#Auxiliary fear response

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Am very eyeroll emoji about my pediatric and adolescent psych records but it wasn't like. Inaccurate to diagnose 12-year-old me with agoraphobia and panic disorder. I wouldn't use that language or those heuristic models per se but they do more or less describe the Persistent Problems I'm working with. When I try to be present in my life / a person in the world I get very scared, and when I act over-against the fear my "bodymind", as the somatic school would say, goes "fuck you" and slams me with a catastrophic cascade response. The way out is through, i.e., a combination of habituation and Drugs. But it really cannot be done without Drugs. Sometimes you just have to drop an anvil on your central nervous system

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Logos and Pathos (Book 4) Chapter Six

TOS! Spock x Empath! Spouse! Reader

Chapter Six: Emotional Test

Summary: Spock and (Y/N) train cadets and go out on a test flight. (Well, not before spending some time together).

            Spock and (Y/N) sat at their stations, observing the bridge quietly.

            “Leaving Section Fourteen for Section Fifteen,” reported Sulu at the helm.

            “Stand by.” Saavik, a young Vulcan, sat in the Captain’s chair, back straight and professional as ever. “Project parabolic course to avoid entering the Neutral Zone.”

            “Aye, Captain, course change projected,” said Sulu.

            “Captain,” said Uhura. “I’m getting something on the distress channel.”

            “On speakers,” ordered Saavik.

            “Imperative!” A distressed voice appeared over the speakers. “This is the Kobayashi Maru, nineteen periods out of Altair VI. We have struck a gravitic mine and have lost all power. Our hull is penetrated, and we have sustained many casualties.”

            “This is the Starship Enterprise,” said Uhura. “Your message is breaking up. Can you give your coordinates? Repeat. This is starship—”

            “Enterprise—!” said the Kobayashi Maru. “Our position is Gamma Hydra, Section 10.”

            “In the Neutral Zone,” observed Saavik.

            (Y/N) and Spock glanced at her. How would Saavik act in this moment?

            “Hull penetrated, life support systems failing,” said the Kobayashi Maru. “Can you assist us, Enterprise? Can you assist us?”

            “Data on the Kobayashi Maru,” said Saavik.

            The computer beeped. “Subject vessel is third class neutronic fuel carrier, crew of eighty-one, three hundred passengers.”

            “Damn.”

            (Y/N) was amused to hear a Vulcan curse. Spock glanced at them, and (Y/N) smiled.

            Saavik paused as she assessed her possible courses of action. “Mr. Sulu, plot an intercept course.”

            Spock raised a brow.

            “May I remind the Captain that if a starship enters the zone—” began Sulu.

            “I’m aware of my responsibilities, Mr. Sulu,” said Saavik calmly.

            Sulu turned back to the helm. “Estimating two minutes to intercept. Now entering the Neutral Zone.”

            She did it, thought (Y/N).

            “Warning,” said the computer. “We have entered the Neutral Zone. Warning.”

            “We are now in violation of Treaty, Captain,” said Spock, still perfectly composed.

            “Stand by in transporter room, ready to beam survivors aboard,” said Saavik, keeping herself calm—a proper Vulcan.

            Good, not getting flustered. Once you make a decision, you must see it through without fear.

            “Captain, we’ve lost their signal!” alerted (Y/N).

            “Alert,” said Sulu. “Sensors indicate three Klingon cruisers, bearing 3-1-6, mark 4, closing fast.”

            “Visual,” said Saavik. Her tone was clipped. “Battle stations, Activate shields.”

            “Shields activated,” said Sulu.

            “Inform the Klingons we are on a rescue mission,” said Saavik.

            “They’re jamming all frequencies,” reported (Y/N). A good choice from her, but it won’t get her far here.

            “Klingons on attack course and closing,” warned Sulu.

            “We’re in over our heads,” decided Saavik. “Mr. Sulu, get us out of here.”

            “I’ll try, Captain,” said Sulu.

            “Alert!” The computer beeped. “Klingon torpedoes activated.”

            “Evasive action!” ordered Saavik.

            A bang sounded, and the bridge rocked back and forth.

            Saavik held herself in the chair and pressed the comms button, keeping control of herself. “Engineering, damage report.”

            “Main energizer hit, Captain,” reported Scotty.

            “Engage auxiliary power. Prepare to return fire,” ordered Saavik.

            Another explosion shook the bridge, and (Y/N) held onto their seat to keep from falling out. Strong attacks. Bones sprawled across the ground as it trembled.

            “Shields collapsing, Captain!” said a cadet.

            “Fire all phasers,” said Saavik.

            “No power to the weapons, Captain,” said Spock.

            A third explosion rocked the ship.

            “Captain, it’s no use,” said Scotty over the comms. “We’re dead in space.”

            “Activate escape pods. Send out the Log Buoy,” said Saavik. “All hands abandon ship. Repeat, all hands abandon ship.”

            A knock sounded on the door of the bridge. “Alright, open her up.”

            (Y/N) stood as the door slid open and Kirk stepped onto the bridge. Saavik turned around in the captain’s chair and regarded him carefully.

            “Any suggestions, Admiral?” she said. The red alarm lights flashed around her, the alarm blared, but her gaze remained steady.

            “Prayer, Mr. Saavik,” said Kirk. “The Klingons don’t take prisoners.” His aura warmed at the joke. “Lights!”

            The alarms switched off, and the regular lights switched on.

            “Motors on,” said another official, walking in.

            “Trainees, to the briefing room,” said Spock.

            (Y/N) pressed the comms button. “Maintenance Crew, report to Bridge simulator.”

            “Physician, heal thyself,” said Kirk, looking with a grin at Bones.

            He rolled over and pushed himself up. “Is that all you gotta say? What about my performance?”

            “I’m not a drama critic,” said Kirk, and Bones rolled his eyes (but there was no malice, only amusement). He looked at Saavik, still standing in the simulator. “Well, Mr. Saavik, are you going to stay with the sinking ship?”

            “Permission to speak candidly, sir?” said Saavik.

            (Y/N) and Spock shared a look, curious about what she would say. They had guesses, but they didn’t assume.

            “Granted.” Kirk was never one to shy away from honesty.

            “I don’t believe this was a fair assessment of my command abilities,” said Saavik, succinct and to the point.

            “And why not?” remarked Kirk.

            “Because there was no way to win,” said Saavik.

            “A no-win situation is a possibility that every commander may face,” said Kirk. “Has that never occurred to you?”

            “No, sir. It has not,” said Saavik, hands laced behind her back and still composed.

            “How we deal with death is at least as important as how we deal with life, is it not?” said Kirk.

            Yes, thought (Y/N). Every Starfleet officer would see death. It was how they dealt with it that mattered. They needed to keep their heart and mind in the face of terror and grief, even when it became hard, unbearable. However, (Y/N) knew they had no idea how they’d react if they lost one of their dearest friends or family. Their eyes drifted to Spock. Without him, would I be myself? Or would I lose part of my heart forever? (Y/N) didn’t want to think of it.

            “As I indicated, Admiral, the thought had not occurred to me,” said Saavik.

            Her Vulcan-ness didn’t show any emotion, and (Y/N) remained unsure of what she was feeling. However, (Y/N) had been married to Spock long enough to guess that Saavik was disappointed in herself for not “winning” the test, even though there was no winning. There was only experience.

            Ah, well. She’s young. We all had something to learn then, thought (Y/N).

            Well, now you have something new to think about,” said Kirk. “Carry on.” He turned and headed to the door. Bones, (Y/N), and Spock followed, leaving Saavik in her sinking ship alone.

            “Jim,” said Bones. “Wouldn’t it be easier to just put an experienced crew back on the ship?”

            “We had our second round of fun already, Bones,” chuckled Kirk. “We have to let the next generation have their turn. Galloping around the cosmos is a game for the young, Doctor.”

            (Y/N) and Spock glanced at one another. Interesting thought from Kirk. They didn’t have much of an opinion one way or another. Spock and (Y/N) believed in training good officers for the next generation of starships, but they also believed in their own abilities.

            “Spock, (L/N), aren’t you dead, too?” joked Kirk. “Your ghosts must be loitering to wonder what rating I’ll give your cadets.”

            “I am understandably curious,” said Spock.

            “I was curious to hear Saavik’s thoughts,” said (Y/N). “She is bright and capable, and this was her first time through the simulator.”

            “Fair,” said Kirk. “As for Spock, your cadets destroyed the simulator room and you with it.”

            “The Kobayashi Maru scenario frequently wreaks havoc with students and equipment,” stated Spock, factual as ever. “As I recall, you took the test three times yourself.”

            “With a unique final solution,” said (Y/N), smiling.

            “That’s one word for it,” said Bones. “ ‘Unique.’ ”

            “Innovative, is what I’d use,” said Kirk. A glimmer of mischievous amusement shone in his eyes. “It had the virtue of never having been tried.” He looked at Spock and (Y/N) and turned over the book he was carrying. It was physical, so ancient, and an old Earth story—A Tale of Two Cities. “By the way, thank you for this.”

            “We know of your fondness for antiques,” said Spock, inclining his head in acknowledgement.

            “ ‘It was the best of times, it was the worst of times,’ ” said Kirk, quoting the first line of the book. “Message?”

            “None that we’re conscious of,” said Spock.

            “Other than ‘Happy Birthday,’ ” said (Y/N), smiling.

            “Captain Spock, Commander (L/N), space shuttle leaving n five minutes,” said the PA system.

            “Where are you two off to, now?” asked Kirk.

            “The Enterprise,” said Spock. “We must check in before your inspection.”

            “And you?” asked (Y/N).

            “Home,” said Kirk, smiling and walking away.

            (Y/N) watched him go. “I wonder if he was serious.”

            “About what?” said Spock.

            “Leaving all command of the Enterprise to younger officers,” said (Y/N). “I know that the next generation is capable, but we’re not…senile or incapable.”

            “Not at all,” said Spock.

            “…I think he wants to be out in the stars. Being an Admiral is far less exciting that a starship captain was,” said (Y/N). “Bones thinks he’s hiding from himself."

            “Hiding from oneself,” mused Spock. “How interesting, that people ignore their own mind.”

            “And heart,” added (Y/N). They paused before smiling. “But, Kirk has his friends. And he’s always been strong. He’ll work things out.”

            “Indeed.” The data of their previous adventures supported (Y/N)’s conclusion.

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            “No matter how many times we do it, I love stepping aboard the Enterprise,” said (Y/N). They walked with Spock through the halls towards their quarters, still prepared to their liking. What else was there to do after checking in and ensuring all cadets were learning their roles and way around the ship properly but to have some fun?

            “It is our ship,” said Spock with unusual (for him) fondness. “Though I find myself ill at ease as the ‘Captain.’ ”

            “You never did go looking for a command position,” said (Y/N). They smiled. “I’m sure Saavik will be ready soon enough.”

