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space-city-traffic · 3 years

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yet again im back on my bullshit so... (gazes with mixed feelings at the TV show Firefly) i could fix him.

my extremely long thoughts about my Own Personal Good Version of Firefly (with plenty of spoilers for the show and the movie) under the cut:

things that are getting axed first thing no question:

out with the whole “let’s add in a thin veneer of Chinese cultural aesthetics out of context for ~flavor~” deal. just no.

instead, let’s hire some actors from a bunch of different cultures and work with them to figure out how their characters would bring those cultures into space with them!! and also hopefully bring some experiences with immigration/alienation/travel into it, since the Whole Core of Firefly is about how humanity always brings our doomed and silly and stubborn and unique warmth with us even into the cold void where nothing is familiar or homey in the slightest.

let’s respect our sex worker character shall we?

i do appreciate that Inara’s work as a companion is described as legitimate and well respected in the show. however please stop having your captain and hero call her a wh*re every five seconds against her clearly expressed wishes and portraying this as just a totally acceptable thing

let’s be more respectful of our characters of color and also have some more diversity, shall we?

others have put it better than me but yeah, the way Zoe and Book are treated is very uncomfy, and the rest of the show is depressingly monochromatic. come on let’s do better.

stop the weird confederacy hat tips

again others have pointed these out with much more thoroughness than I could, but the names of some characters and locations, as well as some of the language used to describe the browncoats, has uncomfortably confederate vibes. instead i propose we very Clearly tip our hats to the Alliance equaling space capitalism instead! you can’t go wrong with space capitalism as a villain.

don’t! make! the! psychotic! character! violent!

listen i love River Tam with my whole heart. but you should absolutely not portray your only character with psychosis as violent because of that psychosis!!!!!!! and yeah, a huge part of her character is that her brain got fucked up by the alliance and so she hallucinates and is also a super ninja. but like. she doesn’t need to be a super ninja for her character to work, okay? the crew does not need to be scared of her for her character to work, okay??? more on this later bc it would take a lot of care and nuance to make her character work but i really think it can be done

things we are absolutely keeping:

found family tropes my fucking beloved

this should be self evident. this is why the show is as appealing as it is despite its flaws, at least in my eyes.

malcolm reynolds, the knight in dusty armor

there’s something so appealing to me about what Mal stands for. because at his core is this ridiculous, silly, stubborn, doomed devotion to what he thinks is important and right, a romantic idealism thinly covered by cynical cowboy platitudes that he thinks make his bleeding heart totally invisible. and he is so obvious and entirely incorrect. bless. this is a man who will do anything for his family, who charges into swordfights to defend his friend from a man who wants to turn her into an object despite having no clue how to hold a sword. at his worst, he starts brawls in bars just for the martyr’s thrill of being persecuted for supporting the right; at his best, he inspires downright religious belief from his crew because he represents a romantic and chivalrous and doomed dedication to the right thing over any practical concerns. and then he throws a “selfish” quip over it with 100% confidence that everyone fell for his clever distraction and believes him to be a dirtbag. he’s oblivious and ridiculous and god he makes me want to be a better person because he’s just so goddamned sincere. stupid, but sincere. 10/10 himbo. <3

Mal and Inara ultraslowburn friends to enemies to friends to lovers to enemies to friends to lovers to friends to...

there’s nothing i love more than a ship that’s just two people who know each other way too well, and they’re each the only one who knows the other well enough to call them out on their bullshit. the way Mal and Inara interact in the show sometimes makes me uncomfy but like. the core of their relationship has to stay.

space western aesthetic

i need the cows on a spaceship scene to stay like i need air okay

that sweet sweet religious shit

mal, who lost his faith in gd and a whole lot else during the war. who lost his faith in himself, and now feels he has to hide the part of him that still wants to be good, because he knows he can’t be anymore, and he feels like it’s embarrassing for a guy like him to want something so unattainable. who takes a preacher on board, and the preacher has lost something, too. the preacher has his own past, and his own questions. but not questions like the observant neurodivergent girl, the one who wants to interact with and understand this thing that’s so important to him, but it just doesn’t click with how her brain works and she feels like something needs to be fixed, either the Bible or herself. and Mal takes care of them all, and slowly, he begins to find gd again, not in a prayer but in humanity. humanity doesn’t need to be fixed, like the alliance thinks. the shining imperfect strawberry sweetness of it in his family’s smiles is something to be worshiped and served and devoted to. and he finds he has something to believe in again. (and his crew find that he’s given them someone to believe in, too. and maybe suddenly he’s a saint.)

and finally, my brilliant ideas as to what i would like to add:

TRANS WOMAN KAYLEE RIGHTS

listen her femininity is so important to me okay? it’s so thrilled about everything that’s pretty, from dresses to the spaceship’s electric innards, and it’s so non-traditional and grease stained until it’s not and it’s pink and ruffly and twirly, and she never sees any of it as a contradiction, because none of it contradicts, it’s all just her! her gender is warmth and love and prettiness, feeling pretty and appreciating the pretty and making her friends’ days pretty too.

i want us to find out she’s trans in that episode with the ball, and i want us to find out alongside Mal who just never asked or never realized. Kaylee gasps and squeals at the dress in the shop window and Mal makes an off handed, ill considered comment, and then... someone yanks him aside and hisses a few very significant words in his ear. and suddenly he remembers what the blue white and pink she painted all over the engine room means, and he knows he has something to make right. so he buys her that dress himself and lets her know just how pretty she looks, and when he walks into that ball with her displayed on his arm like something precious, he looks the proudest out of any man there. and she notices. for a few seconds, of course, until there’s chocolate, and ‘nara, and a chandelier—and some horrible girls, but she’s used to that, until—suddenly, she finds her people. a group of old men who light up when she jokes about compression coils and whack presumptuous boys who ask her to dance. they adopt her as a treasured granddaughter, and Mal is beaming at her like a proud dad, and she finds that one of her new elderly friends gazes a little too long at her bracelet, and so she gives it to xem and teaches xem a few new words, and... it’s a good day, huh? it’s a really good day. (of course, then the captain has to go and punch somebody in the face, but it was a real nice party up until then.)

also she and Simon are both transhet t4t im correct and you know it

time for a better River Tam

the first thing we’ve established is that this version of her is not unpredictably violent and the crew is not scared of her!!!! it makes no sense to take a kid who’s primarily brilliant, experiment on her brain, give her telepathic powers....... and tack on the fact that she also has super strength and speed and dexterity and what not, AND say that they programmed her to be super violent. no! no. not only is that extremely harmful rep, that’s also just stupid.

instead!! my version of River is in fact not terrifying to the crew, but is actually the one they feel safest around. River has always been totally blunt, she was one of those kids you could tell realllllly early was autistic, and she doesn’t like being disengenous at all. so you can always trust her to tell the truth and not play weird passive aggressive games or have any hidden agenda, which makes her just a really chill person to be around. also, one of her longtime special interests is music and dance, so whether or not she’s nonverbal on a given day, there will always be some sort of beautiful sound when she’s around. she does have the singing voice of a dying crow unfortunately but that’s ok bc Simon’s is even worse and they’re both incredibly competitive so you’ll at least get free entertainment out of the affair.

my version of River does have psychosis and hallucinations because of the trauma of the experiments, and they are really troubling to her. she and Simon work together to find ways to cope and meds that help, and it’s a process, but there are some things that help.

the only thing she gained from the academy was the ability to hear people’s thoughts and sense the future a little bit. and yeah, that led to her picking up a few spooky secrets at the beginning, which, yikes. and for a while, it was hard to figure out which voices were real and which were hallucinations. but around her friends, she always feels safe to ask “did you just think about triple cheese burritos or was that just a me thing?”, and they’ll always tell her the truth no matter how embarrassing their thoughts are, bc it’s important to all of them to respect her and help her sort accurately through what’s reality and what’s not. and bit by bit, she gets better and better at figuring out what kinds of things tend to be telepathy and what kinds of things tend to be psychosis, and that each one feels a little different. and because of the trust and respect and support of her found family she’s able to do that in a safe environment!!!

trans man Simon rights

listen i wanted to keep him as just a side note on Kaylee’s list but he is my son and he’s important to my heart so here goes

out on the outer rim where Kaylee’s from, gender ain’t much of a big deal, there’s an individualistic quality to life out there, and so if the trail you blaze is the trail of a woman or a man or neither or both, that’s respected even in the rare cases where it’s not outright encouraged. but in the inner planets, where competition and connections and public faces and family names are everything, you have to be what’s expected of you to survive. you can’t change your brand, you can’t be anything other than what your family planned for you since before you were born, it’s incredibly hard to survive in such a hyper competitive environment, and so your very identity becomes just a tool in how to market yourself for better success.

needless to say Simon (just as autistic as his little sister and also very trans) fuckin hated it there. but he was very good at it. correction: he was very good at his very specific field of STEM, good enough to where people stopped talking about how cute he looked in bows and started talking about how impressive his work was from a very young age. and his work had no gender. he could be whatever he wanted to in equations. so that was where he could express himself, and gd, he got so much praise for it, he never wanted to stop.

not until he discovered that his sister needed him, and ran away, and needed a disguise, and realized... suddenly, every stifling rule and prying eye was a million miles away. he was freefloating, freefalling, with none of the charted paths he’d been following all his life... so you know what? fuck it. he’s always enjoyed the name Simon. and since it’s not on any legal records, it’ll make him just that much more untraceable.

and on Serenity, starting over with new people who never knew him before his transition feels like an unbelievable blessing that just dropped right into his lap. he has to keep up the secrecy, he has to make sure they never find out who he used to be, because gd, it’s so nice when they look at him and say his name right, and he doesn’t know if he can handle losing that, not when it’s so new and so important to the person he’s finally becoming. but then one day, the unthinkable happens, the wanted posters for his arrest have an old name on them, they’re looking for the Tam sisters, and... nothing changes. the crew of Serenity could not give even a tenth of a percent of a fuck, and it doesn’t seem like they even know they’re supposed to. huh. that’s new. Simon could get used to that, he thinks.

i’m sure there’s more i could add, but it’s 4:30 in the morning now, so if more occurs to me, ill simply add it in a reblog tomorrow. if you’ve read down this far, i am in love with you. please let me know your Better Firefly ideas, too, bc im always down to yell about this show!!!

