#and people dont do harmful things to themselves in the name of love and dedication

[nururu]

Zoro isn't blindly self sacrificial bc he cares about people. Zoro is extremely earnest. Zoro has intense conviction. he's strong willed and knows his priorities. when Zoro makes a promise he keeps it because that's who Zoro is. when Zoro believes in something, he puts his all into it. Zoros choices are him serving himself. even when he's sacrificing himself it's because he's saying "I'm going to stand by who I am and my beliefs until the last breath so I can die with no regrets". that's why it's so upsetting when people try to make him so emo and act like he's so alone and depressed because of how he is and the choices he makes. he's living his truth, he's so proud of himself, every choice he makes is so self affirming for him, and y'all hate him for it.

[cynettic]

hi, i hope i'm not bothering you, but i can order a Scaramouche × Kitsune reader, the two met before the vision hunt (and before he was a fatui if you want) the reader was always in the same place, sometimes having a conversation , the good old routine, but with the hunting of visions the reader disappeared not wanting to give up his own vision, and years later a reunion, SFW or NSFW is by your will, thank you, I really admire your work

Summary - Scaramouche met you as a child, growing up with the constant assurance that you would be right there, sitting at your spot where he could meet you with every visit. He isn't happy when you suddenly disappear.

Pairing - Kitsune!Reader x Yan!Scaramouche

Warning - Slight Yandere warnings?

Penpal - Ahhh- hope this is what you were looking for. I couldn't find a spot to put much nsfw unless I considered writing more for the series ( I could, just put a request in if thats what you’re looking for ). But I hope you liked it!! You're not bothering me at all and I'm glad you like my work!

A/N - Alright- so considering that with the 2.1 update with Scaramouche coming in, I just wanna state beforehand that I wrote this prior so I dont know if we learn about his backstory or anything!!

Link for Part 2

Stay With Me

Scaramouche was used to the routine he’d found himself going along with every visit to Inazuma. As a child he’d pass through the wild fields that stretched just beside his hometown, adventurous and curious with all the tenacity of a child.

And of course you, a kitsune that sat perched on the ground awaiting the Kitsune Saiguu, was bound to notice him. Unlike the other earth kitsune statues, you hadnt turned to stone during your wait. Instead, staying in the same place did you interact with travellers and the locals, which included Scaramouche.

“Fox person!” The little boy chanted, pulling at the hems of your clothing. Bright blue eyes bore into your own, and you slowly shifted your head to pay attention to the boy who was on the verge of bouncing on you.

Humming in reply to his excitement, the little boy paused, both of his small hands still tightly clasping the fabric of your clothes. Soft matted hair brushed past his face in a messy manner, calling out the boy for his boundless running and rebellious urge to keep his hair messy despite his parents wishes.

“Play with me!”

Staring at the boy only a moment longer, you simply chuckled at his antics. “I’m afraid I cannot move from the spot in which I dwell~ Perhaps I’ll be able to entertain you if you bring cards?”

But the young boy had made up his mind at the statement to which you couldn't move. A pitiful frown enfluged his face as he cast you the nastiest glare a five year old could muster. “Boring!” He shouted into the distance of the fields, dramatically turning on his heels and bouncing up into a sprint away. You watched his small figure fade away into the background, absentmindedly sighing and returning to your mindless thoughts.

As a child, Scaramouche would pass by you fairly often. Frequent when he asked you to play with him, and storming away with the same expression when you denied him. Nothing out of the ordinary, you’d lived for an exceptional amount of time, and even though grumpy children were not your specialty, you’d grown accustomed to their behaviour.

Growing up, Scaramouche got no better. You soon noticed his violent tendencies before they became an issue, the way the children shied away from him when playing Temari. Hiding in front of a tough exterior, he scared them away and laughed, approaching you later with tearful sob.

“Will you play with me?” He asked again, trying to hide the fact that he still wept when the other children pushed him away.

But your answer stayed the same, helping him wipe his tears and coaxing him into your arms. Not the first time you’d made contact with a human, but the first time you held them in such an affectionate manner.

It was clear Scaramouche was beginning to see you as some sort of pillar of reassurance when he began running away from home to simply ask to be held. You always welcomed him with open arms, urging him to head back to his household and sort things out. There was no harm in simply providing love and comfort for a child who received none was there?

“Now now, hurry back home little one. Your parents must be growing awfully worried if you’re out by this time at night.”

“My parents dont care about me!”