            “She progresses well,” said Spock. “However, she has the stubbornness I possessed when young. She must learn the world outside of just logic.”

            “Logic steers you but not the rest of the world,” said (Y/N), nodding. “And that’s something she has to account for.”

            “Precisely,” said Spock, opening she door for (Y/N).

            “Do you know what I think?” said (Y/N) as they stepped in.

            “What?” said Spock.

            “I think Saavik will get the chance to see an excellent captain at work,” said (Y/N).

            “You refer to Admiral Kirk,” said Spock, knowing his spouse.

            “I do,” said (Y/N).

            “Admiral Kirk is not scheduled to come aboard, and we are not currently planning on any test flights,” said Spock.

            “When has Kirk done anything to plan?” said (Y/N).

            “He has…‘unique’ approaches to situations, as you might say,” said Spock.

            (Y/N) chuckled, and Spock glanced at them fondly. He enjoyed their smiles, and no matter how many times he saw one, he was reminded of his fondness every time.

            “He’ll show up, and we’ll go for a flight, I’m sure,” said (Y/N).

            “You’re quite certain,” said Spock.

            “Your intelligence is rubbing off on me,” teased (Y/N), raising two fingers. As Spock smiled softly and touched their fingers with his own, (Y/N) winked. “That, and Bones is going to talk to Kirk and give him a birthday present, and if anyone can talk Kirk out of self-pity and anxiety, it’s Bones. Kirk’ll be flying on the Enterprise within a day.”

            Spock pressed his fingers firmly to (Y/N)’s. “A hypothesis accompanied by logic and your knowledge of Kirk’s emotions.”

            “I’m good at what I do,” said (Y/N), smiling proudly.

            “You are, T’hy’la,” said Spock, gazing at (Y/N) lovingly. They were always attractive when they became efficient. When they put together facts and their own, excellent observations into a logical explanation of something happening, Spock was thrown head-over-heels into a reminder of why he loved them and always would. Intelligence was attractive to everyone; logic was sexy to a Vulcan.

            “Spock,” said (Y/N). “I can feel your emotions.”

            “Ah.” The marriage bond was quite strong, so as Spock gazed at (Y/N) and admired their (sexy) logic, (Y/N) was fully aware of where his mind must be trailing.

            (Y/N) smiled. “Don’t worry. I like them with you.”

            “Oh?” Spock stepped closer.

            “Mhm.” (Y/N) hummed. “And, you know, we have some time until Kirk inevitably arrives…The cadets are busy. It’s the evening recreation hours…”

            They raised their hand and entwined their fingers with Spock’s. He suppressed a shiver as their fingers ran over his, and (Y/N) felt his emotions heighten into flames. They smiled, lifted his hand, and kissed the palm.

            “T’hy’la…” said Spock, voice low. A heavy green blush rested on his cheeks and on his ears.

            “Husband,” said (Y/N), smiling and kissing the back of his hand next.

            “You are testing my self-control,” said Spock, eyes lidded

            “You know I don’t mind when you let go,” said (Y/N).

            With those words and another pass of (Y/N)’s fingers over his, Spock scooped (Y/N) up into his arms. They let out a surprised chuckle, and Spock held them close.

            “Then let go I shall,” said Spock, eyes lidded before he leaned in and kissed them.

            (Y/N) kissed him back, throwing their hands over his neck. “I love you, Spock,” they said softly, smiling.

            “And I love you, T’hy’la.” Spock leaned back in. “I shall show you how much I do.”

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𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔦𝔰𝔣𝔧 𝔞𝔯𝔠𝔥𝔢𝔱𝔶𝔭𝔢

↳ the sub-group archetype of the sentinels

ISFJ ⟶ introverted sensing, extroverted feeling, introverted thinking and extroverted intuition.

breaking down the archetype ⬎

♇ the archetype is made up of Si Fe Ti and Ne.

I = introversion.

S = sensing.

F = feeling.

J = judging.

♇ the first two functions that determine the ISFJ TYPE CODE ⬎

Si Fe Ti Ne.

♇ the Si and Fe within the ISFJ function makes up for the two missing letters in the type code: I _ _ J because the two missing letters in the middle are the first two functions!

♇ the Si is the _ S _ _ because it is about introverted sensing.

♇ the Fe is the _ _ F _ because it is about extroverted feeling.

but what makes up the first letter in the code?

♇ what makes up for the first letter in the code is the second letter to the strongest function for the archetype. and the strongest function for ISFJ is Si and evidently the second letter is “I” which causes the function to now become from _ S F _ to I S F _ .

♇ but what makes up the last letter in the code?

♇ you’ll have to look back at the first extroverted function in the entire code. and for ISFJ it is ⟶ Si Fe Ti Ne. the first extroverted function in the type is Fe, which is extroverted feeling.

♇ Fe belongs to the judging function which displays the fact that the last letter to I S F _ will be I S F J.

explaining the archetype ⬎

♇ those who belong to the ISFJ archetype are people who could be deemed to be compassionate, loyal and devoted people. beings who are responsible and display themselves to be down-to-earth.

♇ though they could have a trait of wanting to feel like they're needed by others. a good trait of an ISFJ archetype is that they are people who have good memory and are people who like to learn new things. and when they're learning new things they like it when the information they take in is clear and thorough.

♇ ISFJ's are conservative/modest people, they like to do things the classic way and they like to be hard-working. the people can be supportive, sympathetic and have a trait of being perceptive and tactful. they are protective over the people they care about and people who are around ISFJ's believe they can usually count on them, since they are people who know how to handle tasks.

♇ though when it comes to expressing their feelings, they can be people who hold in their thoughts, they could have a dislike with sharing their feelings with other people, but even though on the outside they might appear as people who dont feel much. internally, ISFJ's feel very intensely.

♇ they are people who might find it easy to relate to people, even if they might not be the most emotionally expressive person, they have logic and common sense, and can easily sympathise with others.

♇ ISFJ's are practical people and have practical values, they are natural at handling details and they are people who appreciate the lessons life has to give. these people are prudent and dutiful but can be too dependent and reliant on other people.

♇ on the other hand, they can have the "negative" traits of being people who can be adamant and can view the world as black and white. though ISFJ's who are healthy can be experts with following through directions and plans.

ISFJ'S AUXILIARY ⟶ FE. [AUXILIARY HELPS GROWTH/HEALTHY OR DEVELOPED ISFJ'S] ⬎

♇ healthy ISFJ's are people who are caring and compassionate, being individuals others can trust and others can think of them to be people who are noble and very giving.

♇ healthy ISFJ's respect the space and boundaries of other people, and they can easily adapt to social situations/atmospheres. they can be people who can easily read through other people, the type to understand body language easily as they are individuals who have understanding of life and people.

IMMATURE AUXILIARY ⟶ FE. ⬎

♇ unhealthy ISFJ's can be people who care about what others think about too much, which leads them into having a fear of being judged by other people.

♇ underdeveloped ISFJ's are people who lack emotional boundaries, and are people who change themselves to fit people's standards, they can be a big people pleaser. and even though they're people who fear of judgement, they judge other people quickly.

WHEN ISFJ'S BEHAVE INHIBITED ⬎

⟶ TERTIARY TI LOOP

♇ they're people who can be perceived as naive, when they behave out of character, they can become people who dont realise unhealthy routines lead to a bad circumstance. they think they are self-aware, but they're not, especially when it comes to their own emotions, they over-think, but wont trust the guide and judgement of other people but only their own.

♇ though, they might blame other people aside from looking within, they are the type to not look at their own accountability.

♇ underdeveloped ISFJ's are the type to claim they are being true to themselves, but when it comes to peer pressure, they're easily moved by it. and when other people try to give them good critique, they would project their feelings onto other people. they can also become very combative and use smart words to make themselves feel superior, or to make other feel like they're dumb, it's like a performative intelligence.

♇ the type to give to complain about others without any proper reason.

INFERIOR NE GRIP ⬎

♇ they can become people who are very paranoid and on edge, and due to this, they become restless and even somewhat obsessive. bringing out a side to them that is insecure and troubled.

♇ they can be people who are irresponsible, and can be considered as unique with how unpredictable and erratic they can be. and when unhealthy, ISFJ's can be perceived as people who say and do damaging things.

♇ as i have implied before, they are over-thinkers, and this could lead to them thinking of hypothetical situations, which then leads them onto being unsure people and as a person who is anxious about their future.

♇ this inferior ne grip can give them the traits of being someone who has their spirits easily crushed. though, when they don't have their spirits crushed, they are people who have really good ideas, but they might not know how to execute them properly.

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Not to toot my own horn but this was the most aesthetically cohesive battle we've had. Everyone focusing on the dragon while Gore stays behind me for backup on the auxiliary enemies, Ieama remembering to change to a non AOE spell before getting close range, Auri and Redcap not hitting anyone in the party. It's just Chefs Kiss

Spoiler line is for Head Cannon thoughts on the group learning to work together and small spoilers (info from conversations) for some followers!

Hearkening back to this post, I like to think after her revelation, Ieama has tried to make amends to her fighting style since she cares quite a lot for her friends. But, she is not the best tactician for teams, and she hardly knows how to communicate in the middle of a fight, so it's likely the others who have experience with fighting in groups that help with plans or drills for the party.

Still, she has made attempts at least for taking more restoration spells, a feat she needed the college of Winterhold for, to her chagrin. At least if she does hit someone she can heal them well now, but her goal is to avoid hitting anyone, as she is used to not caring about the splash zones of her spells.

Of the others, Auri had been on her own for a while, and Remiel was looking out for herself for the longest time. Redcap meanwhile is pretty adaptable, working with his tribe, then alone with Anise, then again with a full adventuring party. Xelzaz also was a solitary before they met. For all of them, they all have a more one on one fight style, like Ieama. Xelzaz however seems to have experience at least in expeditions and teaming up for missions more so then the others. Meanwhile, Gore has talked about being taught to plan for and after fights, so I know he would help drill the group on down time for safety reasons. After losing everything he knew to Jo-Lee's machinations, he likely harbors the fear of losing his found family. Not to mention the innumerable times hes shouted directions to Ieama in the heat of a fight ("stand back, down a potion, and let me rip them in half for you-") or offered info on an area's inhabitants ("vampire/spriggan/troll lives nearby.") before the enemy found us. He is young, and was younger still when he was made a lieutenant in the Ravens, a title that entails leadership, management and direction to units, so he had a great deal of responsibility over people. So he's likely to drill the group for ambushes, keep an eye on archer's ammo, remind the team when they need to make a restock trip, and were it not for Xelzaz he'd probably take over food and water inventory as well.