#firefly #Serenity #in which i choke out joss whedon with my bare hands and rescue his characters and give them better homes #ollies fix it series #malcolm reynolds #ollies personal good firefly canon

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dyketubbo · 3 years

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my ask didnt send i am going to murder. anyway BEEP CLASSPECTING... now im thinking abt that and aimsey. from the top of my head/only briefly thinking, beep as rage or void vibes with me? (obvs not the typical rage player you see, more like the nuance we were discussing). and aimsey as a life player?

oooo void beep would be suuper cool :oc rage too, he is very fucking stubborn and does have outbursts rather often (also rage players in canon usually have connections to magic, and then the homestuck rage players all had religious themes so, god stuff). meanwhile void fits beeps heavy "this is all irrelevant and you could never understand any of this", and his own belief that even what he does just doesnt matter. personality under a veil (not necessarily a facade), fundamental inability to understand and truly perceive it all.

id say he doesnt fit rage enough, if only because rage players are fundamentally about survival instinct, and, well. beeps already dead, and he seems to be perfectly fine with the fact that one day he just wont exist at all. hes not scared, though he is easily pissed off, but in the end he just sort of likes messing with shit and being in control. lil dickhead (affectionate)

honestly, since he almost fits rage but not quite, he.. almost acts like a prince of hope (unfortunate eridan kinnie). destroying beliefs and asserting his reality as the Absolute Truth, dragging others like aimsey into his delusions and being in a situation where aimseys putting her faith into him even though hes not a good person because she feels the need to believe in him and connect with him, because she genuinely feels like hes the only friend they have left, and because aimsey wants desperately to believe in what beep is trying to show her, desperately wants to understand. he shuts down things he believes to be false, to the point where he can make them false by simply destroying the problem.

hes a force of outward destruction, destroying what he believes to be flaws in others. theyre heavily defensive, putting everyone beneath them, believing hes the one thats doing it Right, and ultimately, he believes its his right to control things. he doesnt trust anyone, he reacts to any fear he may have with anger, lashes out, and the "TELL. NO ONE" scene almost showcases beep shattering and hurting aimsey before he steps back and give a quick "sorry!". his arc seems to be leading up to him realizing he can care about aimsey, that he can trust her to believe him and in him, and he seems to be dealing with the concept of trusting aimsey with his beliefs

hes definitely not a general hope player, but specifically prince of hope could fit. onto possible void class combos, with, first, the notable fact that we dont know what kind of person beep may have been in the past, other than that he was destructive. we know about some events in his past, and how he feels about them (kinda), but generally, this means hes very versatile and has many class possibilities, depending on how we want to interpret what we do know.

for example, he could be a maid whose now in the apeshit stage, stubborn and repressive. its entirely possible he got so tired of listening to the other spirits that he got to the unhealthy stage, exploded, and now without anything stopping him, hes doing whatever the fuck he wants, because hes decided none of it matters, that its all irrelevant and he doesnt have to care because its his fucking universe and no one can stop him from playing god. he spends his time doing menial things, because to him, its all equally unimportant, so why not waste time? he cuts down unnecessary tasks, weeds out what he finds useless, etc etc. basically, he should still be independent, but he needs to be brought back down to earth (metaphorically), because hes kind of burnt himself out and is now fucking with things because he feels none of it matters anyways

sylph of void sort of works too, mainly his meddling and tendency to shut down anything that could reveal something he doesnt want revealed, as well as shutting down others viewpoints and he covers up shit whenever he wants. his motivations are, really, mostly unknown to us, other than that he seems to think this is fun. otherwise, he also has a tendency to try and fix things he thinks needs fixing (like getting rid of fairies and space creatures), and will often try to fix mistakes he sees in mortals. however, slyphs are ultimately healers, and beep just. is not a healer, and he doesnt necessarily invite creation of void in any way, since void isnt really destruction of anything, and what he does invite is destruction of things. hes also just too active to be a slyph

so, with the previous prince assession, theres also the possibility of him being a prince of light, which would mean he would act more like a void player. hed destroy light with light, destroy the importance of information with information. they strip away the importance of things, uses plain fact to force the perception that nothings really important. he dismisses the importance of things, purposefully acts ignorant to draw away from what he knows, destroys knowledge itself from a power standpoint (wiping aimseys memory), and in extreme cases, can physically destroy anything in his way, or assert over and over that what he said/did isnt real, that nothings true or important other than what hes saying. again, little shit. if i had to make up my mind, i think prince of light fits the most

as for aimsey, i think life does fit him really well, shes definitely got the similar "girl next door" kind of vibes, while still being really interesting in her own right. she definitely starts out as a typical fictional life player, enthusiastic, energetic, genuine, wanting to effect the world. shes a normal girl (and this isnt an insult, rather, her being so normal ties the magical themes of the bear smp together really well, and its a perfect way to use a life player, make them be a catalyst for both the normal life player and eccentric others to shine). however, as she struggles with losing trust in bear and not being treated well, not having anyone that cares about them specifically, the energy starts to falter, but comes back when they feel the need to be rebellious. notably, while aspects arent super literal, she contrasts beep so much in just how alive she is, which fits her being a life player rather well. except, as i said, aspects arent literal, which means aimsey being a life player translates to her showing what life means in a metaphorical sense.

life is about agency. its about what you do, your ability to do so, its about asserting your will. not what drives you, but simply you doing at all. interesting enough, life players can be hard to pin down because life is about desire and agency, while the players class defines their ideology. life players can become obsessed with an idea that they need to do something, that they need to change how systems work, and often can cloak their want to fulfill their individual desires as altruistic want to fulfill others needs and desires (i.e., aimsey wants a friend and someone who pays attention to her and is genuine towards her, she feels like shes found that in beep, and as such starts to cloak her want to be his friend as aimsey wanting to help beep rather than aimsey themself).

as for said class.. this was, hard. because of how heavily influenced life is by the class its paired with, and because aimseys arc right now is trying to deal with feeling like shes too much and unneeded, it means that i have to really consider how that connects with which classes struggles. so, i ended up with sylph. aimsey is a creator, and she tries to heal as well. "allowing creation/healing of life or inviting creation/healing through life". from a literal standpoint, she tries to help bear heal by trying to get him to open up, to live, to make friends and interact with people. this could almost seem like a blood player move, but while a lot of aimseys arc is about bonds and relationships, shes not really a strong connecter or leader, shes just good at inspiring others to be, to her own detriment.

also notably, unhealthy sylphs crave, whether craving more of their own aspect, or craving another aspect when they feel theirs is not enough. aimsey talks a lot about how she grew up doing things by her lonesome, and now that she feels like people are moving on without her, she may be craving blood (that sounds so awful out of context). she wants attachments, wants to be the person that brings everyone together, but.. she isnt, not in a way thats appreciated. and due to her insecurities, she sees this as a flaw within himself, and as something to fix. so, she latches onto beep, and desperately tries to have as much of an effect on their life as they do on hers. like life players in general, sylphs try to solve their problems under the guise of helping someone else with theirs. currently, aimsey seems to be trying to find what she needs to do, because when she tried to do what she thought she needed to do, she (from her perspective) failed, so now shes trying to make up for her perceived failure within herself by trying to help herself through helping beep. i would think into it even more but i think its probably best to just leave it here KEKW

#angel answers #long post #im afraid to count the paragraphs on this one tbh #i dont think its That Much but it felt like it #beep bsmp #aimsey #bear smp #bsmp classpecting #hs

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ratcandy · 3 years

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any thoughts/hcs on pre-pale king hallownest? all the peoples and connections that existed before the kingdom... and moths......

Ooooh pre-PK Hallownest, huh? I’ve had this chat with someone else before, actually!! Mainly because I like to talk about the different deities of Hollow Knight and what exactly they all mean/how they function,,

But! As for Pre-PK Hallownest, I’ve got a few ideas on how things were!

- Furthest back possible is the Shade Lord and those that worshipped the Void. Potentially alongside them was the followers of Lifeblood and the Lifeblood creature, as we can find the latter in the Abyss, showing it has at least some sort of connection to the void. (however it’s a personal headcanon of mine that the followers of Lifeblood were originally acolytes of the Void, but as the void was no longer united/the Lord of Shades up and vanished, one thing just led to another as Lifeblood seems to thrive near void.)

- Unn has probably been there the longest as a Goddess of Vegetation/Plantlife, allowing the mosskin to be birthed and thrive due to her mind allowing it. The mosskin held all of Greenpath (which originally stretched into Fog canyon) and perhaps had a little society of their own, though there’s not much proof of that aside from Unn’s little... building of worship, and the moss chapel. which. well. are both religious structures, so perhaps the only buildings they believed they needed were places to show their appreciation for Unn. We know some amount of sapience was given by PK, so it’s possible that,, aside form understanding “unn = good” and how to build, the mosskin didn’t have much of a mind. They were just vibing loving their big slug mom.

- This may seem like a very crack hc but I believe the Hunter was a higher being! A God of Beasts sorta thing to coincide with Unn being plant-based. I also believe he was the higher being of Deepnest, cultivating that area and creating a religion in the Way of the Hunt, as he mentions in-game. He’s been forgotten as a deity (by Deepnest and by himself) ever since PK showed up, but the Deepnest residents still follow in the ways of hunt; a virtue of instinct type deal! (Hence why they didn’t want any of the Pale King’s nonsense. They value instinct over mind)

- the point I’m making with those last two is: Greenpath was a lot bigger before,, whatever happened to make Fog Canyon the way that it is, and it was lush, beautiful and swarmed with friendly bumbling mosskin that were literally just vibing. They probably gave offerings to Unn at the chapel/the lil place of worship beside her lake. Vibe. good vibe As for Deepnest, it was. yknow. Run by beasts! Just feral spiders n things, essentially. Though clearly having some amount of intelligence to create the Distant Village (unless that was made after PK showed up and blessed everyone with a mind. same could be said for the mosskin)

- the Weavers showed up at some point and set up their little village, vibed well with the similarly arachnid-like creatures and just. hung out! Made their own little culture there, brought some of it from wherever they came from, shared it with the creatures of Deepnest, perhaps. Maybe it even inspired the more beastly creatures to build the Distant Village!

