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fullmtal · 2 years

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one day i’m going to just write a full analysis (note a lot i want to i have a full notebook of notes hoo hoo) and hate it on edward’s hubris vs shou tucker hitting him right where it shakes him to the core . you did it because you believed you could! look at your body! look at your brother! isn’t that ‘messing with people’s lives?! we’re the same.’

how edward is fundamentally not the same but the outcome sure as hell is even if he’s nothing like that freak, his actions came from grief, desperation, and he was a child overwhelmed by grief. in the manga you seem him wailing at trisha’s funeral. but they sure are foils in why they did what they did. that is undeniable., but ultimately to me, the ringleader for his little brother into a situation that i honestly think ed feels is no different than a living death because note how alphonse literally says and is wary and unsure from the start: isn’t human transmutation forbidden?

but yeah a living death alphonse endures. without even BLAMING ed although he does rightfully and realistically snap at him post labaratory five. he’s on borrowed time. especially when the blood rune is temporary. for him it’s like he damned his mother, he damned his little brother. and he just shoulders that alone, and refuses to really let alphonse know the extent of his own trauma the entire series, part because he’s the big brother, part because he will always feel it is /his/ fault for strongarming the entire calamity that stole their bodies.

also i want to write about edward’s transition via growth from icarus to the sun. i like how nina is a constant nightmare for edward and alphonse the entire series as well, she isn’t just an afterthought. she’s real, they loved her like a baby sister, and she died. also an analysis on the pocketwatch why edward literally just doesn’t tell alphonse initially about it at all, it’s a token of /shame and guilt/.

arrogance vs self-loathing. i find it interesting people associate ed with sloth when it’s always, always been pride. arrogance that is both a veneer to hide his overwhelming guilt, burden and self-hatred and also just part of his personality. not as a genius, or an alchemist. but himself.

that’s why he’s constantly racing against the clock. that’s why even as a personality trait, its amplified to dangerous levels how willing he is to die and give up his life for his brother , and also in contrast be so stubborn to live.

i have a lot more but hoo. ed may act like a gremlin but i think this is both a front for the times when he shows how he really is...far older than anyone should be as a fifteen year old most of the series and --- how he really is, for his immense failure and sin against his brother, his broken promise to his teacher, a flawed, but incredible big brother who refuses to acknowledge the overwhelmingly good traits of selflessness and drive and kindness because that means he’s somehow ‘forgiving himself’.

he does so much behind al’s back and is it right? no. but is he trying to spare him , and while it is borderline coddling , he also is just fully aware every second he eats, drinks, sleeps, that alphonse can’t. isn’t he suffering enough? if he can spare him any burden or pain despite alphonse wisely calling ed out? edward will. he’s a big brother, even if his height says otherwise.

and it’s ed’s fault. no one can convince him otherwise. i really think and believe fully that ed finally after bottling his pain / grief / anger / guilt / burdens are something he starts to try ‘healing’ with his found family and friends post promised day. it’s not pretty. i think a lot of people think ed is an asshole and that’s valid but the series is constantly reinforcing edward’s kindness and benevolence.

he just doesn’t want to acknowledge it because he ‘lost that right’. who should be able to think he’s a good person / heroic when he practically killed his little brother and slandered his mother’s remains?

not him. he’ll shoulder it alone. until alphonse gets sick of it. and he DOES.

but yeah bastard tucker vs edward and their differing reasons...but end result was the same no matter how borderline innocent / desperate edward’s intentions were.

this is a big brother. this is a big brother refusing alphonse without his permission to say without saying it you have suffered enough because of me. and how you don’t hate me i’ll never understand. so let me be the big brother and shoulder the majority. despite being a team.

i could go into if that’s just his way of trying to atone in futility or just -- again, edward tries so hard to spare alphonse. he tries so hard and continues to sacrifice for him. it’s why when alphonse does reverse uno on the promised day that edward literally is almost in shock that it’s the other way around. edward and alphonse are equally not okay that’s blatant and it’s disturbing because they’re physically so young but mentally....it’s a split imho.

but as the protagonist, we see it primarily through edward’s eyes. a genius / person with insane effort to prevail both hate and have confidence in himself and his talent.

and if push comes to shove alphonse’s restoration comes first / if it boiled down to only one choice. after all what’s so bad about an arm and a leg compared to him. it’s notable edward rarely mentions his own restoration in most media, it’s alphonse who reminds him ‘and we have to restore you too brother’. and how edward rarely replies.

#basically ed has both arrogance and an evolving note: it changes icarus complex combiend with unbearable self loathing and guilt #no surprise there #while his selflessness is entirely of good will and his /nature/ there's just so much to unpack.#im manga journeying / brotherhood watching but #god #the pic says it all.#even alphonse offering to join him in military dog hell -- ed shoots him down with an easy going smile.#that is not happy.#but as reassuring as possible.#of course every character in the series has selfish ambition.#but ed's recurring trait is oddly enough compassion and a love (eventually as rush valley REALLY hammers) for humanity #that overpowers his compulsive belief alchemy can and /cannot/ solve everything.#learning that it can't his /crucial/ to his character.#it's almost like a damn crutch.#𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐀 * ── the anatomy of a heart of steel.#from icarus to the sun #is a meta i really want to write.#he is both.#if ed acknowledges he's unhealthily selfless and /good/ it's like for him somehow admitting what he did was okay.#that it's okay to forgive himself.#that it's okay to /heal/.#that it's okay to not punish himself.#and he can't.#not anytime soon.

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calamitousrpg · 3 years

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THE WINDS ARE CHANGING,

There’s never a quiet day in the state of Calamity.

And if there is.

It’s the quiet before the storm.

THERE’S WAR ON THE HORIZON.

The mortals have suffered catastrophic loss already, Bram Mackie; a formerly prestigious hunter has fallen in with the wolves in order to strengthen himself and increase his chance of protecting his family. His friend Michael “Mike” Fothergill is offering his house for refuge whilst the newly turned wolf adjusts to his new self. This information is only known to those closest to him, and those who have been told via word of mouth from said people.Sabrina Mackie, Lucky Jones Adams and the rest of the Mackie clan seem supportive of his choice, though Cardelle Mackie would express the opposite. Begs the question, is the sacrifice worth it in the long run?

The former Commander Damien Alanis is another tragic loss for the Hideout ranks; attacked by rogue vampires, and only discovered in his last moments by his lover Malcolm “Mal” Davenport who acted against Damien’s will be transformed into one of the very creatures he used to hunt.

The news broke out in waves, and chances of alliances across the westside remain to look slim. Malcolm and Damien have both been contained in the basement of Kazimir Mikhailov’s manor for their own protection, and the protection of others. It had been adjustment after adjustment. Jessie Davenport, Axel Reyes and Kazimir have been between diplomatic meetings in order to damage control and repair the human and vampire relations.

Malcolm will be punished severely for the murder of one of his own via Jessie, Demitri & Jakoris “Jack” Davenport’s will.

Axel Reyes, former Second in Command in the Hideout, has stepped up to Commander role and is heading the human relations, tightening security and doing everything he can in order to protect his people where it appears his predecessor failed. There has been a private meeting between the Commander and the Overlord after the rather large indiscretion; to prevent a Westside war that would be more blood than anything else.

The former Second also took it upon himself to hunt down the former Commander, as the two of them had a long lived agreement that they’d not let one another turn into another species. With this in mind, Axel managed to convince Damien to meet him in neutral territory. He brought Lucky with him, wanting to make sure that the deed would be done, whether Axel finished the job or her. Unfortunately for the two of them, Kazimir found them and stopped it before either of them could do damage to one another.

They have come to a shaky agreement that Axel will donate blood to Damien for training purposes, in exchange for the vampires providing supplies that would be too difficult to acquire safely on their own, or risky. However, a miscommunication between the two leaders may mean that it doesn’t hold for all that long, because the Commander wants a guarantee that the humans in his ranks would not be touched, which the Overlord seems to agree to at first, despite the orders given. For an entire hierarchy of vampires to go against their nature, it seems like a dream that would only go on so long...

Outside of the Darklands ranks, Claude Jones has become a vampire once more, Scarlett Jane Grey her maker in a reversal of roles. Due to her lack of memory, she cannot remember much of her first maker Fox Crathorne. This transformation has left little reflection of Claudette and she is using her practice to lure unsuspecting humans and fae in for counselling and entertain her newly unhinged mannerisms. SJ has been at the reigns of handling the reprimands for Lydia Cragore and her misdeeds that pitted her as disloyal to the vampires. This led her to also become aware of Daniel Wright’s involvement in regards to trying to help Lydia with an escape, or at least attempting to encourage her to try and leave. Meanwhile, not long after this - and with incredibly poor timing as a diplomatic member - Scarlett has left Calamity on a temporary hiatus from the state. Few know of this (Claude and Jessie), and her absence is noticed but unquestioned when those might pester Jessie Davenport for answers about her Bite Club’s second lady.

Demitri Davenport remains to be unlike himself after his own punishment a couple months ago after he acted off orders and tortured Malcolm. He is attempting to be better in his role and stay out of the firing line of Jessie Davenport because of it. Unknown to him, Jessie is considering him among the names she might suggest to Kazimir about filling their Consul position - believing that with the diplomatic relations as they are, the more voices offering a partial democracy would benefit them all. The vizier also managed to recruit Rosalie Winters into accumulating blood for Kazimir. But will she follow through? There are whispers of Rosalie and Fox Crathorne co-hosting a dinner party.

Giselle Stoneheart has also been in contact with the Diplomat in order to discuss terms of a potential alliance, as has Josiah Maxwell as representing the Mer Kingdom, so the vampire has been attempting to fortify relations across the entire state in order to secure the continued survival of her race. Giselle, before this has been keeping a relatively low profile with the absence of an acting High Court among the fae, and has been acting on her own ideals for the benefit of her people.

And in a hit to the vampires themselves, Teddy Byrne has taken a silveriron bullet to the shoulder by a rogue mortal and has been spending some time recovering. His old flame, and former pet (perhaps?) Matias “Matty” Desoto has been helping aid in his healing process, and both men trea thin water, considering Matty’s position at the Overlord’s side as a private feeder and companion. A secondary concern, one thinks to the diplomatic mess that Kaz has been busy with - slipped beneath his nose for a smidge longer than it usually would, maybe? Matty has also been pursuing Kaz to turn him into a vampire, but has been grossly denied until he has levelled his own personal deep seated issues, in order to make the transition easier. His brother Ace Remington, continues to antagonise him - and he persists to try and help the psychopath.

Under Axel’s new leadership, Cardelle Mackie approached him about the potential to be Second, pending a trial period that would be to prove himself as a leader. Daniel Wright has been tasked with hunting additional medical supplies for Sabrina Mackie, Aiden Kinsey, Ellie May and Diego Garcia to potentially use to develop and synthesis new medicine. Sabrina has been also developing her own skills in research development, including such things as vampire repellant, haemotology in order to further the knowlegde they have on how it works (species), hybridising plants and a multitude of salves that would be for the betterment of her people; friends and family. Her other half, Lorelai Mackie still remains to be missing, and her family are refusing to give up any hope.

Unbeknowst to them, Lorelai Mackie is under the name Mackenzie and has been abducted to be a feeder between the two rivalling clubs on the Westside, BC and Voci. There has been the briefest of revelations in her search when Bram Mackie nearly slaughtered Jakoris “Jack” Davenport in the SRS where there was an information exchange that somehow, salvaged the vampire’s life but offered an in for the Mackie about the woman he was searching for. Jack now suspects a connection based on the two somwhat tense interactions they have shared, whilst Bram has a likely lead about Lorelai’s whereabouts.

Along with Daniel’s orders to bring supplies into the Hideout, he’s also secretly helping the far, Cordelia Darkwood with a baby; picking up small trinkets and baby things that he delivers to her in private. He plans to inform the Hideout of this little secret in due time; when tensions have lessened. Daniel broke Gabriel Fothergill’s nose, brushed his scent onto him and may have put himself in danger by crossing paths with Michael “Mike” Fothergill, who is experiencing the backend of Liliana Solar’s punishment of being trapped in a silveriron cage that left him even madder than usual. Gabe has made it his life’s mission to press Mike’s buttons and the mad wolf sports the burns for all to see his injuries. And despite common knowledge of being enemies, he is tangled in leige with the Vociferous Owner, Oberyn Cortez and there’s something more than just unlikely flings between them. Though, it isn’t public.

The very same vampire has been manipulating Aiden Kinsey and fabricating the mortal’s memories with compulsion. With the help of Avery Arden, a troublesome fae, they have gradually been uncovering the vampire’s handiwork to the discovery of Oberyn using Aiden as a blood source for his own personal gain. He has acquired a magical necklace that allows Avery and he to communicate telepathically, and has been self-questioning a route to elongate his lifespan to spend longer with the fae; perhaps taking the same route as Bram Mackie?

On the less volatile side of the wolves, the oldest pack have been running amok on the Southside, troubled in their own ways - the usual pack warfare. Alpha of the Syndico’s Enzo Sinclair has been dealing with difficult family and lovers drama, Jaxon Reed has admitted the truth of Sinclair’s heritage and revealed that he is the Alpha’s father which has proven to be difficult for Enzo. With this, Jax has also confessed to having intimate relations with a member of a rival pack and the exchange of secrets has only made the Alpha make his Beta keep it hush. The only other person who knows of this familial truth is Izyk Vissar, the Alpha’s husband and formerly Exiled wolf. They are all trying to keep the inter-family drama outside of pack business, and Jaxon has found himself engaging with those he may want to avoid to cope with having to keep his confessions secret.