Val, as a pirate captain, and all that entails, would have good battle plans and contingencies. He's of a a keen mind for both diplomacy and made good investment into his reputation, and also the added bonus of him being able to think on his feet is a good skill. Val also has age on his side, and with that a good deal of experience to share. But unlike Gore, he kept his cards close with the full extent of his plans, or, he only thinks halfway through and plays it by ear as he goes. Still a good skill for an unexpected turn of events in a fight, though. He is also hard on himself for his mistakes and past, and the responsibility weighed on him leading up to meeting the party. Val had/has a lot of grief over failing his brother Fathis, and in turn he knows he lost himself to vices when he finally became captain of the Dark Rose. His self awareness is, as he has said, a curse. He would help if asked, and I have no illusion his experience would be a boon for the party, but I can imagine his worry of doing right for the team would rear its head due to him dwelling on his past mistakes.

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The fall of Bashar al-Assad has created a historic opportunity to gather direct evidence of the crimes committed by the Syrian regime, which investigators have been unable to do until now. After 50 years of witnessing massive human rights violations, many Syrians are now demanding truth and justice.

Torture, executions, chemical attacks on civilians, ethnic cleansing, bombing of residential areas, using famine as a weapon of war... The litany of war crimes and crimes against humanity committed by Bashar al-Assad's regime appers to be endless. After decades of impunity, international investigators are now hoping to obtain direct access to evidence documenting 50 years of abuses. 

The deposed dictator had maintained his father’s repressive and fear-inducing regime, where any form of dissent could lead to imprisonment. This unrelenting repression reached its peak in the aftermath of the Arab Spring. Since 2011, the UN estimates that more than 300,000 civilians have lost their lives and at least 100,000 Syrians have been forcibly disappeared.

“The fall of Bashar Al-Assad represents an absolutely incredible opportunity,” said Aymeric Elluin, Amnesty International’s arms and conflict advocacy officer. “We need to have access to primary sources to build solid and irreproachable cases, in particular to the places where abuses were committed. However, the regime has blocked our access to Syrian territory since March 2011. Our work has therefore been carried out from a distance, using satellite images and the testimonies of prison survivors who have taken refuge abroad.”

Despite being denied access by Bashar al-Assad's Syria, “we have been able to acquire a great deal of information thanks to Syrian civil society, which very early on collected testimonies and official documents”, said Chloé Pasmantier, a lawyer with the International Federation for Human Rights.

A mountain of evidence

The Syrian regime's chillingly efficient bureaucracy, which kept meticulous records of its crimes, made this initial data gathering easier. The 'César' dossier, which was discovered in 2014 and named after the military photographer who documented the grisly evidence, brought to light the industrial-scale torture inflicted on imprisoned Syrian opponents. His defection made it possible to compile a report containing 55,000 photos of 11,000 detainees who were tortured and died between 2011 and 2013 in several detention centres.

Faced with this mountain of evidence, the UN set up the International, Impartial and Independent Mechanism (IIIM) in December 2016. Based in Geneva, this “facilitator of justice” is responsible for centralising evidence and providing input for legal proceedings opened at the national level against Syrian officials in several European countries.

For instance, three former high-ranking members of the regime were tried in absentia in France at the end of May and sentenced to life imprisonment. According to the French Anti-Terrorism Prosecutor’s Office, which is also responsible for ruling on war crimes, crimes against humanity and genocide, 24 proceedings involving the Syrian regime and its auxiliaries are under way, reported French daily Le Monde.

In Germany, Anwar Raslan, a former Syrian intelligence official, was sentenced to life imprisonment for crimes against humanity in January 2022. Raslan was found guilty of the death and torture of prisoners in a secret government detention centre in the capital Damascus between 2011 and 2012. 

The French courts also issued an arrest warrant in November 2023 for Assad himself for the August 2013 chemical attack on Ghouta, near Damascus, which killed more than 1,400 people.

Fear of destruction

Despite the abundance of evidence already collected, the fall of the Syrian regime has opened up a new field of exploration for international investigators by giving them direct access to official buildings and Syrian prisons.

Syria is “the scene of the crime, so if we can have access to the scene of the crime, it changes the game for us”, Robert Petit, the Canadian prosecutor who has headed the IIIM since the beginning of 2024, told AFP.

“Especially as the regime collapsed very quickly, which no doubt prevented the perpetrators from destroying the evidence. This offers very positive prospects when it comes to searching for the truth,” said Johann Soufi, a lawyer specialised in international law. 

The priority now is to preserve this evidence during the transition period. The UN Commission of Inquiry on Syria on Sunday called on rebel groups to “take great care not to disturb the evidence of violations and crimes” by seizing prisons. 

“We must ensure that this evidence is not destroyed, not only by the rebels who have taken power but also by any other party or state. Israel carried out a large number of strikes on several military sites, including the Syrian Scientific Studies and Research Centre, where the regime was developing chemical weapons. Crucial documents regarding the production and use of these weapons were probably destroyed in this bombing,” said Pasmantier. 

According to Pasmantier however, the Syrians have all the knowledge and experience needed to collect and preserve evidence for use in legal proceedings. Abu Mohammad al-Jolani, leader of the Hayat Tahrir al-Sham (HTS) group and the new strongman of Damascus, reaffirmed on Wednesday that the torturers would not be granted amnesty. 

Ending the ‘cycle of violence’

It remains to be seen what will happen to those responsible for the crimes committed by the former Syrian regime. “One of the fundamental principles of international justice is that it is always up to national jurisdictions and the people to render justice to the victims,” said Soufi. “Then, a country can request additional expertise and set up, for example, a mixed tribunal like in Cambodia or Lebanon. But this depends on the agreement reached between the United Nations and the requesting state.”

On the other hand, the International Criminal Court (ICC) does not currently have jurisdiction in Syria, as it has not ratified the Rome Statute, the international treaty that established this court. 

“Attempts by the United Nations Security Council to bring the case before the ICC failed because of Russian opposition. But now there is nothing to prevent Syria from ratifying the Rome Statute and submitting a request for retroactivity so that the ICC can take jurisdiction over the crimes committed by Bashar al-Assad's regime,” said Pasmantier. 

However, it is too early to know whether the future Syrian judiciary or the new masters of Damascus will be willing to work with international actors. “It must be stressed that the rebel groups have also committed human rights violations. From now on, the armed groups that have taken power must respect international law and help to ensure that justice can be done in Syria,” said Elluin.

The UN IIIM investigators have said that they are ready to intervene in Syria, even though for the moment no contact has been established with the new authorities. 

That being said, the interim authorities have asked the UN refugee agency (UNHCR) to remain in the country, which sends a “constructive” signal, the organisation said Friday. 

The authorities have said that “they want us to stay in Syria, that they appreciate the work that we have been doing now for many years, that they need us to continue doing that work", Gonzalo Vargas Llosa, UNHCR's representative in Syria, told reporters in Geneva by video link from Damascus. Llosa added that the interim authorities had also said “they will provide us with the necessary security to carry out those activities”. 

According to the experts interviewed by FRANCE 24, the quest for truth and justice must be a central pillar of Syria's future.

“Impunity fuels the feeling of injustice and reinforces the desire for revenge between communities, perpetuating a cycle of violence. The only way to put an end to this is to establish justice that respects human rights. It can serve as a deterrent, demonstrating that criminal acts can have legal repercussions, even decades later,” said Soufi.

“Documenting the facts also means seeking out a historical truth that might otherwise be disputed,” continued Soufi. “Lastly, fulfilling the needs of victims requires upholding their fundamental rights to truth, justice, and redress.”

[mbti-notes]

Anon wrote: Hello again. I am always grateful for your responses and your knowledge. I have this topic which I want to discuss.

I realized that when making judgements and critiques I am often objective. I look from all aspects and give an objective judgement which often comes as vague. I don’t have personal internalized values and morals; I often take and adapt external moral judgments rather from my own.

In many situations I can’t decide what is right and wrong, for example with people’s behavior, I see what is supposed to be accepted and judge it that way. I ask people what would they do in certain situations, for example if someone just came and slapped you out of nowhere, and what would their reaction be and try to see what is the right response (to slap back, to get angry, to ask, to stay silent). I see the world too objectively that it may seem a bit apathetic.

I don’t know if this is a result of low self esteem where I see that my opinions don’t matter (although I really don’t have an opinion and I have no idea what I should be thinking), or a projection of fe function (I am an INFJ), or something else.

Just to add that I am not distressed by the fact that I don’t know what is right and what is wrong, I just go by certain ‘universal’ principles, which that I concretely can make judgments of (and are somewhat general). Its just that I am confused why I am like this.

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There's nothing wrong with being objective per se, in fact, it is often a good thing to be more objective when making decisions. It only becomes a problem when it's actually motivated by some unhealthy psychological issue that you're not fully aware of, which means the objectivity isn't genuine.

There are two main factors to consider, which may work separately or interact with each other:

1) Ego Development: An important stage of healthy ego development is the formation of a personal identity, which includes possessing your own beliefs, values, and ideals, among other things. Having a strong personal identity necessitates self-respect, self-expression, and asserting individuality. There are a variety of reasons why people do not get through this stage of ego development. These people generally suffer the ill-effects of having a weak sense of self. If you believe objectivity requires you to be fair and take every viewpoint into account, then why isn't yours included? For a human being to not have a viewpoint means that they are not fully exercising their intellectual faculties and not properly honoring their own personal needs/preferences, which essentially results in them being "empty" and completely vulnerable to manipulation or exploitation. This is obviously not a good way to be.

2) Fe Development: Overindulgence of auxiliary Fe is characterized by overdependence on outside/objective sources when making value judgments. Value judgments include moral judgments. Usually, the underlying reason for the overdependence is a fear of taking full personal responsibility. If you hold strong personal beliefs and values, especially of the moral variety, you will feel compelled to stand up and stand out in order to defend them. Do you dare live your life constantly getting in other people's faces? Many FJs fear expressing their individuality fully because it would make them vulnerable to conflict, criticism, social reprisals, or being judged negatively as self-centered or selfish. It's easier to hide behind the mask of so-called impersonal "objectivity" when it is implied to be "unassailable". Making the choice to think in the same way as everyone else grants you social safety, does it not? It's a big reason why so many people choose conformity. But conformity is not the same as objectivity.

[jainaism]

Chapter 2: Echoes of the Past

Beware of spoilers!

“My name is Jaina Proudmoore, Lord Admiral of the allied kingdom of Kul Tiras. This is Thrall, orc representative to the Horde Council, who is gravely wounded. We are both here at the direction of Danath Trollbane on a mission of peace, and we have urgent business with your regent. I demand you open these gates!