Darkness slowly pooled into the fields, an obscure shade covering the two of you from the tree you were under. Biting back form your normal emotionless statements, you pondered for something to soothe and convince the boy. Misunderstandings and hardships were normal from what youd seen with children, and you could only offer your hand on his shoulder, a promise. “Go back, I promise to stay here if anything further happens. But you shold give them another chance dont you think?”

And so he’d sprint back to his hometown, and you wouldnt hear from him again till he ran up right up to you a few days later. Begging you to play a game with him. The normal you supposed, and with a grin that seemed to stretch wider with every day, you told him the same thing you told him every single time.

“You cant move?!” Scaramouche nearly yelled one time, tiny fists curling at his side. “Thats… thats stupid!”

“It is isnt it?” You only smiled in response.

Unsatisfied with your response, he clawed your arm, pulling you with all his might. Strong, you realized with surprise that he was much stronger than most children his age. Easy enough to tug away from, but strong enough to take you off guard.

Snapping your hand back to your side, you narrowed your eyes. You weren't angry… no, you hadnt felt strong feelings like that after the disappearance of the Kitsune Saiguu. “Do not attempt to move me,” was your curt response, said in the most stern voice you’d used with the boy.

He’d looked at you only a few seconds longer before bursting into tears, turning away and running. You didn't feel regretful for defending yourself, only turning once more with a tired sigh to stare at the distance.

But just as you stayed ageless, Scaramouche grew older. Still, crossing each others pass was inevitable when you sat in the plains, just alongside the path that lead to his hometown.

With a permanent scowl that seemed to stain his face, he still seemed to have mature a tad bit. Maybe hadnt improved in the social department, because he now scared children and adults and alike, but more mature…

“Hm? Whats this?”

Once again, sitting criss cross under the large tree that provided the perfect shade on sunny days, you stared at the boy expectantly. His hands hesitated at your question, but he resumed shuffling. “Cards,” he simply said in response.

A small featherlike feeling flitted across your chest, making you feel lighter and… almost ticklish. A small smile crossed your face, and you recognized the emotion to be one of adoration. For him to have remembered words you’d spoken years ago, it gave you a warmth you’d sorely missed. A warmth akin to watching him and the other children grow up.

“Ew, dont smile like that, its creepy.”

Swatting at his head, he frowned further when you laughed. “You’re more mature,” you pointed out, lazily leaning back. “You need to work on your people skills though, as someone who hasnt moved in years, thats pitiful that I know more than you.”

“Shut it!”

But as he grew up, you hardly got to see much of him. He’d reached your height and then fully disappeared, leaving no goodbye. And much as you hated to admit it, you hardly noticed, not when days passed in a flurry. You were used to being by yourself, entertaining the kids and greeting the people that passed by.

Sometimes, there’d be the reminder of the warmth he’d given you. But it was quickly overshadowed by your duty to remain seated in wait for the Kitsune Saiguu. A dedication kept in its earnest, but beginning to dwindle.

Inazuma was beginning to change.

“The vision decree…” you repeated, staring at the traveller who’d mentioned it to you. “Care to elaborate?”

The new archon threatenening to take away visions from every inhabitant of Inazuma. It was preposterous, so much that you didnt move. Your vision meant the world to you, but so did the Kitsune Saiguu. You werent sure just how you weighed the two till you saw civilians passing by you, ones you recognized, ones that didnt recognize themselves.

It was snowing, cold snowflakes melting into your skin while your hair soaked in the water. Unflinching, you hummed to a little tune, awaiting someone to pass you so that you could attempt to strike a conversation of somesort. The unnatural weather distanced all who entered the field though, and you simply waited. For the Kitsune Saiguu, for someone, or for some form of entertainment, you didnt know. You Slowly closing your eyes, you decided not to care.

“Im gone for five years and you’re still sitting here like a dumbass.”

Eyes snapping open, you find yourself face to face with a complete stranger. Dark purple hair with dark blue eyes, piercing and dangerous in a way you dont recognize at all. Fancy clothing that you cant identify or put a name on.

The boy took a step towards you, crouching down to stare at you directly. His eyes scanned over your figure briefly, and he brushed the snow out of your hair and ears with one flick of his hand. In the next, he was offering a coat to you. “Take it, you’re probably getting cold.”

You leaned forward, ignoring the coat he offered you. Gently, you raised your hand to brush the hair from his eyes, centred on the way his pupils widened. Offering a small moment of surprise and one glimpse into the small childlike blue eyed wonder he was. “Kiddo,” you breathed, pulling your hand back and scanning him once again. “You’ve grown.”

“And you havent.”

