#altruistic

[wyxxiee]

No one:

Alastor in the finale:

[superprettythingzzzzzzzz]

*not my video*

This doesn't even scratch the surface of all the good deeds he has done in his short time here on earth. Thank you, Liam, for being and continuing to be an inspiration in always choosing kindness, no matter how hard life gets. ❯❯❯❯ ❤️

[gothicseverance]

Variously (and often alternately) altruistic and egomaniacal, Gothic doctors apply their discipline for the most part through a practice that imbricates orthodoxy and the pseudo-sciences.

—The Handbook of the Gothic

[darklcy]

𝐀𝐥𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 : 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟒 | 𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐲

𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | ��𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : armin arlert x reader, slight! marco bodt x reader 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 1.5k words 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: slow burn, takes place in season 1, mentions of death and grief, depression, angst 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: a death of a comrade follows you now, like a moth to the flame.

𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 | 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭

𝐚/𝐧: im baaack! im so excited to return to altruistic, ive missed it so much, thank you all for being patient and loving this series. i hope you enjoy this chapter!!!

He initially disagreed with the idea.

He knew he had to try harder, talk louder, get stronger. Maybe this was the start to his journey. Huffing down a shaky sigh and thrashing his hands against his sleeves, his throat clears for his beginning sentence.

“...[Y/N]..?”

It’s timid and meek. Could he hear himself? Did you even hear him?

When you don’t stir from your position, he tries again.

“[Y/N]?”

And then he finally sees you. The skin around your eyes appeared red and irritated, probably a result from lack of sleep. Your blinks were lavishly slow as you peered at him, the moment of recognition crossing onto your face right before Armin’s eyes.

You greet him carefully, he notices. Throughout the whole interaction, he notices your movements. How you observed him when he made the gesture to sit beside you, when he referred to the mess hall for dinner. When you bow to your thighs in laughter, he’s mortified. Questions swirl in his brain of what went wrong, how he could fix it, why he is such a disaster-

He’s relieved when you wave him off, instead of barreling down on him like the weirdo he is. You even thank him for his terrible attempt at a compliment, and it makes him want to smile. He didn’t mess this one up..!

When you finally part ways for the night, he feels like there’s more to say, more he has to get off his chest, but he can see how exhausted you are.

Enough is enough for tonight, he decides, and he bids you goodnight. He daringly feels better on the walk to bed, somehow proud of himself for speaking to someone new. He doesn’t register his best friend’s greeting inside, instead heading straight for his bunk with a dazed smile on his face.

╭── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅──╮

Your fork spins the soup in circles like drawing a picture, your fist serving as an anchor for your drowsy head. You’re not eating again, he notices. 

Skipping dinner, and now breakfast. His eyebrows worry, his own meal forgotten and lost. His tablemates eye him suspiciously, before the mess hall rings its bell, and dismisses the cadets to the training grounds. 

The first exam of the season, a 3D maneuver gear test in quadruples. Shadis, the eagle of a man, stationed up high in the trees with his clipboard, awaited the squads with an iron stance. The test commences.

A beam of sun kisses your skin. Tilting upwards with closed eyes, you grant yourself a bit of silence, basking in the ray’s heat. The birds sang a bit louder today than they did yesterday. The trees swayed more with the wind, and the oxygen encased your lungs in a deep inhale.

For a blip in time, it’s peaceful.

….

...The moment of pause turns into an hour gap between squads, and suddenly the medics swarm in with a stretcher. 

“Oh, god…”

Christa’s whisper joins the others’ gasps.

“..Lift him on three. 1, 2,”

A casualty, the very first one from the 104th division. A man named Ben Becker. 

Hannah Diament sobbed into the chest of Franz Kefka, his arms encircling her frame. He’d been in her squad. Fellow peers of his wept into their palms, unable to sustain the weight of the events behind closed doors. 

It was strange how stagnant it felt. It was chaotic yet still, blaring yet quiet. No water shed from your eyes, no tremble to be found in your knees. Just…nothing. 

You’d never spoken to Ben Becker before. All you remembered of him was that he hailed a couple years older than you. There wasn’t an inkling on where his interests lay, what regiment he planned on joining, if he wanted a family. Just a name and a face for your memory.

The instructor spectating Hannah Diament’s squad relayed the incident in a report: 

“The team members utilized great corresponding effort and teamwork, however, the most notable rule in 3D Maneuver equipment was disrespected by cadet Effie Schmidt and Ben Becker, causing Becker to crash land into an oncoming tree branch, fracturing his skull. Schmidt suffered minor injuries, although Becker was pronounced deceased upon impact.”