- Fungal core was probably ALIVE and a functioning hivemind of the fungal creatures. Do I believe the Fungal core to be a higher being? Not,,, really? More just.. its own thing. Since plantlife (Unn) wouldn’t include fungi. It probably formed after the Beasts began populating Hallownest.

- When did the Mantis tribe show up? i dunno. They’re in the fungal wastes, so perhaps their tribe’s formation was what spurred on the formation of the fungal creatures. At any rate I don’t think the Mantis tribe changed all that much with PK showing up. They made their deal to keep the Deepnest creachures at bay but that was about it. they seemed to just be vibing even in-game so shdgkjdgkh

- I think Unn, the Hunter, the Fungal Core, the Mantis tribe and the Lord of Shades were all “active” at the same time. This also includes whatever God of Dreams there was before it split into the Nightmare Heart and the Radiance, but they weren’t as,,, involved until the Lord of Shades dissipated.

- I say that because Radi mentions the Lord of Shades/just the void in general as being an “ancient enemy.” This is also partially why I believe the void was no longer united even before PK showed up. After all, the shadow worshippers are implied to have been long gone, so. I think it took the Void splitting (and soon the Dream God splitting) to finally introduce the Radiance better into the world. She got her moth tribe, and the Nightmare Heart got its Grimm Troupe. The latter began traveling to other kingdoms while the former settled in Hallownest, with the moths setting up their tribe there and. vibing

- moth tribe literally just hangin out. Funky spirit things. I think their area was the Resting Grounds and/or the Crystal Peaks, with the Radiance ruling over those areas. After all, Hallownest’s crown does have a Radiance statue at the top. then PK/travelers came and were like “oogoogh capitalize those crystals tho” and GUESS what he/they did! that’s right. they capitalized on the crystals

- and with that development came the establishment of Dirtmouth as a mining town. how many people there even knew of the kingdom below them? i dunno

tl;dr life was better before pk showed up everyone was LITERALLY just vibing!

hopefully my thoughts aren’t TOO cluttered here shkgjh, it’s really hard for me to make sense of my thought processes sometimes even if i LOVE to ramble lmao

#ask #VERY long ramble #thoughts on prompt #headcanons #unn #hk radiance #hk the hunter #n some.. other things #too lazy to TAG everything #many thoughts. head full #Higher Being Hunter #hollowed bugs

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callistolivia · 3 years

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are you ignoring my analysis of lana del rey's chart because i'm right or because you're still working out how to answer? no pressure i just think i made some pretty solid arguments that would be fair to acknowledge

I didn’t answer you because you were rude. Was it a solid argument? You’re hiding behind anon when you could have easily reblogged my post and write whatever you wanted to write there. Aside from that, there is no argument, you’re literally creating a conspiracy theory on a celebrity. You’re asking me to rebuttal a conspiracy theory. I’m saving you from embarrassment (which I already think you know your little theory is way out there since again, you’re hiding on anon), but if you want me to “debunk” what you said:

So far your argument is literally attractive woman = Venusian.

Also,

This is the profile you’re trying to claim is a Taurus rising. I even showed this to my brother, who know nothing about astrology, and asked him to guess her sign. At first before I showed him he was like “Olivia, I’m not gonna get it, I don’t know astrology” and the moment he actually saw the photo he bursted out laughing and said Scorpio. Scorpio is literally the easiest to spot. They are the most distinctive archetype. It doesn’t take an expert to see the Scorpio just radiating off someone and Lana is the perfect example of this.

Also, just a random commenter on an interview of her’s;

Natalie Portman is also a Scorpio rising. This wasn’t the only comment drawing a connection between them, they do have very similar mannerisms/way of speaking.

“...in love with love and beauty” So you’re talking about her values? Venus is in Taurus. I did mention in the original anon that this is still a prominent influence in her chart because Venus is in its ruler.

“... Lilith on the ascendant.” Just stop. This includes all of you insinuating this lunar void makes you embody some sort of ✨Queen Of Darkness✨ vibes. I’ve done posts on Lilith before, you can read them here and here to understand my perspective on this.

Just because you’re the exception doesn’t mean you’re the rule. Just from that first statement, it looks like you’re projecting yourself onto this celebrity and feeling some sort of dissonance because you don’t share the same rising sign. If you need a sign that you’re not like other girls, here it is.

The Ascendant indicates what planet rules your chart, not the Sun. By your logic, Mercury wouldn’t rule her chart, Venus would. But this is a conspiracy theory and she is a Scorpio rising with a Mars chart ruler in Cancer. Regardless, her Mercury in Cancer still influences her even if it’s not her chart ruler, and yeah, you can see that in her writing. She is inspired heavily by the past and the occult in her writing (Mercury in Cancer in the 8th). She has a pretty large emphasis coming from both her 8th and 9th house. The 8th house occupies her Sun, chart ruler, and of course Mercury. A lot of time and energy is spent around the dealings of the 8th house. Her Moon is in the 9th house and the line “it’s nice to love and be loved, but I’d rather know what god knows” is in line with that if it comes from the heart. She spends a lot of time familiarizing herself with divine love to possibly compensate or replace a different type of love. Divine love is unconditional, but difficult to know. We also see the Moon opposite Jupiter in the third. This might indicate a transition in her life where she replaced some of her views or experienced some sort of existential crisis. The third house indicates early developments; with Jupiter there it indicates being surrounded by religiousness or spirituality at a young age. Here’s a quote from her,

“When I was very young I was sort of floored by the fact that my mother and my father and everyone I knew was going to die one day, and myself too. I had a sort of a philosophical crisis. I couldn’t believe that we were mortal. For some reason that knowledge sort of overshadowed my experience. I was unhappy for some time. I got into a lot of trouble. I used to drink a lot. That was a hard time in my life”

In her transition that we see between the 3rd and 9th house, she worked towards familiarizing (Moon) herself with the truth (9th house). The truth being what God or divine love means to her. She actually majored in philosophy in her post-secondary studies.

This is all just from reading literally a slice of her chart, and I should emphasize, her actual chart, not a theorized one.

Again, Venus is in Taurus. She has Taurus influence in her chart. The 2nd and 3rd house could be empty and you can still become a successful singer. The 2nd house only indicates the condition of the voice itself and planets in the third indicate the quality of knowledge or quality of words she uses. Again, Jupiter is in the third house and is very reflective of her ideas, early development, and ability to grasp the world.

“James Franco... was madly, obsessively in love with her” This is a speculation, you were not there to experience their relationship. This goes for any relationship you’re not in. With no firsthand perspective, you don’t really know how the relationship was. Again, this is a conspiracy theory and you’re not using her real chart.

“sorry, your intuition was wrong here” At what point did my intuition intuit her ACTUAL birth time??? I looked at her actual chart with her actual birth time meanwhile you’re over here, on anon with a conspiracy theory about this celebrity.

Lol soooooo stark.

Also, Marina Diamandis’ birth time is an approximate rectification. Just thought I should add that. The rodden rating on her birth time is a C. Not denying she’s a Scorpio rising too, but if that time is off even by 30 minutes, she could be a Sagittarius or Libra rising.

Anyway, I suggest you find something better to do than make conspiracy theories about celebrities on anonymous

#Imagine if Lana saw this.... embarrassing #LMAO #astrology #ask #lana del rey

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lava-pops · 4 years

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Various mine craft monsters and how I feel about them, in order of how long I ranted about them

I have strong opinions and time on my hands, and so I will subject you to the entire fucking essay. Please understand that in an unobserved, socially distant singleplayer state, and wielding god-like powers, some less palatable aspects of my personality have emerged. Rest assured the end credits told me I played the game well.

Slimes: I fucking love slimes. They don’t do anything particularly amazing but the fact that they exist delights me.

Phantoms: Beauty. Beau-ty. Fucking love these guys. All glowing like. Majestic. 10/10. Gorgeous night sky. Delight of the heights. Need 100x more of them.

Blazes: Love. The drama. The decadence. The burning ethereality. The alien geometry. The wicked Fortress. Fuck me up.

Zombies: I’ve accepted them. Sometimes you’re just going to get attacked by zombies. They used to be you. So you need to be more understanding. Mild stress and disgust mixed with grief and concern, but if there are more than one zombie, emotions are cancelled out by adrenaline and sheer bloodlust.

End Dragon: Fuckin sick!!!!!! What a beautiful creature. I just wish I could spawn a bunch of them, and baby dragons, and unleash them on the world. I’m still disturbed by how it eats Endermen. It could also eat them in a less bloodcurdling way, but I’m not complaining.

Ghasts: Morbid fascination. I find them really interesting. It’s interesting how huge they are and their odd little noises. Don’t judge me but I like to spawn them inside walls so I can hear them all screaming at once. It just sounds weird okay. I think I might do that with my sound up and see what my roommates think of it. Really makes you feel like you’re in Hell.

Wither: I don’t really mind the Wither at all, just because it helps me make places look authentically exploded. This would be a different story in Survival. I would probably shit myself at that doom sounding gong, then be so upset it literally ripped limbs from trees just to hurl pieces of itself at a pig until it was dead that I would quit the game and finally keep Minecraft uninstalled for more than 24 hours.