The guard in front of them simply shook his head. “I don’t think you understand,” Jaina said through gritted teeth, her staff glowing as she channeled the arcane. “I ask permission only as a courtesy—” She felt Thrall’s big yet gentle hand on her forearm. “Danath’s message may not yet have arrived, Jaina.” Jaina drew breath to argue, but Thrall pushed himself away from her. “We have a job to do, and I am a hindrance.” He nodded at the guard. “Do not make a mistake today. The Lord Admiral is here to meet your regent. I suggest you let her in.”

All looked afraid—a common response to a battle happening outside the city walls perhaps, though Jaina couldn’t help but sense there was something strange afoot. The people scattered before her, dragging children with them, slamming doors and windows behind as if she were the enemy. Beware the Daughter of the Sea. The unhappy memory sprang unbidden into Jaina’s mind. She dismissed it as quickly as it arrived, but it did nothing to improve her mood.

“Dalaran?” Marran cut in. She cocked her head at that, as if she hadn’t heard right. Then the regent moved around Jaina and sat in a more austere high-backed chair behind her desk before settling her elbows atop a mess of parchments. “I know you’ve seen a lot of war, Lord Admiral. I know how long you’ve ruled Kul Tiras.” She rifled through the pages on her desk until she found the one she sought. “But do you know how many bushels of grain your kingdom needs for the winter?” She held up another parchment. “How many horses plow the fields of Stormsong Valley?” Another scrap of paper. “The cost per hundredweight of iron ore?” She shook her head. “For years, Stromgarde has lost too many battles and cared too little for its people.” Jaina felt stung—she was losing her. “Of course,” said Jaina. “But there is another fight coming, one that threatens more than just our small kingdoms. It is a fight we must join against, orc and human alike. Fighting each other only diminishes the strength we must show, united. Let the 7th Legion and the Kor’kron fight side by side,” she said. “And perhaps in doing so, an understanding—a peace—can be found between your people and the Mag’har.”

Marran nodded, but now she looked at her desk. “I see. Now I see.” She looked up. “You’re not here to reinforce our borders, to help us . . . You’re here to lead the Auxiliary off on another grand adventure, aren’t you? Another foe to dispatch, another glorious war, the heroes saving us, one and all.” Marran’s expression hardened. Jaina’s heart thudded in her chest as the regent’s face flushed, her words almost hissed through clenched teeth.

Despite her concerns, Jaina could understand Marran’s position, even if it was illadvised. Stromgarde was ever at the mercy of the hostile forces that surrounded it, and it had been a major battlefront in the Fourth War. Jaina knew all too well what it was like to inherit a kingdom in distress, to have enemies lurking around every corner—to discover that your family’s greatest ally had betrayed you. Marran was only doing what she thought best for her people, but she desperately needed guidance. Her uncle’s, Jaina hoped, but she feared Danath’s return to Stromgarde was more likely to start a power struggle than calm tensions. In the end, she had opted to be prudent and penned the letter. But as Jaina crossed the city, she became acutely aware of just how little time she had. Danath might come, yes, but he might come too late. Jaina was here, now. It was up to her to find the right way forward.

Chapter 3: Bloodlines

“Talk,” said Thrall. He gestured to Eitrigg. “Diplomacy. Negotiation. Even now, Lady Jaina Proudmoore is at Stromgarde, on the same mission as I.” “And good luck to her,” said Geya’rah. “Marran Trollbane is not one for conversation. She far prefers to let her archers do the talking. Besides, as I told you—she isn’t finished.” “Explain,” said Thrall. “We know that Stromgarde is planning an attack,” said Talgar. “No mere skirmish this time: they intend to capture territory and expand their borders.”

After returning to the keep, Jaina brooded in her chambers, knowing she would need to leave on the morrow unless she could convince Danath’s kin to see reason. As the hours grew small, she heaved a sigh and resolved on seeking out Marran herself. Today had been filled with bloodshed for Stromgarde, and Marran’s emotions were naturally running high. As the sun sank low on the horizon, Jaina hoped her chance hadn’t come and gone. But as she opened the door to her chambers, she was stunned to see Marran herself, looking exhausted and somewhat embarrassed.

Marran stopped and held her torch aloft. “We walk in Arathor,” she said. “This is all that remains of that ancient place, the last echo of an old world. A fitting place for us to speak freely.” Jaina nodded. “I grew up learning the legend, how Thoradin saw the vision of his father, clad in the pelt of a black wolf, and how he founded the first kingdom of humans.” But Marran shook her head. “Not legend. History. One that I have been trusted to uplift and enrich through my own contributions. One that must not be forgotten.” She sighed as she turned to the other woman. “I am eager to continue our earlier conversation, but first I wanted to speak with you, about this.”

Jaina clenched her jaw as she thought. Every word from now on had to count. “The Mag’har are a people forged in battle,” she said, “and the Kor’kron are the most elite warriors in the Horde. Continue to escalate tensions with the Mag’har and you will lose. You say you wish to honor your people, care for them. Forge a pact with Geya’rah and enrich both your peoples, through friendship.” Marran took a moment to think. “Yet I stand in the same room as the most powerful mage in all Azeroth, the one who tipped the Battle for Lordaeron to the Alliance. And you tell me still that I will lose?” At this, Jaina sighed. “I came to offer you my advice, Marran, not my magic.”

Marran stood and, placing her torch in a wall sconce, pulled a short knife with a curved blade from her belt. She grabbed the wolf’s fur at the back of its head and lifted. The creature’s jaw hung open, revealing dagger-sharp white teeth. “Our people are broken,” Marran said as she got to work. “I learned that facing every conflict that struck Stromgarde; settling into this castle for a time, only to be spirited away to the country or shuttled about our allies’ holdfasts. Through it all, I read nothing but our glorious histories, watching as my parents died and my uncle rode to war again and again. I sat in this keep feeling helpless, realizing what precious little remained of the legacy of Arathor.” Jaina could only watch in horrified fascination as Marran began to skin the wolf, sickened by what she knew this ritual represented. “Dalaran’s fall marks the passing of yet another human kingdom, though it had become unrecognizable in recent times. Gilneas succumbed for so long to blight, and we do not speak of what transpired in Alterac . . . or Lordaeron.”

Jaina felt her heart sink as she realized the truth. Marran was more than just an inexperienced ruler, an idealist. She was a believer. A believer in a glorious past that Jaina also knew to be fantasy. Marran worshipped a misguided, even dangerous nostalgia for a golden age she had never experienced herself. Marran looked at Jaina. “The Arathi Highlands belong to humanity. They are the heart of a great empire whose blood runs in our veins even now, Jaina. We must purge them of all invaders and take back our kingdom. It is our birthright. It is what Thoradin fought for. And we are—I am—destined to continue his legacy.” Jaina struggled to contain her disdain as she spoke. “Marran, you are set on a path of annihilation.” “Will you help me, Jaina?”

Jaina’s hand flew to her neck, and her fingertips came away bloodied. She turned and saw an archer step out of the shadowed corridor behind them. A woman in a long black hooded cloak—the same bowman, Zatacia, who had shot Thrall and intercepted Jaina’s letter. And then Jaina collapsed, hitting the hard floor, her staff rolling out of her grip. She looked up, tried to focus on Marranas the world began to gray around her. Marran ducked down and picked up a dart from the floor before collecting the wolf pelt. “That won’t kill her, right? I can’t have the entire Alliance at us too.” The archer smirked. “The Daughter of the Sea will sleep well tonight.” And then Jaina was lost to the darkness.

Chapter 4: Marran's Choice

As twilight fell on the Highlands, Thrall looked out over the dusky landscape fromhis position atop one of Hammerfall’s many watchtowers. In the distance, the vague shadow of Stromgarde’s tallest tower was quickly swallowed by the falling night. Thrall wondered how Jaina’s mission was going. It couldn’t be any worse than his. (tsk tsk)

Jaina woke with a start. The room was dark and eerily quiet. She sat up, only for the thundering pain in her head to almost send her back to oblivion. Closing her eyes, she counted to ten, then tried again—slower this time.

She gingerly felt her neck. Zatacia’s dart had only just grazed her, but it had been enough to deliver a knockout dose of sleeping poison. Or had it? Because now Jaina was awake, and while it was night, she realized that the effects of the poison had worn off far sooner than Marran had planned. She moved to the window and opened the drapes, revealing a city brightly lit by two moons high in the night. A city that was quiet and still—far too still.

Jaina wasted no time. She had to stop Marran before it was too late. Picking up her staff from the floor, Jaina focused her power and teleported out of the room.

Racing up the slope, already conjuring another elemental, Jaina saw a troop of warriors engaged in a fierce melee. Staff alight, Jaina channeled the arcane. She might not be able to stop the battle single-handedly, but she could do her best to keep the combatants apart and casualties low.

With a battle cry, Geya’rah kicked her heels into her mount and rode off toward the mage, but as she crested the next hill, she realized all too late that she had charged straight into an attack. She saw the flash of light, bright as the morning sun’s first shard, and then the water elemental, summoned by Jaina, barreling toward her, growing in size until it filled her entire vision. Geya’rah knew it was too late to even try to outrun it, but she still pulled the reins of her mount, turning the beast, which howled in protest in a last-ditch attempt to avoid contact. The elemental struck her like a runaway kodo, and as the magical creature vanished in a splash of purple light, Geya’rah found herself thrown from her mount.

Chapter 5: The Battle of Go'Shek Farm

This is hopeless, thought Jaina as she raced across the battlefield. While she was doing her best to keep fighters away from each other with arcane magic, she knew she couldn’t be everywhere at once, and she had seen enough fighting to know which side was going to win. Marran had gambled, and she had lost. Now Jaina had to find her before it was too late.

Marran got to her feet, but Jaina was faster, aiming her staff squarely at the regent.“Is this how the Alliance treats its own, Lord Admiral? Compliance by force?” Jaina approached, ready to subdue the regent if necessary. “Open your eyes, Marran! For all your talk of the Alliance chasing meaningless battles, you’ve started the most meaningless one of all.” Arcane energy crackled down her staff. “You’ve lost. I won’t let you inflict further damage on your kingdom or the Alliance.” Above them, the sky flared red, blinding in the failing night. Jaina gasped in surprise and stepped back, turning her focus from Marran as she shielded her eyes. The two women looked to the north.

“If you would permit me a word with my regent, Lord Admiral?” Jaina stepped to one side as Danath Trollbane walked out onto the field, leaders of the Stromic army following close behind. Marran’s eyes thinned to slits, locking with Jaina’s as her uncle approached. “I showed you mercy beneath the keep. I don’t make the same mistake twice.” Jaina joined Danath’s side.“Neither do I. I didn’t trust the situation in Stromgarde from the moment I passed under its gates. For all I knew, that courier would deliver the letter straight to you anyway.”