Tomorrow isn’t promised. Perhaps in the events of bed bunk sharing and mealtime, you’ve forgotten how easy death was. 

Sasha gulped beside you. Her usual rosiness had paled, eyes blown open and mouth quivering. Her smile stolen and lost in the trees, you wondered if it’d ever find its way back home. Glancing around, the remaining comrades matched Sasha in their shock. 

It could be anyone tomorrow, the next day, a year from now, laying on the same forest floor, blood spilling from their lifeless bodies, staring at you from milky irises that reflect in the sun. 

Lip skin pulled and stung under worried teeth that moved on their own. No, that can’t happen. You have to be better. Stronger.

“Commence testing. Next squad to be graded is Squad 19: Captain Marco Bodt, Mina Carolina, Samuel Linke-Jackson, and Thomas Wagner. You begin in five minutes. Ready positions.”

Murmurs and hushed whispers echoed throughout the stirred crowd, anxiously debating on whether or not to protest the exam. Like parting a group of sheep, it was Marco who stepped forward.

“S-Sir, with all due respect, shouldn’t the assessment be cancelled? A lot of us are still in…shock, so to speak.’

Shadis’s eyes narrowed, stern but not patronizing.

"By signing up to become soldiers, you all have agreed to the terms and conditions that this job grants, and unfortunately, death of a comrade is one of those conditions. In battle, you must not waver at the sight of a deceased team member and keep moving forward. If for one second you hesitate on the battlefield, the next one to go will be you. This is the first of many. From this moment on, you have experienced death, and learn now that you have to keep going. Keep training hard and you will succeed. You may all grieve later, but right now you have to work. I will see your squad soon, Bodt."

The stone man treaded away with a turn of his heel, soon firing his cables into the trees above. An uncomfortable aura washed over the forest floor, Ben Becker fading further away in the bushes, slowly growing smaller and smaller. As much as it was hard to admit, Shadis was right. 

Marco met your eyes for a split moment, wearing a face full of unease. He had so much to say in his expression. It makes you frown. 

 The next person to lock eyes with you was a boy with large pearly eyes, ones eager to weep but no tears marked his skin. Armin holds his gaze like an unsure animal, a deer carefully navigating the forest to avoid predators. Unlike Marco’s purposeful look, Armin appeared uncertain, but certain all the same. Reassuring, but unassuring. Curious, but wary. 

Marco rolls his shoulders back.

“Squad 19, let’s get ready.” 

╭── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅──╮

Strange how entrancing sparks of ember could be. Dangerous and simultaneously warm, providing a light in the dark of night, safety to those lost in shadows. 

Ben Becker lay asleep in the burning piles of wood. His family would have no body to put to rest, no son to bury in the earth’s soil, just a memory of what once was, and who he could’ve been. At least now, he appeared peaceful, a peace no living soul could hope to achieve should they reach the end themselves. 

Weeps mixed in with the wind carrying the flames upward. Friends of Ben whispered their parting words, thoughts, and wishes of rest into the fire. You allowed your eyelids to close.

Death. What a cold yet warm concept. In the silence of death, there was comfort, compassion, words of vulnerability. But how long will it take before that fire burns out, and you’re back to the cold, hollow wound that’s forever embedded?

Would you ever allow yourself to get used to this feeling?

Just as your eyes reopened, the flames burned itself out, Ben Becker’s body forever ashes. The moon was a crescent this night, and her position in the sky indicated it was time to retire to the bunks.

 Though most would have trouble sleeping, especially the boys who now had an empty bed to stare at. 

....

A restless cadet turns to the window. His chin resting upon his forearm, he frowns when he spots a figure still perched outside the womens’ cabin, just like that night. And just like before, your body hunched in on itself, a protective shield against the night. There was no fire to keep you warm, he dutifully notes. 

He rises up in his bed with his blanket in tow. His plan of action is already set in stone, not even thinking of fixing up his sleep wear, but just as he’s about to descend down the ladder, another cadet beats him to the door. 

Armin stiffens at Marco’s back retreating outside, his blanket in his grasp, clearly harboring the same idea as him. Sure enough, as Armin settles back down, Marco has joined you on the steps now, his blanket wrapped carefully around you. 

Downcast, Armin closes the curtains, putting his back to you and the freckled boy.

[carlycrays]

I have seen a lot of people think "Altruist" is Alastor's last name. It isn't, an altruist is just a very helpful person. He's saying that had he died, he would just be remembered as an altruist who tried to help his friends.

It's not a word we use very often so I totally get where the confusion is coming from.