Creepers: I have cursed these aggressively many times and on my blog and really, I don’t hate them. Rather, I am in awe of them and the bottomless well of terror they have shown me I am capable of feeling in a split second. I’m in awe of the way they have demonstrated to me the brutality of nature. When I see one I hear the Metal Gear yeet sound, but there is no bloodlust here. I am but a prey animal who knows how to run. And sometimes I don’t know how. Sometimes... I just watch.

Vexes: Get it!!!!! Kill it!!!!!! *Fly swatter sounds* These horrible little mosquito bitches!!!!!! I love the wings and how it can phase through things, except without the murderous intent. During a sleep-deprived chaotic rampage, I was amazed to find that after all the mobs that had fought the Wither, this one was actually doing damage to it. How did I feel as I watched the Wither succumb to an eternally rising swarm of Vexes? I’m not really sure on that one. It was kind of like watching something die horribly on the nature channel.

Witches: I love them in a critical way. I totally vibe with them. I sometimes fantasize about living in a hut in a swamp alone with my ominous cat. However, my feelings were really hurt when they helped the Illagers attack my swamp village. It’s like, why would you hurt a Villager? Just why? If you have a functioning brain -- Zombies and Skeletons don’t have that -- how could you? On the one hand, I love how they use Minecraft First Aid on themselves, but it’s fucking stressful in a fight. It’s like, STOP DRINKING THAT STUFF!!!! I DON’T KNOW HOW HEALTHY YOU ARE!!!!! *knocks McDonalds cup out of your hands*

Drowned: Blessed. Listen. They’re so pretty and blue. One of the head motherfucker ones with the trident ruined everything, shoved me out of my boat just to fight, knocked my stuff over everywhere, hurt my cat and fucked my wife, and also I died and searched for my devastated livelihood in vain for three days, but I love that there are mini Poseidons everywhere. They’re basically mermaids to me. I don’t mind if they kill me a bit. I trust the ocean to be vaguely threatening to step into. And you know the guys with the little shells? Really. So pretty. They have everything... ancient little houses... magma... treasure.

Skeletons: Whereas Creepers activate my primal prey animal instincts, Skeletons just really offend me. I feel like every time they give me that shady squint and shoot their arrows because they won’t face a move I call Raw Mutton Persistence, they are saying, “Bitch.” They have faces that beg to be slapped. What kind of skeleton doesn’t grin? Be grateful for your bones. The fact that I am not galaxy-brained enough to have diamond bling and usually don’t last long enough to actually slap them leaves me with all sorts of simmering resentment that violently surfaces when I see them in Creative Mode. I think the most distinctive flash of indignation I have experienced at their hands, or rather, their shitty little bitch arrows, was when one followed me into the water and still tried to shoot me as their arrow went super slow in a pathetic downward arc. What is your fucking problem?!!!

Illagers: Malevolence. Vengeance. They are certainly fascinating, compelling, and realistic, but god damn I hate these guys. They can eat my entire ass. I made a blue wool sculpture Illager style on top of their Outpost in the shape of a dick and balls and made a waterfall pour out the tip of it, and then I zoomed out feeling both smug and bad about myself. In fact if there’s a war crime you can use against an Illager, I’ve done it in Creative Mode at 3am in a quarantine-enabled inner void, hoping I’m not going to hear about it in the afterlife. Have I always hated them? Perhaps. You must understand that back in the day, when they first went grunting pompously around my swamp, I had no idea what the fuck I was looking at. I just knew it had to catch these hands. I didn’t know what a Raid was either and thought Minecraft had just become sort of intense for a little while. But I will always remember when they were standing under my Giant Wharf Prismarine Vaguely Religious Rectangular Condos shooting at my adorable Villager with his precious leaf hat (all of my Villagers are gay men) sitting in a boat not hurting anyone and I’m still mad, bro. They shall know my wrath

#minecraft #long post #mobs #monsters #heres the essay absolutely no one asked for

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gay-slabies · 4 years

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mod & character introductions!!

Hello, and welcome to our Countryhuman’s Ask Blog! This blog is one in which the mods (and there are eight of us) each have certain characters who we will write and draw for, meaning that asks geared towards certain characters will also be geared towards certain mods! The vague plot is that the characters all live together in one big house and just sort of vibe... This isn’t supposed to get too serious, y’know!

Below the cut are everyone’s intros! Make sure to read them, because we all worked hard to get this blog up and running and we would like to be able to meet you all! The nicknames come from our Discord server, by the way, in case you were wondering about the oddity.

The blog also only follows any of the mods who have a Tumblr, so check the Following list if you want to talk with us one-on-one!!

hi im cursed and im the person who cant draw for shit because i hvae to laptop with mousepad. Well ma'am, the lab results came back and This is hard to say but Your son tested highly on our simp scale Oh goodness gracious But doctor, what does it even mean to be a simp? Well son, allow me to explain- (Nacho: Cursed has America, Mexico, and Australia)

Hey, I’m Mango! As listed in the description, my pronouns are she/her. My acc is @strangled-mangoes if you have any personal questions :). The countries I’m doing are Estonia and Spain. Estonia is very chaotic,, shorts in the snow, crocs with socks... you know that guy I’m talking about. The “It’s not even that cold” guy,, him. (The poison. The poison for kuzco. The poison chosen especially to kill kuzco. Kuzco’s poison). Now Spain... he’s a little different. Okay, a lot different. He’s basically an ex-homophobe turned gay and is now protesting for trans rights. Sorry if that’s a little confusing, I’m bad at summarizing things haha

Hello!! I’m Moderator Nacho, the father of these hellchildren! I am Exe’s husband, but don’t let father and husband disallude you- I am biologically and mentally female uwu. Yes I use uwu. Call me a furry all you want. Your words are like bites from a baby that hasn’t grown teeth yet. Disgusting and harmless. ANYWHO, I am one who tends to go off on a tangent, but can still structure out a plot, as well as being more than willing to give people Big Answers to their asks!!!! Also... apparently I apologize too much. Besides all of that, the countries I will be answering asks for are as follows: Lithuania, The United Arab Emirates, China, Northern Native America, and Russia. If I misrepresent a country in a way you don’t agree with, then feel free to tell me! I will gladly listen and take what you say into account, especially if you are ethnically or religiously knowledgable on the country. My Lithuania... is a bit of a bitch, plain and simple, but it’s kinda valid, since he is Very Old. My UAE is a difficult bow to unravel- He’s very bigoted towards anything LGBT+, but Something happens to change that :). My China is non-binary and like 4000 years old... He’ll fuck anything that moves if he can convince it into bed, but he is also very formal and polite when he wants to be. My Native America is actually just the northern half, and she is... chaotic, to say the least. My Russia? Himbo. That’s all I need to say. He’s the very definition of a himbo. Look up himbo in the dictionary and it’s just a page full of pictures of Russia.

Hi yes hello, I'm Satan, and I say trans rights. I'm the only irish lad with these lads, and you already know my pronouns, they/them. I'll be doing Russian Empire and The Soviet Union, R.E has much inner homophobia, and Sov tries (and fails) to be badass. You cant run from being fluffy. And I'm also ace, and into girls uwu.(my least favourite skittle is purple)

Greetings all, I’m Mod Exe. You could also just go to call me the German-Soviet, young kinda boomer mother of like; 15 kids with a cat and a she/her husband. My pronouns are they/them with the occasional she/her mixed in. I’m tryna figure stuff out. I’m one out of three European Mods (Mod Satan and Mod Corn)! I might misspell stuff because out of all these freaks here, I’m the only one whose first language is not English. I apologize in advance. The countries I will doodle and answer asks from are West Germany, Third Reich, German Empire (Second Reich) and The Weimar Republic. My headcanons for them might be weird but hey, isn’t that literally all of us? That’s all I wanted to say already! Sincerely, Exe.

Hehejehehhehe Mod Void here! I’m your local otaku who knows absolutely almost nothing about the outside world, and is also Canasain. I draw a lot, and if you want to check out my underdeveloped and only just started ‘art’ blog, it’s @bluevoid27 . As stated in the description, She/Her pronouns! I’m also in charge of these beans: Antarctica, Greenland, Canada, Philippines, and Martial. My take on these characters may be a bit different from the most popular versions. Antarctica is still bean, but is presumably hiding a less pure version. Greenland is well, kind of overprotective of Antarctica, but is still a nice child who’s also NB. Canada is probably the one who’s been altered the most, let me tell ya, in Canada, we aren’t as nice as the stereotypes, so this version is a bit more reckless, still loves syrup, and has some sort of trouble showing he’s sorry (wow what a surprise!). Philippines is your classic Pinoy, karaoke master, hopeless jokester, and just a carefree dude in general. Martial is your angry Pinoy, with threats like “Gusto mo palo?” while holding up a sandal. He still resembles somewhat of his brother, but is way more aggressive and rough on the edges. Salutations, I’m Moderator Discord (no, not MLP, but the actual Apphuman)! As stated in the description, my pronouns are they/them/she/her (although I prefer they/them the majority of the time). I know way too many memes and vines for my own good, and I also have rather unusual headcanons! My account is @statehumans-maryland in case you have any personal questions, and the Countryhumans I will be doing are East Germany, South Korea, and Poland! • East Germany is a soft boi who loves his sister, West Germany, and h̶a̶s̶ ̶a̶ ̶b̶i̶g̶ ̶f̶a̶t̶ ̶c̶r��u̶s̶h̶ ̶o̶n̶ likes his best friend, Poland! He is basically one of the most innocent and wholesome people you will find on this planet — plus, he’s a farmer’s boy, so that’s neat! • South Korea is someone who is rather worn down from the shenanigans with his brother (North Korea) causing all sorts of trouble and not exactly having the relationship with him, but he’s overall a very cheerful person (though he does well at concealing his inner turmoil) who is generally friendly with others and more than willing to take responsibility for his brother’s actions, as well as deal with the consequences for such actions (even though it’s very unjustified and unnecessary). He also has a polyamorous relationship with Martial Law and Japan. • Poland is the epitome of a gentleman and will never hesitate to correct himself should he make the slightest of what he perceives as “mistakes” in his mannerisms (though he’s very slowly slipping out of it because c’mon, this is 2020, ain’t nobody got time for formalities). Overall, he is a very good friend to have, has a fair bit of anxiety, and h̶a̶s̶ ̶d̶e̶e̶p̶ ̶f̶e̶e̶l̶i̶n̶g̶s̶ ̶f̶o̶r̶ ̶h̶i̶s̶ ̶b̶e̶s̶t̶ ̶f̶r̶i̶e̶n̶d̶ is very close friends with East Germany.

