enlists in the regional army to better her station. The girl is awkward and gangly, but filled with a bounty of spirit that will take her far. She's a good kid. But a burgeoning empire, dark with ambition, has no place for good kids. The land of Bayt-Sajji is an empire looking to the past as well as to the future. Its leaders crave the history and lore it has crafted for young people to admire, and its soldiers lift their heads high in pursuit of the typical, war-for-peace refrain that marks all great countries as such. Bayt-Sajji is not entirely homogenous, and has made room for the many peoples it has absorbed, displaced, conquered, or entreated. Aiza, of Ornu, is among them. Still, the Bayt-Sajji empire presses on. What can a teenager born (and stuck) in a settlement of ethnic Ornu hope to achieve? Where does her individuality lie when so much about her family, self, and culture are spoken for? Aiza is fed up with being poor, ignored, slandered, and wielded as an excuse for others' failings. She wants more. She wants adventure. She wants a life of her own. She joins the army. SQUIRE tracks Aiza's efforts to survive the skills training associated with her enlistment. She's not the only youngster with her eyes on becoming a squire, who might then become knight, named and revered throughout the land. She may not have the years of adolescent horseback training, or bookkeeping experience, or academic intuition of her peers. But Aiza's no quitter. The graphic novel privileges the eagerness of a scrawny girl as its primary point-of-view, but makes a hardy effort to accommodate the numerous, sometimes accidental perspectives and views that come with military enlistment. Wielded more heavily in the book's closing arc than in its earlier parts, these secondary perspectives provide Aiza's story with much needed depth. It's one thing for a teenager to come to terms with the greed of the military; it's something else entirely for this character to witness the different ways this greed can manifest, all of which have experience proving themselves valid. The book's social commentary is obvious, but not so blunt as to defer character growth. Each character has their own needs. Some recruits come from humble origins. Some recruits are the progeny of politicians. Some recruits prize their country so much, they mistake their arrogance for patriotism. Some recruits have enlisted out of what appears, at first glance, to have been pure boredom. Husni is the son of a trader. Sahar is a girl from the mountains. Basem is the son of a senator. And as these characters navigate their training, they are eased deeper and deeper into the knowledge and the history the empire prefers they accept rather than the more complicated truths that lie beneath the surface. What defines a hero? For whose glory and whose honor does the hero sacrifice? What defines a traitor? By whose laws and whose belligerence does the traitor earn their infamy? General Hende is knowledgeable, but her trade is violence. Doruk the groundskeeper has only one arm, but none of the recruits have the courage to ask him why. Readers may require a bit of patience to feel fully immersed in this graphic novel. The book begins with an easy, modest pace (Aiza acclimating to her enlistment), only to shift and lean into a more aggressive tale (Aiza fighting for her place; Aiza finding purpose in her enlistment). For better or worse, the second half of SQUIRE invariably reads a lot swifter than the first half. To the creative team's credit, the secondary cast's involvement pushes the pace quite successfully. Visually, the book fits snugly among the plethora of comics whose characters inhabit their awkward youths with every step. Aiza is scrawny, cocks her head when she yells, and expresses greater outrage when her friends are harmed than when she herself is wronged. This girl is all elbows and eyebrows, but she's also intensely likable. The adult characters are kept to a minimum, but most are treated well enough. Regrettably, all of the named adult characters have a speechifying purpose. The creative team's use of darker or low-value color combinations pulls readers into experiencing this quest among the recruits as necessarily among the dirt, the shadows, and the steam of an antique tea pot. Broadly, the choice of low values is great for placing such a story in the fictional geographic intersection of Southeastern Europe and Southwestern Asia, but more acutely, the preponderance of oranges, reds, and browns can give scenes a sense of the world being exquisitely dull. SQUIRE is fun but takes its time integrating readers into the story at hand. One largely figures this is the case because readers track Aiza's journey, step for step. The reader cannot presume too much if the main character does not presume enough to care. The reader cannot enjoy or despise the secondary characters too much, if the main character herself knows so little about them. Certainly, it's no coincidence that numerous panels cut off General Hende's eyes whenever she makes a forward suggestion. But trusting Aiza will find her way, with or without the help of her friends and instructors, is part of the book's hook.

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spokewordrvel · 2 years

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On behalf of our mother, brothers, sisters, nephews, nieces, grandchildren and great grandchildren we would like to thank you all for being here today to remember our father.

I was asked by my sister to find the best and most articulate way to eulogize our father, I began the process by doing as much as I could to find the best way and format to chronicle his life. Well that wasn’t as easy as I thought it might be, most in part to the fact that my memories and those from my mother, my brothers and sisters of our father and her husband are different from what I remember and so forth as to all those who knew him. The best that I could hope for is to ask you all in attendance to think of the times that we all interacted with our father independently and or as a family and let those memories in as I speak and read from different writings, bible passages and those who inspire me. The first reading is from the book of Psalms 27:4

4 One thing I ask from the Lord, this only do I seek: that I may dwell in the house of the Lord all the days of my life, to gaze on the beauty of the Lord and to seek him in his temple.

Like many of us we find value in certain things in life and do the best to achieve them and or succeed in them, although our father was of a different breed, and in my life and that of our family I don’t believe I ever, no I know I didn’t see my dad buy a new car, look for a some type of monetary and or object that he needed to have, now I’m not saying that there is anything wrong with wanting a new car and or an object we perceive as something he need to have although by the same token he didn’t find value in this, oh I’m sure he would have loved a new car or something that some of us would perceive as a need in life, he worked his whole life and at times I resented that……I thought why can’t we go on vacation, have a new car, a new bike. Funny thing is that as a father, husband and Grandfather I now know I was wrong in those thoughts. Like myself and my brothers and sisters we learned the value of a hard day of work, for me it took a bit longer to find that value, and unknown to me our father instilled in me and without me even knowing it! He worked his whole life making his home his castle, and his hard work shown through at the results of the transformation from its humble beginnings to what his home is now. I say his home, because well…..a man’s home is his castle.

The following are exerts from a preacher/pastor I found on line, now the words I speak are not per verbatim although for me they have the same meaning and my love for our Lord and Savior comes from my heart, through prayer, the bible and life itself…

Sometimes I feel like I’m caught up in a world with my past mistakes

I don’t look back because it’s my past, I hate, but you can’t travel backwards to yesterday

And the more I try the less I pray.

I guess it’s hard to talk to God when you’re ashamed

Just trying to share something and inspire the masses

But how do I manage this it was never taught in our classes.

I kept my head low as I passed people in the halls I never expected to be somebody when I was a kid

I never expected to be somebody to know how to live I’ve always been the type to do things myself

But lately I’ve been picking up the bible a lot off my shelf.

This poem isn’t for you; this poem is for me, someday I hope to be left alone, someday when I’m free

And I hope someday all this would have been worth it

Imagine being eighty, only to look back on your past and curse it so let me write this clearly

I don’t need to write it in cursive

To tell you that even though you think highly of me

I think I’m worthless

And nothing you say or do will make me think less of this.

I pray one day this will all be worth it

I pray one day I can say this………

As I stand here and speak these words that I have written I’m reminded of the fact that in life there is death and as we are born we pass…..it is with the grace of God and our legacy of life that we measure a person’s worth, is the person who attends church every day more of value than the person who only went on holidays, wedding or funerals. I don’t believe so, because the God I worship has taught me that he loves everyone the same and that the person with no sin be the first to cast the first stone. Our father was a man of integrity, he never coveted on thing from another person, and he never bore false witness, nor did he steal cheat or lie…………that my friend is a person of God. That my friend is a child of our Lord and Savior. Our father had six children of his own and three Bree-children, Theresa, Crystal and George Jr. now don’t get me wrong, George Rodriguez Sr. was never out of his children’s life for one minute, although as I have found from my own daughter and her family living with us for a short time, you become a father figure to your own grandchildren when they live with you. A God given blessing that only a few of us are blessed to receive, I watched as my nephew and nieces grew every day that much better with their Grand Father in their immediate lives and I saw the pride he took in them every day. I pray they will find solace in the knowledge that he is no longer suffering and no longer alone, he is with his own Father, his compadre Raul, his compadres wife Maryann and so many other including our Tio Raul who has been called home by our lord and savior this past week. Please pray for all those we love and miss so dearly.

The final reading will be from the book of Isaiah 40:28-31………………

28 do you not know? Have you not heard? The lord is the everlasting God,

The creator of the ends of the earth. He will not grow weary, and his

Understanding no one can fathom. 29 He gives strength to the weary and increases the power of the weak. 30 Even the youth grow tired and weary, and young men stumble and fall;

31But those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on the wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will not be faint

In closing………….this was the man we called our Father, Esteban Velador

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punkpandapatrixk · 2 years

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November Energy Report 🐞🐍⛲🐝ALL SIGNS

With the elements/signs of the zodiac, you can freely use your Sun, Moon, Rising/Ascendant, or even your Stellium (❗️)

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General energy: Do things differently if you want a different outcome. The process of change can often be challenging for human beings because they have a lot of fears, doubts, worries—because they do not understand the cyclical nature of Life. Everything old and stale must die so the new and fresh can be born. Don't be afraid of letting go; don't be afraid of losing things; the new will always be better... until what was new is now old and must die to be reborn as something better. Above all else, don't be afraid of becoming new.

Death & Rebirth for 🐞Aries Leo Sagittarius

Some of you have squandered a lot of money; perhaps for an investment. Some of you have simply lost a lot of money in unfortunate turns of events. Some of you... have also been struggling with not having money at all. At any rate, inside your head there's a lot of unrest and distress revolving abundance.

This month, although it may be scary or challenging in varying ways according to your unique situations, try to learn to relax a bit. If anything, rather than preoccupying yourself with methods and strategies for increasing prosperity, you ought to actually indulge in self-care that gets you to developing the rich person mindset.

Perhaps some teachings by masters like Rob T. Kiyosaki could help. Perhaps the weird and wonderful Wu Wei philosophy could help. Find your own method and above all else, realise that the truly fulfiling abundance—and prosperity—blooms from the lighthearted thoughts you allow to encircle your mind.

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Death & Rebirth for 🐍Taurus Virgo Capricorn

Lethargy. Lethargy. Lethargy. A life in which the only true law is to live in accordance with the norms, rules, demands, and expectations of others who are also bound by the arbitrary normalcy of the greater society... Aren't you already tired of this? Meanwhile, some of you are simply stuck in your ways because sticking to a routine helps you feel sane. But one does not find flowers on a concrete path.

Although a sense of security (whether it involves material possessions; just having a tried and true routine or ways of doing things; or a long-term, flawless goal) is important, your being afraid of variety is only destroying your mental health, slowly from the inside.

I think what you truly need to learn this month is be more honest with yourself. Have a nice self-conversation with yourself and truly get to know the REAL you. The real person that is YOU—just you and your desires that aren't tarnished by other people's stupid and selfish opinions of what and how Life should be lived according to all the good books of good conduct. What's so fun about being, good?

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Death & Rebirth for ⛲Gemini Libra Aquarius

It's truly THE time to look beyond, and plan ahead for a luxurious Lyfe~! Let's say... you'll be LUCKY a lot this month if you spend a lot of your energy on truly drafting the Life you want to have. Even if you just daydream most days. Dreams are the seeds of Reality, remember that.

Creating true abundance, as well as satisfaction and happiness, that truly lasts is no easy feat. People always say,

Rome wasn't built in a day

likewise, your ideal livelihood may require many years of putting in the work and resolving difficult challenges. But all great things begin with a humble daydream, and, the courage to take the very FIRST STEP.

The Universe likes to pour blessings on those whose hearts are full of courage. It's just the obstacles—the blessings in disguise—are sometimes too annoying to regard highly. It's okay. You can complain all the way. Just take that first step and see where that takes you first~💙

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Death & Rebirth for 🐝Cancer Scorpio Pisces

For whatever reason, you've been quite miserly... with your loving energy. Let me make this make sense. Being a Water Sign, it is nature to be so loving and full of care towards others, and towards yourself. But perhaps it is through years of bad experiences with hurtful human beings, you've somehow someway chosen to harden.

This isn't to say this in itself is wrong or whatever—first, understand this. We all have our own coping mechanisms in this cold and cruel world. However, the lovely and gentle energy of this November month is inviting you to take a better look at your Heart. Your naturally watery and loving Heart.

You have so much potential for Love for you have so much of it deep in the well of your consciousness. More than anybody else, you're the most tapped into this Cosmic Love energy. So, if you can and if you're interested in it, use this month to self-reflect a lot whilst enjoying drowning in autumn aesthetics indulgence🍁

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dinosaurloverman · 3 years

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This is the energy log of shova lien. Atleast what the humans pronounce my name as.

I have been here for a very long time. Since the major human calander year of 20××. We came here to visit. To learn. To record and see all that there is. That is the purpose to our lives we have collectively chosen to do.

Other species we have met have decided other things to do. To spread out. To survive. To become immortal. To ascend.

I do not know what happened to these races we have met. I have not slept in what humans called centuries. I do not know why nor is it of major concern. It is natural to me it seems.

When we came to this world the humans were in the beginning of a war. What they called a world War. Their third world War. The fighting stopped as soon as touched the soft plants under our feet. However one of the nation's weapons, a nuclear bomb had already launched. Before it even got close to damaging this planet. The earth we took it away. Away from the world and to explode like a star among the other stars. It would never hurt a soul again.

Many of the humans were terrified of us. Some called us "angels" devoted temples to our names and bodies. Others used us or attempted to use us as excuses to harm themselves and others. However there was a number of the population who were excited to meet us. To find out they were alone. They were alone in a solar system that should have held many other peoples.

They would fight. Sometimes to kill. Sometimes for fun. Sometimes in what they called a druken state. They were as if monsters. They could lose entire limbs and continue to fight. We had only ever seen this In afew other species. They continued to fight in land that was entirely barren of life. Toxic. Radioactive. On fire. Or frozen. The weapons they used were projectile based. Devastating to any organic body. And so many different types. If their ranged failed they would get up close to one another using whatever they could to harm or kill. Fists, rocks, branches, knifes. So much death and destruction for such a young species.

So we stayed for a long time. Atleast what could be considered long for humans. As we did the humans suffered political strife. Some wished for our extinction matter where our brothers or sisters or mothers or fathers resided. Be they on earth or entire universes away. We did not wish this. Others wanted to worship us. Make us gods. We did not wish this. And others again wishes us extracted, harvested I'm hopes of gaining what we are. This is the time I learned emotion.

My rage and frustration was great. My normally opal like skin turned molten red. The world seemed to burn with my anger. My frustration towards the small humans before me. The sheer fear on their faves was blind to me as I roared anger towards them as they and no other creature had ever seen on this planet. It was only after intervention of our groups elder hunan did my rage stop. I learned emotion that day. I learned anger. Then I learned sorrow as I wept for my reaction and the sheer fear infront of me. And in many human years later did I learn joy when in my solitude did I see life being born.

The humans called them Turtles or tortoises depending on shells, legs, and diet. Such small things crawling out of hard shells and soft dirt infront of me. No protector. No guidance. Just experience. So many other creatures came to feast on them. I once again learned another thing. Protection. From the moment they were born to when they were adults o protected them all. Not one died under my watch. Nor did the predators who hunted them. This is when I returned to my group where I was welcomed back as if I had never left before. And so we stayed for a very long time.

Humanity seemed to change with our presence on the earth. They grew much older then before. They became compassionate. They wee smarter. They loved even more then before. They threw away their weapons of killing one another and instead turned to devices of protection. Of defense. Diseases would not harm them as greatly as they had before. The whole of the world healed entirely, life flourished greatly as if it has exploded. The world changed and it seemed for the better.

My kind left the world. I decided to stay here. I like this world. Despite having been toward every corner across this world I still have so much to see and experience. That was a long time ago. For humans atleast. I still see the children of the animals I protected every day. I still am visited by many humans in forest. I still sing with the birds that fly and listen to the wind in the trees. This is a beautiful world.

I have come to learn another important thing. A human had come to "interview" me. To learn of me and from me. He told me something. That "humans are still savanna apes with bombs and weapons". At this time humanity changing and changing for what they believed and what I believed to be better. But from their history texts, I have to agree with that reporter. They have grown in technology and land so much and so fast their bodies and evolution had not kept up. Now however they are peace with one another. With the world's they inhabit and in the universe we all exist in.

There was another who taught me something. That we must revist the world's we discovered. We must open the dirt and find the stone. For there is more history to learn and see. The humans called them dragons, paleo ecology, titans, and their true name: dinosaurs. And they were not the first known life forms there. Before them were the first life forms, the aquatic anthropods. This has shown me there is still so much to learn on all worlds.

The year is now 30××. I have been here for a very long time. I have seen much great and small changes in the human species. I have seen then as violent warriors. Now they are wise humble people. They fight still but not in the ways they did before. They have changed and for the better. They longer fight against one another. Now they fight in defense. In great fleets that can blot out entire sky's. They fight with weapons that have startled even me. They have medicines and techniques that have led them to a prosperous future. They will be long lived. And I will see them to the end.

For all my brother and sisters across the stars of the infinite sky's hear my message. Hear my words and know I will not be vanished. I live along side the humans. I am still here. I am still learning and growing. This is the energy message of Shova Lien

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imalwaystiredzzz · 3 years

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C2: Sisyphus happy. Yan Zhongli x Reader

Warning: Yandere behavior, unhealthy relationships

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“Perhaps you would fear if you saw me, and love is all I ask. There is a necessity that keeps me hidden now. Only believe.” - Cupid and Psyche ══════════════════════════════════

You have a dream; heavy and looming as you carry a boulder on your fragile back. It dares to crush you under its weight, while you trudge up a steep path towards the peak of this mountain. The sun glares with its heat like a guard set to watch your endless labor, sweat trickles down like rain on your skin as you pray for water.