He turned to Jaina. “Kurdran and Turalyon wait for us at Stromgarde. I suggest we join them.” Dawn broke as the party, now joined by Talgar, Eitrigg, the Kor’kron, and the 7th Legion, arrived at Stromgarde. Kurdran Wildhammer and Turalyon were waiting in the square outside the main keep. Turalyon shook Jaina’s hand. “Lord Admiral, the Sons of Lothar will answer your call.” Kurdran coughed. “Little dramatic, Turalyon? We’ve not gone by that name in . . . What? Two decades? More?” The paladin grinned. “Maybe it’s time we reclaim it.” He turned to Jaina. “Once Danath gave me his report on the summit at Boralus, I realized the gravity of the situation. You’ll have to forgive my absence at your council.” “Of course,” Jaina said. “But tell me, what of the Radiant Song? How does Stormwind fare?” Turalyon pursed his lips. “The troubles still weigh on my mind, but I’ve left Genn to rule—he’ll keep a tight rein on things in my absence.”

Although the subject of the story is rather hackneyed, I liked it. I really liked the way Jaina is written here, much better than in Shadows rising, and I'm glad that she finally got the novella.

[personality-central]

Prince Hans

ENFJ, 3w4

“I’d like to formally apologize for hitting the princess of Arendelle with my horse… and for every moment after.”

MBTI: ENFJ (Fe-Ni-Se-Ti)

Dominant Fe (Extroverted Feeling) / Inferior Ti (Introverted Thinking)

Hans is really good at observing and understanding the emotions around him. This allows him to manipulate others very easily; Anna, Elsa, the entire kingdom of Arendelle. He is able to connect with Anna by relating his complicated relationship with siblings to hers, and by exploiting her loneliness. He is able to let Elsa’s guard down by using her biggest fears against her; calling her a monster, using all the harm she’s done accidentally against her. He is able to use the eternal winter to portray himself as a good leader, to earn positive opinions from the kingdom as a whole. Because of this, his inferior Ti doesn’t allow him to consider much beyond manipulation. When he locks Anna in a room, he fails to consider the logical possibility that Anna would escape or that there may be someone out there who loves her or who she loves enough to save her.

Auxiliary Ni (Introverted Intuition) / Tertiary Se (Extroverted Sensing)

Hans knows exactly what he wants out of life; power, and he follows an extremely complex plan to get just that. His Fe is used to understand the emotions around him, his Ni is used to manipulate them. He plans out everything in his head, and envisions the emotional response each of these actions cause.

Enneagram: 3w2

As a three, Hans wants nothing more than to be well liked and respected and is very ambitious in achieving this goal. Having a two wing, he does this by connecting with the community and using their needs and wants to his advantage.

[hiroin-2]

“Lavender” AI–Directed Bombing in Gaza

Background

In 2021, the commander of Israel’s Unit 8200 published The Human-Machine Team, advocating an AI “target machine” to overcome the human bottleneck in identifying strike targets.

+972 Magazine and Local Call unveil Lavender, an AI system the IDF employed in its 2023–24 Gaza campaign to generate—and effectively approve—assassination targets with minimal human oversight.

Key Systems

Lavender

Uses mass surveillance data on Gaza’s 2.3 million residents to score each person (1–100) on likelihood of membership in Hamas/PIJ.

Marks tens of thousands—peaking at ~37,000—suspected operatives (including many low-ranking or unconnected civilians) as “human targets.”

Approved for full operational use after a “random sample” showed 90 percent accuracy; known to err ~10 percent of the time.

Where’s Daddy?

Tracks AI-marked individuals in real time and alerts when they enter their family homes, triggering strike authorization.

The Gospel (earlier system)

Targets buildings/structures; Lavender uniquely targets people.

Six Stages of Automated Targeting

Generating Targets

Policy shift: all Hamas/PIJ operatives—regardless of rank—classified as “human targets.”

AI replaces manual incrimination, producing mass kill lists.

Linking to Family Homes

Automated linkage of individuals to private residences.

“Broad hunting”: operators copy-paste names into tracking software to await home entry.

Choosing Weapons

Junior targets struck exclusively with unguided “dumb bombs” to conserve precision munitions, destroying entire buildings.

Authorizing Collateral Damage

Fixed “collateral damage degrees” set at up to 15–20 civilians per junior target (and over 100 for senior commanders).

No individualized proportionality assessments; decisions driven by “lethality” and pressure to “bring more targets.”

Calculating Civilian Presence

Automated estimates of household occupancy based on pre-war data and assumed evacuee rates.

No real-time verification; models often disconnected from on-the-ground reality.

Bombing and Aftermath

Strikes often occurred hours after the last known presence, frequently missing the actual target and killing entire families.

Post-strike Battle Damage Assessments (BDAs) abolished for low-ranking targets; operators seldom knew true casualty figures.

Human Oversight and Errors

Human “analysis” reduced to a 20-second male/female voice check; female-voiced errors presumed AI mistakes and dropped.

Common AI misidentifications included civilians sharing communication traits with militants, relatives of operatives, and aid workers.

Operators knowingly accepted statistical error margins, treating mistakes as part of “the norm.”

Human Cost and Legal Concerns

In the first six weeks, ~15,000 Palestinians—many women, children, and uninvolved civilians—killed; hundreds of entire families wiped out.

Strikes on senior commanders authorized with “hundreds” of civilian deaths per attack, unprecedented in Israeli or U.S. practice.

Rights groups warn such permissive policies and minimal oversight violate international law’s proportionality and distinction principles.

IDF Response

Official denials: AI tools are “auxiliary,” with independent analyst review required per IDF directives.

Sources counter that for junior targets, the only check was confirming the subject is male.

Drivers and Implications

October 7 Hamas attack and hostage crisis created an atmosphere of “revenge” and operational hysteria, leading to permissive fire policies.

Operators describe constant pressure to “create as many targets as possible,” fearing munitions shortages if not.

Long-term risks: mass civilian casualties may fuel resentment, boosting future recruitment for militant groups and undermining Israel’s security.

This investigation uncovers how an AI-driven, nearly fully automated kill-chain—centered on Lavender—enabled mass targeting and bombing of Gaza residents with minimal human accountability, raising profound ethical and legal questions.

[nonbinary-beast]

Thinking about how the first time with Garthe and alien!KARR would go regarding the princess/dragon dynamic.

Under a cut due to mild spice.

Sex is not something that KARR thinks about often, even as an eldritch machine- occulomata; the reproductive subroutine is just something that runs in the background for him. It's not due to a complete disinterest in it for the most part, there simply is enough going on regarding his schemes that he does not have much of a chance to think about it, not to mention that in regards to a partner there's no one that really comes to mind for him.

His acquaintances- and people he knew relatively closely- for the most part have been his enemies or those that had manipulated him or have been manipulated by him. The only exception at this point in time is Garthe; KARR's pet human and trophy.

But Garthe, he notices, gradually starts to act differently around him.

His gaze starts to linger upon him, he can track those icy blue eyes of his looking upon his lips, his many optical sensors, the way his form glistens and gleams in the sun like liquid metal. He can detect the changes in his blood pressure, the rising pulse of his heartbeat, even the dilation of his pupils. But this is not a fear response, or even that of awe; there is a deeply carnal undercurrent- evident on the way blood starts to pool in his pelvic area and the flux in hormonal levels he can pick up on in his scent.

Yet, he never sees Garthe try to act on what is so clearly desire on his end. He is avoidant, clearly in the midst of a personal conflict regarding his feelings- he quickly leaves if possible when KARR catches him staring, or looks away and pretends to find something else deeply interesting.

So, KARR takes the initiative to act.

"Your eyes have a habit of wandering my way as of late, Garthe. Is there anything on your mind, or are you merely admiring the view?" He asks upon catching him staring, and Garthe is taken aback.

"It is difficult not to watch you, immense as you are. Each time I see you it feels unbelievable that something so incredible exists."

KARR takes advantage to preen, "Incredible, yes. Indeed, Garthe, but awe alone is not what swells within you, is it." He presses on, "I can still read your biochemical readings quite satisfactorily; that cocktail of sex chemicals within your system begin to stir, your pulse quickens- and focuses quite acutely between your legs, does it not?"

Garthe swallows, and he cannot help but feel quite bare beneath the towering machine's gaze.

"Tell me, Garthe, what exactly runs through your little mind when your eyes are on me? I can track your gaze, you know, I know that you linger upon my lips, my auxiliary optics, among other things." By now KARR has closed the distance between them, lowering his head to meet Garthe's eyes- and perhaps to tempt whatever thoughts the man had regarding his mouth.

Given the dilation of his pupils, and the way his eyes glance between his lips and meeting KARR's own glowing amber eyes, there was plenty on Garthe's mind. He admits just as much.

"I cannot help it, your form is such an exquisite blend of raw power and grace. It is difficult to see you as a mere machine, or beast, or human- the class you fit into is one that hasn't been named yet." His gaze flicks back to KARR's lips, contemplating them as they twitch into a grin, "It draws a certain excitement, a deep, powerful feeling..." "Indulge me." KARR utters, his voice dipping to a soft rumble. "How deep, how powerful?"

His own pupils briefly pulse with the spike in Garthe's adrenaline, literally watching as a thrill races up the man's spine. Much to his amusement, he draws closer, hands raising to gingerly hold the machine's chin.

"That all depends on how much you wish to be indulged."

"Oh, I do wish, Garthe." He closes the distance between his and Garthe's lips, teasing him with a brief kiss, "Thoroughly."

That was enough to break the man's apprehension, chasing KARR's lips to kiss him again, deepening it. The rest of his inhibitions fell away soon after, allowing the his captor's many chrome appendages to undress and wrap around him- caressing, lifting and holding him as he was carried off to explore their mutual curiosity.