Adding to Enzo Sinclair’s family carnage, his mother is heading back into town to scorn the man’s choice in husband; express her absolute disapproval. Izyk’s dealing with that, alongside his new position within the Syndico pack, and gaining acceptance as a valued member.

Aslyn Bishop remains to be wavering with her loyalties to the wolves, and ongoing relations with Logan Crest Cree, of the vampires. Jaxon Reed has been attempting to keep her out of this trouble.

To add to the wolves despair, Max Roper remains to be cursed to wolf form, and Phoebe Gallagher has been doing her best to cope and help with this, and has been searching for magical remedies to reverse the curse. Though, she’s not the only one trying to help the wolf. Haylee Dubois seems to think she might have a cure for the spell that is plaguing Max, while Esme is also doing her best to help. With all of this help, Max may be appear human once again.

In the ocean, the Mer kingdom remains to be recovering from their stroke of constant bad luck, death after death amongst the royal family implies they would be overdue something good. Andrew and Saylor Zander as reigning monarchs oversee their people and continue to attempt to keep them safe given past events. King Andrew and Katya Tilki have both recently returned from their travels to neighbouring kingdoms in order to recruit allies to aid in the silent war that threatens the Forgotten. Andrew is angry since his father ran his twin out of town and just as motivated by that, as he is the near assassination on him at his own wedding. Queen Saylor, privately, acted on her own in retaliation to that by targeting the demons at the latest Party of the Century, and dropped numerous with her potent concoction The Exitus. Nobody knows who was responsible for the toxic drink, but Azarius and Jahi of the Dominion have opened up their own investigations, and began dropping their own suspects across the state of Calamity in a hunt for the culprit, each pointing fingers in other directions. Azarius suspects his assassination attempt with Azagi Rabaz at the royal wedding might have something to do with the targeting.

A silent war of the East remains under the radar, for now.

In the diplomacy side of the underwater kingdom, Advisor, Josiah Maxwell has been reaching out for allies, whilst balancing his own personal interests in the Queen and the contract they drew up months ago that vowed the royal circle, himself and Kondor Tarren to secrecy in regards to inter-personal relationships that may jeopradise the integrity of vows, and hierarchial traditions. Greyson Zander has expressed his upset in conversation with his sister, but they all signed themselves to silence. Love is pain, no? Kondor Tarren caught between Greyson and Andrew whilst Saylor has her head turned by her Advisor.

Saylor continues to plan for a war, has recently secured an alliance with the Syndico Pack and with her Advisor’s help, is working on allying with more. Dayanara “Daya” Lighcrest, in the background is hellbent on her pursuit for the throne, and has taken a private leave under a false guise where she was instead attempting to recruit her own people from neighbouring kingdoms to her cause, and has been planting seeds in her compatriots that antagonise the Zander’s, the potential that Azarius and Azagi may be part of her recruitment after the demon’s lazy attack on them may pose a different degree of threat. She is greatening her force, making no moves but is a reckoning force in the rear view of the Zander’s gaze.

Among the demons, post-attack on them, and an absence of any particular unit of force, few care to act on it, others, want to terrorize the state as a result. Azagi Rabiaz is caught in a triangle of carnage, Jack Davenport, Lan Darquen and Azarius all have varying interests in the demon, but never as first choice. A complicated turmoil and mixture of monsters that serve as entertainment, toxicity and terror in one package. Lan remains unaware that Azagi and Jack have been more than just passing acquaintances, and both Jack and Azagi have learned during their jibes that they share a common partner in crime; they aren’t looking forward to letting that slip to the Invidias; the demon of envy. Nor is the little secrets of Azagi taking impromptu naps in the Davenport’s bed particularly eager knowledge they want broadcasted.

Jakoris “Jack” Davenport in amongst the diplomatic trouble of the Darklands, is growing to put it on the back burner; disagrees with some decisions made and it might jeopradise his standing. Evanora Bile, his best friend and witch, admits to her magic waning (due to age) and that her lifespan is being reduced to that of a mortals - much to the vampire’s distaste and is currently in the pursuit (and somehow, pushing down rage) of some magical cure that might stop the mortal process of aging as he gradually wars with denial and truth. But his likely bloody chase for answers, might put himself in predicaments that derail all diplomacies on the Westside.

Ezekiel “Zeki” Amari has founded and opened his own bistro by the name of Polaris, and its a welcome reprieve for a lot of patrons of Calamity, Izara “Kit” Levine among one of its first customers on opening night and unaware that its founder had been one of her oldest companions from when they were both affiliated with the Hideout. This goes before Kit has crossed paths with her long time ex fiance, Axel Reyes and they balance a love, hate relationship amongst the diplomatic stress the Commander is dealing with.

The state’s local good source of all things tasty, Zane Saxena has been manufacturing his own supplies of drugs and poisons in order of the growing demand. War? Brings about something with a little more potency, Pixie still a big first choice for most of the users, Ace Remington and Harley Xhanthi among his best customers, if not best friends - if it would be called such a thing. He is taking orders directly through Havelowe’s in the black market. The same Harley that has transformed species more than once, first a fallen, later a mortal via the powerful concoction at the Winter Ball, before Luella Edwards turned him into her protege and has been training him through fledgling hood. Her maker, Elias Reyes is still as insane as ever.

Northside, the witches are as divided as ever, Esmeray Black alongside Esme Darcy are both heading the sorcerers and Black, newly given the position is still learning of the secrets that are bestowed upon the Arch Conduits. There is plans to potentially steal a child to fulfill missing gaps in her soul and assist Rhysand Darkwood in murdering Andrew’s father. Freyja Carter, without knowledge of witchcraft or the magic in her blood, is on the cusp of connecting with Luca Whitmore to help her realise what she is, but reluctantly. Aurora Lightwood, a ticking time bomb if there ever was one, the Tamperer with more power than any moertal body could handle, is trying to get a grasp of what her past has left her with.

The High Sage keeps the Naturals in order, except her own Shaman, Haylee Dubois who appears to have wavering loyalties and rushes of impulsive behaviours, perhaps from being on such a tight leash til now? Atemu Elmasry, a poor choice in companion, dealing with his own past haunting him in the form of lost love - pitted against a complicated back and forth with the Shaman on the opposite side of the civil war of the witches, and on the brink of losing one of his oldest allies in Evanora Bile. He finds comfort in Valdana Romanov and cannot work out why he keeps finding himself in life and death, back and forths with Haylee; stops her from plummeting into dark magic and yet tolerates it. Daphne Groves is one of Haylee’s closest, and is defending all her choices, but quietly hopes she will remain on the side of light, and repel darkness. Daph is also getting a little too close to Yara Clementine, the vampire that stands as the only link left back to the witch’s mother and begins to question the High Sage’s values; instead stands to believe all species should be helped; anti-war. Still a believer, even after Azagi Rabaz presented the eyes of a loyalist in a terrifying act to coax information out of the witch?

A grand opening Southside, Coveted offers something new, founded by Adonis Romero he has found that it benefits him beyond the obvious. In some complicated thing with Teddy Byrne that seems mutually beneficial, Adonis is attempting to get the vampire addicted to his fae blood in order to manipulate the vampire to do what he wants. The trickery of the fae knows no bounds, it seems. The fae of Myre Grove seem relatively tame, Jasper Dalton’s step-brother Samuel Dalton has strode into town again to cause all kinds of trouble. Already found his long time companions in the Davenports, and Jessie has warned him off leaving messes that could caue diplomatic problems.

Jasper has however antagonised Quentin Miles’ boyfriend when in The Bloom anda fight broke out, Kane Harrison bit Jasper and the situation grew extreme - Malakiah’s arrival worsened the situation, and the flower shop became a warzone that ended only when Quentin agreed to assist in Jasper’s injuries. What was said about how love hurts? Fortunately, an isolated indiscretion between the fae, fallen and the wolf was nothing more that lovers’ spats.

Speaking of Jasper... He also seems to have caught the eye of his Manager and supposed friend, Amos De Leon. The man, usually seen surrounded by luck, seems to have a couple of people wrapped around his finger. Giselle, darling, are you having fun? It’s unknown if some of his games are for shits and giggles, or if he intends to blackmail those around him. All that luck is bound to run out at some point...

Under the noses of the rest of the fae, Avery Arden plans to help conduit the human and vampire alliance in a negative direction, possibly with the assistance of Dalton and this would be detrimental to stopping a war of the West.

Dojermaur “Dodger” Dros has been getting increasingly closer to Lennell Moore, but a Letharger’s interest in a mortal seems suspicious, no? Nira has been trying to assist in wakening the Unawakened and helping them blossom into their true potential, and Jack Riley seems to be a perfect candidate - on the road to recovery from his substance abuse, and trying to help his new Commander, and Hideout with supply runs and being support.

Alexander remains to be under the thrall of the demons in the Dominion, continues to work as a bartender at Hypnos and is irrefutably flirting with his best friend. He’s gained custody of his child within the confines of the tunnels. The same tunnels that Atemu Elmasry and Teddy Byrne almost fought in when they reuinted for the first time in a decade and spurred the hundred year old feud that runs deep between them - Fallon Knight the only reason that the two only part ways with new scars, and their lives.

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neon-sims · 4 years

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Sims 4 Solar Legacy Challenge

* This is challenge involves the use of some packs, but those goals can be ignored if you don’t have that pack. Skip to the heading titled “Generations” if you don’t like reading.*

Each planet has its own purpose, each being a divine entity with its own stories to tell. The tale of the planets left its mark on the world, and the story became known to the world as the Solar Legacy.

The tale begins with the Sun. Though not a planet, this entity is what brought life to those who followed, allowing them each to thrive. The Sun represents happiness, joy, and friendship. The Sun is emotional and acts based on feelings, which is somethings that attracts the interest of many.

To balance out the emotional Sun, Mercury was born. Mercury is logical and finds joy in piecing things together. The planet is a problem solver and gets things done in an accurate and efficient way.

Venus found itself desiring something different from the planets before as it neared adulthood. Venus came to value love, lust, and money. Venus has always been viewed in a negative light by those who tell the tale, due to what would be considered scandalous behavior in this day and age.

As the planets lives continued on, the universe around them became dim. There was no life, no vibrance, no color. Earth was created to bring life to the universe and leave a way for those after to be able to live beautifully from.

Mars came barreling into the universe full of passion and anger. The planet is one of destruction. Many think the reason as to why was due to the teenage problems Mars once confronted Earth with.

In contrast to Mars, Jupiter was born, as some might say, similar to an angel. Jupiter found itself wanting nothing but happiness for those around it, wishing to heal and help those who found themselves needing it.

While many of the planets chose to focus on bettering themselves or the universe, Uranus found itself want to learn about itself and the space that surrounds it. The planet lives its life exploring the stars and what else is out there in the universe.

Neptune lives a life of calamity and peace, expressing itself with its creations. The planet, unlike the one before, wants to lead a life dedicated to itself. It is a calm, compassionate, dreamy, and inspired planet.

The tale ends with the small and forgotten planet of Pluto. Pluto is the planet that is furthest from the Sun, leaving it cold and bitter. Overshadowed by the glory of the planets who came before it, Pluto lives in anger and despair. Representing death, destruction, and misfortune, it is described as a miserable planet to those who have come in contact with it.

Generations

1.) The Sun

Aspiration: Friend of the World

Traits: Cheerful, Clumsy, Good (these are just recommendations)

Goals: Complete aspiration, never be mean, complete the Comedian branch in the Entertainer career, max charisma and comedy skill, have 4 kids, have many relationships but never settle down

2.) Mercury

Aspiration: Renaissance Sim

Traits: Loner, Perfectionist, and Genius (these are just recommendations)

Goals: Complete aspiration, complete the Detective career (if you have Get to Work) or Secret Agent career in any path, max logic and programming skill, reach level 7 in the handiness skill, have a spouse, have one kid, get divorced

3.) Venus

Aspiration: Serial Romantic

Traits: Romantic, Jealous, Materialistic (these are just recommendations)

Goals: Complete aspiration, become an A-List Actor/Actress (Get Famous) or become a Trend Setter in the Stylist career, marry into wealth, max charisma and acting (Get Famous) skill, have a bad reputation (Get Famous), have at least one kid

4.) Earth

Aspiration: Freelance Botanist (recommended) or The Curator

Traits: Loves the Outdoors, Vegetarian (City Living) (these are just recommendations)

Goals: Complete aspiration, make money off of your garden, evolve 2 different plant types to max quality, you can only get a job as a teenager, max gardening and fishing skill, reach level 7 of the flower arranging skill (Seasons), only adopt children (if you want to keep the looks of your family, it is okay to cheat here and just create a toddler in CAS), never be in a romantic relationship, grow a cowplant

5.) Mars

Aspiration: Public Enemy

Traits: Hot-Headed, Mean, Evil (these are just recommendations)

Goals: Complete aspiration, become a Criminal Mastermind (Criminal Career), fight with Earth as a teenager, have an awful relationship with Earth, kill someone with a cowplant, have a baby with a one night stand, max mischief skill, have 5 enemies

6.) Jupiter

Aspiration: Big Happy Family (recommendation), Super Parent (Parenthood, recommendation), or choose your own

Traits: Good, Goofball, and Clumsy (these are just recommendations)

Goals: Get married to your high school sweet heart, complete the Doctor career (Get to Work) or complete the Charity Organizer branch in the Politician career (City Living), if you don’t have those packs become a Journalist in the Writer career, have at least 2 kids and become good friends with them, max parenting skill, reach level 4 of baking skill (Get to Work)

7.) Uranus

Aspiration: Academic (Discover University, recommendation) or choose your own

Traits: Geek, Slob, and Loner (these are just recommendations)

Goals: Complete the Space Ranger Branch in the Astronaut career, have at least one kid, marry only as an elder, build a rocket ship, max handiness skill, reach level 7 of the video gaming skill, travel to the World of Sixam (Get to Work)

8.) Neptune

Aspiration: Painter Extraordinaire

Traits: Creative, Art Lover, Self-Assured (these are just recommendations)

Goals: Complete aspiration, complete the Master of the Real Branch in the Painter Career or become a Digital Artist in the Freelancer Career, max either guitar, violin, or piano skill or reach level 7 in all 3, max wellness skill (spa day), have at least one child, never put a title on a romantic relationship

Optional: If you have Get to Work, open up a retail store to sell your art work, but never restock your inventory.