The relief comes in the form of waking from this endless dream.

Breath. Breath. Breath. You breath as if your lungs were crushed and you had drowned in earth, wondering why the familiar pain of doing so was gone. “Slowly,” smooth like velvet and deep that it reverberates to your being, your dear husband hushes next to you observing for any hint - even a twitch - that you might need help.

“I felt like I had a really long dream,” you say, sitting up from the warm sheets of your shared bed.

“Care to tell me what it is about?” He is the epitome of patience practiced and perfected, waiting for your reply; though try as you might to remember what it was, the dream had long slipped from your mind like sand held between cupped hands, flowing and flowing until nothing is left.

“Have I been asleep long?” Voice groggy and eyes a bit blinded by the light, small hands felt the sheets on his side, the warmth and ghost of his form long gone, your dutiful husband, always awake and dressed before you even rouse from slumber.

Zhongli leans toward you, his gloved fingers graze your cheeks with tenderness only to tuck a strand behind your ear and it is warm as the morning sun that rises on your window. “It’s alright, I know that you need rest after our move.”

You blush, heart soaring like a pure maiden in love with her suitor even though it is none other than your husband who gives you his full attention. It’s supposed to be endearing. It is endearing. Yet there is an ache at the back of your head, that something is amiss.

His fingers, barely touching your skin, made you think of claws, long and sharp, shining with polish. You brush it aside, under the bed long forgotten in the dark, while you would begin your routine.

You could say that a day does not begin when you wake, rather it is when you make his tea.

He once told you that brewing is an art no less than painting or writing, it is not a matter of simply sprinkling leaves on a clay pot. It is a meditation and a ceremony practiced to bring forth a harmony of earth and water.

You take his words to heart. You take almost all his words to heart and memorize them the way he recites poems to you before bed. You command air to bring forth an aroma that allures the butterflies and with practiced elegance, you hold the Yixing teapot to pour him his cup while Zhongli is nothing but a spectator to this show.

There are no words exchanged before he sips. It is a little game between you and him, a show of trust you would like to think. Even the heavens could not imagine Zhongli take abhorrent food, not even for his wife.

He is nothing but an expert, listing the leaves you secretly used and the flavor in full detail like a practiced line from a play. You’d wager that had he been blessed to borne out of better parents, had he been blessed with a better standing rather than a son of a merchant who had a herbalist like you for a wife, he would have stood as the finest in a world of history and art with those deft amber eyes that miss nothing.

Not even the way you look as he leaves through that door with a kiss.

A kiss of parting as you wave him goodbye, the wind whispering that this is not your simple husband, who goes down the mountain to sell herbs and trade merchandise in the city. He is your foreign husband, who disappears from your presence and hides a secret deeper than the mines the humans could hope to till.

But who is to listen to the wind? Zhongli tells you that it is nothing but your active imagination and you are nothing but (Y/n) (l/n), a herbalist, who belongs to the soil.

This thought repeats in your head like a broken record and rings in your ear.

It is spring now, you remember looking up and thanking the clouds and the lush leaves of the tree that hide the harsh glare of the afternoon sun. The grass was evergreen and the wind smell of the oncoming summer heat, fragrant with flowers that bloom in the wild.

In spring, he tells you that a gardener is happy for the harvest is abundant and the lands teems with life. In spring, you should be happy.

The plants are alive and they grow easy, they are not shriveled by the summer heat nor do they hide under the ground because of the winter. The flowers and herbs bloom, almost too perfectly as if the little pots were visited by the dendro archcon themselves in your sleep.

You are (Y/n) (l/n). In spring, you should be alive.

Yet cannot help but notice the absence of the worms nor ants that you once complained about. Once upon a time, you would be maneuvering them all throughout the day away from the lush green leaves and bountiful earth. And sometimes your imagination would play tricks and whispers of their avoidance.

“What cruel little pest,” you tell the soil while planting new seeds until the sun goes down and hides from the skies, when you light the lamps in the house, but most especially by the door, red and glowing like a star against the vast darkness of this lonely mountain.

Hoping, praying that this simple light will lead him back, if he might ever be lost in the shadows in the road.

Even before he walks through the door, your ears are listening to the whispers of the air that carries his footsteps as it taps the ground so when he opens the door, you are there with a warm welcoming smile and a kiss to his cheeks, heart calm as you know he is safe and he is here. He is home.

You should laugh, really. Your husband who has mapped this mountain like the back of his hand would never be lost but the anxiousness of it never fades. A perpetual worrier, he would call you with eyes lost, staring at yet never really seeing. You know that he has his moments, he doesn’t mean to show, it is fleeting as it comes and no more than a blink of an eye hence you blink and pretend that you don’t see and lead him by the hand to the table neatly set and filled with warm food.

You dine as he talks about the people he has met and worked with in the city, how the land has begun to thrive and the mora flowing. He tells you of a harbor, where boats are ever growing in size as the days go by and the merchants travelling to do business within it. As far as you can remember, there was never dinner where Zhongli does not talk endlessly about the city - always proud yet humble like a poem, you would think that he talks about it like a child of his own.

“I wonder when will I see the lights of the city from here.” You don’t know what compelled you to say this, maybe it was the stories that he never ceased to tell, maybe it was the lantern that still hung lit outside and darkness that encloses it like a sky with a single star. He pauses, struck and still as a statue, he looks at you in a way that you have never seen before.

This smile is is not warm as the morning sun when you wake; it is not tight and constricted when he leaves; nor is it practiced the way it would fall so easily on his visage like a mask; rather this smile dims the glow in his amber eyes and wrinkles the skin akin to sadness and guilt held back.

He reaches for your hand on the other side of the table and kisses it, tenderly, gently as if you are glass that would break with a tap and this is his silent promise that you feel would never come to fruition, “Maybe one day when you are feeling better.”

The routine ends when your dear husband leads you to bed, the fire closed and you are both in the dark. Tonight he kisses you with unhinged passion, holding unto your small form against him like you were about to disappear into thin air and he is a stone cage.

“Is it so selfish of me to keep you by my side and never want to let go?”

He asked barely a whisper above your skin, like a prayer to a god that never answers while the only thing on your heart was pity for your dear husband’s deep sadness, who was an embodiment tragedy that could make you cry.

Had you been born with a stronger body, maybe then you could promise him tomorrow and the rest of your days yet you are nothing but ephemeral so you don’t speak; simply hold his arms, firm and hard under your touch briefly wondering why you thought of scales, mighty and solid as the unblemished core lapis from deep underneath. Under your fingertips he is foreign yet familiar, in every wrong and right way possible. “You have enraptured me, body and soul. I will always love you, even after I have long passed”

“Is that what it means to love”

“That is what it means to be human.”

You fall asleep, long before he does. He holds your hand, tightly.

Step by step by step. An endless walk as you contemplate: why? What sin so great that you have committed for this to be an equal torture. And yet even as millennium of wondering have passed you don’t know, rather you’ve forgotten, memories and thoughts lost in the pain that seeps into the bone, desert in your throat and the eyes that cannot see the peak of this mountain you climb.

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anghraine · 3 years

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I was drafting a much longer post that meandered around, so trying for a shorter version:

One of the things that I think people sometimes struggle w/ wrt Austen is what she generally calls “consequence.”

Social consequence is related to rank, but it’s not quite the same thing; there are certainly characters in her novels who look down on people who have precedence over them. Rank goes into consequence, but other things do, too. There’s wealth, of course, but you can be wealthy and of fairly low consequence. There’s the origin of whatever wealth you have. There are familial and social relationships with other people that affect it—“connections.” There’s education. There are straightforward power and influence. There are reputation and respectability. It’s really complicated.

It’s interesting that it’s so often mishandled/overlooked/simplified/etc, because the term (in this sense) shows up a lot in P&P.

Winding all the way back to Ch 3, Darcy says:

“I am in no humour at present to give consequence to young ladies who are slighted by other men.”

We later hear of Lydia:

She had high animal spirits, and a sort of natural self-consequence.

Mr Collins of Anne de Bourgh:

“I have more than once observed to Lady Catherine, that her charming daughter seemed born to be a duchess, and that the most elevated rank, instead of giving her consequence, would be adorned by her.”

Mr Collins and Mrs Phillips:

In describing to her all the grandeur of Lady Catherine and her mansion, with occasional digressions in praise of his own humble abode, and the improvements it was receiving, he was happily employed until the gentlemen joined them; and he found in Mrs Phillips a very attentive listener, whose opinion of his consequence increased with what she heard.

Wickham about Darcy:

“The world is blinded by his fortune and consequence, or frightened by his high and imposing manners, and sees him only as he chooses to be seen.”

Wickham about Darcy again:

“He does not want abilities. He can be a conversible companion if he thinks it worth his while. Among those who are at all his equals in consequence, he is a very different man from what he is to the less prosperous. His pride never deserts him; but with the rich he is liberal-minded, just, sincere, rational, honourable, and perhaps agreeable—allowing something for fortune and figure.”

Charlotte wrt Wickham and Darcy:

When the dancing recommenced, however, and Darcy approached to claim her hand, Charlotte could not help cautioning her in a whisper, not to be a simpleton, and allow her fancy for Wickham to make her appear unpleasant in the eyes of a man ten times his consequence.

Elizabeth wrt Mr Collins and Darcy:

“You are not going to introduce yourself to Mr Darcy!”

“Indeed I am. I shall entreat his pardon for not having done it earlier. I believe him to be Lady Catherine’s nephew. It will be in my power to assure him that her ladyship was quite well yesterday se’nnight.”

Elizabeth tried hard to dissuade him from such a scheme, assuring him that Mr Darcy would consider his addressing him without introduction as an impertinent freedom, rather than a compliment to his aunt; that it was not in the least necessary there should be any notice on either side; and that if it were, it must belong to Mr Darcy, the superior in consequence, to begin the acquaintance.

Elizabeth about Bingley’s sisters and Darcy wrt Bingley:

“They may wish many things besides his happiness; they may wish his increase of wealth and consequence; they may wish him to marry a girl who has all the importance of money, great connections, and pride.”

Darcy’s first proposal:

His sense of her inferiority—of its being a degradation—of the family obstacles which had always opposed to inclination, were dwelt on with a warmth which seemed due to the consequence he was wounding, but was very unlikely to recommend his suit.

Darcy at Pemberley:

Never, even in the company of his dear friends at Netherfield, or his dignified relations at Rosings, had she seen him so desirous to please, so free from self-consequence or unbending reserve

Jane and Elizabeth with Mr Bennet after Lydia’s marriage:

But Jane and Elizabeth, who agreed in wishing, for the sake of their sister’s feelings and consequence, that she should be noticed on her marriage by her parents, urged him so earnestly yet so rationally and so mildly, to receive her and her husband at Longbourn, as soon as they were married, that he was prevailed on to think as they thought

Elizabeth wrt Darcy after her engagement:

she was aware that no one liked him but Jane; and even feared that with the others it was a dislike which not all his fortune and consequence might do away.

I mean ... the complexities around consequence and how it shapes character dynamics are super important to P&P. But I think it really often gets reduced to these very general categories or ranked tables or income equivalencies or whatnot, when there are a lot more factors that go into it and influence the characters’ sense of their social world.

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natsukitakama · 3 years

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Being in relationship with Porco would include

Author note : Hi there ! How are you ? I wrote most of it while I couldn’t sleep I hope it’ll be fine ♡ please let me know if you like it

just look at him please it should be illegal to look that good

Warning : slight mention of nsfw / some spoilers if you haven’t seen the new season of Attack on titans

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Him being cocky asf I swear he was born cocky. I don’t know if he is super confident or if he is just natural but he lives to tease the hell out of you

At first he might act as if he was not interest on you. But no one believed him, not when he constantly got his eyes on you. Alway looking for you even when you were surrounded by people because of a festivities or anything else.

Sometimes you’re just walking pass him and unfortunately you didn’t notice him but he did he always did. If you were more focused you would noticed how his eyes last on you.

When he flirts he flirts. He is super bold about it and won’t be afraid to be straight to you. Like one day you were working and didn’t notice him at first but he started to flirt with you with his stupid grin telling you how gorgeous you look today, how your cloth Underline your natural beauty.

I think he is kinda clingy, not in a wrong way. But sometimes when you two are chatting with each other he would brush his hands against yours just to have the pleasure of seeing goosebump on your body.

Or sometimes he will just bend slightly just enough so he could whisper in your ear, you would feel his breath on your neck wishing he could kiss your neck

He will just give him time

He might be at first being clingy in public or even showing you off, being an endian (even if he is a Titan) means he can’t do everything he wants to especially because he is afraid someone might try to take you away from him. It doesn’t matter if you’re a mahr or an eldian (though he might be even more anxious being close to you if you’re a mahr because he knows both of you would be in trouble but at the same time he got excited by the thought of you wanted him despite him being an endian) he would still be cautious while being with you in Public

When you two are in more private place though : he is clingy, he just can’t control his hands, they have to be on you (holding your hand, grabbing your ass, stroking your hips or your thigh).

He is not really into hug he prefers more sensual act of love like kissing, but if you’re running into him or just hug him when he goes home and you just hug him, his heart would melt. Don’t do it in front of Reiner he doesn’t want to be seen vulnerable : but I promise you he will blush like a tomato, even more if you’re kissing his cheeks.

Speaking of Reiner, be careful cause I can picture him to be jealous, like a lot, he is possessive man I can feel it. So everytime he will see you two chitchatting, Porco can’t help but need to mark his territory meaning he will put his arm around your shoulder, or even try to make you blush just to reminds Reiner that you’re his.

He tends to do it to every man he might feel uncomfortable (because they’re stronger, smarter or wealthier than him) especially if you’re mahr

He is always acting like he is super confident, but he remains a little brother : he can’t forgive himself for not discovering his big brother’s plan or for not being strong enough so the military won’t change his position for Reiner. Even if he has his own titans he is still jealous and bitter against Reiner

Sometimes he feels guilty for loving you : after all he only has couple of years to live while you would have an eternity without him. Even if he’ll probably tell you to live your life and find someone else, he can’t forgive himself. But he is very selfish, as soon as he falls in love with you he wanted to keep you all for himself.

Another angry baby (say hello Eren), even if he is pretty rough, you tend to not fight that much. Most of the time you can avoid argument because you’re calm enough to understand his point and to make a compromise so you two aren’t angry at each other.

But sometimes argument can’t be avoiding, so instead of yelling at you or be condescending most of the time he chooses to leave you for couple of hours just to relax. When he is calm enough he would go back to see you with a bouquet of flower to apologize for being an asshole

At the beginning of your relationship, you thought that you’re two were sexfriends cause honestly he always managed to have you under him or sometimes on his laps.

It didn’t help that he spent most of his time with Pieck, during a lot of time you believed he was into Pieck but couldn’t have her so he chooses you instead. It broke your heart and when you confront him well he didn’t react the way you thought he would. He just look at you deep in the eyes, he looked quite confuses : why would he date Pieck ? Why would he want to spend time with her while he could have quality time with you ?

The only thing he said that day was « are you blind ? »

His sex drive are pretty huge, maybe it’s because he is a beast and so he felt some animal instinct or because he just loves to hear you moaning his names, but it’s like he can’t never get enough of you.

You see it coming but he bites you a lot, he just loves that sometimes it’s the sight of his love marks on your body that turn him on for another round. You’ll be warned.

Don’t wear black lacy lingerie or you won’t leave your bedroom or with sore legs

Do not talk that much about his friends, but talks shit about Reiner I just can see him giving you 99999 reasons to not talk to him.

But with time he’ll talk a lot with you he just needs a little time especially about his brother : he is still bitter about it.

Do not expect him to dance with you

Kidding, he will if your giving him puppy eyes

You can get whatever you want with it

I mean everything

Even if he noticed how you’re manipulating him, he can’t help but melt when you’re looking at him with those eyes of yours, even worse if you give him a pout.

Sometimes he dreams about his brother and can’t help but cry while sleeping, he won’t say it, but please hug him and stroke his hair during time like this he needs to feel loved.

Just realize that eren and Porco are angry boys and both would be jealous if they saw their S/O with Reiner. Stop being handsome Reiner it doesn’t help at all.

I don’t believe he is the type to spoil you but in way you’ll be spoil. For exemple if he saw you looking at something for a long time or if he noticed that you’re talking a lot about something and are actually working to buy it. Don’t say much Porco Is here, what’s the point of having money if he can’t buy something for you ?

He doesn’t know how to react when you are buying him something, internally he is so happy he feels so love but he doesn’t know how to react so he will hug you or kiss you on the cheeks thanking you for this (that’s me I can’t receive a gift properly so lame)

Also he teases a lot but you can expect behavior like this judging by how cocky he is, it’s even worse when he started to court you. My gosh the man never stop to praise himself, he really thought that you’ll become interest on him but he started quickly when you tease him telling him how great it could be to be in relationship with itself. After that he tried to be more humble

It never worked, he still shows off but you find it quite cute as if you two remain into the flirt part of your relationship. Especially because he is always giving you compliment.

And during sex man, he can’t help but smirk ALL the fucking time. He is just so proud, even when he is on his back letting you have your way with him he’ll tease you, he’ll force you to go at his pace. He loves being in control.

The man is not afraid to tell you when you’re hot, gorgeous, pretty, cute he looks his time to look at you up and down then whistle and would say something like « damn babe you look fine in those pants should wear it before »

Oh if you’re asking he is an ass/thigh man but that’s for another headcanon

Even after a long time being in relationship with him, he still has difficulty to tell you when something is wrong. He is so proud, he can’t admit when he fails something or just when he feels down. You’ll have to confront him, or even better acting not bothering to ask him what’s wrong and instead starting to help him.

When you’re doing things like that god, he wish he could spend the eternity with you

oh and by the way, yes he knows he looks good in suit and will always tease for looking at for too long.