[deadacademic]

[altruists-reverie]

Raise a Glass

Cheers, cheers, to poets past.   To those who came before, And breathed their last,   Who have given until they can give no more.

I ride upon your back,   Beaming through brighter days. You show us what we lack,   As we traverse this magnificent maze.

[unscramblerer]

Todays Word Of The Day is: Munificent

Munificent originates from Latin munificus(generous). Combines munus(gift) and facere(to make). English use of the word began in the 16th century.

[ellissay-morningstar]

DWC-Day 5 - Altruistic

Continued from Day 3 & Day 4 ... TW: Blood & Death mentions

Ellissay wasn't sure how long she had been out, long enough, she would suppose. She could feel something heavy on her and realized she was pinned down by the large man who had attacked her. He wasn't moving, so she tried to push him off with a hard shove, which forced him marginally from her. The second time, she uses her body as leverage, and with a grunt and another hard shove, she manages to push him off to the side and roll out from under him.

She just lay there trying to piece together what had happened for a moment. She breathes heavily from the exertion, dragging large amounts of air into her lungs. She tries to sit up and winces, her hand reaching for the back of her head. She winces again as she touches the area. Her head is throbbing; she furrows her brow and slightly groans. She can feel the swelling beneath her fingertips and feel the pain radiating out from it. Already, she has a headache and is light-headed.

Suddenly, her eyes go wide. The gun! It had gone off during the struggle. She looks over to the very still, large man, and it hits her he must have taken the shot. She still pats herself down to make sure that she is okay even though she only feels pain in her head. When satisfied she has no other wounds, she moves to locate her weapons, crawling across to the man who still hasn't moved. She puts her hands underneath his side and, with a few grunts and attempts, manages to push him over onto his back. She winces slightly as his hood falls back, revealing his endless staring eyes. She wasn't sure where he had been shot; blood had pooled on the floor and wet a good portion of the chest area of his shirt, and she honestly couldn't tell where the bullet had entered his chest. She looks down at her clothing and realizes it is also soaked in blood from where he had landed on top of her. It is on her hands as well, between her touching her clothing and moving his body. She wipes them as best she can on his pants before searching for the gun she had dropped.

Ellissay finds the gun, picks it up, and holsters it. She looks around, locating her dagger and also holsters it as well. Both would be easy to access should she need them, but hopefully, she wouldn't. She sways slightly on her feet as she stands, the room spinning just enough to make her reach toward the wall to steady herself. She breathes in a few times through her nose and back out. She still has a job to do and is determined to do it.

She gets her bearings and moves toward the cell block. Each door is closed only by an outside latching mechanism, which she assumed kept it locked from the inside but gave easier access from the outside. It didn't take her long to figure out how to open it. Inside was a scene that was one of horror. The woman looked like skin and bones, and her hair was matted and so dirty she wasn't even sure what the color was. She hears footsteps behind her and immediately turns, dagger suddenly in hand, ready to fight again.

Shiloh holds up his hands. "Hey, it's me, Shy. I thought you could use a hand. Fighting is all but done out there. Those alive ran, but we will ensure the law knows where this place is now. They will be caught soon enough." Shiloh nods at her and looks over her shoulder at the woman. He shakes his head, his usual smile a grimace. You can see the look of horror in his eyes. "Let's get her out of her. I will take her to medical, and you can finish opening the doors. I will return as soon as I make sure she is in good hands."

Ellissay begins to protest that this is her job, although she knows he is just being his usual generous self. She felt she was letting the team down by not finishing her part. However, another bought of dizziness threatens to overtake her, and she nods at him, sighing heavily. "Okay, okay."

Shiloh moves to pick up the frail woman, who instantly pulls back away from him. She couldn't hear what he said, but suddenly, he had the woman in his arms and hurried back down the hallway. Hopefully, he had a better sense of direction than she had.

…to be continued

@daily-writing-challenge

[wisdomfish]

Heroic (altruistic) acts are inexplicable in an evolutionary framework.

Samples, Kenneth Richard. ‘Without a Doubt: Answering the 20 Toughest Faith Questions. p. 237

[bluebellsinthedells]

[zodiacts]

Ode to the Aquarius Moon Flaunt your inner freak as Moon blazes through quirky Aquarius.

[chaitanyavijnanam]

07. పరోపకారం - స్వీయసంతృప్తి - పరిపూర్ణత 07. Altruism - Self-satisfaction - Perfection

🌹 07. పరోపకారం - స్వీయసంతృప్తి - పరిపూర్ణత. ‘చైతన్యం అనేదే ఆత్మ’. నిజమైన పరిపూర్ణత అంటే మన అసలు స్వరూపాన్ని గుర్తించడం. 🌹 ప్రసాద్‌ ��రధ్వాజ 🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹 🌹 07. Altruism - Self-satisfaction - Perfection. ‘Consciousness is the soul’. True perfection is the recognition of our true nature. 🌹 Prasad Bharadwaj 🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹

[counselorssoapbox]

Altruistic.