9.) Pluto

Aspiration: Bestselling Author

Traits: Gloomy, Loner, Erratic (these are just recommendations)

Goals: Complete aspiration, have a graveyard of your ancestors, if given the chance: befriend Death, max writing and pipe organ (Vampires) skill, only ever communicate with ghosts or family members, never have a child, never be in a romantic relationship, never be more than acquaintances with the living

Optional: If you have the Vampires game pack, become a vampire.

Rules

This challenge has no rules! Feel free to change up the story as you please and make it your own. Cheating is allowed, although I recommend not doing so unless for money. Building is fun, but expensive, so I get it. (I’ll probably cheat in money too.)

Other Contributors

A special thanks to @cutiesimss for helping me out with some things!

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feistypaants-archived · 4 years

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I Saw Mommy Kissin’ Santa Claus [Chapter 9]

Rating: T Words: 1596 Pairing: Kristanna Summary: Can Santa grant Christmas Wishes? Is Santa living among us? Is it the weird guy on the hill with lots of reindeer? Single mother Anna is about to learn all about the Magic of Santa Claus with the help of her son, Eli.

[Chapter Index]

Where To Read: [AO3] | [FFN]

Notes: she’s long! It’s fine. :^) this chapter just kept going but it felt right so i’m not mad about it. They’re horny on main don’t judge.

Enjoy!

After a short venture to the grocery store, Kristoff picking up a few more supplies to make sure Anna’s hand healed properly, and a very sweet elderly couple telling them just how darling they were together, they were both rather relieved to be getting back to her apartment. Plus, Eli hadn’t stopped singing any song he could about Santa Claus and Kristoff felt himself getting more and more embarrassed. From what the kid had said, he wasn’t planning on telling anyone that he thought Kristoff was Santa, but he was still worried that Anna would think something was just a little bit off.

But she had just laughed and sang along, Kristoff feeling his cheeks growing hot when she had started singing the lyrics to Santa Baby, nuzzling Eli’s nose against her own as she tried her best to make the words sound much more innocent than they were.

As embarrassed as he was, Kristoff couldn’t help but watch with soft eyes. There was something special about their relationship, and he… was surprised at how much more he wanted to know about them.

Things flowed naturally between them and neither thought to question it. They got back to her apartment, and started to cook. There were slim pickings at the store, but Kristoff had managed to scrounge up enough for a cheesy baked pasta, and Anna agreed that nothing sounded more delightful than hot cheese and carbs today. He tried to bite back a smile but couldn’t hold it in when she bumped her hip against his, skirt shifting on her thighs, and started walking towards the register.

And maybe a small part of him was curious what would happen if her loose sweater shifted off her shoulders, or up her stomach… or her denim skirt rode up just a little higher or… or…

He found himself staring after her.

In fact, as she unlocked the door, walked into the apartment, gave Eli a pat on his butt, and walked back to the kitchen, Kristoff was dumbfounded by how charmed he was with her.

Anna wasn’t doing much better.

She had always admired him. The breadth of his shoulders, the width of his arms, the warm, honey brown of his eyes… even how his hair settled in a gentle wave right over his ear. But everyone had said he was rude and brash and not worth the effort… So she tried her best to avoid him when he came into the diner. Besides, Bulda usually waited on him anyway.

But it was turning out that he wasn’t anything like she had thought… There was no bitterness, no anger… She watched as he hoisted Eli upside down and made him giggle uncontrollably, and felt her heart leap into her throat. Kristoff smiled wide, let Eli back down on the ground, and moved back towards the stove. “Pots and pans?”

Anna snapped out of her dreamy state and trotted forward, using the bottoms of her tights to slide across the wood floor. It was something she did almost every day, but when his arms reached out to catch her mid slide, Anna flushed and stopped herself before she wound up in his embrace. There was fleeting disappointment on both of their faces, but Anna reached forward to swing open the door of a large cabinet.

“Everything we need is here…”

The time flew by as they cooked, practically dancing around one another in a synchronized fashion. Anna ducked under his arms to put a tray in the oven, Kristoff flipping a spoon from one hand to the other as he curved around her. They both expertly avoided Eli running between their legs, laughing and high-fiving every time they avoided calamity in the shape of a seven year old boy.

And after they were finished, Anna pulled out her few matching dishes, set the table, and called Eli over to wash up.

“Wine?” she asked, pulling out both a bottle of Chardonnay and Pinot Noir. “I don’t have a huge selection but…”

Kristoff held up a hand, shaking his head. “Ah, I’m okay. Go ahead if you’d like, though.”

Scrunching her nose up, Anna decided she didn’t want to drink alone anyway and tucked them both back into the fridge. She didn’t notice the subtle relief that passed over Kristoff’s face as he let out a deep breath and moved to grab some tap water. Eli hopped down from his step stool and eagerly sat in his chair, waiting impatiently for Kristoff and Anna to sit down beside him. “Mama, Mister B, come on!”

Anna turned with a more serious look on her face, fully intending to remind him of patience and manners, but she couldn’t stop the smile that spread across her face at his eager face and hands gripping the silverware as he resisted eating the food that was sat out in front of him. “All right, all right.”

Kristoff sat across from Anna, and couldn’t take his eyes off of her as she leaned over to give Eli the okay to start eating. She turned her gaze up to him and he watched with an increasingly goofy smile as a red flush crossed her cheeks. “So…” she hummed, tucking her long hair back behind her ear. “Thank you for being so understanding today.”

“Of course,” he nodded, turning his embarrassed face down to his plate before taking a large bite. He looked around the room, swallowing hard and pretending he didn’t almost choke on the pasta. “I get… rough days.”

Anna looked down at Eli to ensure he wasn’t paying attention before continuing. “Yeah…” She shook out her nerves before letting out a breathy chuckle. “I mean… you’re nothing like people around here say.”

Kristoff’s hand froze midair, and his face turned slowly back up to hers. “... No, I’m not.”

“Oh, no, no!” Anna dropped her fork and shook her hands in denial. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…”

“It’s fine.”

“It’s…”

They both went silent before taking a few bites and chewing slowly.

Anna tried again, coughing. “So I have some pies from Bulda’s…”

Kristoff laughed, nodding. “You mentioned.”

“Do you like that diner?”

Kristoff shrugged, nodding. “I mean it’s my ma’s… so she’d probably kill me if I didn’t.”

“Oh my god.”

“Yeah…”

Silence washed over the table again, and Eli finally looked up at the both of them. He could feel something wasn’t right, and he was all finished eating, so he sat up straight and looked right at his mother. “Mama?”

Anna jumped and turned to him, propping her chin into her hand. “Yes, baby?

He clasped his hands together on top of the table, doing his best to look businesslike. “Can I go play a game?”

She sighed with relief, nodding and excusing him after requesting he put his dirty dishes in the sink. As soon as he was in the other room, Anna turned her gaze back to Kristoff. “I’m sorry, again, about tonight.”

“Stop apologizing, Anna.” His words may have been stern, but his expression was soft. “It’s really, really fine.”

Nodding, Anna smiled up at him. “Thank you…”

He bit at the inside of his lip and then placed his hands flat on the table. “So, pie?”

“Pie!”

—-

After eating, cleaning up, and Kristoff showing Anna how to install the chains onto her tires, he was getting ready to head back home. Anna excused herself for a moment, putting some of the leftovers into a Tupperware for him to take home, and Kristoff jumped slightly when Eli approached him from behind.

“Mister B?”

Kristoff placed a hand over his heart to help calm his nerves and knelt down to get on the same level as Eli. “What’s up, kiddo?”

“Are you trying to be in disguise?”

He blinked, arching one eyebrow. “Disguise?”

“Well,” Eli started, shrugging nervously. “You shaved your beard…” He frowned when Kristoff laughed, and crossed his arms. “I still know who you are.”

“All right.”

They looked at one another for a moment, listening for Anna finishing up in the kitchen.

“So…” Eli leaned in closer to Kristoff, trying to whisper but failing miserably. “Are you working on my wish?”

Anna came running into the hallway, a large container of pasta held out in front of her. “Okay!” She watched as Eli jumped away from Kristoff, and Kristoff used a hand on his knee to stand back up. She squinted her eyes with suspicion and smiled. “Are you boys conspiring against me?”

They both laughed, and Kristoff took a step closer to Anna. “Of course. Just trying to figure out how to get you to bring me more pie.”

Eli giggled, and Kristoff gave him a small wink.

Their hands brushed as he took the tupperware from her hands. “Thanks.”

Anna nodded, a blush rising high on her cheeks and bit her lower lip. “You’re welcome…”

She moved quickly, trying impossibly hard not to mess up, and placed a soft kiss against his stubbly cheek. Their eyes met as she dropped down to flat feet and she moved to push her hair back over one shoulder.

“... You shaved.”

Kristoff’s smile twisted to one side as if he was trying to hold it back. “You just noticed?”

She shrugged, and tangled her fingers together in front of her hips. “I liked the beard.”

Kristoff laughed, and stepped backwards, tripping over one of Eli’s discarded shoes before righting himself again. “Yeah…” After rubbing at the back of his head, he reached for the door. “Well… See ya.”

Anna blinked a couple times before nodding.

“See ya.”

#kristanna #kristanna fanfic #kristanna fic #ismkscfic #feistypantswrites #frozen #frozen fic

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kujo1597 · 3 years

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Oh my god. This took a bit. What did I even post about in my last update?

Ah right, all the grinding I did before progressing the plot.

To Junglan Woods! Remember how I pointed out that Quaverpole statue? No? That’s okay, it’s been quite a while.

Look at this big guy!

Nope! But there’s a frog who loves how I play the Whirl Whistle.

Okay, so this is the guy who left that message on the bulletin board. He wants to judge how good I am at rhythm and music and much like Melog...

He does it through battle.

If I remember correctly, my first attempt at this battle went poorly because I didn’t know Conductor’s type. Or maybe I did and forgot what’s good against Magic.

But whatever, it was a pretty fun fight! Also, love this design! The music note for the head is just excellent.

Yes I have! I saw a lot of soulless people encased in ice because they went searching for Phangon; including one who looks just like me.

So I didn’t screenshot everything because it’s a lot. Conductor talks about how Phangon is real, and all the current legends about it are false. The lost legend talks about how there was a great calamity and humans asked Phangon for help with it, and it saved them before going into a deep slumber.

Remember that area I found? Yeah, that’s where Phangon is. Conductor wants me to awaken Phangon by defeating the three elemental dragons.

And to do this he gave me the Ancient Flute. And if you look back a few posts you’ll see that a creature at the end of the maze who hangs out with Memor wanted to see a special instrument.

I’m still sad “I don’t have a mouth” wasn’t the punchline.

Then Conductor gives the locations of the three dragons.

Pyroclastus, the flare dragon, lurks at the bottom of Mond Tunnel.

Poseigon, the water dragon, lurks in Glacier Cave.

Herderas, the grass dragon, lurks in the Junglan Forest.

Before moving on to meet up with the creature who wanted to see the flute I did some training because I got my type matchups mixed up again.

I’m not too upset though, I wanted to use Visear against a grass dragon, and I like Lupice a lot. Also, THE BABY! Voltagama! :D

*cough* Anyway, I went through the maze again and talked to the creature.

Yep!

And I knew I’d be getting directions through the maze so I got ready to take a very important screenshot.

Oh... I expected something more complicated.

So I got my grass dragon busters ready and moved on!

Teeheehee Voltagama is babey. <3

I played the flute and Herderas descended from the sky.

It’s boss time! These levels are lower than I expected. Which is good because my team is a little low leveled. I didn’t want all these experience points to go to waste.

Herderas started off the battle by unleashing its power which heals Grass creatures and damages everything else. Which makes things difficult.

Herderas also likes to poison your creatures, and boost its defensive stats. This fight didn’t go so well. I didn’t lose horribly or anything; we just ended up in a stalemate. I was only able to do as much damage as Herderas healed. So I reloaded my save and decided to train up a new team.

So I went back below the clocktower to level grind and I got so sick of being down there.

So I decided to collect the creatures I needed to complete the fusions I had.

While there I checked out the ice because it respawned ages ago and found this guy who sells Chocomallows.

And I also taught a bunch of disc moves to creatures so I could get the Sokit recipe. You only need 10 to get the recipe thankfully. I had only taught 13.

So with all my creatures all burned to disc I went back to do a bunch more fusing.

I won’t post all the fusions because this post already has a bunch of images. I’ll just show you Sokit.

I started training up a screamy plant thinking it was a Power creature and it’s very not...

So I decided to switch over to Brekya. During my fight against Herderas I had my battle speed set to Presto so I thought it was only boosting the Barrier stat. Which was a pretty big mistake to make.

Before making my next attempt I burned a bunch of creatures to disc to get the next recipe from Specks.

For this you need a specific creature from the fortune teller. I did not get it when I last checked. But that’s okay, I need to get two of the other material anyway. One to have in my Creaturepedia, and one to fuse away.

Here is my new team of dragon slayers.