Mod Corn is currently busy, but has given us permission to add their intro later, so look for that!

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amuseoffyre · 5 years

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Crossing Paths - 1324AD - Gao

Notes: Woo! Two chapters set in the African continent in a week :D A little late, I know, but better late than never.

1324 – Gao

The awe-struck crowd were easy targets.

They had gathered outside the town walls, watching the approaching throng. Normally, so many people approaching came in the form of an army, but not this time. They glittered. Gold staffs shone in the hands of the heralds. Dozens of camels swayed under their burdens of treasure from the west. The marching men were clad in the richest brocades and silks, even the slaves.

Crowley wove his way between the local spectators with sibilant hissing whispers: how unfair it was one man could have such wealth, this could be a threat and promise of domination, surely no one would notice if I took just one handful of the gold…

A few of the whispers took hold, temptations sinking a little deeper into envious, greedy human minds. One of them, more desperate than the others, thrummed with want. Little more than a kid, Crowley thought. Stick-thin under his ragged tunic.

Why not try one of their purses? Crowley prompted, slinking around him. It’s not as if they’re going to notice.

The boy inched closer and closer to the edge of the wide road that led to the main gates. His bony hands were twitching, his ebony eyes widened with awe and fear as the procession swept closer. He was too far forward to get away with it. No one could miss him standing there and even if he wanted to, even if he had the quickest hands west of Jerusalem, he’d never get away with it.

Still, the thought was there and that was…

Crowley frowned as one of the men in the procession broke off and veered towards the crowd.

The quivering boy retreated a fearful step, but the man smiled, his dark brown skin gleaming in the harsh sunlight.

“Here, boy,” he said, pressing a pouch into the lad’s skinny hands. “A blessing for you from my master.”

Crowley wasn’t the only one to lean forward, curious, as the boy fumbled with the pouch strings. He opened it and a whisper of awe and reverence ran through the crowd. Crowley groaned inwardly, feeling the temptation wither away, replaced by wonder.

“Masha’Allah!” The boy gasped, clutching his purse of gold to his chest. He dropped to his knees, bowing his head to the ground. “Thank you, my Lord. Thank you.”

“Damn it!” Crowley groaned, as more of the crowd dropped to their knees, holding out imploring hands. More purses were handed out, the envoys of the Malian Sultan searching out the poorest, frailest and oldest of the beggars.

The demon stood in the middle of it all, feeling like someone had widdled in his wine, as the procession continued by him, accompanied by cheers and welcoming ululations.

It was bloody hard to tempt anyone to naughtiness when some weird King decided to throw gold around like confetti, especially not some religious nut doing – Crowley shuddered reflexively – good deeds on his pilgrimage.

That made him pause.

There did seem a very… divine vibe about the whole thing, some kind of…

And then, among the thousands and thousands of dark-skinned faces, he spotted a pale one – pink-cheeked in the sunlight – with a white turban.

“Oh for Satan’s sake!” He threw his hands up and started towards the angel, who was beaming happily around at the joyful chaos his influence had caused. He was so distracted he didn’t even notice Crowley until the demon swung into step beside him. “Angel.”

“Oh!” Aziraphale’s eyes lit up. “Hello, my dear!” His smile faded a little. “What on earth’s the matter? You look very put-out.”

“The matter?” Crowley gestured around. “I was here for a quick temptation and suddenly, it’s raining gold and no one is tempted by anything anymore!”

“Ah!” Aziraphale gave him a helpless smile. “Mansa Musa’s a very generous sort. He insisted that he had a duty of charity, you see. Part of his Hajj. His men took a little more convincing, but everyone’s been very impressed.”

“Impressed,” Crowley echoed with a pointed look around. “He’s nicked my temptations! I can’t tempt someone to be envious when he’s just been handed a bag of gold!”

Aziraphale snorted. “Only if you’re not trying hard enough,” he retorted.

Crowley looked at him in astonishment. “You think you could do better?”

The angel sniffed primly. “If I were you,” he said, “I would look for the people who didn’t get the bag of gold. There isn’t enough for everyone in the city after all.” He clicked his tongue reproachfully. “Honestly. One would think you needed me to do your job for you.”

Crowley glowered at him. “You know that isn’t how it works. I have set targets, just like you, and he stole them.”

Aziraphale looked amused. “I am sorry,” he said, giving Crowley a careful pat on his robed arm. “But I’m here to help Musa. If my good deed outweighs your bad one…” He lifted his shoulders. “One must thwart the wiles of the evil one, wherever one can.”

Crowley took the mature higher ground and blew a raspberry at him.

“Very witty, my dear,” Aziraphale said, laughing. He inched a little closer to Crowley. “Perhaps consider it this way: you applied the temptations as you were ordered. I hardly think you’re to blame if, immediately thereafter, your subject’s circumstances change and the temptation is void.”

Crowley arched an eyebrow at him. “That’s a bit of a–”

But it wasn’t a risky question, was it? It wasn’t even a question at all. Aziraphale was very good at not asking questions while simultaneously implying them with careful wordplay. Oh, he had doubts, of that Crowley was sure. He just took great care never to voice them in the… wrong way.

“A good point,” he finished with a slow grin. “That means my job’s done.”

“You see?” Aziraphale beamed at him. “A bright side after all.”

“You too?” Crowley glanced around. “Seems like they can manage fine on their own for a while.”

Aziraphale clasped his hands together delightedly. “I would say so. And there’s a lovely little inn I’ve heard about just inside the trading quarter that I’m dying to try.”

“Of course there is.” Crowley chuckled as the angel took the lead back through the swarming throng and onwards into the city.

#fic: crossing paths #good omens fic #aziraphale #crowley

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warsofasoiaf · 6 years

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Any chance you want to give us some analysis of the psychologist and chaplain on the Unity, Sister Miriam? Reynold did a pretty solid job making her more than some crazy protestant fundamentalist, and some of her "We Must Dissent" critiques on how technology is being applied have a tinge of your own cynicism, although filtered through the lens of an extreme evangelical.

Miriam is one controversial character. On the surface, she’s a Bible-thumping fundamentalist, her preferred government choice is even called “Fundamentalist,” her facial expression even seems to scream: “Jesus is watching you.” Yet this does the writers a deep disservice, as evidenced by the other factions, they are capable of writing fully-realized characters and philosophies.

We don’t get an actual declaration of what sect of Christianity Miriam, or even what ecumenical form Christianity took at the time the Unity took off, all we know is that apparently the United States transformed into a theocracy at some point, so it’s probably some sect of Protestantism. Truth be told, it doesn’t actually matter whether we do or not, Miriam expresses herself well enough through her own quotes. She tends to express herself primarily in two ways, fierce condemnation of reckless progress without regard to morality, and a softer, comforting tone likely given among her own flock. This is key for Miriam, she cares about her people in a way that faction heads do not. Morgan, Santiago, and Zakharov see the virtue of their progress as proof of its intrinsic morality, Yang is nihilistic, Deidre is rushing off so much with her plants and fungus that she’s losing touch with her humanity, and Lal is bureaucratic, impersonal, and more than a bit hypocritical, concerned with style over substance. Miriam wants to ensure that the spiritual wellbeing of her citizens is protected, and she truly practices what she preaches: “And so we return again to the holy void. Some say this is simply our destiny, but I would have you remember always that the void EXISTS, just as surely as you or I. Is nothingness any less a miracle than substance?” The fate of humanity is ever precarious and Miriam knows that people can be pushed close to the breaking point, and she is there with the balm of Gilead to get people to feel better. Her people believe in her too, they’re more than willing to support a large military before feeling discontent and fight hard to accomplish her goals. More than any other faction, Miriam expresses sympathy for the downtrodden. On the other side, she is strict and condemnatory toward others who refuse her message and her AI is fairly aggressive. In this sense she still has that sort of militant preacher vibe, but it’s to the credit of the writers that they took this archetype and fleshed it out. Like every other faction, Miriam has her strengths and her weaknesses, things she can be lauded for and criticized.

One of the big criticisms levelled at Miriam is that she is either a Luddite, a technophobe, or suspicious of science itself. She is none of these, her approach to research stems from a true sense of social conservatism. After all, she’s a psychologist and she understands the chemical states of matter, she is both clearly educated in multiple scientific disciplines and has no intrinsic distrust of science: “Evil lurks in the datalinks as it lurked in the streets of yesteryear. But it was never the streets that were evil.” This quote suggests that she considers the datalinks evil in and of themselves, but other quotes give her a more complete picture. Look at this selection of quotes from her key work, “We Must Dissent,” her treatise castigating the technological development of the other factions:

“Already we have turned all of our critical industries, all of our material resources, over to these… things… these lumps of silver and paste we call nanorobots. And now we propose to teach them intelligence? What, pray tell, will we do when these little homunculi awaken one day and announce that they have no further need for us?”

“And what of the immortal soul in such transactions? Can this machine transmit and reattach it as well? Or is it lost forever, leaving a soulless body to wander the world in despair?”

“Will we next create false gods to rule over us? How proud we have become, and how blind.”