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saphirered · 3 years

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Heyyy! Long time to talk. I hope you’re enjoying your summer. I have a question about how you take requests: how specific do you like them? I saw you’re writing for EXU and I already live Orym. I would just like something soft yet funny, but I can request something specific if you’d like? Lmk 💜 thanks

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Heya! Summer's great. Hope you're enjoying yours. Requests can be as specific or nonspecific as you want them to be. As long as I know which character(s) I'm writing for and have an outline of what you want like you've done here I'm all good! Thank you for requesting and I hope this one's to your liking! 😘

Word had reached you a group of strangers had made it to the settlement of the Fire Ashari outside of Emon, among them the Air Ashari you’d been waiting for. He may have never been to Emon before but you’d met the halfling many times before in Zephrah. You’d spent plenty of time with the Air Ashari in your years but now finally, Orym got the pleasure of experiencing your humble outpost life out here himself. Well, that was the plan anyway. Sometimes plans go down the drain.

When Orym finds out several firetamers were absolutely obliterated leaving only two survivors; clearly not counting you among those two he feared for your wellbeing but much like the Ashari training provided and interactions, one must be in control of their emotions especially in these dire times. Someone would have informed him if you’d suffered an ill fate, right? He hopes so. You had been called back to the Flamereach Outpost months ago because things were spiking up and that did mean you’d be in the thick of it. All hands on deck, hence your premature separation back in Zephrah.

Orym feels wrong to say but he couldn’t be more thankful for that earthquake. Seeing you running head first into unknown danger might not do good on his stress levels but knowing you’re alive, that’s all he needs for now. Not like he and his friends don’t run into danger straight after you. On to the Oh No Plateau.

In the aftermath you were the one to escort this little group of strangers plus Orym back to the outpost. They were already a little worse for wear not used to, deal with or resistant to the ash, dust and poisonous gases, the firetamers unanimously decided it’s best to help these folks down instead of letting them find their own way. You of course volunteered to take on this task and no one was going to object as they got enough from this group to know they’re trouble. Rather you than them.

Taking the lead you answered some of their questions. You have to admit the mentions of the ‘ash-hole’ broke you enough to send you into a laughing fit. The dwarf, Dariax felt quite accomplished as these folks, your folks seem a bit more rigid and reserved, much like Orym in his opinion so it’s good to see not all of them are stuck ups.

Fearne nudged Orym on with a little push in your direction causing him to stumble. You’re dextrous enough to prevent the halfling from bumping into you possibly causing you to fall with him. Instead you catch him before he falls flat on his face. The look the two of you share does not go unnoticed by the faun and is very much revealing in the closer-than-friends kind of way.

Once conferred with Lorkathar they’re left to their own devices and the shitstorm of questions thrown at Orym to figure out who you are; or to some of them more importantly; who you are to him specifically. Orym tries to answer without giving too much of your own personal life away. It’s your life, not his and he doesn’t feel like he that’s his to share with others.

You met him in Zephrah on your journey to learn more, better your druidic skills. Part of this training was physical combat and weapons training. That’s where you grew closer. You weren’t exactly the greatest with a sword and Orym helped you go through training to where you could settle on a spear. Cue the questions about what other physical training you shared with him. Orym did not dignify that with a response. Really any question answered that lead to yet another innuendo made he did not dignify with a response.

There’s a knock on the door the group had been given to recover from the day’s events. The conversation falls silent as another knock raps lightly on the door. Dariax and Opal make eye contact before both rushing towards the door, the pleasure of answering going to whomever gets there first. They’re not sure but they hope its you. They have so little insight in the details of Orym’s life and they’re not going to let the chance fly to get some leverage on the halfling should they need to bring it up in the future if they want to commit another definitely-not-a-crime.

A white haired human dressed in pinks opens the door with a wide smile radiating mischief. You smile back although a little forced, to cover the confusion trying to peak through.

“Hi! You must be the firetamer Orym has told us all about. It’s so nice to meet you. I am Opal.” She grabs your hand and shakes it and you just let it happen. How the hell did Orym get sucked up in this group? They’re worse than you’d thought over your initial encounter. Not in a bad way just a… different one.

“Likewise. It seems like you have me at a disadvantage. You appear to know about me yet I do not know much about you. I don’t mean to be rude but I am looking for Orym, of the Air Ashari…” You exchange pleasantries but are cut off as the woman looks over her shoulder.

“Orym! Orym! Your lover is here to see you!” She screeches for the halfling who was already a few feet behind her, embarrassed this is how you’re properly reunited without the pressure of your respective lives.

“Hey.” Orym smiles through the embarrassment caused by his friends watching the two of you like some sort of play waiting what the characters will do next.

“Hey.” You smile back trying to not put too much mind to the curious company Orym had found himself in. You feel like the more attention you give them, the slimmer your chances at a calm and quiet moment with Orym will become.

“Well, don’t be rude, Orym. Invite your friend in.” Dorian perks up trying to keep the obvious ulterior motives of Opal and Dariax at bay but you weren’t born yesterday.

“I was thinking maybe we could step outside instead? I wouldn’t want to disturb your friends’ evening.” Orym catches on to your intent.

“Yeah. Yeah of course.” He brushes past Opal outside and grabs your hand practically begging you to lead the way before the others decide to keep you here.

“Enjoy your evening.” Fearne, saves your asses before the others can protests. Orym is glad to have the faun on his side and he’s pretty sure this favour granted puts him in her debt but it’ll have been worth it.

“It was nice seeing you all. I’m sure we’ll have more time to grow better acquainted in the future.”

“Have fun on your evening stroll, Orym!” Dariax wiggles his eyebrows and the halfling sends him a look to shut him up as you begin leading him away.

The sun is not yet set casting the outpost and mesa in an orange glow with the view of the city west of you. It’s a beautiful evening. Orym understands why you like sunsets so much. You bask in the rays of ember, a sight Orym hadn’t seen in too long. He hadn’t realised how much he missed this, how much he missed you. You stop at the side of a stone ruined building. You let go of Orym’s hand as you grab onto any footing you can and scale the building onto the roof. It’s only two floors tall so you lean over the edge and look down at Orym.

Getting the memo Orym climbs up following a similar path you had to reach the top. You lay down on the rooftop with a familiar comfort, as if the world’s concerns were left below. Orym had always admired this about you. It’s something he could never do himself. You turn over on your stomach, lean your elbows on the rooftop, head on your hands with a grin as you cross your legs behind you. He knows that look.

“So how does it feel being the most responsible individual among the chaos?” Orym pulls himself onto the rooftop and gives you a look. As he walks over to you he hooks his leg around your elbow and yanks making you lose your balance. You gasp and roll back over to your back supporting yourself on your elbows.

“Rude!” You laugh as Orym sits down next to you. Shoulders leaning against each other you watch the sunset. It’s a habit you had fallen into in Zephrah and it’s a habit picked back up again even after many months apart.

“I missed you.” Orym presses a kiss to the top of your shoulder.

“Missed you too.” You sigh content you’re back together once more, no matter how brief that might be as Orym and his little group of adventurers has been sent on another task to find Gilmore. You’d join if you could but you have your responsibilities here and Orym knows that like no other. Once this is all behind you things can finally go back to normal and you actually get to spend more time together without the world burning down whenever you turn your back.

“So how is it you of all people end up with this bunch of chaos bringers?” You laugh. You may not know his friends personally nor did you have much to go off in your brief interactions with them but you know well enough they’re trouble and chaos magnets. Orym, having an air of peace and calm around him shifts quickly to panic in stressful situations he doesn’t know how to navigate based on instinct and here he is navigating Emon of all places with them, getting involved in all sorts of conflict.

“Me of all people?” Orym feigns offence but he’s well aware you’re right. He’s not even sure himself how this weird little dynamic they have going works. He gives it a thought.

“Maybe I just naturally gravitate towards chaos. You are a testament of that.” Your jaw drops. Your halfling’s found himself with a new kind of boldness to him previously hidden beneath layers of Ashari customs. He may not realise it just yet himself but these people have a good effect on him.

“Are you calling me chaotic, Orym of the Air Ashari?”

“I’m sorry, but you really expect me to answer that question? You are chaos incarnate.” He laughs and you let yourself drop back, the halfling previously leaning his weight against you loses his balance and falls onto your stomach. You put your hands beneath your head watching the orange glow reflected off the clouds with a smile.

“You know what, I will take that as a compliment. Someone needs to bring a little chaos into your life. I’m glad I’m not the only one able to fulfil that task. They seem like good people.”

“They stole a vestige, broke into places and killed the henchmen of some criminal organisation all within the past twenty four hours.” Orym deadpans. He’s still a tad unsure how to feel about it.

“And you went along with it. Maybe one day you’ll be as much as a chaos incarnate as the rest of us.” Orym’s fingers lace with yours as he holds onto your hand.

“It’ll be the day the elemental chaos seeps through into this world.”

“Who says it doesn’t already. Embrace the chaos, Orym.” You wave your free hand making a cloud of embers appear above you like fireflies and make them dance in the wind. He’s already embraced the chaos and he knows it. It started with you but has extended to his new friends as well. Though, he’ll have to admit, he’ll take your chaos over theirs any day if presented with the choice. No matter. He’ll take any moment with you he can get now and be patient until you’re reunited in the future. There’s still adventures to be had, just for now your paths diverge. They’ll reconnect in the nearby future. He’s sure of it. You’re sure of it.

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alfredosauce50 · 3 years

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[APH x AOT] Headcanons: The countries’ military regiment, fighting style and ranking

I only managed to get Germany, China, America, England and Russia in this, but I went pretty deep with all of them: There will be reasons for joining, strengths, weaknesses, and their overall ranking. The total wordcount for this is 3, 759, so that’s triple the amount of a regular headcanons post.

I hope you guys enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it!

Garrison

The regiment with the most personnel, and arguably, the most productive. With limited entry into the military police and high fatality rate of the Survey Corps, most graduates wind up here.

But there is lots of work to be done. Whether it be maintaining and protecting walls, or evacuating citizens and adhering to emergency plans when disaster strikes--a breach in the wall and an invasion--there are always important jobs to get busy with. The Garrison frequently encounter both titans and civilians, so the soldiers here are well-rounded in titan combat, cannons, security detail, crowd control, and rifle usage.

Given their concrete role and how they successfully deliver what they pledge, they are objectively the most deserving of respect.

Germany

He always had his eyes set on the Garrison, having a high regard for their integral role in maintaining and protecting society.

Ludwig is well aware of his plethora of skills while remaining humble, and wishes to use them to his full potential. While he admires the will and purpose of the Survey Corps, he’d much rather join a regiment that has a better ratio of risk and return. The scouts who die outside the protection of the walls may not die meaningful deaths, but members of the Garrison have clear goals to dedicate themselves to, and he wants nothing more than to be a part of it.

As a hardworking person, he believes in sacrificing every bit of his time and energy to serving the people. What better way to be productive than defending civilians and the home he loves?

Fighting style

Selfless, strong and disciplined

Strengths

He’s outstanding in all areas. He’s fast, sharp, unafraid to tackle problems had on, and to top it all off, his cuts are deep and damaging. Using 3DMG in a city as convenient as it is dangerous. Infrastructure often hides titans from the naked eye, but he’s able to take in clues and process them quickly to take the quickest and safest route.

He has a high pain tolerance. Theoretically, if he got his arm bitten off, he could make his own way to find medical attention.

Ludwig is a natural born leader. He has one of the finest military minds. If you want strategy, you go to him. Not only is he renowned for remaining calm and level-headed no matter how grim circumstances become, he is direct and detail-oriented, so he’s a great communicator. Thus, he can be relied upon by everyone who works with him.

He has a strong moral compass, but isn’t very emotional. More often than not, he will take the initiative to go out of his way to save someone, putting his life on the line in the process. Ludwig won’t linger on any setbacks and incidents, and will make the most out of them by trying to learn something. This sources from being mentally strong, so he’s able to keep pushing without the troubles of self-doubt.

He possesses a very high standard for his work, and everything he does will be done well. As he takes on more authoritative roles, he will implement his work ethics into administrative tasks, and demand that others follow his example. Ludwig will not turn a blind eye to any instances of incompetence, and corruption will automatically result in your termination.

He’s a fearsome fighter. His combat skills are one of the best. Ludwig never held back when sparring in his training days, but now that he’s faced with real enemies, he will dedicate his time to studying and perfecting variety of techniques. If you can do so little as touch him, consider yourself good. Breaking your ribs is merely a warning from him.

Weaknesses

Ludwig is a workaholic, and he will get carried away. He can get too obsessed with completing his tasks to the point of neglecting his own health. This may result in pulling consecutive all-nighters or skipping meals, believing that his body can handle it. However, the long-term effects will be detrimental if somebody doesn’t stop him.

He takes on too much responsibility, sometimes more than what he can handle. There’s never too many burdens for him to shoulder, or at least, that’s what he thinks, but he’ll end up pushing himself and getting in trouble. This coincides with his selflessness, but he puts himself in harm’s way too often.

He can get fixated on the smallest imperfections and inexplicabilities in himself and the happenings in his regiment. As a detail-oriented person with high standards, he could get distracted by these fluctuations. Ludwig believes everything has to be accounted for, but he ends up counting in the more trivial matters.

Rank: 2nd

Military police

Only the top ten get to join the military police as the most prestigious branch in the military. They operate in wall Sina, the innermost wall, and maintain order, as well as serve the king. Ironically, they are the biggest farce of all regiments by nature. Soldiers train to be the best at fighting titans just to get away from them in the safest spot of their civilization.

That sounds appealing, doesn’t it? To hide away from the humanoid beasts and live a nice cushy life with the royals. Of course, this paves way for corruption, and their higher authority over the two other regiments leads to misuse and abuse of power.

Considering how little oversight they have, the military police often clashes heads with the other two regiments, but especially the Survey Corps.

Russia

He doesn’t like people enough to join a branch that will actually help them.

Ivan understands that its more worthwhile to join the Garrison or Survey Corps because they actually contribute to society. But his view on their work and humanity in general is far too pessimistic. When will the scouts actually do something useful after so many meaningless deaths? People will inevitably die inside the walls, with or without the Garrison, so what’s the point?

If he can live his own life not caring about things he can’t change, why not do it?

Being in the military police, the most prestigious and powerful regiment, and yet, met with their jarring incompetency everyday reminds him that maybe, he shouldn’t sell himself to saving the human race. His soul is far too bitter--too disappointed. He ends up prioritizing himself in a world he believes will eventually self-destruct. These walls won’t last forever. The people will only break down faster.

Fighting style:

Sharp and unpredictable

Strengths (In the military police)

Ivan’s ability to outsmart his colleagues allows him to stay on top of all the going-ons in the military police. He’s very cynical, but that’s the perfect trait for thriving in such a corrupt environment. Nobody will be able to take advantage of him, and he ends up doing it to others without even trying.

It’s impossible to anticipate where and how he will attack you. Ivan has a keen eye for body language, and will mirror his opponents’ movements for the most part, then when they least expect it, he will come for them in the most merciless fashion.

Thus, his combat style is definitely special, but that’s what makes him so deadly. He won’t always use punches and kicks because they’re easy to defend against. He might just hold you in a chokehold, but if he wants to get rid of you, he’ll use his height and strength to his advantage and slam you to the ground by your neck.

Weaknesses (In the military police)

None

His transfer to the Survey Corps

Nobody anticipated this. Not even Ivan himself.

He grew up rather poor, but fortunately, he wasn’t impoverished to the point of living in the underground slums. His father was a no-show, and his mother struggled to put food on the table for as long as he could remember. Already, the thought of joining the military police to escape poverty was starting to look like a realistic goal to strive towards.

Who would have thought the nice but strange-looking boy he befriended from his neighborhood would change his mind one day? He didn’t, not as he stood in the line of the top ten graduates of the 104th training corps, determined to fulfil his lifelong dream and finally stop suffering.

Every day, he’s reminded it was the right choice to join the military police. His superiors are corrupt, his colleagues incompetent and everyone is absorbed with gambling and drinking. Humanity was hopeless. It would face its eventual demise as the Garrison struggled to keep swarms of titans from invading one district to another, and as the personnel of the Survey Corps decreased every expedition with little progress. He might as well enjoy himself while he can.

His deep attachment to his childhood friend Yao would change all of this. As a child, he was always quite clingy to the boy, but one needs to wonder if it was because he gave him things to eat. While they went off on different paths to join different regiments, they kept a close connection, and would often meet up in secret to discuss each other’s military branches.

Eventually, Ivan’s attitude begins to change as his relationship with Yao deepens. After all, his friendship with the man reminds him of what’s left of the good in humanity. Soon, as he learns about the change in tide for the Survey Corps where they encounter new, real progress, and eventually, a real chance for salvation, he begins to question his morals and beliefs.

The military police start to look more distasteful to him at every passing day. The tables finally turn when he learns that the Survey Corps are to embark on an expedition outside the walls in a few months, meaning Yao will face uncertain death--that’s what convinces him to transfer.

Strengths (In the survey corps)

Like his personality, he has an unpredictable and unique 3DMG style. Most people will choose to swing by one way, he will choose the other. He might even go upside down for a while wherever he sees fit. That’s what makes him so strong against aberrants/abnormals. He might even laugh at how ‘predictable’ they were when they were anything but. Like the saying goes, to catch a thief, you have to think like one.

He always shows up at the right time. He will appear from obscure spots and pull you into a hiding spot when you’ve abandoned all hope. To his comrades, seeing Ivan in strange places is the best thing that could happen to you, because his presence signals a threat nearby and he’ll end up being your only ticket out.

His intelligence is one of a kind. On top of this, he’s very difficult to faze so he can orientate himself quickly in foreign environments and pick up on situations without panicking. Friends tend to rely on him in dire moments for this reason.