I gave these guys a bunch of stat buffs, including Breakya’s attack that can increase the entire party’s Luck. Which is good for inflicting secondary effects and getting free e-Charges.

This attempt went a lot better.

Herderas turned into a green orb and floated away...

And after Herderas went back into its slumber a disc fell from the sky.

And I can make my own!

Quite easily in fact.

Anyway, my team was pretty battered and bruised so I used a Leapfrog to get back to town.

Yeah, things actually did go smoothly but I did still take a few hits. Because the boss fights are so telegraphed I knew when I could and could not heal, and at no point did I feel like I needed to heal my creatures. I knew how much damage they did and was confident I could take Herderas first.

After defeating Herderas I checked out the purple plant.

And that’s good!

Healthy plants are nice.

And I finished my session by telling Conductor what I did.

Next up is the flare dragon! That’s the other one I didn’t have spoiled other than Phangon itself. I have creatures that would probably do well against it already trained up so I think I’ll be fine to move on quickly.

#Kujo Plays Disc Creatures

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fellkrieger123 · 4 years

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Character Name: Charon Greystone (Title: The Undaunted)

Race: Half Wildwood Elezen, half Midlander Hyur

Nationality: Ishgardian

Gender: Male

Occupation: Blacksmith, formally served as a knight under House Hallienarte

Age: 48

Appearance details: Charon stands a bit shorter than the average Wildwood Elezen male. He has a slender build but is all lean, hard muscle from his days in the forge. He has short, black hair and one blue eye and one pale, milky blind eye that he keeps covered with an eyepatch.

Personality: Charon is a bit different from his fellow Ishgardians- A carefree man who is, frankly, a bit of a workaholic. Having really no sense of time (unless it involves a business prospect), he’s habitually late to almost every event he gets invited to. He sees the best in people and truly believes that people are inherently good. He has a tendency to pry into other people’s business and is cheerful to the point of annoyance. He’s a bit of a perfectionist- when he becomes interested in something or is involved in a project, he doesn’t stop until everything meets his high standards. He’s naturally good at almost everything he does- whether it be his craft, cooking, singing, or whatever. So, when he finds something that he isn’t good at, or can’t figure out, he grows extremely frustrated and focuses all his energy to master said craft.

The prospect of family is very important to Charon, and he’ll make any sacrifices he needs in order to help someone he deems as family. Whether they need money, or even a shoulder to cry on, one can always rely on Charon being there to help. He is also a loyal friend and comrade, and even though he has pretty much retired from knighthood, he’s been known to aid House Hallienarte when they call for his blade.

Religious beliefs/philosophy: Charon was born and raise in Ishgard and was raised under the Holy See. He worships Halone the Fury as his patron diety. He is a believer in the Twelve, but he really doesn’t practice his faith too often, preferring to keep any real worship in a more private, personal setting.

Childhood: Charon was born the bastard son of Nathaniel Beaumont, a knight of House Hallienarte. When he was born, his mother, a Midlander Hyur, abandoned him on his father’s doorstep with a note- “Do what you want with him. I want nothing to do with a bastard.” No one but Nathaniel knows who Charon’s mother is. Nathaniel originally wanted to leave Charon in an orphanage, for he was ashamed of his infidelity, but his wife, Esther, was a kind, forgiving woman. She insisted that they keep the baby- after all, the circumstances of his birth were hardly his fault. So, he was raised as an equal with his older half brother, Kylar, and his cousin, Cain.

As Charon grew older, he dreamed of becoming a Knight and serving House Hallienarte, just as his father, brother, and cousin did. Most wanted little to do with a bastard, but Kylar encouraged Charon to follow his dreams. He was naturally talented with a blade, and stood out among his peers. He officially became a knight at the tender age of 17 summers old.

Kylar left the knighthood after an incident took Cain’s sight and left Charon scarred. His brother ran off with a Gridanian woman by the name of Morgana, leaving his prized lance with Charon. Charon never saw his brother alive again.

Recent history: After years of service to House Hallienarte, Charon retired at 34 summers old and opened a forge. Blacksmithing had always been a passion for him, and he became known throughout Ishgard for his quality weapons (and occasional decoration, when it was commissioned.) When the Calamity happened, he was all but forced to stay in Ishgard to continue forging weapons to support the Dragonsong War. When the Warrior of Light came to Ishgard and ended the war, Charon ventured a bit more out into the open world for wider business prospects.

He now frequents Gridania and Limsa Lominsa, where his family lives. You can find him mostly in his Forge when he is in Ishgard.

Notable relationships:

Kylar Beaumont: Charon’s older brother by five summers, there was no person in the word that he was closest to. Kylar always encouraged Charon, and was always there for him when he needed him most. Charon loved his older brother very much, and was inconsolable for moons after he figured out about his death. Kylar actually received his nickname from Charon- Kylar not being his actual name- and no one knows why he called him this, other than Cain and the brothers.

Nathaniel and Esther Beaumont: Charon has a decent relationship with his parents, if a bit of a strained one. Esther always treated Charon kindly and fairly, and Charon loves her very much for it. He has a bit more of a distant relationship with his father, who cares for Charon but sees him as proof of his one digression. The two became a bit overbearing after Kylar’s death, babying their only remaining son and often trying to set him up with other women so he could give them heirs to the family name. Charon hates this, and it’s caused a bit of strain with their relationship as of late.

Fell Krieger: Charon’s nephew, he didn’t meet Raise until recently, but he had always known of his existence. He’s a bit more overprotective of Fell than his other siblings,since Fell is a bit smaller and weaker than the other two. Although he enjoys teasing Fell, being around him is a bit hard for Charon, since Fell are both the spitting image of their father and his deceased brother. He insists that Fell come to him for new weapons and for repairing his old ones, not trusting any other blacksmith with the fate of his nephew.

Raise Krieger: Charon gets along best with his oldest nephew, since the two are so similar in personality. Charon actually gave Raise Kylar’s lance, Ascalon. He’ll occasionally spar with Raise, and the two are pretty evenly matched as far as skill and strength. He enjoys going out to drink and having fun with his nephew.

Larka Krieger: Charon isn’t as close to his niece as he is with Fell and Raise, mostly due to Larka’s busy lifestyle. He enjoys her cooking, and the two like to talk and exchange recipes. He admires and respects Larka’s healing abilities, actually asking for lessons on how to use conjury. He’s alright at it, but not nearly at the skill level of his niece.

Adele Krieger: Charon’s great niece, he absolutely loves spoiling this child rotten. She has him wrapped around her little finger, and he knows it. He will go out of his way to buy her gifts, ranging from toys to expensive clothing. The two bond over their mutual love for Chocobos. He adores his little niece and would be more than happy to give her the world.

Strengths, talents, and points of pride:

A skilled swordsman, his skills lie in lances, daggers, swords and bows. He has a tendency to favor Daggers over anything

A Master Blacksmith

A pretty good chef

Loyal, chivalrous and brave

Weaknesses, detriments:

Easily discouraged when things don’t work out as he planned

Overly trusting

Reckless

Over idealistic

Perfectionist

Ambitions/Goals:

Nowadays, Charon simply goes with the flow. He doesn’t really have any immediate goals that he’s striving for at the moment, perfectly content with the lot he has been given in life. His parents insist that they find no shame in him inheriting the family name and estate, but he’d rather be in his Forge than run a family estate.

#Charon Greystone #FF14 #FF14 RP #Updated

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thebmatt · 3 years

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Character Development Questions: Hard Mode

Franks has no living family that he’s aware of.

Rheika has a great number of sisters and half sisters, none of them close to her age. Most are all older, a few are far younger. She has more cousins closer to her age group, but she hasn’t seen many of them in years.

Dahkar’s entire tribe was wiped out when he was a baby, and he was his parent’s only child when that happened.

Fearless has no siblings, and has never met any of her extended family

Franks was close to his mother before she died, which was long ago

Rheika is very close to her mom and visits her often. She spends much of said visits assuaging her fears and helping her care for her younger half-siblings

Dahkar was raised by his mother and was close to her until she died shortly after getting sick in the wake of the calamity. Since befriending Rheika, her mother has unofficially adopted him and he frequently accompanies her to visit.

Fearless is estranged from her mom since leaving Aerslant.

The answers for Franks and Fearless are the same as in question 2.

Rheika has never met her father. According to her mother, none of the male keepers that ever brought food to her family was her sire. He apparently simply disappeared after fathering her. She stopped giving him any thought years ago.

Dahkar has no memory of his father, only the memories and stories his mother has regaled him with. He does idolize his memory, and it inspired him to take up the lance.

Discounting the events of the MSQ for this one, as most of the events there would apply to all 4 of them.

Franks has witnessed a LOT of them from his home world, plus finding the gateway that brought him to Hydaelyn transformed him in a very literal sense. No one else really knows that he’s not native to the world.

For Rheika and Dahkar, they’ve both witnessed Wood Wailers abusing their power to themselves and their community and get away with it, which has shaped a lot of their feelings on Gridania and abusive governments in the first place.

No one specific event changed Fearless, her path to adventure was brought forth by the circumstances of her family life

Aside from the generic things they all usually carry, such as coin, documentation, and the like...

Franks usually has an assortment of tools, spar parts, or writing implements

Rheika keeps aether cartridges and extra snacks

Dahkar usually has a couple extra polishing cloths handy

Fearless keeps pretty stones she finds on their journeys

Franks usually cannot remember his dreams, the few moments he can recall are of quiet oceanscapes or beaches,

Rheika generally has sexy dreams but almost never with people she expects

Dahkar generally never recalls his dreams.

Fearless sometimes dreams of good things happening that normally bring her anxiety, such as happy times with her parents or performing for cheering crowds

All of them tend to have nightmares about Rhalgr’s Reach. Aside from that...

Franks generally has nightmares about getting killed by undead and being eaten or raised into undeath himself (or watching his late wife suffer that same fate).

Rheika’s nightmares tend to be of the Calamity destroying her home, watching her friends get killed while she is unable to help, or turning into a Lightwarden

Dahkar only occasionally has nightmares about all the discrimination he’s faced, and rarely about the monsters that killed his tribe. His “darkside” in the form of Fray usually takes form in these and helps him move away from these.

Fearless’ most prominent recurring nightmares are about her parents finding her and her friends forcing her to go home with them, claiming they don’t want her around.

Franks was a fairly poor farmer most of his life before he became an adventurer on his former world. He’s got more coin now than he ever has at any point in his previous life

Rheika and Dahkar both grew up fairly poor in communities in the Black Shroud. Both are far more wealthy than they’ve ever dreamt of now, and try to send money back to Rheika’s family when they can.

Fearless grew up extremely wealthy, but abandoned all of it when she fled home and is far happier just being “comfortable” now.

Franks generally prefers more clothing than less due to how he was raised and the fact that his body was....well, dead for many years. He’s still mentally adjusting to the fact that he’s alive again, much less that he’s kinda swole.

Rheika favors lighter clothing for better movement, and is entirely comfortable showing her body off.

Dahkar used to prefer hiding away his scales behind armor or robes, but since the events of the Azim Steppe, he’s grown more comfortable with Xaelan fashions which can sometimes show off more skin and scale.

Aside from her arms, Fearless generally prefers not showing off skin. Her Dancer costume is the opposite of this, and it takes a lot of mental effort to wear in front of others, but she’s been gaining more confidence in that arena.

10.

Franks - being killed and the immediate aftermath of waking up in control but undead

Rheika - Realizing she was losing control of the Lightwarden’s aether and that she couldn’t turn to her fellow Warriors for help

Dahkar - The day he realized his mom was dying and it couldn’t be fixed

Fearless - After leaving home and hitting the point where she absolutely could not turn back

11.

Franks is generally at his most calm when reading or dealing with botany matters.

Rheika is usually only TRULY calm when she’s trying to go to sleep.

The calmest moment of Dahkar’s life that he can recall was staring out over the Azim Steppe after having won the Naadam.

For Fearless, it’s generally any time she meditates like Musosai taught her.

12,

None of them are bothered by the sight of blood. They’ve all spent too much time fighting or healing for it to bother any of them anymore

13.

Franks is better with names, Fearless and Dahkar do better with faces, Rheika seems to be able to remember both with equal levels of clarity. She doesn't really know why

14.

Franks cares about some of his material possessions, specifically the ones that allow him to study or create things. Money is just a means to acquire more knowledge or the ability to make new things

Rheika likes collecting unusual items or pretty/cute things to keep in her room, as well as cute outfits. She’s probably the most materially-inclined of the group

Dahkar and Fearless both only care about coin as a means to keep themselves fed, healthy, and their gear in good condition. Most of the rest they’re happy to give away to people in need.

15.

Franks idealizes happiness the most. It used to be the other way around, he had found success and lost it all to factors entirely beyond his control. Now that he's had a chance to start his life over, quite literally, he's trying to focus on what makes him happy. Success has come as a byproduct of that

For Fearless, she was raised to view success as the ultimate goal, but never believed in it, and fled to Eorzea to find happiness instead.

Dahkar and Fearless, thanks to their childhood/early adulthood dealing with Gridanian discrimination, view success as being the opposite of that, which also makes them happy.

16.

Franks couldn’t even begin to remember if you asked him

Rheika’s was a stuffed couerlkitten. She lost it a long time ago and has no idea what happened to it. She still collects plushies.

Dahkar didn’t really grow up with toys, he preferred playing with whatever rocks or sticks he found outside.

Fearless was never allowed to have many toys, the ones she did were model ships that she was allowed to admire, but would play with when her parents weren’t around.

17.

All of them would say wisdom. They’ve seen what ambition unchecked can do, and don’t like it.

18.

Franks tends to take a long time to open up emotionally, and when he does, he can still be guarded on certain subjects.