Miriam is clear, she wants others to think about what they’re doing. The pursuit of progress without being cognizant of the risks and costs arguably helped contribute to the catastrophe of Earth. What things have the labtechs at the University of Planet failed to take into account, what corners did Morgan cut in pursuit of the next great product, what happens to the mental state of people in Deidre’s psychic networks? She celebrates beneficial advances in technology, she even refers to the plasma accretion process creating “new miracles,” she’s afraid of it’s misuse. That’s why she doesn’t accumulate research points in the first couple years and that’s why her research is slow. Sure, there is less funding for laboratories over churches as well, but her greatest concern is to understand how these changes will effect the psychology of her people and of the society at large. The end-game techs are in no uncertain terms terrifying. Controlled singularities, self-aware colonies, molecular reassembly, all of these things improperly considered are an extinction level event on their own, but each faction continues to roll them out, eager for gain, not knowing what next they will unleash because they lack the wisdom of restraint. Her dichotomy is best summed up in two quotes: “Beware, you who seek first and final principles, for you are trampling the garden of an angry God, and He awaits you just beyond the last theorem.” This sounds like a fire-and-brimstone street preacher, but it’s the other quote that accompanies Quantum mechanics that is exceptional: “Men in their arrogance claim to understand the nature of creation, and devise elaborate theories to describe its behavior. But always they discover in the end that God was quite a bit more clever than they thought.“ The proof is in the pudding there, while the former appears to be direct and so a bit of fiery language can be expected, this appears to be a reflection or philosophy. Mankind is flawed and refusal to accept it leads to catastrophe.

Protestantism doesn’t have a Pope or Patriarch and instead professes a universal priesthood, suggesting that Miriam’s administration is modeled with theological and secular components, influencing the other but not under the direction of a religious caste. A Democratic Miriam loosens the restrictions and military funding for greater promotion of the self through community and activity, while a Police State Miriam utilizes a state of emergency and herself as governmental head to act in preservation of her people and their souls. Miriam preserves fundamentalism, which likely strips funding from labs in the interests of devoting the majority of the social fabric to religious concerns and the totality of existence as universal believers, protecting them from foreign influence without becoming the paranoid police state of informants that a Bloodraven might promote.

Economically, Miriam forbids nothing. A Planned Economy probably is fashioned similar to Christian communialism through common ownership and shared industry, justified in sermons and enforced through a small army of bureaucratic clerks. A Free Market Miriam resembles the American South, with an emphasis on charitable giving and a strong sense of community. A Green Miriam acknowledges that resources are limited and so encourages thrift and voluntary deprivation for the sake of the community, using less so that others might have more as proscribed by Christian virtues.

Miriam forbids Knowledge as a value, and this makes sense given what is mentioned above, pursuit of knowledge for its own sake makes one heedless to its risks. If Miriam values power, she has probably come to accept the necessity of a holy war as the only way to save mankind from its own recklessness. Wealth Miriam likely focuses more upon the prosperity gospel, where good people gain money through goodness, build industry to employ others, and so on.

A Cybernetic Miriam probably has increasing automation to permit others freedom in their tasks and devote themselves more completely to other matters, but this doesn’t sound appealing to Miriam who fears the machine rising against the master. A Eudaimonic Miriam is almost certainly the one she would elect to pursue, finally creating the paradise on Planet and letting people live in goodness, good in word, good in thought, good in action, good in faith. Thought Control is again, a sinister one, the people finally rendered docile believers, where Shepherd Miriam finally has her flock, where sin is such an evil that it must be prevented at all costs, though if I had seen Miriam do this, the last thing I would say before I was invariably hauled off to the Punishment Sphere is: “And what of the immortal soul?”

Thanks for the question, TBH.

SomethingLikeALawyer, Hand of the King

#sid meier's alpha centauri

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ruleandruinrpg · 7 years

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CONGRATULATIONS, KAT!

You have been accepted for the role of SHONA YUL-JUN. Admin Em: Kat, I was so incredibly touched to read how moved you were by Shona’s bio, and it completely showed in your writing. He’s an incredibly complex character, perhaps one of the most complicated I’ve ever written, and you understand all of his nuances perfectly - I would paste all the lines I especially loved that illustrate this, but then I’d have to paste your application twice! But I think this line struck me most: “ While he’s not afraid to pick someone apart for their wrongdoings and missteps, their faults and troubles, he’s also not afraid to build them up if they deserve such a thing. This is perhaps another reason for the pressure he places on himself, if he can see the flaws in others, can they see those in him? What insecurities lie behind that sharp tongue sometimes bitten so hard the blood pools like silver liquid behind his lips?” Thank you so much for beautiful application and welcome to Rule&Ruin! You have 24 HOURS to send in your account. Also, remember to look at the CHECKLIST. Welcome to Ravka!

OUT OF CHARACTER

ALIAS: My name is Kat.

PREFERRED PRONOUNS: My pronouns are she/her.

AGE: I am twenty-two years old.

TIMEZONE & ACTIVITY LEVEL: EST & I’m currently on vacation visiting family at the moment but I couldn’t wait to send this application in because I just got super antsy, but I’d say a solid 6-8. I should be able to get on every other day if not every day to do replies. Once I get home it should definitely be every day solid.

TRIGGERS: OMITTED.

CURRENT/PAST ACCOUNTS: http://grchcmisms.tumblr.com/ http://leeheir.tumblr.com/ http://halogenq.tumblr.com/ http://williamalderson.tumblr.com/

IN CHARACTER

DESIRED CHARACTER: Shona Yul-Jun

SHONA Meaning: in the Grace of God

Shona’s parents were never particularly religious, but they have always believed in the power of the Saints. There was little thought to a proper name when their ‘Gods’ (due to definition I’ll be using that term simply for this section) graced them with another seemingly healthy child, because that’s what Shona had been in the eyes of mother and father upon birth despite their exhaustion; a blessing, a grace. In the first few years of his life, those fleeting moments of time before speech was learned and thoughts were shared, his mother found him truly an angel. Passive, quiet, and patient. He rarely ever cried and sleep came far too easily, but oh, if only his mother knew that the tears were always destined for her. Hands held up to the sky like a martyr, crucified by her own beliefs when she found her son changing almost as if overnight, screaming, demanding. Unpredictable and possibly even dangerous. ‘God’ had truly smiled upon her son, given birth to gifts that were shunned and abused by the society the child was brought into, but great power, nonetheless. Neglected and loved, treating his family with alternating endearment and aggression, childish mood swings, heartbreaking. Shona possessed a nature that was contradictory, and painful.

Shona, the gift of God, was not easy to love, but it never stopped those near from trying.

His mother tried her best, she showered her love as much as she could have but no matter how hard she loved him, she felt as if it would never be enough. His father, however, looked at his child with something near disdain. He didn’t hate him, not really, but he saw his wife, and his son, and all the things he knew he should feel towards him, and remained empty. How long can you truly try to get through to someone before you just give up? However, the void of feeling didn’t stop his father from mourning. The ‘Grace of God’ embedded in their son came to light and they treated him as if he had died in his sleep, because in some way, he had. His mother, the only person to have truly loved Shona in the purest, most honest of forms, sent him away to save the babe that never seemed to love her back.

“By the grace of God let this child be safe.”

WHAT DREW YOU TO THIS CHARACTER?: I’m going to be honest, I’ve looked at this group and Shona specifically far too many times. I kept coming back, I’d read him, and I’d sit back and think ‘I don’t know what to do with you, I just don’t know’ and I’d leave. The first few times I’d read other opens, but this time I didn’t. I seriously, most literally, just spent 30 minutes staring at his biography and reading, and re-reading, and re-reading, and thinking, pardon my French, ‘what the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck!’ Because I had no idea what to do because I just wanted him so bad but didn’t know what to do with him, what direction to take out of the thousands available, because while we all know that there’s a million ways to interpret a character, I personally believe there’s only one real right way for each individual writer, and I spent so much time trying to find that niche, that key factor I needed for him to truly come alive. And my God, I think I’ve found it. (At least my interpretation which quite hopefully aligns with yours.)

Quite simply, Shona makes my heart bleed.

Is it odd to relate to his mother as much as I relate to him? He’s so impossibly difficult to love with all his edges and superiorities but I found myself so enraptured to the point it was impossible not to. His complexities and detachments, his almost… levelheaded self-centeredness is purely intoxicating. He’s lost. He doesn’t understand human connections entirely, he’s not sold on it, he doesn’t get why someone would want to love someone else, would want to depend on them. He’s not necessarily insensitive or apathetic as much as he is confused and distracted. He’s caught up with himself, and he’s surface level indifferent, but always curious, even if only for a short time. There’s something about Shona that I haven’t quite seen or gotten to play before, he’s different, he’s thoughtful and pessimistic, and I like that. I like that a lot. He passively thinks he’s better than everyone, or he at least gives off that sort of vibe, and I find it almost comically insidious, because he really puts so much pressure on himself it’s a surprise his head doesn’t just explode. He wanted to be a good squaller, despite how disinterested and even occasionally bitter he may seem towards the gift. He didn’t so much as want to be useful as much as prove that he could be. Fighting alongside the First Army only made the weight he put on himself even heavier, it only made him want it that much more.

He hadn’t cried since he was a child, but that time spent battling on strange land was the closest he’d ever come, because it brought back the memories of being sent away from home, he was a child in adults clothing; alone, and undoubtedly scared. I think that whether or not he’s entirely aware of it, he definitely learned that his emotions were a big part of learning to control his ability, but despite that he continues to bottle everything up, decisive on that fact that emotions are just.. uncomfortable, unnecessary. He isn’t void of them in any sense, he isn’t sociopathic, instead he’s hardened, dismissive. He does all he can to avoid it, and his saying is basically ‘I’ll bottle all my emotions up right here in my chest, and then one day, I’ll die.’

Ah, but here we have arrived, the one thing my dearest Shona is known for, his tongue like a pair of brass knuckles tainted with that of poison and gold.