Weaknesses

He often rubs people the wrong way with how he speaks. Half the time, he’s being too blunt and honest that it’s hard-hitting. If not, he mentions grotesque or unpleasant things with a smile on his face. And in a world with titans, there are many things that fit the description. People have a hard time liking and trusting someone like Ivan, which may cause his isolation and a disconnect with the goals of the majority.

His blades don’t last as long as most people’s because he has a questionable way of cutting up titans. He gets the job done, but he definitely over does it. He’ll have to rely on his 3DMG to survive for the meantime until he’s able to replenish.

Ivan isn’t the best communicator in the world, and this is mostly because he assumes people already understand what they need to do. Unfortunately, not a lot of his comrades are as bright as him, so it doesn’t help that he can be quite vague. He can’t be relied on to relay important information, so he stays where the action all happens, or in other words, where trouble begins. This will put him at a greater risk even if he’s good at facing unexpected and dire situations.

Rank: 4th

Survey corps

You’d definitely be called crazy for considering joining. The Survey Corps is the branch of military that specializes in titan research, human expansion, and exploration of the outside world. Thus, this regiment symbolizes a hope for mankind—for freedom. However, the mortality rate is high. Stepping into titan territory will decimate members, and most will die within 4 years of joining. High risk, and almost zero return.

They are notorious for how little their success rate is so that citizens and other military regiments look on in disapproval. But they keep fighting and fighting, hoping that one day, their efforts won’t be in vain in their quest to change the world for the better.

Only the most convicted individuals will join. But only the most talented, and perhaps, luckiest, will survive.

America

This isn’t even a question.

He knows the risks. It’s not certain whether his death will be meaningful either, and count as one step forward for humanity. It probably won’t. But he’ll be damned if he’s stuck in these walls for the rest of his life, getting fattened up by taxes just to turn into livestock for titans.

Unlike Ivan who believes in self-preservation, Alfred thinks the meaning of life is to join a cause bigger than himself. To build something that will last for lifetimes.

He’s also a free spirit, and yearns for true freedom and justice. So he’ll fight for it. The logo representing the scouts aren’t “The Wings of Freedom” for nothing. Call him cocky, but he’s convinced he was born to join the scouts. Everything they believe in, he does too. Their goals resonate with the deepest fibres of his soul. He craves knowledge. Bleeds for revolution. He won’t rest until he satisfies his quest for discovery, and hope.

Fighting style:

Powerful and explosive, but a little flamboyant.

Strengths

Alfred possesses an almost super-human strength and stamina. He can go long, and go hard. He will go on a killing rampage for as long as his gas and blades allow him to.

He’s very hardy and able to make fast decisions in risky situations. Hence, when he’s subject to difficult situations, he makes it out without a hitch. This is evident in how he can make narrow escapes to survive in cases most people wouldn’t. Losing your horse outside the walls guarantees death, but he has a half and half chance of surviving.

His slashes are always deep to ensure he incapacitates a titan. He spins and flips a lot. He could easily dismember them if he wanted to.

A terrifying opponent to spar against because his attacks are usually too strong to defend against. The immense force he uses coincides with his incredible speed, so his opponents will have a hard time dodging and keeping up with him. One punch to the head will leave them blacked out, and two could mean permanent brain damage. Three and you’re probably as good as dead.

A good and calm communicator and works well in a team. He’s more observant than he lets on, so he has a keen eye for his friends’ abilities and will take them into consideration.

Weaknesses

He can be rash and act out on his own accord when he thinks he’s right. That’s why his teammates are wary of him when a plan is a little more complex and ambiguous. This often creates problems for other team members because once Alfred starts improvising, they have to as well. It never ends well.

As earnest as he is, he tends to talk back to his superiors. Looks like he’s on toilet cleaning duty again.

He can let his emotions get in the way. Anger is not his friend. It clouds his mind and that’s when he’s the most reckless, and thus, vulnerable.

As skilled as he is, his blades tends to dull faster than everyone else’s because he puts them under too much pressure. He will be the first to break them and could wind up defenseless for a while, but he has an uncanny ability to survive against all odds.

Rank: 3rd

England

Unlike Alfred, freedom and justice isn’t his main motivation to join the Survey Corps. But there is one thing they share in common--a deep passion for the quest for discovery. As human beings, arguably the most intelligent species in existence, he finds it to be a devastating waste to know so little about the world he was born in.

Is there another civilization out there fighting titans like his people in the walls? What kinds of foreign cultures, languages and religions could be waiting for him to come into contact with? And is the ocean really something that exists? If it does, then there’s a whole new world in the waters waiting to be discovered. The answers to these profound questions are well worth dying for, especially for someone who embodies human curiosity.

Salvation comes in a little further down the list. He has his doubts on whether he can save the human race. But when the chance comes, his loyalty and determination will be unbreakable, and he will go to the most extreme means to seize the opportunity.

Fighting style:

Swift and resourceful, but unsociable

Strengths

He’s one of the fastest and most efficient 3DMG users. One of the reasons is that he can use his gas sparingly, but not without cutting back speed. That way, he can survive for longer without stopping to replenish.

With this in mind, Arthur can go back and save any comrades in a tight spot. That’s what makes him an irreplaceable member of any team--with him around, you have a higher chance of surviving.

He can move like nobody else can. Tight spaces and unexpected obstacles will not slow him down, as he can make sharp turns and good approximations under pressure.

Cunning and good at avoiding conflict. Rather than direct confrontations, whether its with people or titans, he will only fight when he absolutely has to. This minimizes expense of energy and resources, as well as casualties.

Arthur has impeccable navigation skills and threat perception. When he’s outside the walls and on horseback, he’s often right next to the soldier holding the colored flares. If not, he’s in charge of firing them. He can accurately estimate the distance between his squad to the nearest titan, and he always knows where he’s going. That’s how he can make all the right calls.

Weaknesses

He’s a bit hot-headed and rough around the edges. This will make working in a team harder. Other times, he just doesn’t talk at all. A rather poor communicator when it comes down to it.

While his leaner build gives him speed, it also makes him a little weaker in hand-to-hand combat. Height and weight does not put a cap on sparring abilities, but since he isn’t great at it in the first place, he ends up sustaining worse injuries.

Arthur’s stamina is pretty average. Usually, he makes up for it with his 3DMG skills and conflict avoidance, but when he has to fight, he won’t last forever. That’s where his speed comes in. He has to end things quickly, if not, he won’t make it.

He take things personally and lingers on any incidents that happen. He’s mentally weak, and does crack from time to time. So if someone doesn’t talk to him, he could spiral down a path of self-destruction because it’s hard for him to reach out.

Rank: 5th

China

Along with the pursuit of intellect and salvation, he sacrifices himself so that one day, future generations can live in a safe world free from titans. This priceless moment in history will not be forgotten, and instead, remembered as proof of the spirit of humanity, unwavering and strong in the face of adversity.

There’s nothing more human than fighting for a cause you believe in. To know this while confronting those beasts, the very opposite of a thinking and feeling human being, sparks a fire inside him to keep pushing. Like everyone else, he’s under the impression the people in the walls are what’s left of humanity--the last remnants of culture, intellect, love, and joy--and he will defend it until his last breath.

If anything, he’s one of the most selfless characters of all. He’s prepared to put everything and everyone else before him, because he knows he’s replaceable. But everything aforementioned isn’t, so he will choose to save them over himself in a heartbeat.

Fighting style:

Graceful and gifted

Strengths

He’s the dark horse of the military. Despite his friendly demeanor, Yao is incredibly talented and proficient in all areas, and keeps updated with the going-ons in the other regiments.

He’s the most skilled with his blades so they dull the slowest. He uses them as if they were an extension of his body. To many, all you have to do is slice hard and fast, but he has technique that lets him lengthen the life of his blade while maintaining a good, clean cut. This lets him last even longer than Alfred, who is rather reckless with his weapons. If he can kill twelve before replenishing, Yao can kill twenty.

Nobody can beat him in hand-to-hand combat, not even Ludwig. This is where the saying ‘size doesn’t matter’ comes in.

He knows a variety of martial arts, so it’s a given he can use moves targeting bigger opponents. If you somehow last more than two seconds, he’ll dodge and deflect any attacks you try to land on him, then retaliate so quickly, you’ll be down faster than you realize he even hit you. He’ll use your own limbs against you and make it seem like you’re hitting yourself.

His manoeuvring skills are impeccable and crazy fast. With his smaller build, he can beat Arthur. And while they’re both cunning, Yao prefers to use it to his advantage to exterminate threats rather than avoiding them. This draws a fine line between the two men, and makes him so dangerous. When it’s not just titans he’s killing, he is perceived as a threat by human enemies.

He can remain calm and resist the urge of panicking when faced with adversity. That way, he can keep his head and rely on logic to come up with a solution.

Weaknesses

Like Alfred, he can be unpredictable when plans are ambiguous and complex. He will have his own agenda, and is confident enough to pursue them, so this will cause some discord among team members. Fortunately, he isn’t as reckless and won’t rope others into trouble.

Unlike Alfred, he doesn’t have the same fire to survive. If his chances are incredibly slim, he will probably sit down and accept his demise, whereas Alfred will keep fighting until the bitter end. This sources from his belief that he is replaceable, and he shouldn’t waste energy avoiding something inevitable.

Rank: 1st

To all the AOT fans following my page, this is a treat for you! If people liked this, I’ll have a part two and include France, Italy, Japan, Spain and a few other characters. That’s when we’ll get even deeper into the lore, because not all of them will join the military but will have important roles all the same. Yes I’ve read the manga and watched all four seasons, so I’m also aware of the Azumabito clan. But there are no mentions of it here.

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warwickroyals · 3 years

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Who would be on your list of morally grey royal sims? I'm curious 🤔

Ooh, that's a good idea for a list! After racking my brain I've noticed that a lot of these gray characters can be divided into these general categories:

Cheaters: Obviously, cheating is a moral wrong, but it is also a "sin" that can affect the perpetrator as negatively as the person they have cheated on. Sometimes the motivations for cheating are empathetic, such as loneliness, a loveless/toxic marriage. But sometimes they're not, it's just simple lust. People who cheat often get alienated from their families or they even feel extreme remorse or guilt. Does that compensate for the pain they've caused? That depends on who you ask.

- @royalfamilyofgrimalldi’s Crown Prince Maximilian

- @thevalencianroyals’s Philip (RIP)

- @royalhouseofcarrington’s King Richard

- My own head of state King Louis V wasn’t very faithful to Irene back in the 70s and 80s (when his kids were being born, yikes . . .)

Murderers and attempted murders: Murder is clearly more serious than just cheating on someone, but it is interesting to see how the murder justifies taking another person’s life. What drives another person to take someone’s life? Revenge? A need for power? Envy? Or maybe something more understandable, like self-defence or maybe they were in a war.

- Again the royal family of Monaca with multiple examples: Morana and Helena, and Trevor

- The stalker from @wa-royal-tea

- Regina @royaldevilliers

- Any and all sims who participated in both Great Sim Wars. Can’t have a war without death. And there were certainly those who committed acts of terror that lead to huge losses of life during those wars and then there was those who just wanted to survive and return home

Assholes: These sims are just plain mean. They get off on making other people feel worse about themselves. Asshole sims come in two groups: the ones who punch down and once who punch up. Those who punch down typically do so out of an inflated ego, those who punch up are often just envious. A lot of these characters are just insurance and take that out on others.

- @thesimsroyalfam’s Gideon punches down on his cousins all the time. He even goes as far as to ruin their romantic relationships. What’s is the issue? I think part of the issue is that his mother clearly doesn’t put him in his place enough

- Nina’s Bella at the beginning of her arc was TOTALLY punching up at Sofia. Trying to ruin her marriage with Darien and paying the price for it.

- My own Phillip is just not a nice person to be around. He’s arrogant, brusque, and hot-headed. But don’t worry, he gets humbled soon enough.

Ambiguity: You just don’t know if this character is fake or genuine??? What do these people want!? Who knows?! Maybe they’re a master manipulator or just a give distrustful energy that puts people off.

- I’m sorry but @ourwillowcreekroyals’ Charlotte. Who her grandmother is is no coincidence! The way she treated Liv at first was just vile and I think she’s just being nice to try and rub up with Davy now that he’s hit a rough patch with Olivia.

- Nina’s Jack. I just don’t trust him! He’s too pushy, too creepy, and I just can’t forget how he threw bb girl down the stairs like that.

#warwickanswers

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ginkgomoon · 3 years

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Kiro’s Birth Chart- A Character Astrological Study

HAPPY BIRTHDAY KIRO 💛

It’s already the 9th where I am so here’s another super long post for our sunshine Kiro! Unfortunately I couldn’t go in much detail in the end as much as I would like because of risking very specific spoilers as I want everyone to have a chance of enjoying his own astrological study among the other boys. However, it is very similar to how I did my analysis here which had lots and lots of spoilers, so hopefully this will make up for the parts where I couldn’t expand on. So if you would like to read it to enhance your understanding and don’t mind spoilers, you are most welcome to have a read! I did also update it on just a few more things so if you want to stay updated on that post, you can have a read of it too! Again, if there is anything you would like to ask or need clarifying on, feel free to send an ask and I’ll try to answer with the best of my ability!

What is Astrology?

Astrology is the study of stars- the placements and movements of different celestial bodies to correlate what’s happening on Earth. It comes from the early Latin word astrologia.

There’s a rule that we live by-

As above so below

This means whatever happens within our solar system will ultimately affect us here on Earth. For example, the moon governs our emotions, and since our body is approximately 70% water, why wouldn’t the moon affect us too? But it’s not just us, it's the moon’s gravitational pull on the oceans, in the same sense, it’s also the moodiness you may feel during full moons!

There’s many aspects to Astrology, and that would normally be too much for a single post so I’ll be elaborating on the major contributions to one’s birth chart. This will include the planets and the signs. Kiro’s exact birth time is unfortunately unknown, but we’ll have to do the best with what we’ve been given.

There’s the inner planets, consisting of the Sun, Moon, Mercury, Mars and Venus, moving quickly within the chart. Then there’s the outer planets, Jupiter, Saturn, Neptune, Uranus and Pluto, the slower moving planets. And of course, the different signs of the zodiac with different personalities. They follow the order beginning with Aries, then Taurus, Gemini, Cancer, Leo, Virgo, Libra, Scorpio, Sagittarius, Capricorn, Aquarius and finally Pisces.

Kiro’s Birth Chart

Sun ☉ The Sun represents our character, personal identity and ego. Your star sign is also known as your Sun sign. It is the “you”. The “Self”. It shows your creative force, confidence, focus and our will to live. It’s the driving force of our charts in many ways, like how it is centred in our solar system. It’s the part of us that is the “adult”, censoring the “inner child”, and overall provides information on our vitality, and what we came to do.

Kiro’s Sun is in Aries ♈︎ Aries is the first sign of the zodiac. They have big personalities, with lots of charisma and passion. They are fiery, energetic, active, direct and straightforward as the first set out to start something and first to finish it. They’re natural born athletes and leaders, naturally inclined to get as much done. They’re not big planners of the future, as the most important thing to an Aries is the moment of right now. They enjoy vigorous, motivational, brave and adventurous activities, and love trying out new things. Like Geminis, they can’t sit still and need the feeling of being able to move towards a goal. They generally know what they want and the quickest way to get it. They enjoy a challenge, and are the happiest when life is active and always on the go. There's a childlike quality to Aries Suns, and often quite charming, too!

Kiro is a natural Aries. He’s fun, full of vigour and loves life’s challenges through physical trials such as the 10km run with MC, testing his mental strengths with his quick adaptation and problem solving skills as well as his empathic skills as an actor. Kiro as an Aries Sun is still undoubtedly humble no matter what, as he appreciates his fans and cherishing the moments with the people around him (plus food) and especially as he had suffered a lot when he was a child, why he would want to live life the fullest.

This is very fitting for him to be an idol as this creates more opportunity to travel the world and experience more that other people may not be able to have (and he’s so naturally good at it as well.) He can be stubborn and hot-headed, like having to perfect his craft and wanting to strive to achieve his personal best in everything as fast as possible with purpose and drive. This definitely contributes with the other planets in his chart. Kiro is seen to be the “Sun” to everyone, who is very charming and youthful, captivating everyone with his fiery presence. “Stamina is necessary on stage. During concerts, you still need to maintain the quality of the singing while dancing, right? In order to have consistent breathing and to ensure that I wouldn’t be fatigued during the concert, I have to train for a very long time.” -CN Dessert Date

Although Kiro lives his life as an Aries, his other placements contribute to the deeper side to him that few know about. His hardships in the past enables him to become the passionate superstar we know today- not wanting others to feel the same pain that he felt. On and off stage, he can lead very different lives, especially when his moon is in Cancer.

“The Kiro on stage and the Kiro I knew were two completely different people. His quiet, laidback persona is the warm fire on a freezing winter night. His stage-self is that of a regal king commanding adulation of the crowd.”

Moon ☾ The Moon in our charts show what your home is like, your upbringing, the relationship between your mother, the unconscious, your instincts and what you need. It tells us a lot about a person’s emotions, how they deal with it and how they express it to others.

Kiro’s Moon is in Cancer ♋︎ This water sign opposes the fire sign of Aries. The Moon is "at home" in the sign of Cancer, as the Moon is the natural ruler of the sign. They have a tendency to be caught up in emotions, with it guiding their actions more than thoughts. Cancer moons are never detached, seeking familiarly, security, and comfort for their home and the people around them. These are devoted and loving people with nurturing personalities. However, it’s easier to feel more insecure and have more mood swings with this sign in their Moon. Their unique outlook in life is something to appreciate, especially with their sense of humour and fun. Another thing is that these people can be very protective of themselves and others, unwilling to trade secrets, crawling back into their shell like a crab- as the crab is the symbol of Cancer.