Rheika tends to let first impressions stick, and is often unable to change her mind on people.

Dahkar has a temper and is prone to outbursts of anger

Fearless has low self-esteem and a hard time accepting that people legitimately have positive opinions of her.

All of these have caused friction for them with various friends, but it has yet to be the cause of destroyed relationships

19.

For Franks, its generally an age thing. Though his current body is estimated to be in the mid-late 30s, his mind is far older than that, having lived through what amounts to two lifetimes already. He sometimes has difficulty relating to the other Scions because of this, with the exception of G’raha, who has likewise experienced this.

Fearless tends to compare herself physically and mentally to others, generally in the sense of “X person is so beautiful or smart, I wish I was”. This stems from her childhood and constantly being told her best was never good enough and to try harder. Her friendship with the other WoLs has helped with this

Both Dahkar and Rheika tend to compare themselves to others in how they treat other people, especially those they have power over or are just stronger than. Dahkar especially tries to emulate the behavior of those he respects in this regard, such as Aymeric.

20.

All of them have gotten pretty good about recognizing when they are to blame for bad situations and when to blame others, thanks to a long period of working closely together and building up a rock solid foundation of trusting each other when the others call them out on misplaced blame. When they AREN’T as good, Dahkar tends to blame others first, the rest of the team is quicker to blame themselves.

#final fantasy XIV #Rheika Aliapoh #OldmanFranks #Fearless Willow #Dahkar Darkspear #character development

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tiaraofsapphires · 7 years

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my satellite (are you here tonight?)- Chapter 4

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Chapter 4: Calamity

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It was a relief to now have Jaal by her side, fully aware of everything that was going on. And it was also a relief, of course to a lesser extent, to have Lexi on their team as well.

Their time was spent in a mixed bag of on-the-sly prenatal care and trying to maintain appearances.

They, meaning Sara and Lexi, did an ultrasound, with only the two of them in the room, in the quest of arousing as little suspicion as possible.

Sara was beginning to hate the sneaking around, hated it even more when she was seeing this without Jaal with her.

As soon as the image focused, Sara vowed to bring him with her every time they saw the baby, crew’s suspicions be dammed.

It was a little pulsing lump, almost peanut-shaped. It didn’t look like anything close to human or angara or in-between the two yet

It was beautiful.

“That’s—that’s it,” Sara murmured, pointing a shaky hand at the image.

“There it is. Your little baby,” Lexi confirmed. She was smiling.

She didn’t cry then, but when she showed Jaal the pictures hours later and saw the trembling hope and undisguised awe in his face, she had to bury her face into his shoulder and compose herself.

After the initial excitement, it didn’t take a mind reader to know that Lexi was concerned about the whole human-angara hybrid situation. The scans so far looked promising as they could this early in the pregnancy, but Sara knew that Lexi had her misgivings.

They were going to wait for further development before more rigorous tests. Lexi wasn’t going to push anything that would potentially hurt the child, especially anything that required poking around at it.

This wasn’t a normal pregnancy. Sara had no illusions about that.

Hell, Sara was sure the only reason Lexi wasn’t berating her on the whole ‘you should've practiced safe sex’ thing and the ‘you shouldn’t have had sex with Jaal when he was going through a hormonal event that you didn’t understand’ thing and the ‘this entire situation dangerous both for you and your child, but mostly you’ thing was that Lexi didn’t want to accidentally alienate her patient.

And it was a good thing she kept her mouth shut. Sara already gave those things enough thought, and didn’t want them thrown in her face from a different person.

They already had their spats over SAM and his influence on her physiology. Sara didn’t want to have that conversation that would likely ultimately end in a ‘you shouldn’t go through with this.’

Sara was going to see this through, good or ill, and deal with whatever fallout may come.

It was an unspoken agreement between the two of them that Sara would still do her Pathfinder duties, like nothing had changed, though perhaps not get into firefights with everyone who looks at her funny.

Jaal didn’t like the idea, but when Sara reminded him that pregnant angara still fought against the kett until they couldn’t anymore, he kept his mouth shut.

It was for the best. If things changed suddenly, questions would be asked. So far, the cluster had been quiet enough that most problems didn’t require a Pathfinder’s hand. More and more militia were being defrosted and sent to defend the various outposts, especially after the losses sustained after the battle to take Meridian. And there were three other Pathfinders that could help.

“Tell me you will think about stepping away,” Jaal had asked.

She couldn’t give him a solid answer.

Things were smooth, relatively speaking. She could almost seriously entertain the idea.

Until she received a flurry of emails from Kadara.

Christmas Tate had been doing his best with an outpost surrounded by slowly-healing sulfur springs and every manner of criminals.

Reyes had been as welcoming as he possibly could be to an Initiative outpost after putting a bullet in Sloane Kelly. But Tate was spread thin even with the Initiative militia present and the emails that he sent Sara made it clear that he needed a Pathfinder, specifically Sara, to help.

Allegedly, the general population held some feelings of respect for her, aside from severe Initiative malcontents, any surviving Outcasts, and the Roekaar.

Plenty of people wanted her dead. What else was new?

But there was no choice but for them to dock on Kadara and there was no choice for Sara but to disembark.

Jaal was insistent he go with her, enthusiastic to a point it seemed strange to Vetra, who was scheduled to go planetside to begin with.

Everyone and their mother knew Jaal hated Kadara. There was no reason he’d volunteer to come without good reason.

“Maybe we can raise our child here,” Sara mumbled when it was just the two of them in the armory as the ship started its descent.

Jaal looked utterly insulted, ducking down to hiss in her ear.

“Our child will not live in such a place of squalor and depravity like Kadara.”

Sara grinned and lightly nudged him.

“I know. I’m kidding. We’ll find somewhere.”

Jaal huffed and kissed the top of her head before shuffling out, muttering something about ‘sulfur springs’ and ‘horrible smell’.

Sara’s smile immediately evaporated as she focused on getting her armor on.

She really shouldn’t have turned that stone. It brought about questions that they didn’t have answers to yet.

Where would they raise their child? What would they do after it was born? Neither Jaal nor Sara would put themselves in positions to orphan their child, at least to the best of their ability.

And, right now, Sara was putting herself in a position where their child could die before it even had a chance to live.

Boy, did that make her feel like the worst person ever to live ever.

Still, duty called.

Sara donned the toughest chestplate in the armory and prayed to any gods that would listen that this wouldn’t end in disaster.

Lexi didn’t need to give her a warning before Sara got off the ship.

Don’t take a bath in the sulfur ponds. Don’t get shot.

Easy.

She checked and double-checked her armor, slung two assault rifles on her back, tucked a pistol to her hip, and collected her crew.

“Let’s not pick any fights we can avoid,” she said. “We’ll help Tate, you know, iron stuff out, and leave. Hopefully no one causes us any trouble.”

Vetra tapped fist against her open hand. “If they do, they’re screwed.”

Sara nodded.

“Very. Let’s go.”

Sara strode down the ramp on the back of the Tempest with Jaal and Vetra at her back. There was a confidence she didn’t feel as she walked.

She was Pathfinder. She got in firefights on a near-daily basis for months in

Tate wasn’t there to meet them, but they were quickly approached by a human woman who introduced herself as Yesenia Lopez.

“I’m Tate’s assistant,” she said in a way of explanation. She didn’t seem to like the idea of it, of being sent to do his errands.

Sara didn’t take in personally. It wasn’t like everyone was happy with the positions they were put in after being defrosted. She nodded. “Good to meet you.”

Yesenia gestured with a hand.

“I’ll take you to Tate. He has a laundry list of things he wants you to help him with.”

Sara internally groaned. Of course, just her luck.

Over the private channel, Sara muttered, “SAM, tell me if anything looks suspicious. Like, for real suspicious.”

“I will. There are no current threats around you.”

Alright. A couple minutes into her trip and no threat. So far, so good.

Sara didn’t want to think about the very precious and vulnerable thing that was sitting inside her. Not even a month into the pregnancy and there she was.

To be fair, very few of the habitable worlds were habitable at all. She was more likely to cause damage to herself and her child on Elaaden or Voeld, both of which were still on their way to reaching temperatures close to normal.

Can’t hide from the weather, but can shoot at people who want to shoot at her.

So. There wasn’t much she could do. It’s not like she could only take missions on Aya and Eos, which now had solar radiation levels that could be easily blocked by life support or even sunscreen.

She just had to find a way to boost her life support in her suit for Elaaden and Voeld. And hope that nobody shot at her when she was on Kadara.

Fine. It was all going to be fine.

Yesenia led them through the outpost. People they passed stopped and whispered.

There were always whispers.

Respect, disdain, mistrust, admiration. She didn’t want to be a god or a despot. She signed up to the Initiative to serve.

With that came whispers and titles. Savior of Heleus. The Initiative’s errand girl.

This entire situation was totally not planned, not even close to in-line with what she thought she would face at the end of a 600-year-long nap.

“How are things at the outpost?” Sara asked in way of conversation. Only so much could be gathered from just looking at the superficial.

Yesenia jumped at the question and glanced at her. There were bags under her eyes, a weariness in her posture. But she looked nervous, on-edge. “It could be better. Definitely could be better.”

That didn’t sound good, but Sara couldn’t know for a fact that what she was hearing really was that bad.

“Anything that I can do to help?”

She nodded, mouth curling in what could be mistaken for a grimace. “Definitely. I don’t think Tate would’ve contacted you if he knew you couldn’t do anything.”

They walked and walked to stop in a tiny courtyard-space surrounded by box-like buildings. The outpost had enough resources to pretty-up the place. Native flowers grew in boxes alongside small patches of familiar-looking crops.

Sara looked around, something like irritation heating her face. Tate was nowhere to be seen. They came all this way, and Tate couldn’t be bothered to show up on time?

“Where’s Tate? As much as I love seeing the outpost, you know, I’d like to actually do the stuff I was called here to do.”

She stared at Yesenia, looking for an explanation. The other woman seemed guilty for a second.

“Ah, I already messaged him. He will be here soon.”

Huh.

Neither Vetra nor Jaal said anything. They just shifted where they stood, looking around in idle curiosity.

Really, Sara shouldn’t have felt suspicious. She could chalk it up to prenatal paranoia that something felt wrong.

Still…weird.

She was about to ask SAM if Yesenia had actually used her omni-tool to contact Tate at all while they were walking when he spoke up over the private channel.

“Sara, the turian at your 11-o-clock is a combative position. His hand is going for the weapon on his back. Also, I have Lopez scanned and her heartrate is higher than what is normal.”

Panic like a lance cut through Sara instantly.

She glanced to the left, the action unseen because of the tint in her helmet, to see the turian in raggedy armor. His hand was moving to grab the butt of his shotgun. She glanced to the right to see that sweat glistened in Yesenia’s hairline. Her eyes were cutting towards the turian, almost like she was waiting for him to make a move.

Shit. Shit.

A set-up. They were set-up.

Sara fumbled for her pistol, the quickest thing she could access.

He was going to kill her. He was going to wound her and end up killing her child. She didn’t know. She couldn’t know. Either scenario couldn’t happen.

She had to kill him first.

She aimed just as he brought his shotgun from over his shoulder, pulling the trigger.

His knee buckled a bit right as he shot at her, firing too high, sailing over their heads.

The bullet exchange happened almost simultaneously, an explosion of sound.

People were screaming, Jaal and Vetra tensing behind her, hopping into action.

Sara staggered back, one hand holding her pistol and the other bracing across her abdomen.

She didn’t take him down. It wasn’t enough.

Fear narrowed her vision, closed over her throat.

If this had happened a month earlier, she would have stepped in front of Jaal and Vetra without hesitation.

But now there was something else to focus on: her child. Her little child who had no choice in being her child, no choice in being put in this position.

Jaal made the decision for her. He had her by the scruff of the neck, a handful of her armor, and yanked her behind him, shielding her with his body.

The turian male shouted something that she couldn’t understand and aimed at Jaal.

“No!” Sara yelled, impotent, useless.

While Jaal and Sara moved back, away from the turian, Vetra moved forward.

Vetra was quick and deadly, gunshots ringing out before the male could think to aim at this new target. And he was on the ground, holes smoking in his head.

“Are we clear?” Sara shouted, at SAM, at Jaal and Vetra, at anyone who would give her a straight answer.

“Clear!”

Jaal immediately turned to her.

“Are you okay?” Jaal asked.

His hands skimmed up her sides, brushing over her stomach. Sara shook her head, trying to put a semi-normal amount of space between them.

No, no, don’t treat me differently, not here.

“We’re fine, we’re fine.”

She said that like she knew for sure that was the answer. She didn’t know. She could’ve been shot and shock would’ve made it so she didn’t feel it.

But Jaal wasn’t panicking in a way that would indicate that she was injured and she didn’t feel anything so she could be fine but she didn’t know.

Vetra stared at them with a look of both confusion and suspicion.

Sara stayed impassive on the outside, giving an air of ‘oh, my concerned boyfriend, coddling me’, a lie and a truth meshing perfectly on her face. Just enough for the turian to buy it, maybe.

On the inside, she was frantic on SAM’s private channel, more emotion than words.

SAM already had an answer before she could ask the question, like he had already checked everything possible the moment the attack ceased.

“Sara, I am not detecting any changes with the health of the fetus. Though I would suggest not getting into that kind of situation again, both for your sake and for the sake of your unborn child.”

The words echoed around in her head, like a balm. She nodded at nothing.

Right. Not going to do that again.

A glance to the right and she saw Yesenia’s retreating back. She wasn’t running, but wasn’t walking either. Trying to be as nonchalant and disappear into the crowd while the chaos swirled around the outpost.

Pure rage had Sara’s hand lifting up her pistol.