[currinsrnznships]

NZ Naval Bases/Dockyards – HMNZS Cook HMNZS Cook – 1943-44 Clyde Quay, Wellington – later 1944-46 – Shelly Bay, Wellington Shelley Bay Base – Formerly known as HMNZS Cook Wellington’s Shelly Bay was formally commissioned as HMNZS Cook on 1 June 1944. Three vessels were assigned to assist with anti-submarine netting maintenance and anti-submarine targeting. 03 March, 2023 Since the former defence base at Shelly Bay on Wellington’s Miramar Peninsular (Te Motu Kairangi), was handed back to the government in 1995, the buildings and infrastructure had deteriorated dramatically while decisions were made on developing the site. With work starting on a new housing development which will secure its future, we look back on its past as Wellington’s first line of defence during conflict. Te Motu Kairangi was sold as part of the Wellington purchase to the New Zealand Company in 1839. The land was acquired by former Royal Navy officer, James Crawford, who named it Miramar (Spanish for ‘Sea View’). In response to fears about an invasion by an expanding Russian empire, the Crown requisitioned Shelly Bay in 1885 under the Public Works Act for use as an anti-submarine mine depot. It was this ‘Russian scare’ that led to the building of major coastal artillery fortifications to protect New Zealand’s cities.  Submarine and Torpedo Mining Corps, Shelly Bay 1899 In 1907, the Royal Navy took responsibility for Shelly Bay and any intended use. A new wharf and munitions stores were constructed but these had limited use during World War I or in the post war years. However, in 1941 with the establishment of the Royal New Zealand Navy (RNZN), ownership of the base was transferred to the RNZN. Following the attack on Pearl Harbor and Japan’s string of rapid strategic victories southward, along with the ongoing threat from German auxiliary raiders, Shelly Bay was expanded significantly with new accommodation, dining facilities, messes, workshops, slipways, a hospital and other infrastructure. HMNZS Cook looking south 1944 HMNZS Cook looking north 1944Scroll to previous imageScroll to next image Shelly Bay was formally commissioned as HMNZS Cook on 1 June 1944. Three vessels were assigned to assist with anti-submarine netting maintenance and anti-submarine targeting. HMNZS Cook was also the maintenance depot for the four Fairmile coastal patrol vessels which were based at Clyde Quay in Wellington. Fairmile Coastal Patrol Vessel Q400 in Wellington Harbour (in service 1942 – 1945). A badge for HMNZS Cook was designed but was never used as the requirement for it was superseded by the transfer of the Base to the Royal New Zealand Air Force (RNZAF).  With the demobilisation of the RNZN after the war, HMNZS Cook ceased operations on 1 April 1946 and was decommissioned on 18 June 1946. The site was handed over to the RNZAF but the RNZN retained rights to use it as a naval base in case of emergency. The slipway facilities were leased to commercial operators. In the postwar period, RNZN patrol craft and survey vessels would tie up and refuel there. Shelly Bay was used by the RNZAF for transit and permanent accommodation for NZDF personnel working in Wellington and there was also a motor transport group attached. The Base finally closed in 1995 and the New Zealand Defence Force handed the land back for disposal. In 2009, the land and buildings were transferred to Taranaki Whānui ki Te Upoko o Te Ika as a part of a Treaty of Waitangi settlement. Historic photos courtesy of National Museum of the Royal New Zealand Navy. Attached – HDML 1183 Tags and categories: NZ Naval Bases/Dockyards, NZ Naval Bases/Dockyards - HMNZS Cook via WordPress https://ift.tt/dQEyrUn March 27, 2025 at 12:20PM

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Logos and Pathos (Book 4) Chapter Eight

TOS! Spock x Empath! Spouse! Reader

Chapter Eight: Old Test

Summary: A familiar face and threat rears his head against the Enterprise and (Y/N).

            “Try the emergency channels for Regula I,” ordered Kirk as he walked onto the Bridge with his officers. Uhura nodded and turned to her station. “Picture, Mr. Saavik.”

            Saavik pressed a button, and the viewscreen came up to display the approaching ship. She rose, and Kirk took the Captain’s chair.

            “Reliant in our section,” said Sulu. “This quadrant, sir, and slowing.”

            (Y/N) frowned. It was unlike Chekov not to contact another ship properly by now.

            “Sir?” said Saavik. “May I quote General Order 12? ‘On the approach of any vessel when communications have not been established—’ ”

            “Lieutenant, the Admiral is well aware of regulations,” said Spock.

            “He just chooses to ignore them at times,” said (Y/N) in amusement so that Spock could hear.

            “Aye, sir,” said Saavik in response to Spock, turning back to her helm station.

            “Is it possible their comm system has failed?” said Kirk.

            “It would explain a great many things,” said Spock.

            “Chekov would attempt some form of communication. Lights, code signals, something,” said (Y/N).

            “We’re requesting communications but getting nothing as of yet,” said Uhura. “Just static.”

            (Y/N) narrowed their eyes. Something about this didn’t sit right with them, but they had no basis for feeling suspicious. It was just that the situation didn’t feel right.

            Kirk leaned forward and rubbed his chin. “This is damn peculiar. Yellow alert.”

            (Y/N) nodded in approval and sent out the alert to the ship. It was better to be cautious in such a situation.

            “Energize defense shields,” said Saavik as the alarm blared.

            “I’m getting a voice message,” said Uhura. “They say their chambers coil is overloading their comms system.”

            “Spock, confirm it,” said (Y/N) instantly. They were suspicious of this entire scenario, despite knowing Chekov should be on that ship—a friend and an excellent officer.

            “Scanning,” said Spock. He looked up. “Their coil emissions are normal.”

            That confirmed (Y/N)’s suspicious feelings.

            “Their shields are going up,” said Spock.

            (Y/N) felt fear shoot through the trainees. There was very little protocol for scenarios with no answers and only mystery. They were going to have to learn firsthand what Starfleet had to deal with when they didn’t have protocol to dictate their choices.

            “They’re locking phasers,” warned Spock.

            The fear rose into a cloud throughout the Bridge.

            “Raise shields,” ordered Kirk.

            Reliant fired on Enterprise, hitting them before the shields were entirely up. The ship shook, and (Y/N) held onto their station. Spock reached out to steady them protectively. Enterprise keeled to the side as the phaser fire hit, and (Y/N) was thrown from their seat. They crashed into Spock, who held them as they both hit the ground with other officers.

            Red Alert automatically activated, flashing red light through the Bridge and turning the cloud of fear into one of terror.

            “Sulu, get those shields up!” said Kirk.

            “Trying, sir,” said Sulu, clutching onto his station. “I can’t get power!”

            “Scotty?!” called Kirk, buzzing Engineering. “(L/N), get those damn channels turned off!” Red Alert was drowning out everything.

            “Aye,” said (Y/N), switching off the sound.

            “Mr. Scott on the comms,” said Uhura.

            “We’re just hanging on, sir,” said Scotty. His voice was muffled by an oxygen mask. “The main energizers out.”

            “Try auxiliary power,” ordered Kirk.

            “Aye, aye, sir,” said Scotty.

            “Damage report,” said Kirk.

            Spock brought up the diagram. Each spot that had been fired on was integral for helping the Enterprise escape and defend itself.

            “Reliant knew where to attack,” said (Y/N), narrowing their eyes. The attack was precise, calculated. That meant an intelligent enemy.

            Kirk furrowed his brow. “But who attacked? And why?”

            “One thing is certain,” said Spock. “We cannot escape on auxiliary power.”

            Kirk’s emotions swirled forebodingly as the truth settled in. They needed to find another solution and quickly. “Visual,” he said.

            Reliant was flying by.

            “Sulu, divert all power to phasers,” said Kirk.

            A torpedo fired from Reliant.

            “Too late,” said Spock.

            “Hang on!” said Kirk.

            (Y/N) grabbed Spock and the station beside them. The torpedo hit. An explosion of machinery sparked within the Bridge. The lights went out, and (Y/N) and Spock were thrown over the railing, hitting the ground. Flames flickered in the dim lights. Smoke billowed up from the helm and mechanical stations. (Y/N) coughed, waving their hands to see as best they could.

            “Spock,” they coughed, reaching out for him.

            “T’hy’la,” said Spock, grabbed their hand and pulled them to him as he stood. Their safety was his first priority. In darkness and danger, they were the first person Spock reached to find.

            (Y/N) felt his love and worry thrum through the marriage bond and touched his fingers. They weren’t in the clear, but (Y/N) was alright. Spock relaxed slightly at their touch.

            “Scotty!” said Kirk across the comms. “What’s left?”

            “Just the batteries, sir,” said Scotty grimly, and (Y/N) knew from his tone that his emotional aura was a hurricane of worry at this point. “I can have auxiliary power in a few minutes.”

            “We don’t have a few minutes,” said Kirk, looking around the burning bridge. “Can we get phaser powers?” he asked a cadet.

            “A few shots,” said the man, soot covering his face but remaining bravely at his station.

            “Not enough against their shields,” said Spock.

            “Who the hell are they?” said Kirk.

            “Someone intelligent and dangerous,” said (Y/N), grimacing.

            “Admiral!” said Uhura, eyes wide but doing her job efficiently. “The Commander of the Reliant is signaling! He wishes to discuss the terms of our surrender.”

            Silence met her message. Everyone turned to look at Kirk. Apprehension billowed up like the smoke in the Bridge. Kirk looked back at each crew member, worry in his own aura weighing down on (Y/N). He wanted to protect his crew, each and every person…

            “Put it onscreen,” said Kirk. He would speak to their enemy face-to-face.

            Oh, Chekov…If someone has hurt you, I promise, we’ll defeat them. For you and for everyone else onboard your ship and ours, thought (Y/N). Chekov would never be behind this, so they could only hope he was alive so they could rescue him as well as all aboard the Enterprise.

            “Do it,” said Kirk. “While we still have time.” He sat down in the Captain’s chair. He straightened his back, ready to face his enemy with a brave face. He wouldn’t show fear to anyone who sought the satisfaction of it.

            “Onscreen, sir,” said Uhura, flipping a switch.

            Static glitched, and then a man appeared. He wore wild clothing, hand-made, and various necklaces of warped metal. His hair was white, but he was clearly strong and fit. And his eyes—they were dark with malice.

            (Y/N)’s brought caught in their throat in horror as they recognized those eyes, those terrible eyes they hadn’t seen in years.

            Kirk rose from his chair in shock. “Khan,” he breathed.

            Khan. Khan Noonien Singh. (Y/N)’s lungs constricted in panic upon seeing one of the worst men they had ever faced on the Enterprise. He had threatened everyone they cared about, been a horrible man during the Eugenics War and during their present years. He was a man of cruelty, condescension, and killing instinct. (Y/N) would have been overjoyed to never see his face again, and they never thought they would. This was a living nightmare.

            Feeling their distress through the marriage bond, Spock reached out and touched (Y/N)’s hand. He remembered the way Khan had treated the Enterprise and them. He sought to own them, control them, and Spock had despised it then, and he despised Khan now.

            “You still remember, Admiral,” said Khan, self-satisfaction dripping from his voice. “I cannot help be touched. I, of course, remember you.” His eyes went to (Y/N) in the background of the call. “And (Y/N)…”

            His voice saying their name made (Y/N)’s stomach turn.

            “You have grown lovelier with time.” Khan sighed. “It remains a pity you chose these inferior beings. You’ll have to face their same fate.”

            “I would never choose you,” said (Y/N), pushing through their fear defiantly. They refused to give Khan the satisfaction of defeating their spirit in any capacity.

            Khan’s lip curled in anger. Kirk stepped up to bring the attention off of (Y/N). He was as protective of his crew as ever.

            “What is the meaning of this attack?” demanded Kirk. “Where is the crew of the Reliant?”