“Last time, there were numerous occasions when I felt I couldn’t create works that were good enough, and I’d start to doubt myself. I’d lock myself in a corner, and start having internal fights with myself.” -CN Inspiration Date

Behind the stage, Kiro feels things and experiences things on a deeper level than others, with a more mysterious side and life that rarely shows. Although he enjoys being on stage, he might prefer being behind the scenes a bit more, cosy and alone with MC. It can be easy for him to be swept up in his emotions, acting out on bursts of emotions and quick-thoughts. Cancers are also really good at reading and detecting lies from other people. They are great emotional comforters because they can intuitively recognise a situation well and how to help fix it. Kiro’s amazing at figuring emotions out and has done it on multiple occasions.

“Are you upset about something? Is it because of the stuff online? It’s hard to just ignore it, huh? I know a lot of people would just advise you to forget about it, but how could you just forget about it?” I thought Kiro would comfort me the way others did, but he didn’t. “Is there anything you want to do right now? Anything goes. Tell me.” -Movie Set Date

Kiro is also a great actor, as he can naturally be empathetic which effectively helps him in this.

After filming, Kiro jogged over to me, boating about how he finished his scene in one take. “I could hardly tell you were acting. It looked so real.” -Movie Set Date

Looking into his eyes, I seemed to find a very different side of Kiro. A side that is full of stories, but a struggle to protect something, a side of him even more dazzling and brilliant than when he’s on stage. -Livestream Date

Mercury ☿ Mercury is the communication planet. When you write, speak, absorb information and how rational we are, you’re using your Mercury. It refines our Sun sign and helps define how we take in and give out information. It also talks about short distance travelling, governing your thirst for knowledge, your wit and negotiating skills. If someone is an excellent talker, it’s thanks to their Mercury placements.

Kiro’s Mercury is in Aries ♈︎ Being in the sign of Aries means that Kiro is able to make quick decisions, can be direct and straightforward in speech, possessing an innocent charm, and can easily motivate others with his enthusiasm. Aries Mercury don’t have a lot of patience when it comes to communication, and are usually frustrated when people don’t understand or are disappointed when others don’t accept their opinions smoothly. There’s a certain sensitivity and defensiveness to Aries, with personal attachment to their many ideas, such as criticism or negative feedback takes effect on a personal level. Though, they aren’t afraid of mental challenges, with the visionary intelligence that is sometimes on the idealistic side. It’s never going to be dull or short of ideas with them, because of their quick mental pursuits and adoptions of many things.

A thing so obvious is that Kiro is so straightforward with his speech and flirtation towards MC! Kiro doesn’t bother hiding his love and thoughts to MC because he can be so open to anything with whom he loves (especially Moon in Cancer, here.) He knows he can charm someone- without his evol! Kiro speaks with so much excitement and joy, and enjoys a little banter on the side, too.

“What’s wrong? Infatuated with me?” -Banquet Date

“I’d be fine with someone taking a photo. It would be a great photo. Rowing with the person who I like.” I turned to stare. Kiro continued beaming at the lake, oblivious. The person he likes? Does he mean me? -River Lantern Date

“Your existence itself is a miracle to me. It’s not a line from a movie and it’s not a joke. It’s true.” -Miracle Date

“That was my confession to liking you. I like you – that’s for your eyes. I like you – that’s for your voice. I like you – that’s for your smiling face. I like so many things – can you tell the differences between them? -Whole Lotta Like Call

Bonus from River Lantern Date Both of our cheeks have turned pink under the sunset. MC: You’re blushing! Kiro: You’re blushing too. MC: That’s because I’m wearing blush. Kiro: Uh… I’m wearing blush too. MC: Wow, I didn’t know you were that kind of person. You’re just trying to find an excuse, huh? Kiro: Come on, so were you.

Venus ♀︎ The planet Venus is ultimately the planet of love, beauty, wealth, our material things and what we do with all that sort of jazz. It’s the pleasures, our sentiments, what we do for leisure and what we value. Grace, charm, creativity, entertainment are ruled by Venus. We can use this planet to see how we approach relationships of the heart, investigate our ability to attract and the attraction to others (or things).

Kiro’s Venus is in Pisces ♓︎ Venus in Pisces people project themselves as dreamy, soft-hearted partners. Everything about the way they flirt promises a lovely time. They’re charming, playful, and appreciate romance especially the arts of music and poetry. Pisces Venus want others to know that their love is unconditional, as they love and accept everything for that their lover is. They enjoy tender moments and romantic times whenever possible. However, they fear hurting others and may even want to escape from reality from time to time.

It is evident that Kiro genuinely loves music.

Kiro has his head half lowered, his lips moving from time to time along the harmonica. His expression has turned quiet, as though immersing himself in the world of music. Every time I see such a Kiro, I’ll always feel that he genuinely loves music with a fiery passion. -CN Memories of Summer Date

He has written many songs about MC, including “My Treasure” (which I am sure was a no.1 hit worldwide) and the song they wrote together on Christmas. He loves to express himself through music, as he knows it can very well move somebody’s emotions. Pisces is a water sign, which can allow more dreamier, romantic and more soulful expressions worth capturing through the art of his lyrics and songs! He would communicate his love to MC in his songs, and through the romantic gestures that he does (like singing “I love you” in the Confession Date) it’s always fun when being in love for a Pisces Venus. Even though MC and Kiro may not have much time to spend together, they would always make the most out of it for those times they can.

“There’s a song I especially wish to write, and I really like the concept and composition. I want to try writing a song on understanding and interpreting the theme of “love” from my own perspective.” -CN Inspiration Date

“I can remember all the important things, but it’s more difficult to remember the more trivial ones. But every minute and every second with you - I don’t want to forget them. They could even be left as family heirlooms! Next time, we’ll tell them that the box contains the dribs and drabs belonging to me and the cutest girl in the world. Each note records a story. And each story is an important treasure.” -CN Memories of Summer Date

“I feel this will definitely be my best song. But, this song was created with you. And you are infused in every part… even if it’s just a few words, no matter how small it is, I don't want to share it with anyone but you.” -Quiet Night Date

“I’ve been writing this piece of music since the day I met you, but I was never satisfied by it. It's the song that I wanted to play that belongs to you.” -Heartbeat Date

Mars ♂︎ Mars is the go getter planet. Full of fire and passion, nothing would be done without it. It can give insights on how we can chase our goals and what our desires and our plans of attack are. Aggressive behaviour, lust and anger fall under this planet.

Kiro’s Mars is in Leo ♌︎ Mars in Leo individuals possess a strong need to create in some way, determined that their lives have not only meaning, but significant meaning. Passions run high, and so does desire as Leo is another fire sign in Kiro’s chart. Though they enjoy the pleasures of risk-taking, they generally have a strong sense of reason at the end of the day. Rarely will you find a person with Mars in this position who lives life without a true sense of a "calling”, as they have well-defined ambitions (like how Kiro’s Sun is in Aries). They act upon their heart, with their ego tied up with their actions, so that anything they do becomes a source of great pride and self-righteousness. They act with authority and power, and their personal magnetism generally endows them with the ability to get what they want.

Savin told me that Kiro is deeply troubled. His new album is about to drop, yet he wasn’t satisfied with the first single. So he locked himself in the recording room (especially when his Moon is in Cancer, he feels things more deeply than others) and hasn’t slept for three days. -Treasure Date

“This is a handmade guitar given to me by someone very special. I wrote my first song playing this guitar. He once told me that no matter what I do, I need to follow my heart.” -Livestream Date

Kiro always does things wholeheartedly, especially when it comes to MC. In the Prayer Date, MC’s plans following the superstitions of how the couples staying together forever kept getting ruined and thought them to be bad omens. He prepared a surprise for MC which he tried to keep a secret from her. Turns out, he was thinking the same way as her too. Kiro always speaks from the heart, because he was taught to that way. “It’s because of you that I believe in stuff like this. I did it all because I want to be with you. Always.” -Prayer Date

“I was once told that daisies can convey one's heart. The sea of flowers is what I want you to know.” -Flowers Date

“I felt like… I had no direction. Everyone had high hopes in me and I was doing well but I didn’t know if I could live up to them. Sometimes I think, all those flowers and applause, were they really for me? And if I really did turn into a superstar, what would be the point? I’d still be… alone. But, I could find a flaw in anything. I thought they only liked Kiro the performer, not the real me.” -Old Friend Date

Jupiter ♃ Jupiter is the largest planet, a gas giant, known to expand as the “benefactor” of our solar system. Everything it touches is basically blessed. It’s the good luck, confidence, joy, freedom and adventure that it gives to one’s being that it’s so well known for. Jupiter is where you seize your opportunities, take a leap of faith and count your blessings.

Kiro’s Jupiter is in Sagittarius ♐︎ As a Sagittarius Jupiter, Kiro attracts the most good fortune when he is open-handed and generous, and practices what he preaches. These people can be inspirational, usually finding success in travel, education, teaching, sports, publishing, and foreign cultures. They can be philosophical, forward-looking, and enthusiastic to uphold their strong morals. Freedom of movement and expression is essential for these people.

Kiro is of mixed blood, and he is able to speak multiple languages. He’s a big influences as an idol, wanting to change the world with his passions and big heart. He stands up for his morals and expresses them in an open-hearted way towards those around him. It’s without a doubt that Kiro would be successful either way with or without his evol.

“That day I made the wish at the shrine just like today. I rode the streetcar out and just happened upon this museum. After looking at all the instruments and stories, I suddenly felt fine. At the time I thought, nothing else was important. I was making music and that was enough. Since I was inspired by the stories here, I felt that I should use my stories to inspire other people too.” -Old Friend Date

“I want to write a Christmas song about love that makes people feel warm and fuzzy. My wish is for people to hear this song and recall the moment they cherish the most and be happy.” -Quiet Night Date

“I always believed that by putting my feelings into a song, I could share my happiness with everyone.” -Quiet Night Date

“I wish that you will always have the courage to bravely face difficulties and setbacks. I know you can. Whether you’re moving forward or backward, my songs will always be with you, giving you the courage and strength to keep going.” -Heartbeat Date

Saturn ♄ Saturn is the planet of karma, life lessons, hard facts and the challenges in life. It governs structure, our fears, work and self-discipline. Saturn is cold and calculating, however once the challenges and lessons Saturn have been mastered, great wisdom with great rewards can be obtained.

Kiro’s Saturn is in Pisces ♓︎ Behind the scenes, these people like to live in solitude, in contemplation, preferring to work alone. They even may be suspicious of the intention of others and suspect that others' innocence or compassion is insincere. They may not even like showing or feeling any sense of vulnerability. However, if they don’t fully allow themselves to have these very human qualities, they ends up limiting himself. In the process, however, they subtly convey to others that they don’t need kindnesses, compliments, and support, and they could end up feeling quite alone. In time, as they recognise how they may limit themselves and their experiences, they learn to identify with the vulnerable, messy, or chaotic side of themselves step by step, slowly but surely.

Kiro is actually very sharp with his instincts and his alter-egos off screen. This helps him execute tasks however may be detrimental to himself or his relationship with MC (Stardust Date). This sets a whole new depth into his other personas, including his idol persona. If you would like to read more in depth into this side of him, here is where you can read my in-depth character study on his alter-egos. (Warning- contains lots of spoilers!)

Kiro doesn’t want people to see the “imperfect” side of him, only wanting to be known as the Sun without the sun-spots. Since his real life and idol life being shown is different, the differences in them will reveal great lessons to master in his lifetime.

“MC, I’m actually timid and childish. When it comes to things I don’t like, I’ll always think of hiding them and locking them up. I won’t see them. I won’t let other people see them. But if it’s you..” -CN Inspiration Date

“When I close my eyes, random notes fill in my mind and I feel so useless! I can’t make any more music if I can’t break through this. With no music, nobody will like me. No one..” -Treasure Date

“If I have a dark side, I should hide it from others, right? Because, I don’t want to show you and I don’t want to disappoint others.” -Light and Shadow Call

Uranus ♅ Wherever Uranus is in the chart, it’s where we want to break free, where we want to do things our own way, when you don’t care what everyone else is doing or thinking about. It’s where we express our ideals on freedom, innovation and experience great epiphanies. We strive for independence with the influence of the Uranus character. As a result, we learn to rebel, break traditions and authority. It shakes things up from our past and into the modern future. It is often associated with unpredictability, chaos and anarchy.

Kiro’s Uranus is in Aquarius ♒︎ These people are most interested in making changes, innovating, and updating traditions related to technology, community and individuality. They seek more freedom in or through these areas, and don’t feel the need to conform as they’re ready to rebel if need be. They’re compelled to break through some of the inhibitions or taboos related to cooperating, connecting, and interacting. Despite the need for progress, they can be very stubborn and set in their ways in these areas. However, they believe in openness to new ideas and free thought. Aquarius Uranus have a strong interest in new technologies, the power of science, and the importance of communication.

“At that time, I was actually a little rebellious. I was filled with curiosity about the world, and wanted to try everything.”

Kiro makes positive changes to the world around him as KEY in his mentor’s footsteps, exposing crimes such as an orphanage in the Heaven’s Home For Children Rumours and Secrets. Without a doubt that Kiro is on top with his technology, and is to be the unexpected surprise to MC when he reveals this persona to her. He’s been doing a lot of the behind-the-scenes work to protect and change society for the better, and with his intelligence and leadership, he’s ready to make history in whatever persona he chooses to hold.

Within three days, this orphanage that was built on the children’s blood and tears was destroyed, and all those involved were caught. Many large forums were discussing who hacker Key was, but no one could provide an answer. No one knew over ten years ago, and still no one knew now.

Neptune ♆ Neptune is the inspirational planet of dreams, inspirations, soulmates, enlightenment and sacrifice. It’s all about connection with the universe and the world around you, however can have the polar effect of deception and illusion, along with disappearances of sorts. It can also govern your music tastes and influence on how you can inspire others.

Kiro’s Neptune is in Capricorn ♑︎ These people are discerning, wise, and sensible. Their vision of an ideal world may centre around respect for rules, order, responsibility, and morality. Needing to believe in the realisability of their dreams means that their fantasies usually have a very realistic thread to them. Energy levels may not be high when they don’t believe in what they’re doing, and inspiration is not easy to find in the first place. However, they can turn a dream into reality more easily than most if they persevere as their visions are practical and also doable.

He is already a big inspiration to others as someone who is so out in the open in the spotlight with his own music that he writes. He believes in his passions, hard work and his higher purpose which is why he’s so determined to succeed in whatever he does. Kiro knows that his work will pay off in the end, which is also why he is so committed to making the world a better place- so that the world would be safer and happier place for MC. They met when they were children and they met each other again as adults, and we know that Kiro definitely feels very connected to MC on a deeper level and is committed to help her with her purpose (by disappearing himself? Neptune, wtf??)

“Hearing this from you, I can rest. The company put in a lot of effort for this plan, and I must definitely showcase my most perfect self, and not disappoint everyone.”

As the light gradually dims in this cold winter, I can clearly see the seriousness and resoluteness in his eyes. -CN Winter Tour Date

“After looking at all the instruments and stories, I suddenly felt fine. At the time I thought, nothing else was important. I was making music and that was enough.” -Old Friend Date

Pluto ♇ A lot of astrologers still use Pluto in their reports. Pluto is the Lord of the Underworld, and is not to be messed around with. It’s responsible for great destructible transformations and corresponds to the life, death and rebirth cycle. It’s the detoxing planet, for you to awaken and be reborn. It shows us where we can change the world, alongside right where we can go into the abyss of the cunning and controlling energies of Pluto. Its powers can be ever so subtle, however it can have the forces to trash you with the realisations of what you need to let go in order to transform. Think of it as the “healing crisis” moments that you can thank Pluto for.

Kiro’s Pluto is in Sagittarius ♐︎ They take beliefs and philosophy of life very seriously, more than most. They believe deeply in personal freedom and expression. Uncovering the truth can be a mission. They may want to watch for a tendency to move from one cause to the next or one project to another, perhaps as a result of this dissatisfaction or from inhuman expectations. However, their faith in humanity is strong, and they are moved and motivated by the positive vision of a better world.

Kiro is able to cultivate his own unique beliefs on the world based on his Mentor’s teachings with the hardships that he faced, alongside his determination to protect MC. Kiro executes his purpose in bringing positivity and hope into many people’s lives in all of his multiple personas, working in the spotlight and in the shadows. He believes in the greater good, such as having to leave MC so that she could save everyone, however, sacrificing himself and his freedom. Though this is one of the many things he values, he would do anything to protect the one he values the most- MC.

And the one sentence to sum up everything-

“We shall stand in darkness as we defend the light.”

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Maid of Breath

Freedom, leadership, leaving a lasting mark on the people and places we meet and go to; such a thing is a dream that countless people fight towards. They struggle, and they crawl through the mud and rain so that they may finally get a taste - a single drop - of the power that comes from such a grand thing. Countless people holding their breath as their lungs begin to burn and throb from the inside. All because they believe that if they suffocate themselves long enough, they will eventually finish their ascent to the top of the mountain, food chain, ladder, what have you. After all, the air at the top is so thin, so finite, that to take the deepest gasp of air may be taking far more than they need. Such a greedy act is a red flag for a bad leader, and so they will be reprimanded as such - ejected from where they once sat and sent plummeting all the way to the very bottom of their societal hierarchy.

Of course, not everyone is born at the bottom of this structure. There may be some people who are fortunate enough to be born somewhere higher up on it, though their position is never fully promised to remain the same forever. It’s an ongoing battle; getting to the very top of it all and finally having that privilege to look down upon everyone, spitting at those who may once have believed themselves better or far more qualified than you. Watch as they stare up from their pitiful placements, eyes full of determination that is simultaneously ever-burning yet slowly dwindling out. A snake eating its own tail for eternity.