Altruistic.Photo courtesy of Pixabay.com Altruistic. Sunday Inspiration.     Post by David Joel Miller. “There are some things we do because we convince ourselves it would be better for everyone involved. We tell ourselves that it’s the right thing to do, the altruistic thing to do. It’s far easier than telling ourselves the truth.” ― Jodi Picoult, My Sister’s Keeper “Any altruistic system is…

[ilearnedthistodaysblog]

#1176 Is there such a thing as true altruism?

Is there such a thing as true altruism? It depends on how you look at it. You could say no because people benefit through feelings of pleasure, and animals benefit by furthering the gene pool. You could say yes because people and animals make sacrifices that don’t benefit them personally. This is a very difficult question that has deep philosophical and psychological roots. There is no answer to it and it entirely depends on your point of view. It also depends on whether you are a romanticist or are just looking at the question from a biological standpoint. Let’s have a look at both arguments, starting with no. The first argument is that altruism (at least among humans) makes us feel better. Studies of human brains have shown that when they commit altruistic acts, pleasure sectors of the brain are activated. Scientists put subjects in a functional magnetic imaging machine and watched their brains. When these people were doing altruistic actions the same part of the brain that is triggered when we eat or have sex was triggered, releasing a flood of chemicals that make us feel good. We may have evolved this reaction to altruism because it makes us more effective members of a group, and we have more chance of survival if we can live in groups. We also know that by being altruistic, the other members of our group will look upon us more favorably and will be more likely to help us when we are in a time of need. A group made up of altruistic people is more likely to last than a group made up of selfish people. As well as this, volunteering and altruism has been shown to decrease the chance of dying young. This might just be coincidence and that people who are healthier are more likely to volunteer, but it is interesting. When it comes to animals, altruistic acts can help a whole species to survive, which ensures the survival of the genes. Animals are often pictured as being truly selfish and only looking for a way to pass on their own DNA. That isn’t always the case. Some animals will sacrifice themselves for the good of the colony or the herd. Bats have been known to regurgitate some of their food for other bats that haven’t managed to eat properly and bees will sacrifice to ensure the safety of the colony. It is often the case that the life of the colony is more important than one life. Interestingly, one example of altruism that is often given among animals is not actually altruistic. The meerkat is often used as an example because one meerkat will stand tall, keeping a lookout and signaling danger if it came, while the other meerkats eat, effectively putting themselves in harms way. However, it turns out that they are not being altruistic. Scientists filmed meerkats for 2,000 hours and they learned that the meerkat that stood on watch had already eaten and had a far higher chance of surviving because it would be the first to spot danger. In 2,000 hours, no lookout meerkat was ever killed. It is said that all humans and animals that perform altruistic acts do a cost-benefit calculation before they act. They weigh up the costs to themselves of acting and the costs of not acting and then they decide whether to do something or not. For example, if you have money, then the cost-benefit of giving some money to a homeless person is pretty low and you are likely to act. However, if someone is standing in front of a bus, the cost-benefit of running out to save them is high and we are more likely not to act. We might reevaluate the cost-benefit if the person in front of a bus is a child rather than an elderly person. What about the no side? Well, you cannot argue against any of the previous points. Everybody who does something altruistic is acting for a motive. Even people who sacrifice a lot, such as Mother Teresa, may be motivated by the thought of a later reward in heaven, or punishment in hell if they don’t act. But, you could argue that the reasons are irrelevant. Altruism means acting for the benefit of other people, often to our own sacrifice, and you can find examples of people doing this every single day. Even YouTubers who do good works to get more subscribers are ultimately helping people. And this is what I learned today. Try these: - #694 Are symbiotic relationships always beneficial to both parties? - #366 How did the neck verse save people from being hanged in England? - #1144 Why does the bystander effect happen? - #913 What is racketeering? - #787 Is “I think therefore I am” true? Sources https://philosophynow.org/issues/112/Does_Altruism_Exist_by_David_Sloan_Wilson https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Altruism https://www.psychologytoday.com/intl/blog/hide-and-seek/201203/does-true-altruism-exist https://aqua.org/stories/02-21-2020-are-animals-altruistic Photo by Matthias Kramer: https://www.pexels.com/photo/photo-of-a-meerkat-3939569/ Read the full article

[aurawomen]

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