She felt it, a jolt of energy that radiated from shoulder to fingertip, as she lifted and aimed. With the lightest squeeze, a single bullet left the barrel.

Her aim was true. She didn’t feel a thing.

…

The rest of the stop, fulfilling the various menial jobs and mediating arguments, passed in a numb blur.

Tate had rained apologies for the breach in security, promising that nothing like that would ever happen again.

The turian, Alescus, was a former Outcast with a history of violence. He had paid Yesenia off, a hefty sum, to bring Sara out to the open.

Yesenia was still alive, barely, locked up in the outpost’s little prison.

Sara wished she had killed her.

There were suggestions made that they go back to the Tempest and leave. But some idiot part of her made her bark an order to stay.

She remembered Jaal and Vetra, especially Jaal, looming over her like the fiercest of bodyguards.

It was to make her feel safe. To make sure everyone else around them knew that if there was another attack, there would a hail of bullets to meet the attacker.

Without prompting, SAM knew to fiddle with her physiology, make her hands shake less, make her heart beat a little slower, even giving her prompts as to next steps.

It was a temporary thing, not even fully fixing the panic. It was still there, an ache sitting in the center of her chest. When it was time to fully feel, she would feel it and it would suck. She knew that.

SAM kept her spine straight, kept her composed, until she decided it was time to leave.

She resolved what she could and put tape and bandaids over what couldn’t be fixed in a day.

Tate was grateful for the help, that much was clear. It was some small victory to be had, though she was antsy to get to the privacy of her room on the Tempest.

SAM quietly informed her that he had been collecting names and details of all the errands she did that day and was already writing reports to be sent to the Nexus for filing away. She didn't need to ask how he’d be able to make it sound like her writing in the reports. He had his database on everything Sara Ryder and could probably masquerade as her through words for the foreseeable future.

She was in such a mood that any reports she wrote herself would probably unintelligible.

All she could think about was the light in that turian’s eyes, how he was out to kill her. He could’ve succeeded. He could’ve killed her. He could’ve killed Jaal or her child, which would have been the same as killing her. She knew her heart would've been shattered if she lost either of them.

It was a terrifying thing. The love of her life, and the product of their love for each other. Two things that she found on Heleus that she now couldn't bear to lose.

Her heart hurt in her chest. She wanted to cry and cry because she almost died and she almost lost everything.

It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair to so many people.

But she knew she was being selfish. It wasn’t just her and her family that deserved safety and security in Heleus. She was Pathfinder. She was to provide safety and security at the expense of her own. That was how it fucking worked.

Now, it wasn’t as simple.

She had a conversation that she couldn’t remember with Suvi and Kallo about getting underway and going somewhere. Probably towards the Nexus. It was a safe bet that she said something about heading to the Nexus. Or to Meridian. One of the two.

Her fingers shook when she took off her armor. She fumbled over the latches and buckles as one by one, she looked less like a warrior and more like...something else. It felt like she was exposing herself, somehow less safe in the walls of the Tempest.

SAM said her child still lived where it rested inside of her. It was some source of relief. It had to be.

Lexi demanded another check-up, even though it had been two days since she last saw Sara. That was Tomorrow Sara’s problem. Right now was Scared-Out-Of-Her-Mind Sara’s time to try to make sense of what the hell happened.

Jaal followed her out of the armory, similarly freed of his armor and his weapons in their proper places.

The door shut behind Jaal as Sara moved further into her quarters. She sat down on the bed, kept her back to Jaal.

Inhaled and exhaled, shuddering.

Sulfur still clung to the back of her throat and coated her skin. She needed a shower. She wanted to boil herself and get rid of the memory of cruel eyes and a bullet that didn’t meet its mark.

Her hands moved up to rest on her stomach.

Still alive. Not tangible yet. She wished she was further along, that there was a little lump there that she could rub and know was real.

She was going to be a mother. She wanted to experience her child, all that she could.

“You shouldn��t be going out the field anymore, Sara,” Jaal said, shattering the silence.

She immediately bristled, still not looking at him.

“I’m pregnant, Jaal. I’m not an invalid.”

There was a pause. “What happened today could have killed our child, killed you.”

Sara’s irritation turned to anger, near-incoherent.

“That is a risk I have to take!” she yelled. “Living in Heleus isn’t 100% safe even if I wasn’t Pathfinder. But I am Pathfinder.”

Her hands were shaking, hadn’t stopped even since they left Kadara’s atmosphere, when SAM let her feel the panic that was at a simmer under the surface since the first shot.

It had been a close call. If Jaal hadn’t been there, she didn’t know what could have happened.

She barreled on. “I need to keep up appearances. I can’t just hole myself on the Tempest and not do anything. I’m still Pathfinder. I still have a job to do.”

When Jaal touched the top of her head, she jumped as if poked with a sharp object. She didn’t hear him move to stand by her side.

He recoiled.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered.

Sara shook her head.

“It’s fine. I—please touch me.”

His hand immediately returned to the top of her head. She relaxed immediately, whatever could be considered ‘relaxed’ in the middle of a near-panic attack. He fingered the loose strands of hair that had come loose from her ponytail.

Her anchor. Gods, she wanted to cry.

“My dearest, I’m not asking you to give that up.”

She scoffed. Funny, how he was usually the blustery, emotional one and she was usually the one to reason him out of irrational reactions.

He continued in a murmur, “I just—I want you to be safe. And I want our child to be safe.”

She sighed and rubbed her face with her hands. This was where the difficult part came in, a kind of choice where there wasn’t really a clear right-and-wrong.

She didn’t know what to do. There was the safety of her child and there was her duty as Pathfinder. Both could exist at the same time, but it would be difficult. She couldn’t imagine going on raids anymore, killing kett and actively seeking out groups that want her dead.

One wrong move and this would all be for nothing.

But this was her job. She was the fucking human Pathfinder and her father foisted this job on her by fucking dying. She had no choice in this and she didn’t know how to let it go. She was Pathfinder. That and the paths she took in order to keep the cluster safe sunk into her DNA and was the entire reason she was pregnant in the first place.

“I don’t know who I am outside of being Pathfinder.”

She wrung her fingers together.

And that seemed to the root of the problem. Of course, she had her ‘abandonment issues.’ Her distant relationship with her parents, followed by her mother’s death, followed by her father’s death. And then there was the fear of losing anyone else because she cared too much about everyone.

And now there was this, this crippling feeling of inferiority. She couldn’t do everything, but she had to do everything. She had to help everyone, but couldn’t help everyone.

This pregnancy was going to put her on the sidelines at some point. It had to. Once she got big enough, she would have to stop going out in the field. She physically wouldn't be able to fight in the ways she was used to.

Even now, her mind was focusing on protecting her child. Her world’s axis shifted from the safety of billions of lives, to the safety of one. It snuck up on her.

“What am I when I’m not Pathfinder?”

She looked up from where she was focused on her hands when Jaal moved to kneel before her.

“You are the woman I love. You are the hero of Heleus.” He took her hands in his.

“If you can’t be Pathfinder, you still conquered the Remnant and the kett. You brought your people home.”

His hands rubbed on her thighs, massaging the tension out of them.

“My starlight.”

That drew a smile to her lips. Sometimes, the kinds of things he said would almost make her swoon like out of an old-time romance novel.

Jaal’s expression hardened. “My heart stopped the moment that cretin attacked you. I wish I could’ve killed him myself.”

She brought his hands up to her mouth and kissed his knuckles. There was little more she could do.

“I’m sorry for making you worry. I know—I know it was a mistake to go down there. But I don’t know what else to do. People look to me.”

He nodded.

“The burden of leadership. But you are not alone in this. Cora was your father’s second, was she not?”

She chewed the inside of her cheek. She couldn’t say anything.

She worked so hard to prove herself to Cora as usurper of the Pathfinder role. Giving it up to Cora made bitterness churn in her stomach.

Hearing nothing from her, Jaal squeezed her hands. “For our sakes, think about it. I just—I want to keep you safe. You and our child. I couldn’t stand to lose either of you.”

She nodded. At least they were on the same page in that aspect.

“Okay. I’ll—I’ll think about it. Maybe once we talk with Kandros we can get something sorted out with the APEX teams. With Cora, that can come later.”

Twelve more days and the entire damn cluster would know she was pregnant.

Jaal’s hands slipped under her shirt to rest on her stomach.

“Soon, our child will be in our arms. Now, it sleeps, safe. You are keeping it alive. You have the greater burden. I wish I could take some of it from you.”

He was earnest, guilty-sounding. She shrugged, cupped his face in her hands. His eyes narrowed a bit at the touch, kind of like a cat.

“It’s biology,” Sara murmured, trying to assure him that he had no reason to feel guilty. “But, you get to hold back my hair when morning sickness comes and massage my feet when they get swollen.”

She leaned down and kissed him.

“Gladly,” he said with a smile, “Anything for the mother of my child.”

#jaal ama darav #sara ryder #rydaal #jaalxryder #jaalxsara #mass effect #mass effect andromeda #me:a #my fic #my fics

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zentheknightingale · 7 years

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Scenario: What if the lights went out in the middle of the RFA Party? Featuring Nightblind!MC

Hallo Hallo! I’m the new Admin Bloo~ I’m very excited to be writing from now on! Please feel free to send us any request for headcannons, imagines, scenarios and what-ifs. No matter how small or big or whacky XD

Note: Nightblindness is caused from a deficiency in vitamin A. While normally, one’s eyes quickly adjust themselves when suddenly put in a dark situation; a nightblind person takes very long to finally adjust, even to the point where they may not be able to see at all. There you go, now y’all have learned something :3

After its long hiatus, the first RFA fundraising party was looking successful. A wide variety of guests had arrived; from wealthy business men to tribal chieftains to high-level players of LOLOL. The press had finally settled down and had taken to interviewing some of these high profile guests. All of the members of the RFA were working diligently to ensure the event’s success.

Until calamity struck. The lights went out~

Yoosung

Poor baby screamed a little when the lights go out.

And it probably happens when he is in the middle of ushering some scary powerful businessman as well

Tries to find MC, Jaehee or really anyone to find out what to do...

...Except I can 100% guarantee you that this boi is nightblind too. He can’t see anything

Sure he likes to cook and stuff, but does that mean he’ll eat his carrots? No sirreee

He is in SUCH A PANIC and SO MUCH FRENZY that he keps knocking into people.

Constantly apologizing to everything he bumps into.

When the lights come on, he is seen bowing down to a chair/table and furiously apologizing.

Zen

As an actor, he probably knows to keep his calm in any setback thrown at him.

Add to that, his monstrous healing ability...

His eyes probably adjust to the fading moonlight through the windows and people’s dim flashlights in like 3 seconds or something.

He quickly excuses himself to see what is going on, and how to fix this.

Quickly locates mistatrustfundkid Jumin Han and marches up to him.

All that money and you can’t even find a proper venue?

This man just loves arguing

Jumin

He probably has the calmest reaction to the blackout.

Quietly sips his wine, secretly enjoying that slight chaos that has ensued.

Makes a quick call to Jaehee to investigate and fix this problem ASAP.

He apologizes for the minor setback, and tells the guests that the problem is being fixed right now and can we continue discussing the cat hotel?

When Zen corners him, he simply defends himself by saying that he can not account for every possible mishap.

Must he be be blamed for anything that goes wrong? Oh yes, because Zen is never responsible for anything.

savageJumin

Jaehee

I have a feeling she religiously follows through all of her plans to a tee, and prepares for any setback....

EXCEPT this one! Because in no way had she expected such a luxurious party hall to be like this.

Whips out her phone to turn on the flashlight Jaehee so smart

She quickly apologizes and excuses herself to meet with the other members to discuss what is their next course of action.

makes a mental note to give the owners a piece of her mind

Power walks around the hall and finds Jumin and Zen arguing.

CAN WE ALL BE ADULTS AND TRY TO FIX THIS PROBLEM INSTEAD OF BICKERING LIKE CHILDREN?

As mentioned before, she can’t see anything, even after a few minutes of standing there.

Honestly, she is pissed as well. But let’s try to fix this disaster first MC so Optimistic!

She waves her arms around her as she tries to navigate herself around the halls.

Although there is a ruckus around her everywhere, she tries to follow the very loud arguing going on somewhere around the corner...

It takes her a while, but she finally bumps into Jumin, Zen and Jaehee.

Literally bumps into Jumin’s back. (Jumin: “I just collided into something soft”) (MC: “Ow! My nose!”)

GROUP DISCUSSION

Very quickly notices that 707 is not in this group and points it out

707/Luciel

Yup, you guessed it

He is behind it all

Cackles wildy as he flips the fuses

Takes a lot of selfies and probably videoes it all happening.

He’ll replay it all in slow-motion when he gets back home.

Just as he is about to take off, however, the gang (minus Yoosung) shows up in the room and flashes their flashlight at him.

Instead of being cornered properly like a good boy, he just slips away and takes off

Zen and MC run after him and try to catch him...

...More like it’s just Zen because MC ran face first into a wall (owie...)