However, it would be unwise to think one’s own place at the top will last forever. After all, much like how anyone can be born at any level below, so, too, can others be born any level above. There will always have been those born at the very top, even if those before them in their bloodline were once climbers. What matters is that they were here first, that this is their kingdom, they are the ones who rule over it and they will never let it go. Born into their place at the top, they will do whatever it takes to ensure that nothing, or no one, threatens their rightful placement. After all, once the top has been reached, all there is left to do is go back down.

Now, so far this may have raised some questions; how does this relate to Breath, or even the Maid themself? Well, to be quite blunt, the Maid of Breath is one of those people born quite high on the societal hierarchy. In fact, one might even go as far as to argue that they were born at the very top. Whether this truly is the case for all Maids of Breath is most likely a debatable topic, though it can’t be argued that these creators tend to be rather privileged in many senses of the word. Fame, wealth, status, looks, if you can name a privilege, then at least a dozen or so Maids of Breath will have it in their pockets.

Although this may sound like the Maid of Breath is yet another ignorant and foolish higher class person, much akin to the Knight of Light, that is only partially true. It’s not that the Maid chose to be this way, or to be born into such an empirical state of life and business. No, this most certainly has to do with their Classpect, and how it has already set itself and the Maid up for a life of spoiled luxury. After all, when you stand upon the largest stage of the world with countless people staring at you through one lens or another, it’s undeniable that somehow, someway, you’d end up becoming an influencer of sorts. Which is to say, no matter how much the Maid of Breath may try to be their own person, those who look up to them will inevitably end up copying everything that they say and do.

Having countless people watching everything that they do, this life of leadership and influence is one that greatly weighs down on the Maid day-in and day-out. This is not something they wished to have, nor would ever have dreamed of wanting. Yet from atop the hierarchy do they look down at everyone else, involuntarily so, knowing that everyone else trying to climb to the top do not realize the true price of power. As much as people look up to the Maid of Breath, voluntarily so, there will always be those who do not look up to them with respect nor kindness.

Even some of the Maid’s most loving admirers will sometimes have moments of harshness towards the Maid - moments of scorn, judgement, and beratement towards them. No matter how much they may remind their followers that they are always free to stop - to go and leave them - these remarks are often ignored. So they stay, and continue to call to the Maid for solutions, help, and support, all the while occasionally leaving them ragged and distressed. Not ever do they think for a moment of taking time for themself, however, for they know the vicious judgement and hissed criticisms to come from such selfish behavior.

The Maid of Breath is a leader, after all, and a good leader is one who always finds a way to persevere no matter their state of being or circumstances. Besides, they’re living in the lap of luxury compared to countless others - compared to their countless followers and fans - so what do they truly have to complain about? Everyone else is dealing with their own problems, oftentimes at a far greater disadvantage than the Maid, after all. It is this line of thinking that the Maid will begin to keep quiet of their struggles, and instead begin to dedicate themself to doing just that - to being a leader, an influencer, and helping those who need it the most. After all, a good leader does not show weakness or cowardice. A good leader shows bravery and strength, mentally, physically, and spiritually. All the while collecting more faithful, yet critical, followers, alongside those who have a far more green-eyed vision locked on the Maid of Breath and their spot on the hierarchy. All the while, the power of the Maid’s Aspect and its control over their life grows.

Time would pass as normal, uncaring for the Maid and their struggles with their Aspect. As much as the Maid tries to dedicate themself to their role as a leader, there is still a constant foul after taste in their mouth when they finish speaking to their followers. It feels as though the very air they breathe becomes contaminated by them merely opening their mouth. When they speak, it feels as though they struggle to choke out every word they say, as though the very atmosphere they live in is trying to suffocate or drown them. None of it feels right or even authentic; it always feels like they are reading off of a script, saying what people want to hear rather than what they need. The Maid always gives the people want, but never gives what they themself need.

It may appear as though the Maid has locked themself in their own handmade shackles of destiny - and they are shackles that they will eventually grow tired of. They made these shackles themself, meaning that they have the key to unlock them at any moment; but they refuse. They refuse, because to release themself of their leadership duties would mean letting down an immeasurable amount of people. It would mean the Maid would have to admit that they were wrong, that they were in over their head, and that they are no better than the fools who continue trying to climb up the hierarchy. After all, to be at the very top means to be the best of the best, an idol, a guiding light, or perhaps even something more, something less human, to look up to. If such a person were to show vulnerability, well; let’s not forget that even those at the top are not promised to remain in their thrones forever.

However, it is not just those below them that pose an ever-looming threat of disappointment, disapproval, and more. Those that sit with them at the very top, the other rulers of the people below them, the ones who get to sit at the table while the peasants run about and sleep on the streets; these are the other outside forces that know how much pressure to apply to the Maid in order to get them to behave and keep others in check. Of course, there is always the continuous, internal strain and battle with their very own Aspect, as well. How it so deeply wishes to overtake and control the Maid, whispering to them all of its two-faced promises of gifts, fortune, and love. All the Maid has to do is sacrifice their humanity, humbleness, and humility - all they have to do is no longer care what anyone thinks of them.

For the Maid of Breath, their Aspect is one that began its terrible reign before they were ever even born - before they drew their very first breath. They were born into their Aspect, though their situation has always been much like the baby trapped in its cradle that sits atop the tree. One wrong gust of wind, and the Maid themself will end up plummeting to the ground - losing all that they had. Their credibility, fame, wealth, privilege, and leadership; all of it could so easily be lost if the Maid is not careful and light on their feet, but they best be careful with how exactly high up they manage to jump from tree top to tree top. If they jump too high, they’ll most certainly end up at the mercy of their Aspect. Needless to say, the Maid is that of a minnow, with their Aspect being one of a great, graceful, yet gluttonous crane; waiting to strike and consume the Maid of Breath entirely.

Yet none of the Maid’s followers ever see this side of them - they never see this internal struggle that continuously wages on inside of them every day that they are alive. Granted, this is because the Maid of Breath has always made certain not to show anyone, not even their own family or team, these issues that they have. Maids will dedicate themselves to many things, and being a good leader, a good role model, is one of the many things that they have decided to swear themself into. However, there are only a few issues with this plan of theirs. Do not think for a moment that these issues are small, either.

Some of these issues involve the fact that the Maid always has to be doing something in order to keep the attention of others. Of course, some people may say that all the Maid has to do is say one witty joke or show something shiny and spectacular, but it often is far more than that. The people who do say such things are the ones who tend to be gunning for the Maid of Breath’s placement on the hierarchy, or even in whatever group they find themself to be a part of. However, these cases of showmanship often go far deeper than what appears on the surface. Meticulous planning, formatting, organizing and more is one of the other things many Maids of Breath dedicate themselves too. For as quick moving as their life may be, it could be argued that this habit of organizations is one of the few ways the Maid takes back control over their life, but most importantly over their Aspect.

Back on the note of how stressful the life of an influencer is, the Maid is one who knows just how easy it is for them to lose their footing from atop the stage that they are on. Chances are that in their lifetime, they have seen fellow leaders rise and fall within such short windows of time. One of the many reasons for this happening is often because they grew cocky and self-centered; so much so that when the stagelight finally blinded them, all of the people beneath them took hold and cast them off of their stage. For the Maid of Breath, they most certainly are someone who has grown used to the siren song of selfishness - but it is one that they refuse to call. Every move that they take, every word that they speak, every last micro expression that their face twitches out is one of calculation of precision - all because they are scared to fall, but are still too scared to be blown away by their Aspect.

The top of the world seems so beautiful and enchanting from the bottom, but it is so horribly lonely when one finds themself at the summit. The air is so thin and frail, and there is little to no life in such a cruel environment. All that is to hear is the whipping, hissing winds of the atmosphere, and the incessant chatter of arrogant fools. Although they are surrounded by champions just like them, all they can ever talk about are the same things over and over - like a broken record that never stops spinning. For someone born of an Aspect that embodies freedom, the Maid of Breath is one who often feels like they have nowhere to run or hide as the world around them continues to try and suffocate them. A hundred hands all clasped around their throat, applying a constant pressure against their windpipe. The Maid of Breath may appear to have all the power in the world, but that is so very far from the truth.

The social life of the Maid is one of great complexity and unsurity. As grand of a following as they have with countless people looking up to the Maid for leadership and guidance across multiple issues, their social life is most certainly not anything to write home about. Part of this is because the Maid holds themself to a promise of not seeking out any form of companionship; once again linking back to their fears of failing as a leader. If they are to become a true friend to any of their followers only for that connection to sour - for it surely will - what will become of their reputation? Will the secrets they share together be laid out for all to see? All of their controversial opinions, flaws, and lies; dirty laundry left to be gawked at from those who remain at the bottom. Such a fear is near paralyzing for the Maid of Breath, and so they often steer away from making any meaningful connections with those they are in contact with.

However, there is also the outward influence of their fellow champions and rulers - those who were also born at the very peak, and those who sit upon their thrones. They are all people of such high status and regard, figures that millions of people see but will never, ever be able to truly touch. Figures of purity and perfection left untouched and untainted by the calloused, scarred, and bloodied hands of the climbers. Why would anyone want to go out and break this tradition - this unspoken rule - of maintaining the divided boundaries between those who sit on top and those who wallow at the bottom?

A tree only associates with the dirt as a means of survival; stealing away the nutrients offered by it, allowing for the tree to grow larger and larger every day. The tree gives nothing in return to the dirt, because it does not need to. The Maid does not need to give anything back to their followers, but that does not mean they will not try. All of those at the top may get to look down at the other levels beneath them, scoffing, spitting, and swinging down at them; but it is ultimately the Maid of Breath who comes to realize the unfairness of the system they live in. It is them who realizes their privilege, and will do everything in their power to try and dismantle it as best as they can.

As much as the Maid of Breath may fear their secrets being revealed, or experiencing any sense of betrayal from a wolf hiding beneath woolen clothing, finding a way to lash out and rebel against their life - their Aspect - is something that slowly begins to take over the Maid’s priorities. People from all over the hierarchy still come to them with their problems and insecurities. People still seek out a leader from the Maid of Breath. Such awareness is what leads the Maid to seek out a way to bridge that gap between their followers, and themself. No more hierarchy, no more binary roles of leaders and followers, no longer will they be the only one seen as responsible for everyone’s needs.

The Maid of Breath knows that their place on this mountain is not forever - that there will always be someone who will come around and surpass them; an Heir to the throne of leadership. After all, once the cleaner of the castle has done all that they can do, where are they to go except where others cannot see or hear them? Such a fate has been certain for the Maid of Breath ever since they took their very first breath of thin, frail air at the top of this mountain. They will rule, and then they will be forgotten - cast out from their place upon the very top. Once upon a time, such a thought horrified them and brought them endless amounts of agonizing and anxiety. Countless nights of sleep lost over their fear of losing their place atop the mountain, and for what, in the end?

A leader who has grown tired of being in the spotlight at all times, who has dreamed of the days where they get to fill their lungs with heavy, thick air. A person who no longer wants to be the hero, and instead wishes to take back what has been so wrongfully stripped from them. They have suffered in silence for countless years - having a mouth but never being allowed to ever scream. Now that they have grown so tired of the whims and wants of not only the people around them, but also their Aspect within themself, a storm has started brewing. Within the very heart of these winds of change will be the Maid - the very focal point of it being them and their Aspect clashing against each other.

Two forces of immense energy finally colliding, all the while with outside forces continuing to try and rip them both apart. An episode of untethered emotions, tossed aside logic, and frenzied bouts of inward and outward destruction. Everything the Maid has ever been born into and worked towards comes crumbling in their hands, if only purely by their own design. A sense of freedom not only for them, but everyone else around them; the freedom of no longer having a role to fit into.

In the setting of being part of a group - or even a session - this culmination of their breaking point would most certainly be a threat of compromise for everyone involved. After all, they are someone who is meant to help lead everyone to their goals, accidentally or otherwise. They are meant to be the one who fixes what is wrong along this strenuous journey. Most importantly, they are meant to act as one of the few people capable of holding everyone and everything together. However, such a role is one the Maid no longer wishes to be burdened with - especially if it means that they will only be continuously used and abused by those around them.

Most importantly, though, is that this breakdown has been sparked by one of the deepest desires they have had for their entire life. The desire to be normal - to have a life that is their own and only their own. No copy-cats, no followers, no rivals, controversies, or scrutiny. All they have ever wanted was to feel as though they can truly breathe, laugh, and smile without someone else making a pointless remark or criticism of it. The Maid of Breath has wanted to feel alive - to be alive - for so many years now.

Even as they have this complete and unadulterated breakdown for all to see, never before have they felt more alive than when they are tearing themself apart; from the inside and out. It’s one of the first times they have ever felt in real control over their actions, as self destructive as this freedom may be. However, so comes the precise question of what exactly this dismantling of their Aspect looks like. As extravagant as it may be spoken of, the reality of it is one far less fantastical - much like the flight and fall of the Maid of Breath themself.

For the Maid of Breath, this descent down the mountain is not a pleasant stroll or graceful flight. No, it is something far messier - a spiral, one might even call it. It would start off far more subtle at first with the Maid. A mistake here, an accident there - giving the wrong orders to the wrong person, saying the wrong thing at the wrong time, throwing shade when they deem things far too bright. Controversies would start to pile up more and more with the Maid as they would speak such ugly words, commit such atrocious actions, and perform the most outraging acts of defiance. Their entire world would become divided in those who still supported the Maid, and those who began to lose faith and trust in their true capability as a leader and influencer.

In their very own friend group, such a divide would slowly begin to form amidst the people inside of it. More misleading directions would be given, and ill-willed guidance would be spoken to those still foolish enough to come to the Maid for help. Once a kind and caring person, the Maid of Breath would become someone of grand petty and volatile anger. Even to the people who they still trust and love will be subjected to those rapidly changing winds - the electric energy of rage that always seems to follow the Maid wherever they go. For the friend, or friends, who believes themself capable enough to calm this internal storm, they would be surely mistaken.

During this entire fall of their empire, of losing the trust of all their followers, the Maid has slowly been losing more and more of their Aspect. A leader who was once competent, organized, and calculating now sits amidst a slowly burning throne room. Even as they can feel the smoke and polluted air fill their lungs, they still can’t help but smile so widely. Freedom, they think, this is what real freedom tastes like. Freedom from their responsibilities, devotions, and, most importantly, their Aspect itself.

For as long as they continue this descent away from the very top, they will be deemed a traitor to those who stand where they once stood. On the flip side, they will only be seen as another stepping stone or gateway to success for those far lower on the hierarchy. If it means ridding themself of even more of their Aspect, then the Maid will happily hold that gate open to not only the upper ranks, but for people to take a piece of their Aspect along the way. If they truly wish to see what is at the top, who is the Maid to decline them such a privilege? If they believe themself to be capable of being a better leader, why not allow for them to try it out? Let them learn for themself how much of a sham it really is to be a leader - to do all of this work for everyone beneath you and never get anything in return.

The Maid of Breath was once a person some may describe as selfless; always finding a way to make their efforts about everyone else rather than themself. During this dismantling of their Aspect now, though, such a fact is something that has also been put under scrutiny. After all, they are leaving others to try and take up that space of leadership that so desperately needs to be filled - they’re even going as far as to help out and encourage others. However, those far more knowledgeable know exactly what the Maid does; at the end of the day, no one will ever be able to fully replace the Maid when it comes to their leadership abilities. All of it will come crashing and burning down - a beautiful showing of fiery rain from the Heavens above. For themself, they wish to be standing at the very bottom of this societal mountain when this structure of insecure power finally comes crashing down.

Yet, as much as the Maid would wish to have a normal life and to see such a sight, there comes an issue that they did not anticipate. For every ship that sails, there must be the wind that pushes it. For every bird that soars into the sky, the wind is what keeps it afloat. For everything to remain alive and intact, the air must never still nor ever cease. Although people do not have wings, we must still find our own gusts of wind to keep us pushing forward in life. This is what the Maid of Breath so foolishly and haphazardly neglected to think about.

During their journey away from their Aspect - having it be stolen and destroyed along the way - so would eventually come the moment where things become far more dire than they could have anticipated. Their dreams - their heart - says to completely abandon it all - the mountain, the hierarchy, their position at the top of it all. However, it is their mind that says otherwise; it is their mind that tells them that things cannot be maintained in a state such as this. All of the Breath that they have lost has started to take its toll on them, and they are beginning to feel far more detached from it all. Far less motivated, lively, and driven.

Sitting down and taking even a moment to think, all they can feel at that point is exhaustion. The weight of existence finally coming and crashing itself down unto them, and slowly they begin to see the flaws in their plans. As much as it may pain the Maid to come and realize this, they are someone who was never meant to lead a normal life. Or, at the very least, a life like that of the common people. Being an influencer - a leader - is ultimately what their normal is supposed to be. It’s what they were born to do - to be. Where they sit now, what is happening in their life right now, is the furthest from normal they have ever been. It is here that they realize they didn’t want normality in their life - they just wanted a break from it all; a feeling of actual freedom.

Their mental health had been deteriorating for so long, and no one did anything to stop or fix it. No, that’s not true. Some did try, but the Maid had pushed all of them and their attempts away. Because, at that point, their fall from grace had already been happening for a horrifically long amount of time. Now here the Maid sits - scared, lost, and, ultimately, alone. Their biggest fear of being a leader that will be surpassed and forgotten - left to become irrelevant - now having come true, all by their own hands. As much as they may wish for this to be some Doomed Timeline, that is unfortunately not the case for someone such as them. They are living through their deepest fear at this very moment, and so now comes one of the most important questions of their life: What will they do now?