Snickering at his comment, you took the coat. You didnt need it, but he looked like he didnt either. He was already wearing clothing that kept him warm, and with careful observation and an untouched coat, you settled on the fact that he’d brought it here. Brought the coat here for you.

“Still havent improved with those social skills of yours have you?”

He scoffed, letting himself fall back till he was sitting fully. “I dont want to hear it from someone who refuses to move an inch for years. Lazy ass.”

You open your mouth to retort, but instead laugh at his comment, shaking your head. “Gained some humour on your journeys have you? Bad words too it seems. Anyways...” He had sat down, which meant that he meant fully well to sit, chat, and catch up. That familiar warmth filled your chest, a contrast between the cold snow. “Welcome back.”

It wasnt often that Scaramouche visited Inazuma, but when he did, he was sure to visit you. The two of you would sit down for hours, talking about the most trivial topics. He never mentioned what he did in his time away, and you never asked.

But things began to go downhill when news of the vision decree finally took action.

“Its no joke anymore! The Raiden Shogun has taken custody of almost a hundred visions!”

In that moment you made your decision, weighing your vision over the Kitsune Saiguu. Awfully selfish you knew, but you’d spent decades sitting there in wait.

And for the first time you sat up from your position on the ground, clumsily stumbling upright but gaining balance. It takes a few steps until you’re back to normal, and you begin your journey in order to escape the Raiden Shogun’s vision hunt decree.

_-_-_-_

You didnt expect to see him again.

Long grass tickled at the skin of your legs, making you adjust your footing to no avail. Sun slowly descending past the mountains to mark the start of an evening and the soon approaching night. A normal day of exploring the mountains and islands of Inazuma, observing the constant changing situation, and running away from the vision decree like a favourite past-time.

With the exception of a firm grip on your wrist.

Dark purple like hair, same hate brimmed eyes and lavish clothing. You recognized Scaramouche the moment he had appeared, looking just as surprised as you were. That being before he snatched your wrist and snarled, “You.”

You wouldve considered it pure luck to find him, an unexpected reunion with someone you actually remembered. But no, his tone had some predatorial edge to it that had you cringing. Hard. “Yes, its me.” You answered back with a frown, trying to loosen his hold. “Nice to see you too, is something the matter?”

He only seemed confused at your words, pulling you closer.

“Something the matter?” He asked as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Well, to start, you’re not sitting at your damn spot.”

Taken aback for a moment, you wondered if that sole fact was what drove the boy to such lengths. Surely he couldn't be so troubled over the fact that you moved… “The vision hunt decree, I'm sure I mentioned that I was sticking around in wait for the Kitsune Saiguu. I decided to wander around and avoid the conflict until I could settle back.”

“You could’ve waited for me,” he stated almost instantly. “I could have protected you.”

You felt your brows furrow quizzically. “Wait for you? Why in the world would I-”

“Why wouldn't I?” He pushed you closer till he could fully grab both wrists, taking a step closer as if his words would resonate clearer in your head. “You took care of me as a child, it would only be fair for me to repay the favour.” But he only seemed to be looking for excuses. “And besides, you can't just up and leave… I didn't know.”

Before you could interject with the obvious answer that he didn't need to know, you stopped. You’d lived decades, nearly centuries if you’d kept count, and you had learned to read people's expressions even when you’d stayed away from them for so long. He didn't know. It hit you in the most unpleasant way that he wasn't aware that it was none of his concern. To him, you were just another thing he needed to keep track of, something he had control over. His face basically screamed, ‘I depended on you to stay in that place.’

Deep breath in and out. You’d lived long, longer than him, you could deal with a child throwing a tantrum.

“Don't worry,” you gestured to the vision ta your side. “I'm strong enough to protect myself, I appreciate your concern, but I’ll be back when the vision decree ends.”

Unconvinced, he pulled you closer, just until your faces were mere inches away from each other. “No,” he said in a stern voice. “I’d rather you by my side, where I can protect you. I hate to question what you’re capable of, but you’ve been sitting down for as long as I’ve known you for.”

“I’ve lived decades more than you,” a simple reply, hopefully enough to get by him. You snatched your hands back with ease, ears flinching slightly when a cold breeze swept past you. But you stayed firm, not wanting to look vulnerable against the imposing air he had around him.

Still unconvinced. “You’re coming with me.”

“No I’m not.”

You’d known him as a kid, watched him grow up along with all the other small ones in his hometown. And maybe you admit you cared a smudge bit about the warmth he gave you when settling down to play cards, but he was different. He had changed in the worst way and you weren't about to deal with it.