Jumin quickly calls in an electrician and replaces the sparked fuses

When the lights come back on, Jaehee forces 707 to go up on stage and apologize publicly as punishment

Nooooo Mary Vanderwood 3rd would kill me~~~~~~

~Admin Bloo

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Ralph Nader might have saved the Democratic Party The mere mention of Ralph Nader's 2000 campaign for president is enough to send most Democrats into a state of caterwauling rage. After all, Nader's presence on the ballot in Florida almost certainly narrowly cost Democratic nominee Al Gore the state and thus the election, and inflicted on America eight endless years of George W. Bush, a self-described "compassionate conservative" who turned out to be neither particularly compassionate nor particularly conservative (nor particularly adept at running the country). Nothing can ever change Nader's role in that election, nor can he ever be absolved of his share of the responsibility for the endless series of calamities that unfolded under Bush's misrule. Nader's contention that there was no meaningful difference between Gore and Bush was sharply, almost prophetically wrong. If I had a Ralph Nader voodoo doll, I would have put a pin it every day for the last 17 years and slept like a baby. But even I must concede that it's time for a reappraisal of Ralph Nader's place in history. Nader was more than just the spoiler in 2000. He was also likely responsible for placing Democrats on a long-term trajectory of moving back to the social-democratic space the party occupied during and after the New Deal, a position that helped mid-century Democrats eliminate political threats from far-left parties. Today's Democratic Party platform is eerily and unmistakably similar to Nader's set of signature issues, and credit must be given where credit is due. 2000 was Nader's second run for president. An activist most famous for his indictment of car safety in 1965's Unsafe At Any Speed (you can also thank Nader for, among many other things, getting vouchers when your flight is overbooked ) he first sought the presidency in 1996, received less than 1 percent of the vote, and wasn't even the most successful third-party candidate on the ballot — Ross Perot got over 8 million votes. But the general languor of Bill Clinton's second term, and the sense that Vice President Al Gore was insufficiently committed to making aggressive progressive policy created a completely different environment for Nader the next time around. Nader spoke to packed rallies full of true believers, refused to take part in what he called the corrupt campaign fundraising system, and boasted a roster of celebrities like Susan Sarandon who spoke on his behalf. Sound familiar? Indeed, 16 years before Bernie Sanders staked his Democratic primary campaign on a "Medicare For All" plan, Nader pushed for a Canadian-style reform of the American health-care system. Speaking to an audience in Philadelphia outside of the Republican National Convention on July 31, 2000, just months before the election, Nader argued forcefully that "the time is long overdue for Americans to join other Western countries and get universal health-care coverage. The best way to advance health care in this country is to get these giant corporations out of health care and replace them with nonprofit institutions." Gore, meanwhile, spoke mostly about preserving Medicare and incrementally increasing the number of people with insurance. Health care wasn't the only issue Nader was ahead of his time on. During the campaign he railed against the "criminal injustice system" at a time when national Democrats were still confident that their 1994 crime bill was responsible for bringing the rate of violent crime down rather than, as we know today, exploding the prison population and adding trillions to state and federal budgets. Nader's thinking on crime and prisons has slowly become the default conventional wisdom within the Democratic Party, albeit with a more explicitly woke anti-racist appeal than Nader made, with last year's nominee, Hillary Clinton, promising systemic reform to address racist policing practices and their disproportionate impact on minority communities. Nader was also the first national figure to endorse a financial transactions tax , which will be one of the most important tools future Democrats will use to pay for their expansive plans to extend the social safety net. While Democrats remained reflexively pro-trade into the Obama administration, Nader pushed for a renegotiation of NAFTA to strengthen labor protections. He called for a significantly higher minimum wage and European-style parental leave and daycare policies. Nader ultimately scored only 2.7 percent of the vote in 2000. He was completely oblivious about issues of race, gender, and sexuality that would evolve to be so critical to the contemporary Democratic coalition, and irritatingly read every single issue through the lens of social class. Though he publicly argued that he didn't care if Bush won, he could not, ultimately, have been happy that the race was so close that his voters appeared to cast the decisive ballots in Florida and poisoned the reputation of Nader and the Greens for a decade. The party hasn't even sniffed 1.5 percent of the presidential vote since. Political scientists have long wondered why the aggregate vote share of third parties declined over the course of the 20th century. Prior to the New Deal, it was not uncommon to have a significant number of third-party legislators in Congress, mostly from left organizations like the Progressive Party and the American Labor Party. In a 2007 article , political scientists Shigeo Hirano and James Snyder argued persuasively that it was the Democrats' sudden shift to the left under FDR that deprived these parties of their signature issues and thus led legislators to switch parties, voters to change their allegiance, and organized labor to support Democrats almost exclusively. That leftward tilt, and the elimination of third-party threats, helped the Democrats thoroughly dominate national politics from 1932 to 1968. The Democrats' move to the center starting in 1984 may have helped Bill Clinton win the presidency in 1992 — although it is important to note that Ross Perot's 18.9 percent of the vote was at least as important a factor — but abandoning their New Deal-era commitment to government interventionism seems, over time, to have cost the party the allegiance of millions of disillusioned leftist voters. Rumblings of dissatisfaction with the party's orientation have been obvious since at least 2003, when Howard Dean sought the nomination and claimed he was "from the Democratic wing of the Democratic Party." Barack Obama became the first Democrat since LBJ to unify economic and social progressives but watched a Republican Congress stymie any possibility of further change after 2010. And then last year, Bernie Sanders made Nader's arguments to an audience of millions of enraptured young people and progressives who wouldn't be able to pick Ralph Nader out of a lineup of two people. While Sanders was also a sometimes-awkward messenger for the party's message of racial and gender equality, his campaign represented progress on those issues for the economic left. Bernie's breakthrough also teaches us something else about third-party strategy in America: Railing against the two-party "duopoly," a staple of Green Party rhetoric from Nader to Jill Stein, is a dead end. The undertow of strategic voting — where voters will eventually settle on one of the major-party nominees to avoid wasting their votes — is impossible to swim against at the national level. Bernie Sanders was able to reach mainstream, center-left Democrats with his message, and to permanently change the conversation about health care and inequality, because he operated within the Democratic big tent rather than shivering in the cold outside it. Notwithstanding any lingering grievances generated by Clinton's loss, his standing with the public, including most Democrats, remains high because he endorsed and campaigned for Clinton after the primaries finally concluded. The Nation 's William Greider, in a 2000 endorsement of Nader , argued that "third-party presidential candidates do not attain power themselves, but they can move national politics in new directions if their message draws the kind of popular support that threatens the entrenched order." Whatever else you want to say about Ralph Nader, that he pushed the conversation in a new, progressive direction is at this point hardly disputable. The evidence is all around us. And in 2020, Democrats must once again find a candidate who appeals credibly to both economic and social progressives — and critically, can also speak the language of today's ascendant coalition of women, LGBTQ activists, and minorities as a first language. If that person can also carry a wave of progressive legislators into office, they may yet bring Nader's hopeful, long-ago vision to fruition, and heal the lingering fractures of 2016 — and 2000. November 28, 2017 at 02:10PM

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( ITOU MIKOTO )

ALIAS ›

FACTION › smlrc

( PERSONA )

BACKGROUND : Mikoto is seen as the foundation of which many lean on for support, or to stay upright. Like the deity that he houses in the sea of his soul, he is a protector; the guardian who fights tooth and nail for those he holds close. He fights even if failure is inevitable, the odds against him.

ABILITIES:

— Water Manipulation : User has the ability to manipulate liquids, bodies of water, and with a high enough Knowledge Stat , turn gases into liquids and generate water from the atmosphere, changing their states between gas and liquid, and possibly solids.

— Aquatic Cure : Allows the user of this ability to heal living organisms, or themselves, by absorbing water molecules or transferring medicine dissolved in a solution into the body at a molecular level to repair wounds, bones, and eject poisons from the body.

— Marionette : Due to the body containing a copious amount of water, this power grants the user the ability to control the movements of the intended target by controlling their blood.

WEAKNESSES:

— Atmospheric Interference : To manipulate water, there must be enough of it in the area at the time. Manipulating water also heavily depends on the weather, for example, if it’s too hot water will easily evaporate, and if the user doesn’t have a high enough Knowledge Stat, they won’t be able to turn gasses into liquids.

— I’m not a Certified Doctor : Healing superficial wounds such as those visible to the naked eye like paper cuts and scrapes are relatively easy to handle. But internal wounds are harder to deal with because the user is not a certified professional in the medical field. This ability generally allows them to speed up the natural process, but doing so for internal wounds might do more harm than good. The success of healing also depends on the amount of water available at the time.

— This isn’t a Barbie World : It’s not easy to manipulate the bodily functions of others. Everyone is different, there are some who are more susceptible to the power, and those who have a high immunity against such an ability. Those with a high Knowledge Stat, for example, can easily break out of the trance.

( STATS )

Knowledge : [ 15 / 25 ] Guts : [ 10 / 25 ] Proficiency : [ 15 / 25 ] Kindness : [ 5 / 25 ] Charm : [ 5 / 25 ]

— BACKGROUND

PROLOGUE : Kamiya Ichijou is a renowned and prominent business tycoon known for ruling his empire with an iron fist. He had begotten only one son, Mikoto, with a woman he neither loved nor wished to marry, but did so in pursuit of broadening his horizons. Each move of his was calculated, every step measured, but what he hadn’t banked on was the rebellious spirit that manifested in his son.

Mikoto was everything his father wasn’t: he was loud, brash, and thought too much with his heart rather than with his head. Ichijou wanted nothing to do with him, finding him to be far too much like his mother. Banishing him from their home, his wife and son were whisked away to a villa in South Korea, where Ichijou hoped, under the tutelage of carefully chosen tutors, his son would learn that there was more to life than chasing after the whimsies of the heart.

Out from under his father’s thumb, Mikoto found that he could breathe easier, and move as he wanted freely without reprimand. Despite the many hours spent under the scrutiny of his father’s paid help, in his free time he explored the unknown land, learning their language, and learning to love the place he would soon call home.

As time passed, he noticed a blush marred the apple of her mother’s cheeks, her once pale pallor was now peachy keen. He watched his mother swell, his small hand pressed against the skin of her womb where a fluttering would meet his fingertips.

‘A baby,’ his mother told him when he asked why she was as big as a house. ‘You’re going to be a big brother.’

Brother. A protector and guardian is what he would be in a few months time. Mikoto was enamored with the idea of being someone another would depend on. It brought his mother joy to see that he was so eager. And when the day finally came that he held a bundle swathed in soft linen as his mother closed her eyes to rest, Mikoto finally knew what true love was.

Looking upon the small, pinched face of the infant, Mikoto swore from then on that he would become a person his sister, Mirei, could depend on.

CHAPTER ONE : Livid would be an understatement to describe his father’s face when he reunites with the family he estranged on a business trip. He was greeted by not just one child, but two. To save face, he doted upon both children, but the bruising way he held his wife’s hip spoke of his displeasure.

Mikoto wakes long after his father leaves, and as he’s about to greet his mother, he spies a purpling bruise along the side of her face, barely hidden by her veil of dark hair.

“He’s not coming back,” his mother says, withholding her own tears as Mikoto sheds his. “He’s not coming back.

INTERMISSION : He’s the rock his mother leans on after a long day’s work, and the safe harbor his sister rests upon at each school day’s end. After his parent’s divorce, Mikoto had been given an ultimatum, the choice between fortune and family. The decision was easily made for him, thus he closed a chapter of his life and inherited his mother’s maiden name, Itou.

CHAPTER TWO : His mother warns him not to stay out too late now that he’s entered the hell that was high school. But Mikoto reaching adolescence was the least of her worries. His mother was as paranoid as the old biddies.

But there was a reason for her paranoia. There were whispers of a calamity that befell Seoul that came in the form that left behind mysteries even the police couldn’t solve. The public wasn’t privy to the details, but everyone was quick to jump to the worst conclusions. Mikoto thought nothing of it, simply assumed his mother was being the worrywart she’s always been, but he amuses her.

CHAPTER THREE : His mother is ill due to stress and overwork the doctors claim; typical in their culture. Mirei insists on visiting their mother everyday, and Mikoto was never one to refuse her.

A storm passes over the metropolis one night they stayed late, and the journey home seemed far too dangerous for their mother to allow the siblings to go home. After pleading with the nurses, they finally acquiesced. Settling into the chair situated in a corner, Mikoto smiles as he watches Mirei press herself to their mother’s side.

With a content smile, he succumbs to sleep.

CHAPTER FOUR : He wakes in the middle of the night, all is deathly quiet. The space beside his mother is empty, and when Mikoto fingers the blanket, he finds that it’s bereft of warmth. When had Mirei left? Where was she?

So concerned was he with his sister, he hadn’t noticed the changes with his surroundings: the stillness of the environment, and the stale are he breathed in. His gait slows when he exits the hospital, mouth falling open as he beholds what was once the local library now transformed into a gothic structure; leading to where, he does not know.

Curiosity gets the best of him as he ambles closer, once he enters the antechamber a few hallways in, he sees a familiar figure laying prone on the ground. He bursts into a sprint, falling onto hands and knees beside his sister who looks up at him with unseeing eyes. Ear pressed to her chest, he’s relieved to hear a heartbeat, albeit a faint one.

“Mirei? Mirei?! Answer me!!” Mikoto cries, taking his sister into the cradle of his arms. Dread fills him when he remembers the warnings he wrote off as paranoia from his mother and the elderly neighbors he spoke to from time to time. Citizens would disappear, only to reappear once the storm has passed. If the rumors were true, then his sister, the one he swore to protect, had become the squall’s latest victim.

He holds Mirei closer when he’s pulled out of his inner thoughts when he gooseflesh blooms across his heate skin. Gritting his teeth, he raises his head, coming face to face with a gaggle of fanged, deformed creatures. They circle the siblings, as if taunting them, their prey. Slowly positioning his sister across his back, he wraps her arms around his neck, sitting on his haunches before he breaks off in run, disorganizing the would be predators.

Talons pierce his flesh, eliciting a sharp cry from Mikoto as he tumbles, barely breaking his fall with the added weight of his sister. Struggling to get back on his feet, he’s surrounded by the time he managed to place most of his weight on his uninjured leg. The monsters circled the siblings again, closing in on them as they prepare to end him in one fell swoop. Moving too fast for them to see, he pulls Mirei around, protecting her as he had promised when they were young, even in their last moments.