One of the biggest ways for freedom to manifest itself is in choice, especially when one is left to make that very decision of their own accord. For the Maid of Breath, it could be argued that this is the closest they have ever gotten to tasting true, individual freedom. Yet they will pause, and they will ponder. For although the structure they rest on is slowly crumbling in their absence, they still cannot help but be fearful as to how much influence their Aspect still holds over them in this moment. It has managed to give them everything anyone else in the world could ever dream of, but it has managed to strip and steal away all that the Maid has ever wanted at the same time. Time waits for no one, though, and the sands are slowly beginning to bury the Maid in a coffin of their own mind’s making.

There would come a rift inside of the Maid - them versus theri Aspect. Such an internal feud is one not unfamiliar to either of them. Both sides would make their arguments, and both would lay out countless points that would be both good and bad. All that the Maid has ever wanted was to experience the world as an individual, not an idol. No one can truly help what situation they are born into, their Aspect would argue back. How are they meant to sit quietly on the backs and shoulders of those below them, knowing the suffering they are going through? Why must they benefit from the oppression of others? They don’t, and they never did. The choice was always there for them to leave their throne and allow for it to be taken by someone else, yet they didn’t.

Because the Maid of Breath is a walking paradox. Someone made of and meant to embody their Aspect - the good and the bad; that is who the Maid ultimately is. To be made of Breath is to be made of leadership, that much is true. However, it also means to be made of freedom - of liberation. Free of restrictions, rules, and boundaries, capable of adapting to whatever climate of the situation they find themself in. That is who they are meant to be, and yet they are only now taking their first steps towards actually using this freedom. Why, they would be questioned, why now? When their empire is ablaze and their head is full of fog?

Fear and anxiety - that’s why. More specifically, the fear and anxiety of stepping out of line, of breaking out of the mold made to perfectly fit them, and of being seen as nothing more than another promising child turned troubled youth. An act of internal self destruction for their own mental health that has been years in the making, and has now finally hatched. The Maid has not taken the plunge for they are afraid their wings will never be strong enough to carry them and their emotional baggage. They were afraid that by leaving their mold, all that would be left is their Aspect - ravenous and starved for the Maid and their attention. Yet here the two sit now, ripped at the seams and unsure what is left for either of them to do. Neither can ever truly live without one another for they are two forces bound by hands neither could ever even think of seeing. What the two can do, however, is learn to compromise and meet in the middle - closing the rift that has separated them for far too many years.

It would be a lie to say that the Maid no longer holds any mistrust towards their Aspect. However, the truth of how truly important they are for the group to function is something they cannot deny. Their friends need them as much as the Maid needed them throughout all these years. The only difference is that this time, there is no doubt that the Maid’s healing presence will be heartily welcomed back with open arms and smiling faces. After all, this is a mess crafted and executed by their own hands, and so now it is one they must clean up and fix.

During this part of their journey will the powers of the Maid truly begin to shine and take shape, most often because this is a journey meant for self reflection and personal healing. Although the Maid of Breath may be returning to the group in hopes of righting the wrongs, they must first fix what has been wronged inside of themself. Which is to say, they must learn to create their Aspect - thus healing it - before they can even think of creating the lack of Breath amidst their group.

This is a process that is meant to be taken slow and carefully, much like any other process of healing. Coming back down from their heightened state of fear and unsurity, it is meant to be a slow fall back down to the emotional Earth within their heart and mind. However, in knowing that time is of the essence, and how desperately their friends are in need of a true and proper leader, the Maid of Breath would start their journey of creation and healing far quicker than most other Maids would. Naturally, they would want to be returning to their friend group as fast as possible - charging into the blazing inferno that is their friend group and its internal hierarchy. As weak as their Aspect may be in this moment, that rush to always be on the move and pushing forward is still most certainly a piece of them that has persisted. As long as the Maid believes themself capable of cutting corners to get to their destination as soon as possible, they will try their best to do just that.

Such a mistake is common in Maids of Breath just starting out their journey. Little do they know is that this mistake can often hold them back rather than propel them further ahead. The reason for this is that in order for the Maid to even come close to creating the tiniest instance of Breath, they must first learn and understand their Aspect to the best of their abilities. After all, how is someone meant to create something they know next to nothing about? Not only that, but the Maid themself still has their own wounds and scars to tend to before they can even start healing the ones their friends have collected.

In the journey of developing their powers, there are two important things the Maid would have to come and learn, as well as internalize. The first is patience - learning when to let the air sit still and peaceful around them and their friends, and when to simply sit and breathe. Chances are that the Maid of Breath is one who has convinced themself that so long as they are not on the grind of work, then they are wasting away time and life, even if they are taking a well needed break. By learning this patience, they will learn the second most important thing any Maid should learn, though the Maid of Breath is one who especially needs this skill. This second skill is setting up boundaries, and reinforcing them.

However, during all of this, a certain question may have popped up for a few. How is the Maid meant to learn these skills if they are so eager to wrap things up so quickly? Surely they can find some way to do it on their own, right? For some fully aligned and awakened Maids of Breath, it is true that they most certainly can proudly say that they did it all on their own, but such a journey is one very similar to a double-edged sword. During their journey, there most certainly are at least two ways the Maid of Breath may go about learning about their Aspect, and just how they can create, and heal it.

The first path they can choose is one of isolation and possible loneliness, but undisturbed or uninterrupted reflection and self-teaching. This journey is often chosen by the Maids of Breath who feel far too ashamed to truly face their friends and group just yet, or at least by those that are aware of how they are not healed enough to go back to a place that has harmed them before. Although they have the best intentions in mind for themself and their group, such a journey is one that often ends the same - or at least similar.

By essentially sealing themself away from others, the Maid is left with only themself and their Aspect as a means of company. The journey of the Maid is not a short one, nor is it easy. It is one that will involve meticulous self disciplining, as well as learning when to pull the reins on themself and their Aspect. Very few Maids of Breath choose this option, and for good reason. The repetitive nature of these self taught lessons can lead one's mental health to continue deteriorating, especially if they are far more critical of themself than anyone else.

If these Maids of Breath who follow this path are not careful, then they could so easily make it near impossible for them to continue onward at all. Even for those that do, they still run the risk of becoming perfectionists when it comes to their skills as a person, and as a leader. Not only that, but oftentimes these Maids of Breath will end up becoming the leaders who find it difficult to associate with the people in their group. Which is to say, due to their prolonged isolation, companionship of any kind is difficult for them. So much so that, in some cases, they actively try to avoid it in fear that all of their self discipline will be ruined.

They often take their roles far more seriously than the other group of Maids, thinking it more as a job than anything else. Because of this, the overall attitude of these Maids of Breath would most likely shift dramatically into something a few friends may see as odd. What once was a young person full of boundless joy and shining optimism now stands a hardened, rigid person with an emotional outer shell tough enough to be called carapace. Far more stern and serious in everything that they do, and every situation they find themself in, the Maids of Breath who dedicated themselves to these isolated lessons more often than not emerge as strangers to those who know them.

However, they are still Maids who most certainly have succeeded in their journey of harnessing their creative powers. As for the other branch of Maids, they are ones whose journeys still have to be discussed and examined. For the Maids of Breath who trot down this path, they are the ones who see and know that they cannot do this alone. They are hurt, scared, and confused as to where they are meant to go, or how they are even meant to start their journey. These are the ones who realize that strength comes in numbers, not everyone packed away into their own little boxes. Although such a journey may sound more akin to that of a Blood-bound, it is sometimes best to remember that even the most opposing and clashing Aspects will still hold some similarities between each other.

Even though there may be similarities, this is a journey that is meant to restore balance and order to the group; bringing the Maid of Breath back to their rightful place as the leader of the group. It is something that they want to come back to, but they first learn how they can even begin to create it. This is when they must consult their friends and fellow players in order for them to learn how they need to create their Aspect. More importantly, though, they will learn along the way just exactly what they need to create. It should come as no surprise to hear and know that an Aspect such as Breath is one of great expansive and flexible possibilities.

When creating Breath, one must first think of what type of Breath they want to create; which is what leads to so many Maids becoming far too overwhelmed in the beginning of their journey. However, for these Maids that seek out council and guidance from those around them, this issue would dwindle quite quickly. Not only that, but by listening to the tips, tricks, and overall advice of others, the Maid would begin to learn just how truly diverse everyone in their group is. They would get to see people at their most vulnerable, speak to those they had rarely spoken to before, and learn all the intricacies that are so beautifully woven across everyone. A giant web for them to travel across and learn about, learning about all of the spiders and flies stuck to it.

By learning how to create Breath through their friends, these are the Maids of Breath who often play a far more enthusiastic and outgoing role as a leader. They are the ones far more eager to reach out and help, and to make things far more fair for those around them. After all, to expect someone to see and experience the diversity in a group and still not care for all of them would be ludicrous. No, these Maids of Breath are ones who do care - deeply so - and even more is that they know how it feels. They understand what it feels to not be treated fairly, like the world will end if they make the wrong move, or that they are overall a giant screw-up who simply got lucky in all that they did. The Maid of Breath sees the struggles that everyone faces or has faced, and it makes it all the more easy to recognize their own problems.

Along this journey, no matter the path the Maid picks, they inevitably will come to the point of finally being able and confident enough to create their Aspect. By learning more about Breath and noticing all the different ways it not only affects themself, but everyone else around them, so too will come the conclusion that their Aspect is one of great importance. The group needs not only leadership, but so much more from the Breath of the Maid. Someone who has great influence on the actions and decisions of others, a person of great flexibility, and, most importantly, a friend who can be there to give aid and guidance towards the eye of whatever storm others may find themselves in.

Nearing this point in their journey, the Maid has recognized that this is their role in the group, and it is a role that cannot go unfulfilled. However, one other thing they have learned and recognized is that they must also be one to look after themself. As much as they are the leader of their group, they are still a person just like everyone else. They may be someone of great flexibility, yes, but it is that flexibility that got them to their worst state of mental health in the first place. It is this part of their Aspect that the Maid will most certainly create in other people - splintering and snapping off pieces of their own flexibility and dishing it out to those around them. The less they have, the far better they will be at setting up and maintaining boundaries for themself.

Of course, this could be argued to go for why the Maid creates any version of Breath - to deplete themself of it enough that they will be able to feel less burdened by it. Even an Aspect such as Breath is a finite resource and presence, but it is still a weight that remains on the Maid’s shoulders. No matter how much peace they may try to conjure up with their Aspect, that sword of Breath still rests heavy over their head, and it is a feeling they most certainly do not enjoy. This time around, however, they know better than to have all of it taken and stripped away from them. Balance is something important to every Maid, but for the Maid of Breath especially, it is the balance between their own life and their work; their responsibilities and their mental health.

It is these boundaries that help to usher the Maid into truly becoming a creator of their Breath, for in order to create Breath it means to create a numerous amount of things. It means to create flexibility in others, though this is a creation very few Maids approach, namely out of fear of creating false flexibility in others - violating their own freedom to think and feel what they want. In especially sticky and life-altering situations, however, such a power is one that could wind up preventing or causing horrific consequences down the timeline. Whether it’s an argument between two or more people, or something far more serious as one person being stubborn, such as a Space-bound who won’t stop until they breed the perfect frog, or a Rage-bound who refuses to follow the words or see the perspective of the local Life-bound.

Not only that, but the Maid can create freedom for everyone in the group - including themself. This is a far more obscure and expansive power, much like creating flexibility in others, and so it is yet again another power so few Maids ever actually tap into. Some of the reasons for this hesitance and nervousness towards it could be the vagueness of this power. What does it mean to create freedom, especially to a group such as their own? Does it mean to free someone of a toxic relationship, to be able to break out of the walls of their cell - metaphysical, hypothetical, or otherwise, or does it mean to be free of any and all chains that bind us? To slip between the lines of text that the disembodied voice of a narrator speaks, free to change and do whatever they may please? What would the repercussions of that even be?

It is a power that all Maids have, but it is one that so many are afraid to even consider. Much like flexibility, it is one that is only ever considered in dire situations, such as a Doomed Timeline or even a session that is Null, perhaps even Void, and is in imminent threat of being wiped from existence with everyone still inside. Who is to say except the Maids of Breath who have created that freedom themself.

Now, of course, there is the far more obvious, yet also not-so-literal, sense in which Breath can be created. Leadership, and the creation of it. To some, this power may seem counter-intuitive, especially given the narrative and overarching importance of the Maid of Breath’s role as a leader. However, in reality, this is one of the Maid of Breath’s greatest powers within their basic power and toolkit of creating their Aspect. By creating leadership, they allow more room for others to step up on the platform that they stand upon, and as such allow for less leadership burdens to solely rest on themself and themself alone. It allows for a group effort to truly feel more equal and opportunistic for others, especially for those who may otherwise not have any chance of being remotely close to a leadership role.

These Maids who create leadership are often the ones who followed the path of friendship rather than isolation when it came to their lessons of Breath and its importance, though that is not to say any other path closes off this power from them. Moreso, these Maids are the ones who realized the various types and amount of privilege people in the group hold, and also do not have. Seeing how important their role is as a leader, but also realizing that even the strongest and most successful leaders have moments of weakness and need even longer moments of rest. By creating leadership in their group, they not only find a way to dismantle that hierarchy that has plagued so many of their lives, but they also make it so that no matter what, there will always be at least one leader present in the group.

Much like the other Aspects, Breath is one that holds a far more literal sense to the way it can present itself. The ways in which the creation of this literal version of Breath can take form is numerous, and most definitely is only advised for the Maids who have a strong hold over their Breath. One of these versions is creating the literal air around them, wherein they could be the source of oxygen for themself and others. It could be argued that this power could manifest itself by the Maid of Breath having some of the best lung capacity and/or strength ever - being able to withstand a lack of breathing far longer than anyone else in their group could. Although this power is one that may not seem to be the most important, or even needed, it most certainly is one that could come in handy for situations where breathing is not entirely available.

Of course, the other version of this literal Breath is one that many anticipate when it comes to this Aspect; the weather, and the flow of air itself. Of course, a Maid of Breath would not be able to have complete control over something such as this - most certainly not as much as an Heir, Witch, or even Lord and Muse could be capable of. Such lack of control is why so many Maids of Breath are wary of harnessing this power - what they create is now out of their grasp, and there is little they could do about it. They could create whatever type of weather they wanted, at any moment - whether it be a beautiful, pleasant breeze and a cloudless day, or a torrential downpour that threatens to flood everything in its path. Perhaps, for those who feel especially malicious, will be those who create a typhoon, hurricane, tornado, or a storm that could so easily blow away all their problems and foes, but also their friends if they are not careful.

Breath is uncontrollable, and unpredictable. It is something that can be so pleasant and become a great aid to some, while it can also become a force of pure and utter destruction. Such a truth is something that cannot go unspoken or unacknowledged, and believe these words when it is said that the Maid of Breath knows this truth all too well. They are made of their Aspect, after all - and their flippant attitude of being either the sweetest, kindest person one could meet, to one of the most uncontrollable and volatile hurricane of a person one could have the displeasure of encountering is something that many know. It’s a near trademark trait of their personality, and it’s one that many Maids of Breath hold shame over.

This shame is such that prevents many Maids from venturing any further down their path of power, for the next leg of this journey is one wherein they are allowed to create through their Aspect. For them to acquire this power, however, is to also become one complete entity from within. Which is to say, the Maid of Breath must fully embrace their Aspect as it must embrace them - the two becoming one in the process, and thus allowing for the Maid to become truly intune with their Aspect. No matter what path the Maid took previously, whether it be lonesome or social, the powers of creating through one’s Aspect are all in the same. For the Maids of Breath who do seek out this power and finish their journeys, they are the ones who become one of the truest, bluest, and most ultimate leaders of them all.

Creating through Breath is where their powers shine the most, for it’s a power that means to create through their own freedom. As long as they can spread their wings and fly, then they are capable of creation. Most importantly, though, is that they are capable of creating through leadership - oftentimes their own. They can make the impossible seem far more possible, everyone’s goals far more reachable, and, most importantly, they can heal the wounds of others through their leadership. Whether it is a physical, mental, or spiritual wound does not matter - as long as the Maid of Breath is in charge, they will forge a path ahead that will always end in complete recovery.

Another power that these Maids hold in their creation through Breath, is the power to essentially create things through the air itself. More specifically, though, is the air in their lungs. Indeed, these Maids can essentially speak whatever they want into existence, though this is a power that takes quite a long time and an extensive amount of skill to perfect. When speaking something into existence, they must be precise in their wording - no pauses, no buffers, nothing. They must be strict and calculated in what they say, lest they accidentally summon something that is not as desired. This is a skill that will never be perfected on the first try, and is certainly one that is often only gifted to those with great patience and adversity when faced with a cement wall separating them and their goal.

Much like the ability to create anything through the air surrounding them, it is something that takes keen precision, concentration, and will-power. After all, they are basically creating something from an Aspect that is so flexible, thin, and unpredictable. They may still not have much control over it as other Classes do, but they most certainly are still capable of doing incredible things with their Aspect.

Now, it could be argued that by creating through their literal air around and in them is something only given to the Maids of Breath who followed the path of isolation, as they often present themselves to be the far more stoic of the two main paths. However, that isn’t entirely the case. It would be far more accurate to say that this group would have a far easier time at acquiring this power, as it is indeed one that leans more towards a person who is self taught in the ways of patience and even creation in general. However, it could be argued that these self taught Maids are those who would struggle to create through their leadership - ironically enough. They are someone who feels disconnected from the others in their group, acting only as the compass and captain of the ship that they sail upon.

On the contrary, the Maids of Breath who sought out the far more social path of creation are the ones who would most likely succeed immensely in creating through their leadership. They know the ins-and-outs of their crew, and likely will want to steer the ship in directions that allow for everyone to get as many of their own loose ends tied up as possible. Meanwhile, they would most likely struggle to create things through air, as they are most likely a person who tends to be more on the move at all times rather than someone who knows when to stop and take a moment to rest.