A misconception I feel a lot of people think about Shona is that he doesn’t know when to stop, to which I say false! He’s not unintelligent, in fact quite the contrary, he’s just sort of, for lack of a better word, an asshole. He knows when to stop, he just usually doesn’t. He takes truth and lays it across a table, pointing out the flaws and misdemeanors, probing and sometimes even manipulating through a strict regime of his own personal standards. He’s brash, a take no prisoners, hold nothing back, tell it like it is, man of his word, and somehow, he gets away with it. Shona’s filter is practically non-existent and should get him in more trouble than it does (though there’s still a fair amount of trouble, don’t get me wrong), but the positivity of his words, the way he believes what he says, paired with the charm, oh the charm, he seems to carry. Something about defenses just makes people all the more interesting, don’t they? Of course, this honesty goes both ways. While he’s not afraid to pick someone apart for their wrongdoings and missteps, their faults and troubles, he’s also not afraid to build them up if they deserve such a thing. This is perhaps another reason for the pressure he places on himself, if he can see the flaws in others, can they see those in him? What insecurities lie behind that sharp tongue sometimes bitten so hard the blood pools like silver liquid behind his lips?

My dear Shona, be honest, are you projecting?

WHAT FUTURE PLOT IDEAS DID YOU HAVE IN MIND?

· Actions speak louder than words, but your silence is louder than both ↪

“Where’s Shona?” One person asks, and the other is immediately uneasy, almost uncomfortable as they hesitate and say, “Oh.. you know how he gets.”

Minutes, hours, day, sometimes weeks pass and Shona is nowhere to be seen. His voice goes unheard, and his sentiments, unshared. Sometimes his absence is hard to place despite being known, there’s silences that last just a moment too long and open spaces that are just a little too wide. Some may think he’s off wandering somewhere, getting his nose in where it doesn’t belong. Some may think he’s writing letters to a lover or friend, some think he’s spilled like colors over his art, practicing his squaller until the time of day is no longer relevant, but only those closest to him really know, even if they don’t understand. The light sometimes goes out. Shona gets defensive after the fact, he says it happens to everyone, he says he just needs a break sometimes. Just a break, which isn’t hard to believe when he comes back with a renewed vengeance, a little more energy than he had beforehand, but still, there’s just always something off. No one’s tired for that long, not if they aren’t sick. Of course, he begs to differ.

Episodes of sadness are bound to happen when you’ve lived such a confusing life, power is a scary thing, but it’s whispered in his mind that perhaps there’s a difference, perhaps something really is wrong. To Shona it seemed that no matter where he went, or how like him the people he surrounded himself with were, he would always have something wrong with him.

Highs and lows are a piece of life, but what separates Shona’s from the rest, and how does he cope when he doesn’t like the answer he finds?

· Attachments make you human, dear. ↪

“What does the idea of losing them make you feel?” Teeth bit down on tongue, mouth not allowing anything too honest, too sentimental to slip past. He felt the emotions well in his throat, dripping off his teeth like snake venom before swallowing them down, eyes drawn neutral, not cold nor warm as the fabricated ideation slipped past his lips, echoing in the air then disappearing. Not everything to come from his mouth was true. “Nothing.”

Love, affection, attachment. Shona doesn’t fear many things anymore, at least not anything he’d make common knowledge, but his discomfort with not only his own but others personal endearments is almost obvious, his hesitation and disdain clear when particular situations arise. Despite this, there’s something hiding beneath the surface. There’s a heart under all the wit and venom, there’s a warmth somewhere in the pent-up emotions and internal power struggle. Somewhere inside of him, he yearns for what he once had, for a genuine connection, a love. He wants more than just sex or friendship, more than useless material things. Despite what he shows, sometimes attention like Farid’s can make his chest stutter, even if only an unnoticeable moment. Sometimes his dreams show him that of intimacy, of desire. These are things he isn’t even consciously aware of, not sure of why he’d want them.

Regardless he intends to keep such things at bay, but it raises a question that he’s not sure of the answer to.

· Sate my hunger or we all starve. ↪

“What do you want from me?” Eyes shone liquid fire, a tongue swiping over sharpened teeth like a cat stalking a mouse, a smile equal parts intoxicating and intimidating. Hypnotizing. “I want everything.”

Greedy, gluttonous, hedonistic.

Those are all words that have been used to describe Shona, to describe his friends, too. Shona is his own definition of self-indulgent, not taking direct orders from anyone and living his life how he wants to as much as he’s able. He stuffed himself full of entertainment and curiosities, probing in people’s minds and lives before wandering away when he finds himself bored of them. Keeping his interest is difficult, but that’s perhaps a part of the charm and mystique of Shona Yul-Jun, it’s part of what draws people in, which pleases him immensely. Attention is a drug of choice as well as a burden, feeding into an ego and toxicity of internal demons and conflicts.

How much is too much? Such a thing doesn’t exist, my dear, at least not yet.

WOULD YOU BE WILLING TO HAVE YOUR CHARACTER DIE?: OH, how my soul aches at the prospect, but I’m entirely understanding of the fact that sometimes.. characters die, and if the plot calls for it, I’d certainly be willing to let it happen.

IN DEPTH

IN CHARACTER PARA SAMPLE(S):

After the Shona fought with the First Army he thought he could never be cold again.

It didn’t just seem improbable, it felt impossible. The cold had dug into his skin, whipped it red until the freeze almost felt like fire, so cold it was burning hot, sweltering. Face shining, skin and eyes screaming as it was beaten into some form of submission. He’d never been so weak, not even as child, barely old enough to truly be considered a person, sitting on the back of a caravan by himself, confused. The one defining trait, what had truly made the battling worse, was that he couldn’t cry in the most literal sense. He’d tried to cry, he actually tried, he had rub his face ten folds more raw, pushed everything to the surface in his panic to try to find a moment of serenity, of peace. His frozen fingers had clutched nail into palm, trying to make it bleed, to feel something other than cold numbness. Confusion. Lost in his own body he hadn’t had any sense of control over his muscles. Maybe it was his own persistence coming to light, his own bitterness. He never did like to do as he was told, and subconsciously he liked to think that might’ve been a part of it, a power struggle. If his muscles couldn’t move he couldn’t keep fighting, he couldn’t do as he was told.

But then, of course, he had. Desperate and lost behind his own body, he’d struck lighting.

He thought of the day more often than he didn’t, to his own chagrin, but he never spoke of it, not even when questioned. He was almost embarrassed, haunted by his past self that held more power than he could muster under usual circumstances. While he was stronger than even before, he was still held at even higher standards, by others as well as himself, because of the instance that happened what felt like several lifetimes ago and the memory of his panic stayed burned into his everyday conversations.

Still, he was still cold.

Shona’s arms were wrapped around his shoulders, something resembling a scowl with a bit more contemplation covering his features. It had been getting late, he should’ve been on his way back to the Little Palace, and yet he wasn’t. Someone was bound to have been looking for him, but still he stayed, sat by himself near the lake, staring into the water and thinking as he sometimes would. He didn’t feel much like talking quite yet, and there was bound to be questions. He had always hated explaining himself, it made him feel much like a child being caught doing something they weren’t supposed to be doing. He didn’t remember too much particularly about his mother, or what life was like before living in the Little Palace, but he remembered one sentence, his father’s favorite. “What do you think you’re doing?”

It was a nasty phrase if you asked Shona, not only was there the connotation of ‘explain yourself’ but there was also that underlying notion that simply said ‘stop.’ It was that phrase in particular that had caused his first outburst, that phrase had brought his power to life, it had made him Grisha. He very much liked having reason to blame his father, considering he’d been the one whom had shown the most disdain. He wasn’t just upset at the realization, he was disgusted, and it was all his fault.

Of course, there’s a certain truth, and a certain lie, that comes with that, he knew that logically it would’ve come to light sooner or later, whether under different circumstances or the very same it had, but there was still something about it that made him smug, sure of himself. He took responsibility in his own mind, and he accepted it, but he selfishly enjoyed the fact that he knew his father would live out his life blaming himself. Bitter is a word that Shona had perhaps become comfortable with over the years. He used to stick his nose up at the prospect, defensive nature claiming that he held no grudges but it was obvious that was a lie. Nobody could hold a grudge like Shona could, get on his bad side and you’ll be made to regret it. However, there was always a forgiving nature somewhere underneath those layers, apologize, repent for your wrongdoings and the bad can be forgotten. He was made protective of himself, but not cruel. He’d learned from a young age surrounded by brothers and sisters that no one could stand up from him quite like himself.

He had been focused, practicing subconsciously and making subtle winds with swishes of his fingers, mind busy with other affairs, goosebumps noticing the chill that was not of his own making. He was getting tired again.

He heard steps behind him, a slow crunch of underfoot and he paused his ministrations, snapped out of his mental prism but not turning to welcome them, instead keeping his eyes focused straight ahead at the water shining in the late afternoon, the last remnants of sun finding it’s hiding place and the moon taking over the sky. He waited.

“Yul-Jun?” A voice rang out, a high feminine one soaked with hesitation. “You’re out late tonight.”

He didn’t recognize the voice like he was sure he should, had no idea who it may be standing behind him, but it didn’t really matter as it was all the same to him. “Yes.” He said shortly, already edging on his defenses. “Why, are you here to try and send me off to bed?” He said, voice not necessarily aggressive but taunting, verging on a scoff.

“No, I just wanted to ask you something..” The nerves in her voice already made it clear it was a question he wasn’t going to answer. He didn’t like hesitation or people who weren’t sure what they wanted. “About last week?” She added, and his defenses were up.

“If you aren’t sure whether or not it’s an appropriate question, it probably isn’t.” He said, tone hard and cold, unforgiving. He could make assumptions about other people, but he hated when they made them about him, it was hypocritical, but as were most of the things he did. Besides, she’d caught him in a bad mood, a reminiscent one, at that. Last week hadn’t been a good one.

He could hear her shifting from foot to foot, the sound the grass was making, crunchy this time of year as opposed to springy. She couldn’t hide, even without looking at her, whoever she was, he was judging her, almost sizing her up. Who was she to ask him about anything? It was none of her business, hell, he didn’t even know who she was.