"I have seen your strength, and applaud your tenacity! Even in the face of death, you put others before yourself like a true Guardian,“ an ominous voice speaks in a booming voice, so loud that it reverberates through his skull and bounces off the walls of the antechamber. "I am the torrential water deity of legend, baying to the moon ! From the sea of thy soul, I come. I am—

”HABAEK—” With renwed vigor, Mikoto peels back his eyelids, unveiling unnatural halcyon orbs as a a whirlpool appears beneath his feet, bursting from the ground to pierce his enemies. Resting on his elbows, his vision begins to blur, but his eyes remain on the barefooted man half-dressed in traditional garb of royalty, shimmering scales covering his shoulders and back, fin like appendages protruding from his arms. Despite their odd, almost aquatic physiology, they carried themself with the bearing of a King.

“Rest easy,” the man says as he begins to dissipate. “You are destined to live another day.”

Expelling a breath he hadn’t known he’d been holding in, he closes his eyes.

EPILOGUE : He stands upon a hill covered in flowers where a lone headstone rests. In his hands is but a single lily—her favorite flower. Kneeling on the earth, with a downward stroke of his hand, he brushes his knuckles over the name:

Itou Mirei.

“I’m sorry that it took me so long,” Mikoto smiles wryly, carefully placing the bloom in the vase amongst the other flowers left behind by those who loved her. “I needed to clean up the mess I made.”

Rising to his full height, he takes in the peaceful surroundings, sucking in a breath as he pockets a hand, caring his hair back with the other. “Mother hasn’t forgiven me. She has every right to be angry, of course. I failed to protect you. What kind of brother fails to do the very thing he was born to do?”

He rubs at his eyes, refusing to cry, wanting to appear strong before the grave of his sister. “There are others out there suffering like I have. There are others who blame themselves like I do, people just like me. I…I have a power, and I think I can use it to put an end to whatever evil is beginning to unfold in that wretched place.”

He sniffs, rubbing the back of his head before he continues, “I made a group. It’s kind of a study group, but that’s more of an inside joke. They’re…they’re like family to me now that you’re gone, and mother refuses to see me. They’re a bunch of idiots most of the time, but…they’re dependable. They actually like my cooking—” Mikoto breathes out a watery laugh “—Some of them call me a housewife. They’re not wrong, I clean up after them and everything, so I might as well be.”

Rocking back and forth on his heels, he bids the grave one last glance before turning his back on his sister’s resting place. “I’m going to make sure no one else has to suffer anymore. You can count on me this time.”

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Character Name: Charon Greystone (Title as a Knight: The Undaunted)

Race: Half Wildwood Elezen, half Midlander Hyur

Nationality: Ishgardian

Gender: Male

Occupation: Blacksmith, formally served as a knight under House Hallienarte

Age: 48

Appearance details: Charon stands a bit shorter than the average Wildwood Elezen male. He has slender build, but is all lean, hard muscle from his days in the forge. He has short, black hair and one blue eye and one pale, milky blind eye that he keeps covered with an eyepatch.

Personality: Charon is a bit different from his fellow Ishgardians- A care free, man who is, frankly, a bit of a workaholic. Having really no sense of time (unless it involves a business prospect), he’s habitually late to almost every event he gets invited to. He sees the best in people and truly believes that people are inherently good. He has a tendency to pry into other people’s business and is cheerful to the point of annoyance. He’s a bit of a perfectionist- when he becomes interested in something or is involved in a project, he doesn’t stop until everything meets his high standards. He’s naturally good at almost everything he does- whether it be his craft, cooking, singing, or whatever. So, when he finds something that he isn’t good at, or can’t figure out, he grows extremely frustrated and focuses all his energy

Childhood: Charon was born the bastard son of Nathaniel Beaumont, a knight of House Hallienarte. When he was born, his mother, a Midlander Hyur, abandoned him on his father’s doorstep with a note- “Do what you want with him. I want nothing to do with a bastard.” No one but Nathaniel knows who Charon’s mother is. Nathaniel originally wanted to leave Charon in an orphanage, but his wife, Esther, was a kind, forgiving woman. She insisted that they keep the baby- after all, the circumstances of his birth were hardly his fault. So, he was raised as an equal with his older half brother, Kylar, and his cousin, Cain.

As Charon grew older, he dreamed of becoming a Knight and serving House Hallienarte, just as his father, brother and cousin did. Most wanted little to do with a bastard, but Kylar encouraged Charon to follow his dreams. He was naturally talented with a blade, and stood out among his peers. He officially became at knight at the tender age of 17 summers old. Kylar left the knighthood after an incident took Cain’s sight and left Charon scarred. His brother ran off with a Gridanian woman be the name of Morgana, leaving his prized lance with Charon. Charon never saw his brother alive again.

Recent history: After years of service to House Hallienarte, Charon retired at 34 summers old and opened a forge. Blacksmithing had always been a passion for him, and he became known throughout Ishgard for his quality weapons (and occasional decoration, when it as commissioned.) When the Calamity happened, he was all but forced to stay in Ishgard to continue forging weapons to support the Dragonsong War. When the Warrior of Light came to Ishgard and ended the war, Charon received a letter from Cain, asking him to come to Gridania to meet a Suvi Kevade. He did so as a favor to his cousin, and soon became business partners with the Duskwight. It was here that he met Verev Noiavagi , and began courting her.

He now frequents Gridania and Limsa Lominsa, where his family lives. He spends more time in those cities than Ishgard as of late.

Notable relationships:

Cain Beaumont- Charon’s cousin, he sees the man as more of a brother. He blames himself for Cain’s blindness and will jump at every opportunity to help the older Elezen, even though Cain doesn’t blame Charon for his lack of sight. The two are very close, and Cain is always the first person Charon goes to when he needs advice or a sympathetic ear. Kylar Beaumont: Charon’s older brother by five summers, there was no person in the word that he was closest to. Kylar always encouraged Charon, and was always there for him when he needed him most. Charon loved his older brother very much, and was inconsolable for moons after he figured out about his death. Kylar actually received his name from Charon- Kylar not being his actual name- and no one knows why he called him this, other than Cain and the brothers. Nathaniel and Esther Beaumont: Charon has a decent relationship with his parents, if a bit of a strained one. Esther always treated Charon kindly and fairly, and Charon loves her very much for it. He has a bit more of a distant relationship with his father, who cares for Charon but sees him as proof of his one digression. The two became a bit overbearing after Kylar’s death, babying their only remaining son and often trying to set him up with other women so he could give them heirs to the family name. Charon hates this, and it’s caused a bit of strain with their relationship as of late. Fell Krieger: Charon’s nephews, he didn’t meet Fell and Raise until recently, but he had always known of his existence. He’s a bit more overprotective of Fell than his other siblings,since Fell is a bit smaller and weaker than the other two. Although he enjoys teasing Fell, being around him is a bit hard for Charon, since Fell and Raise are both the spitting image of their father and his deceased brother. He insists that Fell come to him for new weapons and for repairing his old ones, not trusting any other blacksmith with the fate of his nephew. Raise Krieger: Charon gets along best with his oldest nephew, since the two are so similar in personality. Charon actually gave Raise Kylar’s lance, Ascalon. He’ll occasionally spar with Raise, and the two are pretty evenly matched as far as skill and strength. Larka Krieger: Charon isn’t as close to his niece as he is with Fell and Raise, mostly due to Larka’s busy lifestyle. He enjoys her cooking, and the two like to talk and exchange recipes. He admires and respects Larka’s healing abilities, actually asking for lessons on how to use conjury. He’s alright at it, but not nearly at the skill level of his niece. Adele Krieger: Charon’s great niece, he absolutely loves spoiling this child rotten. She has him wrapped around her little finger, and he knows it. He will go out of his way to buy her gifts, ranging from toys to expensive clothing. The two bond over their mutual love for Chocobos. He adores his little niece and would be more than happy to give her the world. Verev Noiavagi : Charon’s girlfriend (lover?). Though he has been with and loved many women, in his eyes, there has never been someone as perfect and as lovely as Revy. He never believed in love at first sight until he met her. When he’s around her, he becomes shy and tongue tied, awed by her mere presence. The intensity of these feelings almost scare him, but he would never go back. Now, when he thinks of the future, he only sees Verev in it.

Strengths, talents, and points of pride:

A skilled swordsman, his skills lie in lances, daggers, swords and bows

A Master Blacksmith

A pretty good chef

Loyal, chivalrous and brave

Weaknesses, detriments:

Easily discouraged when things don’t work out as he planned

Overly trusting

Reckless

Over idealistic

Perfectionist

Ambitions/Goals:

Nowadays, Charon simply goes with the flow. He doesn’t really have any immediate goals that he’s striving for at the moment, but one thing has been on his mind a bit more recently: marriage.

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nicreations shared this story . Flint, Mich. — THE World Health Organization’s “action level” for lead contamination in drinking water — indicating the need for intervention — is 10 parts per billion. The Environmental Protection Agency’s action level is 15 parts per billion.In tests of tap water in Flint., Mich., over the last six months, some 1,300 homes exceeded the E.P.A. action level. Thirty-two had levels above 1,000 parts per billion. And just this month, a sample showed a concentration as high as 11,846 parts per billion.To understand the contamination of this city, think about drinking water through a straw coated in lead. As you sip, lead particles flake off into the water and are ingested. For almost two years, Flint’s children have been drinking water through lead-coated straws.There are so many things wrong with this that it’s difficult to know what to address first. But since I called attention last year to an increase in children with elevated lead levels after the city changed its water supply, I’ve known that my focus had to be on the kids. One of my patients, a 2-year-old girl, recently came to the clinic for her checkup. Running around the room with her colorful gown flapping, she hopped onto the exam table, grabbed my stethoscope and placed it on her chest. I gently nudged it over her heart. “Can you hear anything?” Her eyes lit up, and she nodded. Continue reading the main story ADVERTISEMENT Continue reading the main story Her mother turned to me, trying to hide her tears. She thought the water was safe, and why not? The authorities told her it was. She mixed her daughter’s baby formula with warm tap water. She got a filter only when the National Guard came to her door this year. Now she wonders, will her daughter be O.K.? The same question can be asked about the more than 8,000 other children here under the age of 6 who drank lead-contaminated water.Numerous epidemiologic studies of lead exposure in children, particularly those under the age of 6, indicate an increased risk for damage to cognition, behavior and employment prospects, also lower I.Q.s, poor impulse control and decreased lifetime earnings. Epigenetic research suggests that lead exposure in women can lead to DNA changes in their grandchildren. Their grandchildren. Advertisement Continue reading the main story And yet my little patient may be all right. Not every child exposed to lead will suffer the most severe consequences. Some will be fine, though the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention warns that there is no safe level of lead in a child.Families here are traumatized; faith and trust in government have evaporated. State and federal agencies responsible for protecting them failed miserably. Much has been written about the roots of the Flint water crisis: misguided fiscal austerity, inequality, racism, environmental injustice, poverty, deindustrialization. These are all important and nationally relevant issues, but the focus now needs to turn to the future, and to healing.We cannot wait to see the potential cognitive and behavioral consequences; we must act. Developmental neurobiology has taught us that adverse childhood experiences and toxic stress change the trajectory of a child’s life in predictable ways.But science also gives us hope. We can reduce the impact of these adversities, including lead exposure, when we wrap these children in evidence-based interventions to promote their development. These include maternal infant support and early literacy programs; universal preschool; school health services; nutrition programs; and primary medical care and mental health care. All vulnerable children need these interventions, but kids in Flint need them now, not next month or next year.At the Pediatric Public Health Initiative, created by Michigan State University and Hurley Children’s Hospital in response to this crisis, we are aiming to help Flint not only recover, but thrive. Flint is proud and resilient (it helped put America on wheels), but we can’t do this alone.Unfortunately, not enough money has been allocated for the long-term child development initiatives we need. Gov. Rick Snyder recently proposed a budget that would spend $195 million on the lead problem here, including $63 million for health-related programs and $15 million for food and nutrition initiatives. I am hopeful that the State Legislature will enact these measures. But even this support would not address the full magnitude of this problem, which will continue throughout these children’s lives. We must make a yearslong commitment.We also need federal help, and much more than the $220 million Congress is considering for water infrastructure and health-related services to communities nationwide. This is not a partisan issue; it is a humanitarian one. Sign Up for the Opinion Today Newsletter Every weekday, get thought-provoking commentary from Op-Ed columnists, the Times editorial board and contributing writers from around the world. Thank you for subscribing. An error has occurred. Please try again later. You are already subscribed to this email. View all New York Times newsletters. See Sample Manage Email Preferences Not you? Privacy Policy Some will say we can’t afford it. But our nation has never been reluctant to aid victims of hurricanes, tornadoes, floods or earthquakes. Shortsighted cost-cutting and willful bureaucratic blindness may have caused the calamity in Flint but the effect is no less than a huge natural disaster. Advertisement Continue reading the main story When I turn back to my patient’s mother, I give her a hug. I remind her to keep using the water filter, give her daughter great nutrition, sign her up for preschool, read to her, sing to her, love her and be there for her. Her daughter has been exposed to lead-contaminated water for almost her entire life, during her most critical brain development. I don’t have a magic pill that can take that away, but I do have a prescription for hope.As she reaches for my stethoscope again, I tell her mom that she is going to be O.K. No, she’ll be great. With the nation’s help, we will heal. Because we are not a nation that can accept 11,846 parts per billion of lead in drinking water. Or the consequences for the children of Flint.

https://www.nytimes.com/2016/03/27/opinion/sunday/the-future-for-flints-children.html

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