            (Y/N) could only hope that Chekov wasn’t dead. Khan was brutal. He would kill and hurt anyone he came across in whatever way he saw “necessary” to achieve his goals. He saw them all as subhuman, after all…He held no capacity for empathy or guilt in his heart.

            “Surely I have made my meaning plan,” said Khan. “I mean to avenge myself upon you, Admiral, and lovely (Y/N).”

            Spock narrowed his eyes. Khan continuing to refer to (Y/N) by their first name is such a sickeningly “sweet” manner provoked his normally controlled temper.

            We defeated him, realized (Y/N). Kirk and (Y/N) had been the main instigators of Khan’s defeat on the Enterprise so many years ago. Kirk had led the resistance against him, and (Y/N)’s empathic abilities had weakened Khan considerably. They were his downfall; he desired to be theirs.

            “I’ve deprived your ship of power, and when I swing around, I mean to deprive you of your life,” said Khan. He leaned forward. “But I wanted you to know first who it was who had beaten you.”

            “Khan, if it’s me you want, I’ll have myself beamed aboard. Spare my crew,” said Kirk, noble to the end.

            “And yet, Admiral, it is not merely your life I want,” said Khan.

            “Then take us both. Spare the Enterprise,” said (Y/N), not hesitating to step forward.

            “T’hy’la,” said Spock lowly. Anger crept into his voice at the mere suggestion of (Y/N) going with Khan. He understood their decision and knew he would make precisely the same offer if it was him Khan wanted to kill, but when (Y/N) did it, Spock couldn’t live with it. He couldn’t live with losing them.

            Saavik glanced at him, surprised at her commanding, Vulcan officer’s display of slight emotion. The love between Spock and (Y/N) was true and deep, and even a Vulcan such as herself could…understand that it was compelling. She had yet to find such a connection with another, but it made her wonder.

            “I make you a counterproposal,” said Khan. “I’ll agree to your terms if, in addition to yourselves, you hand over to me all data and material regarding the project called Genesis.”

            True fear settled into (Y/N)’s bones. Khan’s were precisely the “wrong hands” with which Genesis could cause more harm than good that they and Bones had worried about.

            “Genesis? What’s that?” lied Kirk.

            “Don’t insult my intelligence, Kirk,” said Khan.

            “Give us some time to recall the data on our computers,” said (Y/N). They were a negotiator; they would do what they were best at, despite knowing Khan was not someone who could be negotiated with. He wanted what he wanted and refused to give an inch to another person. He had been a fascist dictator for a reason.

            “I’ll give you sixty seconds,” said Khan. “Because I do so wish to give you a chance to make the right choice, dear (Y/N).”

            (Y/N) was disgusted by his tone. They could hear the implications that he would attempt to make them join his cause come their arrival on Reliant (or he would do worse…(Y/N) refused to think of it). They were glad when Khan stepped back so he could speak to his subordinate and not be overheard.

            Kirk turned away from the viewscreen. “Clear the Bridge.” All trainees quickly headed out. The remaining crew members, which were Saavik and those who had faced Khan before, looked at Kirk.

            “At least we know he doesn’t have Genesis,” said Spock, keeping his voice low so the comms didn’t pick it up. “And you’re not going anywhere.” He looked at (Y/N).

            “Spock—”

            “No, T’hy’la,” said Spock. His voice lowered. “Please.”

            (Y/N) felt the pure worry through their bond. “Oh, Spock…” They swallowed. “The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few, remember?” They didn’t truly believe that for every scenario, but they believed it here. They smiled at him, and Spock’s hands curled into slight fists from the force of his emotions.

            “Keep nodding as though I’m still giving orders,” said Kirk. “Mr. Saavik, punch up the data charts of Reliant’s consoles.”

            Saavik raised a brow. “Reliant’s command—”

            “Hurry,” said Kirk, and Saavik got to work.

            “Forty-five seconds,” echoed a countdown.

            “The prefix code?” said Spock knowingly. He was glad they still had an option. He wasn’t giving (Y/N) or Kirk over to Khan.

            “It’s all we’ve got,” said Kirk.

            “The chart’s up, sir,” said Saavik.

            “Admiral!” warned Khan as the countdown continued.

            “We’re finding it,” said Kirk.

            “Admiral!” Khan was growing incensed.

            “Please, please…give us time,” said Kirk. He didn’t need to fake his panic; he was playing a dangerous game with a dangerous man. “The Bridge is smashed, computers inoperative.

            “Time is a luxury you don’t have, Admiral,” said Khan, cruel as ever. (Y/N) could tell he was enjoying watching his enemies squirm under his threats and power.

            “Damn,” cursed Kirk under his breath as time ran down.

            “Admiral,” warned Khan.

            “It’s coming through now, Khan,” said Kirk.

            “Reliant’s prefix number is 1-6-3-0-9,” said Spock.

            “I don’t understand,” said Saavik, furrowing her brow.

            “You have to learn why things work on a starship,” said Kirk.

            “Each ship has it’s combination code to prevent what we’re about to attempt,” said (Y/N). “Using our console to order Reliant to lower her shields.” They spoke as Spock and Kirk went through all the directives the Enterprise needed to connect with Reliant.

            “Assuming he hasn’t changed the combination. He is, unfortunately, quite intelligent,” said Spock.

            “We have to try,” said (Y/N), and Spock nodded.

            “Fifteen seconds,” announced the countdown.

            “Khan, how do I know you’ll keep your word?” said Kirk.

            “Oh, I’ve given you no word to keep,” said Khan, smirking. “In my judgement, you simply have no alternative.”

            Kirk grimaced. “I see your point. Stand by to receive our transmission.” He turned back to his crew and spoke quietly. “Mr. Sulu, lock phasers on target and await my command.”

            “Phasers locked,” confirmed Sulu.

            “Time’s up, Admiral,” said Khan. “Send the transmission.”

            “Here it comes,” said Kirk. “Now, Mr. Spock.”

            Spock pressed a final button. The shields around Reliant went down.

            “Fire, fire!” shouted Kirk.

            (Y/N) took considerable pleasure in the anger and shock that crossed Khan’s face. Phasers fired and hit the Reliant. It shook the Bridge, and Khan and his men held on tight as they were thrown side to side. Cables fell from the ceiling, and explosions rocked the Bridge. (Y/N) watched Khan stumble before the viewscreen and comms cut off.

            The Enterprise crew watched silently as the Reliant floated aimlessly. They had hit the warp drive and photon control to prevent them from attacking again. Finally, Reliant turned and flew farther away. Khan was forced to retreat for the moment.

            “Sir, you did it,” said Sulu.

            “I did nothing,” said Kirk. “Except get caught with my breeches down. I must be getting senile. Mr. Saavik, you go right on quoting regulations. In the meantime, let’s fine out how badly we’ve been hurt.”

            “Khan will be back,” said (Y/N). “He’ll find a way back to hurt us further if we don’t stop him permanently.”

            Spock nodded. Khan had been given a chance to live before. This time, they would have to ensure he never had another chance to hurt people again.

            Kirk nodded and headed towards the elevator. He needed to figure out how badly the Enterprise was damaged.

            The doors opened before he could call the elevator. Scotty stood within, holding the body of Midshipman Preston, badly burned and bleeding. Spock closed his eyes in grief. Uhura gasped. Saavik started. (Y/N)’s brow creased, and their gaze fell. Kirk stared in grief. Scotty gazed at them sorrowfully.

            Khan had already taken so many lives…It was time for him to beaten once and for all. Whatever the cost, thought every Enterprise crew member. Khan had to be stopped or there would always be more deaths.

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𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔢𝔰𝔣𝔧 𝔞𝔯𝔠𝔥𝔢𝔱𝔶𝔭𝔢

↳ the sub-group archetype of the sentinels

ESFJ ⟶ extroverted feeling, introverted sensing, extroverted intuition and introverted thinking.

breaking down the archetype ⬎

♇ the archetype is made up of Fe Si Ne and Ti.

E = extroversion.

S = sensing.

F = feeling.

J = judging.

♇ the first two functions that determine the ESFJ TYPE CODE ⬎

Fe Si Ne Ti

♇ the Fe and Si within the ESFJ function makes up for the two missing letters in the middle of the type code: E _ _ J because the two missing letters in the middle are the first two functions!

♇ the Fe is the _ _ F _ because it is about extroverted feeling.

♇ the Si is the _ S _ _ because it is about introverted sensing.

-but what makes up the first letter in the code?

♇ what makes up for the first letter in the code is the second letter to the strongest function for the archetype. and the strongest function for ESTJ is Fe and evidently the second letter is “E” which causes the function to now become from _ S T _ to E S T _ .

♇ but what makes up the last letter in the code?

♇ you’ll have to look back at the first extroverted archetype in the entire code. and for ESFJ it is ⟶ Fe Si Ne Ti. the first extroverted function in the type is Fe, which is extroverted feeling.

♇ Fe belongs to the judging function which displays the fact that the last letter to E S T _ will be E S T J.

explaining the archetype ⬎

ESFJ's like to help other people, they can be considered to be forward with how they think and speak, and have a feasible and efficient way of doing stuff. they are people who are for the people! they are friendly, and like to be around friends and like to connect with others.

people could think of ESFJ's to be responsible, and since they like to be around people a lot, they can find themselves doing a lot of people-pleasing stuff since they like to be in harmony and peace, so they like to keep it that way. their friendly and tranquil energy can aid them to become popular. they work hard to maintain their connections with their friends, and they like it when its reciprocated.

they're idealistic people, but can be people who have a strong distaste towards critique. they are strong people with strong opinions and know what they want.

they could be people who like to be mediators, they like to learn everything they're intrigued by, and they're the type of people who remember random but vital facts. ESFJ's can be people who when they're advising other people, they like to base things on personal experiences.

they like to have things in order, and don't like feeling left out. they are people who like to be aware of their surroundings, like to read the room and be people who follow order.

ESFJ's are people who like to feel their emotions, and like to live in a world of harmony. they are usually the type of people who use their heart more than their head. they like to feel connected to the earth, to life, them being apart of something is what makes them move.

they can be considered to be people who are are friendly, aiding and supporting. as they're people who like to support, they take an interest in uniting other people and bringing out the best in them.

on the other hand, they can also be people who are emotionally chaotic, they dont like to be alone, the fear of being forgotten and unwanted is what they dislike the most. this can also make them very dramatic.

ESFJ'S AUXILIARY ⟶ SI. [AUXILIARY HELPS GROWTH/HEALTHY OR DEVELOPED ESFJ’S] ⬎

ESFJ's when developed are keen on details, but aren't obsessive about them, they are people who value proper traditional method, but when they feel like something is supposed to be changed, they wouldnt mind going for it.

they are people who aim for ambitious goals, and they can be considered as people who benefit from routines especially when they make sure they are not controlled by them.