No matter what route the Maid picks, though, one thing will always be for certain - they are a leader, through and through. They always have been, and they always will be. Although such a thought may once have petrified them, they have traveled far enough to come around and realize that there is far much more good to their Aspect than there is negativity. For someone who once stood alone at the very top of the world, surrounded only by those who reveled in this disadvantages and lack of privilege from those beneath them, the Maid is now someone who finds themself surrounded by numerous people - all unique and diverse in their own right.

By learning how to embrace their Aspect and the privilege it holds over others, they managed to help and create more of it - creating equity amongst the group in the progress. Person by person, piece by piece, the Maid of Breath would help to usher in peace and understanding between everyone in their group. They would slowly dismantle and chip away at the structural integrity of whatever hierarchy they originally found themself to be a part of. By creating freedom, or creating through their power of being a leader; it would become possible for as many people to get the happy endings they so desire. Whether they mean to or otherwise, their influence is one that can help to make things far easier and flexible for everyone, or make progress feel like one is trying to walk against the wind.

Although there was a moment in time where the Maid rejected their role as a leader, and even sought out a way to destroy it and perhaps even themself, it was only because the Maid believed it to be selfish for them to set up boundaries. Being on top of the world was lonely enough, but to then go and set up walls seemed to only be more isolating - though the alternative was ultimately what drove the Maid of Breath into their downward spiral. Now that they have learned more about themself and those around them, they have come to realize that everyone - no matter who they are - needs to set up their own barriers and boundaries in order to truly function at their best.

There is little doubt that they are someone who has learned the art of setting up barriers and boundaries between certain sections of their life. But, the Maid of Breath is still one who most certainly continues to help keep the machine that is their group well-oiled and running. If they are to suspect some members of the group may be struggling, chances are it will be the Maid of Breath to reach out and inquire about their troubles. They may not be a Life-bound, but their love and care for their friends, followers, and allies is still real. A Maid is still one who second-handedly heals others when creating their Aspect, or even through it, after all. The Maid of Breath, therefore, could be someone who heals others by creating Breath or through it - leadership, freedom, and far more flexible opportunities alike.

Of course, as any good leader would do, the Maid of Breath would also tend to be an overall diplomatic presence in the group. Due to their abilities of creation, people tend to come to them either way when problems occur. Even though the Maid will ultimately play the role of the judge or co-judge, they will always encourage everyone else to play the jury that decides for the group whether the accused or accuser is the truly guilty one. When things ever seem especially sticky, or even stuck, the Maid is one who always find a way to make everything feel and seem far more flexible than it was before.

The Maid of Breath is the friend you go to when you want to get out of your nest and have a fun time. They’re the leader that can give reassurance on what is happening and what the plan is, or guidance when you feel lost in your own personal journey. They are the friend-leader you go to for advice with whatever problems you may be experiencing. The Maid of Breath is someone who leaves a mark wherever they go, or on whoever they meet. Although it’s never promised whether this mark will be one of subtle kindness and love, or a deep wound filled with fire birthed from crackling lightning. Either way, there is a certainty that the Maid of Breath was purposeful in the impact they left. After all, they are one who has learned to have far more control over their Aspect than allow for it to control them.

No longer do they fear the storm that brewed, grew, and raged inside of them. No more shame, no more apprehension, and no more facades left to be maintained. They tried to run away from something they were born into, but it would soon become apparent that they were always meant to become the very storm itself; an inescapable destiny written for them from the very moment they drew their first breath. Although it may have been a difficult and unpredictable journey, they have finally learned to embrace their Aspect, as well as themself - the flaws, the good, the unpredictable, the uncertain, and the bad. The Maid knows now that they will never be perfect in who they are or what they do. Instead of holding shame over it, it is a truth that they now hold tenderly in their soul.

Much like the weather itself, there will never be a rigid or precise way of labeling them as perfect. What the Maid of Breath has learned best is to simply be one who goes with the breeze. Things that may once have been a threat to their own health are now things that rarely ever cross their mind. When they do, the Maid is quick to shrug it away, keeping in mind that they have been at their lowest - they have looked into the eye of the storm and felt it look right back at them - and they are no longer so quick to stress about things. They are a leader, through and through. Much like any good leader, they make sure to sweep up others in their wake, bringing them along for the grand journey ahead. They were once alone at the top of the world; a place of ice and loneliness until, one day, the Maid asked themself - why don’t I just make them wings much like mine? So they did. A new type of freedom found in companionship. From that moment onward, everything became less lonely and much more beautiful; in their friends’ world, as well the Maid’s. None of them would have it any other way.

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Warnings: non-consent sex (series)

This is dark! Steve and explicit. 18+ only.

Series Synopsis: Steve Rogers’ life is turned upside down by a reporter.

Chapter Summary: You meet Steve Rogers for an interview but he’s not what you expected.

Note: I’ve been trying to chill the last five days but I obviously got some writing in. It has resulted in this impromptu series and I hope you all like it. It’s looking like it will be about 10 chapters when all is said is done but that being said, I am still working on it.

Thanks to everyone for their patience and feedback. :)

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Your left ankle bent as you leaned heavily on your heel. You stood before the thick walnut door, a round frosted window on its face. The townhouse stuck out on the old Brooklyn row and all knew its resident. It surprised many that he remained in the borough and he was cherished all the more for it. He was the golden boy of New York.

Well, that’s what people like to believe. You weren’t there to paint another flowery picture of the saviour. You were there to speak with the real man behind the plan. There was a story behind Steve Rogers that had yet to be told and when you were selected to tell it, you knew you had to do it right. The task was both daunting and humbling. It could be your big break.

You knocked and adjusted the bag that hung from your shoulder. You didn’t miss the group of kids at the end of the block gathered around for a glimpse of their hero. The door opened and you were greeted by the man himself. He smiled at you as his hand rested on the curled door handle.

“Hi,” He greeted you. “Thanks for coming. It saves me a lot of trouble.”

“Not at all,” You shook his hand.

You’d spoken to him briefly over the phone and negotiated the time and place for your interview. You agreed that him coming to the office would cause too much of a flurry. You were sure he was over that.

“Come in,” He stepped back and waved you through.

He closed the door as you looked around the entryway. A thick banister with the same dark wood as the walls led up to the second level and a finely carved archway peeked through to the next room. It was cozy and a lot quainter than you expected. The exposed brick above the panelling lent it a warmth.

“Shoes?” You stopped by the mat.

“Your call,” He said. “Can I offer you something to drink?”

“Thank you, Mr. Rogers, but I’m fine,” You assured him as you stepped out of your heels. You’d hate to scuff the hardwood. “I’m sure you're just as impatient as me to begin.”

“Steve. And yeah, I suppose. I don’t really do much more than pressers and usually, I don’t do much talking.” He confessed. “Just through here,” He pointed to the front room.

You nodded and stepped through. He directed you to the pair of armchairs before the artificial fireplace and you set your bag down as you sat. He lowered himself across from you as you reached into your bag and pulled out your phone and notebook. You swiped up and flicked your finger across the screen.

“Do you mind if I record you? It helps with editing and of course, accuracy,” You said.

He scratched his jaw and shrugged. “I don’t mind.”

“Great,” You hit the red dot and set the phone down on the small table with the mic facing him.

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You were a bit surprised by how it had all unfolded, but, you supposed, you were right when you said no one was ever exactly what they seemed. Steve was nice enough as he showed you the door but you could see the agitated impatience behind his eyes. You should’ve eased him into it more. Timing was everything.

Even so, you had promised your editor a story and if you didn’t deliver after being chosen for such a coveted one, well, you would never see its likes again.

So you sat at your desk in your small but comfortable city apartment. It was nothing compared to the star-spangled hero’s walk-up but it was home. If you could work the interview the right way, it might mean an upgrade, or at least a television that didn’t flicker.

You hit play on your phone for the third time that night. Steve Rogers’ voice was etched into your brain. And that tension in his forehead, the tic in his jaw. A thinly veiled wrath unexpected of the valiant soldier-turned-saviour. You shivered and paused the recording. It was almost startling how quickly he’d turned on you, but you weren’t entirely innocent.

You stretched your fingers over the keyboard and sighed as you stared at your blinking cursor. You couldn’t just sit on this forever. You had a deadline and an extension was an impossibility, if not a death warrant for your career.

So you hit play and began to type, pausing to play back snippets as you went.

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‘It’s early afternoon in the heart of Brooklyn. Amidst the old brick buildings that line the cracked sidewalks is a townhouse unlike any other. The home of a man born there over a century ago. A living ghost that haunts the block. Most would say he is a friendly spirit.

Steve Rogers answers the door as a boy lets his baseball roll under a car and his friends lower their mitts to watch. A teen on a bike, a ring in his nose, even slows to admire the hometown hero as he smiles; a beacon of the borough. A glimmer of hope for all to think that the block is not the whole world.

He greets me like an old friend. “Hi.” The same smile seen in newsprint. He thanks me for coming and ushers me inside. This is the first time I’ve met him in person. I can’t lie; I’m intimidated. I’m just another person in debt to this great veteran.

His house isn’t what you would expect from a man as prestigious as him. No medals hanging on the wall, no vainglorious cut-outs of his image, or pictures of him shaking hands with men in suits. Only framed baseball cards along freshly laid wood-panels. It’s like any other house in Brooklyn, just newer. An ancient skeleton revived.

We sit in the front room, he offers me a drink. I’m not very thirsty. I’m more anxious to start talking. I can see he is too though his facade is hard to crack. He tells me to call him Steve as my recitations of ‘Mr. Rogers’ become almost pathetic. We begin.

Interviewer: “Great.” I hit ‘record’. “I’ll start by saying you have a nice place.”

Steve: “Thanks.” He seems to relax as he leans back in the chair which is nearly too narrow for his broad shoulders. “It took a while but I think it’s coming together.”

Interviewer: “Can’t take the boy out of Brooklyn, I guess.”

Steve: “Wouldn’t leave it for the world.” He smiles again, though he never truly looks less than amiable.

I: “Only to save it,”

S: “I do what I can.

I: “More than most; New York, Sekovia, the world. You’ve done it all. Do you ever just take a break?”

S: “I try. And sometimes I get a chance to just… be here.”

He looks around, proud of himself, of his home.

I: “Any hobbies?”

S: “You know, I used to love to draw. Nothing special, you know. But I found it calming. I actually bought a bunch of pencils and a pad but I never touched them. I’m sure they're just sitting up in my closet, neglected.”

I listen intently, imagining this man bent over a notebook. It’s an absurd picture as my mind returns to the man in his cowl with shield in hand. The red, white, and blue bullseye is more suiting in my head than a pen.

I: “Anything else? Anything you actually do?”

S: “I like to run. Helps me get to know my neighbours, reconnect with my roots. I read… a little. I’m still not really into the whole internet thing but I try. I still get the newspaper just to read the strips and fill in the weekly crosswords.”

He confirms my suspicion. A man lost in time, but it seems he has found his place.

I: “A man for all times. And you work? I’m sure you get tired of talking about it but well, there’s been a lot of speculation about a possible retirement.”

He ‘s silent as he looks away and fidgets in his chair. He becomes the rehearsed hero at his podium.

S: “I’d hate to fan that fire but I think it’s only natural to consider it.”

I: “Thinking of settling down?”

S: “It’s always a thought but I’m not stupid. It’s not that simple. I’m not the type of man that gets to settle down.”

This remark might break the heart of every woman in Brooklyn and beyond but it seems to hurt him more. A grim truth for a man who many would say has the world in his hands.

I: “And if you did hang up the shield, is there anything you want to do? Anywhere you want to go?”

S: “I’d like to try fishing. I’ve heard it’s relaxing. I love the city but it’s nice to get away now and then.”

I: “Is there anything keeping you from retiring? Besides the obvious; we all know you’re a good man and a great hero. You’ve shown commitment to the city, the world, humanity.”

He looks to the artificial fireplace and shrugs. He’s thinking; perhaps censoring his response.

I: “Co-workers? The world is well aware of what you did for your old friend. And it has proven to be a point of contention, even after the pardon.”

He clears his throat and he’s no longer smiling.

S: “Bucky is an old friend and a commendable soldier. He does his job well. I wouldn’t take anything back. He has more than earned his place.”

I: “So, if you retired, you believe that he would retain his place among the team?”

He’s frowning now. He adjusts his posture so that he seems even bigger than before. A formidable opponent, if not an overwhelming one.

S: “He is not there because of me. He’s there because of himself. Because he is an asset to the world.”

His blue eyes are darker now. No longer the crystalline waves shining in the sun but those foreboding tides which crash together beneath the moonless sky. My ship has gone awry, carried by an errant wind.

I: “Well, I can’t help but point out that many wouldn’t agree. You put yourself and several of your associates on the line to save him. To bring him into your fold. To place a man who was once a national enemy beside you. I hate to say it but, frankly, even if he were pardoned on his own merit, I fail to imagine him being allowed the same access to confidential intelligence and tasked with the protection of civilian life.”

His hands are fists. I could put up a front and say I’m not nervous, but I am. I have done what I once thought impossible. I have angered Steve Rogers.

S: “He wasn’r Bucky, but he is now and he has been cleared. I’m sorry, but I thought you were here to talk about me.”

I: “Yes, I am, but the world is well aware of your friendship with Mr. Barnes and all its implications. It is hard to separate him from your life.”

S: “I agreed to talk about me.”

His tone is set in stone. I attempt to stay calm myself.

I: “We are talking about you, but we can move on. Now, even with its dissolution, there are still questions being asked about the Sokovia Accords and your opposition to it. While many can acknowledge the need for your team and their work, they can’t help but wonder at the lack of restraints placed upon it. There are regulations even for the FBI and CIA and other protective services. So why should you be exempt?”

He sniffs and stands up slowly. He retreats behind his chair and nears a table along the wall. He distracts himself with a signed baseball. I don’t have a chance to ask who scribbled along the stitches as he tosses it and finds his voice.

S: “I never disagreed with the sentiment of the Accords. As heroes, of course, we should have obligations. Our first and foremost being the protection of innocent lives. The hardest to uphold but we do it.”

He is ever the statesman but he isn’t finished and his voice gets low. Dangerous, even.

S: “At the same time, we put our own lives on the line and you come here and nag me about formalities? What is it you want? Paperwork? Reports on how I threw my shield to stop a bullet from striking an innocent bystander? How a piece of shrapnel nearly severed my tendon as I threw myself in front of a speeding vehicle?”

I: “With all due respect, I am only asking about transparency. People deserve to know more. They deserve the truth.”

S: “Is that what you’re looking for? The truth? You want to know what we don’t tell you and your readers?”

He puts the baseball down and his hand is on his hip, disapproving. I suspect his lecture will continue. He nears the chair and grips the back of it as he narrows his eyes at me. I fear he might throw it in my direction though for now, I hope it should act as my own shield against him.

S: “About how I have to lie about how many men I lose to keep this world safe. Because I can’t scare the people. Because I have to keep on this mask of the brave hero.”

His eyes go to the ceiling. He takes a breath to calm himself. I can tell he wants to continue. That he is holding back something which has brewed within him for a very long time. It is a moment before he speaks again.

S: “We’re done here. That’s it. Turn your phone off and go.”

The interview is over. What happens next will remain off the record. I leave with a mouth full of bile. My childlike wonder has been extinguished. I came to seek out the man behind the shield and I have done just that, but he is not who I expected.

I was ready for a humble man, a man like any of us; the same wants and desires. Still human despite his enhancements; despite his superhuman status. What I discovered was a man who’s exceptionality has nurtured a sense of entitlement.

And we do owe him our lives, our gratitude, we owe him the world. Yet I cannot dismiss the sense that he might regret his good deeds. That to him, it has become a thankless chore. That we are the needy children and he has been burdened with our cries for help.

So we should not be surprised or upset upon his retirement, not if, but when it comes. And we cannot fault him for his departure. It has been a long-time coming.’

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You took a breath and sat back in your chair. You rubbed your cheeks as the recording began to repeat itself. You stopped it and checked the time. You’d spend your morning editing and hope you would be ready for submission by the evening.

As you hit save, you felt an odd tremor deep inside. This could be it. Your big story. Or you could be tired and entirely up your own ass. You only hoped it was the former.

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You sat across from Poppy as she read your article through the glasses which sat low on her long nose. She was just past forty and wouldn’t look it if she didn’t wear the ridiculous half-circle spectacles. She wore a shade of red which paid homage to her name and her lipstick was just as bold. Her long lashes flicked up as she lowered the pages and her blonde hair fell behind her shoulder.

“Well…” She said carefully. “It is…interesting.”

You swallowed nervously as you teetered on the edge of the acrylic seat. Her long manicured nails played with the corner of the article.

“I had initially planned to have this in the back pages. No one really cares about the Avengers anymore.” She said. “But this is… I will discuss it with our marketing team but I know a feature when I see it.”

“A feature?” Your lips parted and you sat back as you gripped the thin arms of the chair.

“Oh, yes,” She said. “Another celebrity break-up is not exactly scandalous and to be frank, I do tire of that ridiculous narrative. But this… you will be hearing from me soon.”

“Uh,” You stood awkwardly at what you were sure was a dismissal. “Thank you.”

“For what? Doing my job? Should I thank you for doing yours?” She countered.

“N-no,” You stuttered.

“Go on then. I’m certain you have other work to do.” She tapped her long nails. “You certainly will once this is ready to print.”

You nodded and left her. She was already on her phone before the door closer behind you and you looked around the blindly bright office. It would be your first feature and it was the first article which had earned you more than a passive grumble from the woman. Perhaps you hadn’t been so foolish to think you had actually done something well.

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