A long silence stretched, and she fidgeted the entire time. Eventually he stood up, finally turning to face her. He’d seen her face before but it didn’t answer any questions. He looked her up and down, judgmental and offended, before scoffing, unimpressed. “You don’t even believe you have a right to an answer, why should I?” He said, eyeing her for barely a moment more before stepping around her, back in the direction of the Little Palace. The night had lost it’s draw once his trance was broken, however, he did find himself rather impressed that the girl had enough confidence, or stupidity he supposed, to ask him at all. It took guts, something not many people seemed to have anymore.

He mentally noted to find out her name, stifling a yawn as his own feet matted the grass with each step in the direction of the place that was the closest thing he had to ‘home.’

Perhaps it was time to go to sleep after all.

CHARACTER HEADCANONS:

· Shona struggles with Bipolar Disorder. Sometimes his energy is exceedingly high, and sometimes his gluttonous, impulsive nature can surpass even danger and lead to that of a highly problematic nature, and other times his energy is low, so low that he sleeps for days, disappears for stretches of time, remains extremely secluded. He doesn’t talk about the depressive episodes at all, in fact, after they’re over he ignores them entirely, blatantly ignoring any questions that could come from them. He doesn’t quite understand the cause of these mood swings and gets defensive if anyone says anything about them.

· He has a relatively quick temper, but doesn’t get violent as much as agitated. He tends to snap at people verbally, but with a calm, yet increasingly rude, manner. He has a problem admitting when he’s said something too far and doesn’t apologize easily, which can cause conflict in his life.

· Shona is generally a very organized person, he has an ability to keep things well put together and knows where to find what he’s looking for. However, he doesn’t feel any particular way about other people’s disorganization, as long as it doesn’t effect his own things.

· Shona’s loyal to his friends almost to a fault. He’ll defend them in any circumstance, even if it requires playing devil’s advocate, and is very protective of those close to him, though he’d never tell them that.

· Shona’s highly intelligent, but his firm beliefs sometimes get in the way of that. He’s a true debater at heart, and will defend his points to the grave, usually to the point of offending those with alternating opinions. He enjoys arguments, always overflowing with a sort of calm yet cocky confidence and an inability to admit when he’s wrong.

· If you need emotional support, Shona might not be the person to go to, however, if you need real advice on how to overcome an issue, he might be your guy. Shona is much more of a realist than a shoulder to cry on, and he can get out of his own head long enough to help someone if they’re a friend or someone he cares about.

· For someone with such a strongly compulsive nature, he craves a sense of stability. He likes to take others by surprise, do things that are unexpected, but if that’s turned on him he finds himself agitated and even anxious.

EXTRAS:

· Star Sign: LEO

“People born under the sign of Leo are natural born leaders. They are dramatic, creative, self-confident, dominant and extremely difficult to resist, able to achieve anything they want to in any area of life they commit to. There is a specific strength to a Leo and their “king of the jungle” status. Leo often has many friends for they are generous and loyal. Self-confident and attractive, this is a Sun sign capable of uniting different groups of people and leading them as one towards a shared cause, and their healthy sense of humor makes collaboration with other people even easier.”

Attributes:

Positive:

1. Creative

2. Broad-minded

3. Expansive

4. Faithful

5. Energetic

6. Loyal

Negative:

1. Pompous

2. Patronizing

3. Bossy

4. Interfering

5. Dogmatic

6. Intolerant

· Personality Type: DEBATER (ENTP-T)

“An odd juxtaposition arises with Debaters, as they are uncompromisingly honest, but will argue tirelessly for something they don’t actually believe in, stepping into another’s shoes to argue a truth from another perspective.”

“Debaters’ unwavering desire for self-improvement comes in most handy is in their emotional development, as they may actually be willing to work on areas such as sensitivity and emotional communication with their partners.”

“The epitome of Debaters’ friendships is when someone can hold their ground in these arbitrary debates with valid, rational arguments.”

Attributes:

Positive:

1. Knowledgeable – Debaters rarely pass up a good opportunity to learn something new, especially abstract concepts. This information isn’t usually absorbed for any planned purpose as with dedicated studying, people with the Debater personality type just find it fascinating.

2. Quick Thinkers – Debaters have tremendously flexible minds, and are able to shift from idea to idea without effort, drawing on their accumulated knowledge to prove their points, or their opponents’, as they see fit.

3. Original – Having little attachment to tradition, Debater personalities are able to discard existing systems and methods and pull together disparate ideas from their extensive knowledge base, with a little raw creativity to hold them together, to formulate bold new ideas. If presented with chronic, systemic problems and given rein to solve them, Debaters respond with unabashed glee.

4. Excellent Brainstormers – Nothing is quite as enjoyable to Debaters as analyzing problems from every angle to find the best solutions. Combining their knowledge and originality to splay out every aspect of the subject at hand, rejecting without remorse options that don’t work and presenting ever more possibilities, Debaters are irreplaceable in brainstorming sessions.

5. Charismatic – People with the Debater personality type have a way with words and wit that others find intriguing. Their confidence, quick thought and ability to connect disparate ideas in novel ways create a style of communication that is charming, even entertaining, and informative at the same time.

6. Energetic – When given a chance to combine these traits to examine an interesting problem, Debaters can be truly impressive in their enthusiasm and energy, having no qualms with putting in long days and nights to find a solution.

Negative:

1. Very Argumentative – If there’s anything Debaters enjoy, it’s the mental exercise of debating an idea, and nothing is sacred. More consensus-oriented personality types rarely appreciate the vigor with which Debater personalities tear down their beliefs and methods, leading to a great deal of tension.

2. Insensitive – Being so rational, Debaters often misjudge others feelings and push their debates well past others’ tolerance levels. People with this personality type don’t really consider emotional points to be valid in such debates either, which magnifies the issue tremendously.

3. Intolerant – Unless people are able to back up their ideas in a round of mental sparring, Debaters are likely to dismiss not just the ideas but the people themselves. Either a suggestion can stand up to rational scrutiny or it’s not worth bothering with.

4. Can Find It Difficult to Focus – The same flexibility that allows Debaters to come up with such original plans and ideas makes them readapt perfectly good ones far too often, or to even drop them entirely as the initial excitement wanes and newer thoughts come along. Boredom comes too easily for Debaters, and fresh thoughts are the solution, though not always a helpful one.

5. Dislike Practical Matters – Debaters are interested in what could be – malleable concepts like ideas and plans that can be adapted and debated. When it comes to hard details and day-to-day execution where creative flair isn’t just unnecessary but actually counter-productive, Debater personalities lose interest, often with the consequence of their plans never seeing the light of day.

· Temperament: CHLOERIC

“Your temperament is choleric. The choleric temperament is fundamentally ambitious and leader-like. They have a lot of aggression, energy, and/or passion, and try to instill it in others. They can dominate people of other temperaments, especially phlegmatic types. Many great charismatic military and political figures were choleric. They like to be in charge of everything. However, cholerics also tend to be either highly disorganized or highly organized. They do not have in-between setups, only one extreme to another. As well as being leader-like and assertive, cholerics also fall into deep and sudden depression. Essentially, they are very much prone to mood swings.”

· Alignment: True Neutral

“A true neutral character does what seems to be a good idea. He doesn’t feel strongly one way or the other when it comes to good vs. evil or law vs. chaos. Most true neutral characters exhibit a lack of conviction or bias rather than a commitment to neutrality. Such a character thinks of good as better than evil after all, he would rather have good neighbors and rulers than evil ones. Still, he’s not personally committed to upholding good in any abstract or universal way. Some true neutral characters, on the other hand, commit themselves philosophically to neutrality. They see good, evil, law, and chaos as prejudices and dangerous extremes. They advocate the middle way of neutrality as the best, most balanced road in the long run. True neutral is the best alignment you can be because it means you act naturally, without prejudice or compulsion. However, true neutral can be a dangerous alignment when it represents apathy, indifference, and a lack of conviction.”

ANYTHING ELSE? My favorite book is actually Fight Club, which is probably a super basic ass answer, but the novel is just.. so good. Chuck Palahniuk is a force to be reckoned with. ANOTHER NOTE: In this application I did not direction mention or bring up the fact that he is trans but I AM 100% acknowledging and keeping that in, I’m not trying to erase it or ignore it in anyway possible, I can’t stress that enough, I just didn’t find a particular place to put too much information about that in this particular application, as it doesn’t really define him. While yes, he is trans, first and foremost he is a man and would like to be seen as such (as I’m sure many transgender people agree), and I felt that was the more important part to cover. I will, however, expand on the transgender piece in the future if given the opportunity. (I also have questions about how transitioning works in this universe which was a part of the reason I didn’t delve into it quite yet but I intend to talk all that through with you if I’m accepted!)

ANOTHER NOTE from Kat who spent approximately 36 full hours working on this and is now reading it over now:Okay, so, I had an epiphany. The thing is, the way I really see this character is that he’s a lot like who I was before this year. Self-indulgent, bitter, angry, overwhelmed, emotionally closed off, and way too hard on himself and people around him. It’s a hard place to be in, and even harder to get out of. Shona enraptures that perfectly, and it’s strange because the reason I think I was really so drawn to his character was because I looked at him and thought ‘I want to help, I can help.’ Weird, yeah? I don’t know, from the beginning I was just so extremely attached to his character it made my head hurt, the past three or four days since I finally decided to actually apply I’ve sat down at my computer from when I wake up to when I go to sleep, just writing this application. Of course, you’d assume it would be longer, but I mostly kept going back and erasing and re-writing until it all felt just right, at least to me. Even if I’m not accepted, which is entirely fair and just and I would genuinely have no hard feelings (I want to see him in the best hands as much as you guys do, I promise!) I just wanted to say that I had such an interesting and involved process when writing this whole thing, and I mostly just wanted to thank you for giving me the chance to do it at all! Your characters are all absolutely amazing, as someone who admined a group and tried writing that many biographies before, kudos for being able to do it so eloquently. Anyways, sorry, I’m babbling again, I hope you all have a great day and I’m excited to hear back from you!

#raraccepted #accepted: shona

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