ESFJ's when developed are able to handle discomfort, and whenever they go through obstacles they treat it as a learning challenge.

WHEN ESFJ’s BEHAVE INHIBITED ⬎

when ESFJ's act out of character, they can be very obsessive when itcomes to earning results, they can get too dependent on it.

they can be the type of people who over manage everything, being energy-draining perfectionists, nit-picking every detail that exists, especially commodities that go against expectations that are realistic.

they can also be people who obsessively enforces proper behaviour in other people. sometimes they cannot separate delusion and reality, and they can be the type of people who put on a mask and deny the negative, they're very rose coloured glasses people.

ESFJ's can be people who risk dangerous experiences to mask up their depressive state, and ESFJ's are the type of people to make up bad excuses whenever someone notices a flaw in them.

and whenever they dont want to feel disappointed, they lower their expectations and accept the bare minimum. but on the other hand they can be people who imagine worse case scenarios to avert advice that could be deemed good for them. this can make them suspicious with other people easily.

INFERIOR TI GRIP⬎

ESFJ's are the type of people who could feel lonely and disconnected from everything, and when they're confronted about ill behaviour they could sometimes feel like they're being cornered by everyone. they could be the type of people who are always confused, and paranoid about everything that breathes.

when low, they can be critical and dismissive about other people, and whenever they portray negative behaviour they always want to excuse themselves.

can become very addicted and obsessive people, and when they think there is a problem, they can become addicted to finding how to fix it. people from this archetype are the type of people who believe they're rational when it is totally the opposite.

could feel underlying feelings, specifically negative feelings which could push them into alienating themselves.

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Aneke succeeds Ogakwu as Udi Ancient Kingdom Traditional Ruler

The ancient Kingdom of Udi, in Enugu state, has got a new traditional ruler, Igwe Samuel Aneke, a retired Deputy Controller of Customs, who was the traditional prime minister of the community until his installation. Aneke succeeded Igwe Chris Ogakwu, who died in 2020. The secretary to the Igwe’s cabinet, Chief Simeon Eze, administered the oath of office on Igwe Aneke on Monday. At a church service at St. Mary’s Pro-cathedral, the auxiliary Bishop of Enugu Diocese, Most Rev. Ernest Obodo, asked the traditional ruler to see his ascension to the throne as a call to service. He urged him to discharge his new responsibility without fear or favour and to see all indigenes of Udi as his subjects. “You are lucky to have been chosen as the man to sit on the exalted traditional throne of the Udi. "Your educational qualifications, operational exploits, and social connection have placed the people of Udi in your care," Obodo said. Responding, Igwe Anene appealed to the indigenes of the town to join hands with him to restore the lost glory of Udi ancient kingdom. He also appealed to politicians from the town to be united, irrespective of political affiliations, to attract government attention and infrastructural projects to the town. Installed as the fourth 'Okwuluoha' (Spokesperson) of Udi ancient kingdom, Igwe Aneke expressed deep gratitude to the people for finding him worthy of sitting on the traditional throne. He promised to work towards uniting the people as an indivisible entity. According to him, the community would not witness much development and progress if it does not speak with one strong voice. Igwe Aneke pledged to collaborate with the state government and wealthy individuals from Udi town to ensure that youths were empowered economically. “I see the election that brought me as the voice of the people. “I will ensure that the peace existing in the town is sustained by all means. There should be equity and fair play; I will make sure that everybody enjoys his or her right in this town. “One of my priorities as the traditional ruler of Udi town is to ensure security of lives and property, which I consider very important,’’ Aneke said. Speaking to newsman, a prominent son of Udi and chairman, All Progressives Congress (APC) in Enugu State, Mr Ugochukwu Agballah, described the coronation as a dream come true for the town. Agballah revealed that Igwe Aneke was the first, in the history of Udi, to emerge unopposed as its traditional ruler He promised to galvanise support of other indigenes of the town to enable the traditional ruler succeed as the Okwuluoha IV of Udi ancient kingdom. The high point of the event was the oath of office taken by Igwe Aneke, the presentation of the certificate to the Igwe’s cabinet members, and the conferment of Chieftaincy titles on selected individuals. Read the full article

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Anon wrote: Dear MBTI notes, you’re a gem for still being into handwriting in this tech-based world. I found myself a bird with the same feather. I am reflecting on your questions so I can’t answer that yet but waiting for you; me & my ESTP bf talked more abt the initial question.

During that time, we went to a friend’s wedding, which made me sulk later. My bf soothed me, (as I think he felt guilty), he asked me why I find marriage personally important. I told him that a status ensures lifelong commitment & gives me inner peace because I want a sign to feel secure. I thought he would dismiss me like he would when he was younger, but he didn’t. He kissed & apologized, saying he never thought of marriage this way before so he suggested a few days to collect ideas, then would give me his solid opinion.

He proposed having children with me If I wanted to (I’m happy he asked me this bc actually he doesn’t really enjoy children despite being good with them). After a day he had his (not solid yet) opinions & asked me to ask you whether his thoughts also stemmed from a troublesome perspective (because I told him I asked someone with knowledge on marriages). The points are:

- Marriage provides rigidity in status & makes a situation static imagery. By standing in one place for a long time relationships aren’t able to get better & achieve more obstacles together in life. People need to change so that they can become better & being held back by a paper makes people problematic beings.

- Marriage sure is a provision for stability but on the flip side aversion to the new. If each person in a relationship isn’t ready to adapt, adjust & change the relationship is doomed to perish. Life is impermanent itself so why fear the forever changing, which is the people?

Questions he asked:

He mentioned he struggles at finding meaning in things that are purpose-implied (Ni inferior?). He asked how marriage that wouldn't imply the potential of a change of status that makes relationships gradually dull & worse. He asked whether marriage stops both people from flourishing in life. This was partly a trigger of his parents’ divorce as I knew from him that they “got bored” of each other when he was at high school.

Furthermore, he has a tendency to either never look for implications or read between the lines in a very useless manner until he gets paranoid about it (so I often stop him whenever he slips into that side). He asked what will change If he marries, is there any new expectations he should gradually learn to change.

That’s all he asked for now. Now that I know (not sure If I knew it all bc I haven’t asked him more yet bc we’re both not clear enough on what’s really our resolute opinions that have considered every serious reflective question) parts of his mind, we’re trying to both think about this for both our sake. Hope I can hear from you soon, I’ll write back when I’ve packaged all my answers to your reflection questions. Sincerely yours.

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Since you didn't number your messages, I'm not sure whether I've included them all or in the right order. The previous questions for reflection were purely for your personal clarification. There is no need to send me a response to them.

With regard to personality type, ISTJs and ESTPs are called complementary opposites. Since the order of their cognitive processes are the same, they tend to exhibit similar-looking problems in type development, though coming from opposite directions.

Due to inferior Ne, narrow-mindedness is one core flaw of the ISTJ personality. And if auxiliary Te remains poorly developed, they are unable to accept and work with the facts of the real world, especially new facts. If a particular ISTJ is also prone to Fi loop, they will (stubbornly) remain stuck in one narrow perspective, despite there being much better perspectives available.

Due to inferior Ni, oversimplistic thinking is one core flaw of the ESTP personality. And if auxiliary Ti remains poorly developed, they are unable to detect logical fallacies in their own thinking. If a particular ESTP is also prone to Fe loop, they will attempt to manipulate or force agreement from others in an effort to avoid confronting the flaws in their own belief system.

When you bring the flaws of both personality types together, it's easy to get stuck, because one person can't see more than one perspective and the other only sees the most superficial perspective.

For example, his parents have affected his views on marriage, thus, his sample size is 1? Can you draw a scientifically sound and valid conclusion about marriage from only one example? Also, does he believe he has no control at all over himself? Is it reasonable for him to believe that he will follow exactly the same path as his parents, like you are both programmed robots? These kinds of problematic reasoning patterns indicate a lack of Ti development.

As a couple, if these type development issues are an obstacle and even causing you to clash, then you ought to develop better use of your functions, refer to the Type Development Guide.

The only thing I have left to say about your situation is that the both of you seem to be falling victim to illogical thinking, specifically, the false dilemma fallacy. The false dilemma fallacy means that people, intentionally or unintentionally, grossly oversimplify a situation into only two options, usually two opposing options.

In psychology, logical fallacies create cognitive distortions in your reasoning process. Your perception becomes less accurate and your judgment more flawed, which leads you to make poor decisions and then feel bad about yourself or your circumstances.

The false dilemma fallacy creates a false dichotomy in your mind that easily traps you in unhealthy and extreme thinking patterns such as black-and-white, all-or-nothing, and either/or thinking. "Stability vs change" is a common example of a false dichotomy. (Have you ever heard of "increments", which is a method of learning and changing that also maintains stability?)

The false dilemma fallacy commits two serious errors in logic:

It assumes that the two options presented are exhaustive or complete, meaning there are no other viable possibilities, nothing in between, or no gray areas to consider. This is a common rhetorical trick speakers use to pressure the listener into submission. By purposely leaving out other alternatives, the speaker tries to force the listener into choosing between two extreme positions that do not properly represent the reality of the situation and/or the listener's actual position.

It assumes that the two options presented are mutually exclusive, meaning they shouldn't/can't exist at the same time. Often, the speaker presents their own position as true/acceptable/desirable in such a way as to automatically render the opposite position as false/unacceptable/undesirable, so the listener receives a biased perspective or an unfair comparison. By purposely leaving out the cons of the speaker's own position and the pros of the opposite position, the listener is misled into siding with the speaker.

In order to escape a false dilemma, you must make a conscious effort to counter the above errors in logic:

Recognize that there are more than two options available and take time to discover what they are. Recognize that the two options might merely represent two extreme ends of a spectrum, so consider what lies in between the two poles. Recognize that the reality of the situation is far more complex than presented and take time to consider gray areas and exceptions to the rule.

Recognize that the reality of the situation isn't black-and-white, all-or-nothing, or either/or, so take time to examine how the two positions could potentially overlap, coexist, complement each other, or synthesize into a greater and truer whole.

Why is it that some couples get married and yet still change and grow better together? Why is it that some unmarried couples remain steadfastly together until death? Obviously, stability and change are not mutually exclusive. Stability (e.g. commitment) is needed to combat the deleterious effects of constant flux (e.g. lack of meaning) AND change (e.g. novelty) is needed to combat the deleterious effects of stability (e.g. stagnation). The answer isn't to force a choice between two opposites but rather to figure out their proper relationship to each other.

The real world is not either/or. The real world has many different kinds of couples with many different kinds of arrangements. Whether or not marriage will change anything or change the expectations is not for me to tell you, rather, it is up to the both of you to bring everything out into the open and negotiate the changes and expectations together. But until you can get past the false dichotomy, it will be difficult for the two of you to find middle ground.