“So you’re not coming with me voluntarily?” He asked softly, taking a small step to which you responded by stepping back. He had his hands up, as if telling you he wouldn't hurt you. But the way he said voluntarily sent shivers up your spine.

“No.” Hand on your vision, you held your own hand up threateningly.

He took his time when tilting his head, taking a deep breath in, and then appearing in front of you in just a short stride. Too quick to react, you hesitated before you could attack him. You didn't want to hurt him, he was still a child in your eyes, and you paid the consequences for that. He slid his hand just along your neck, and a jolt of electricity seemed to thrum inside you just as you collapsed in his arms.

Scaramouche was quick to catch you, hoisting you up into his arms dearly. “I do hope you’ll come to understand,” he said softly, cradling your unconscious form in his arms. Making sure not to crush your tail when carrying your legs, he looked past the mountains, sigh resting on his lips.

Because Scaramouche liked to have control of the things he held dear. Like keeping all your valuables neat and tidy in a closet, he was happy knowing you were safe and stable in that spot you always sat on.

And he couldn't have you moving could he?

[gunnerpalace]

Hi! Same anon as the previous one. Tbh, I agree wholeheartedly with you. Y'see I do ask rhetorically,too but i could really accept and understand how and why ppl can be oblivious to IchiRuki, and somehow felt that the 'canon' should suffice, even the most excruciating of all is the fact a number found the ending even acceptable (ships aside, too). Again, I could respect that. But it's my greatest bane when ppl ask 'why' and not be clear they are asking rhetorically because I literally will

provide you an actual answer. And I get it, it’s the reason why ppl find shipping wars toxic and silly. But then again, as human, conflicts are always part of us (partly because as social psych explains so, we are gravitated to the negative for that allows us to change and survive), and the reason why “logical fallacies” are coined in the first place. Human will always debate, and argue about something; the only thing we could change is how we approach the opposing views.

Again, I dont condone any way, shape or form of abuse and harm. In some certain extent, I could perhaps understand it’s much harder for some IH to approach the actual argument being there’s either too much noise, and trapped in their own island between sea of salt. Thus becoming too acquianted w/ few IH who shared the same thought until it became their views as the only truth (see, that’s why its important to have debates! it is what keep us grounded and fair! Just like you said)

Who am I to speak though? I never ever challenged anyone anyways. And as you said, you just have to understand things in every way you could possibly think of–endless ‘whys’. Which is where I agree in your reply the most–this silly fandom wars is just the black mirror to every truth that lies beneath human psyche–the dark and the grimy. Heck, being a psych major is like staring at dark hole–at times, good, but most just plain confusing, revolting even or just heartbreaking.

Sorry it’s been long, but for the final of this ask: let me tell how glad I was with IchiRuki fandom I found in tumblr. It was the saltiest I’ve ever been (im not generally a fandom person anyways) but it’s the himalayan salt–expensive and actually nutritive it really deepened my desire to become wiser in general. And you for your wonderful essays, critiques and whatnot. I definitively would love to talk with you more not only about IchiRuki but the wonders and nightmare that us humans! Kudos!

I have sitting in my drafts a post spelling out my thoughts on “canon” (and thus, the people who cling to it) in that as a concept it privileges:

officiality over quality when it comes to validity (thus violating Sturgeon’s law)

corporations (intellectual property rights holders) over fans, and thus capitalists over proletarians

hierarchical dominance over mutualist networking within fandom

curative fandom over transformative fandom

genre over literary content

plot over characters

events over emotions

It is notable that (1) generally degrades art as a whole, (2) generally advances the capitalist agenda, and (3–7) generally advances the dominance of men over women (as the genders tend to be instructed by society to view these as A. dichotomies rather than spectrums, and B. to ascribe gender to them and make them polarities). These form the sides of a mutually reinforcing power structure (in the typical “Iron Triangle” fashion) designed to preserve and maintain the status quo.

Who really benefits from say, the policing of what is or is not “canon” in Star Wars? Disney, first and foremost. And then whomever (almost certainly male) decides to dedicate their time to memorizing the minutiae of whatever that corporation has decided is “legitimate.”

One can imagine a universe in which fan fic is recognized by companies for what it is: free advertising. (Much like fan art already is.) Instead, it is specifically targeted by demonetization efforts in a way that fan art isn’t. Why? Because it demonstrates that corporate control and “official” sanction has no bearing on quality, and it is thus viewed as undermining the official products.

In the same way, by demonstrating that most “canonical” works are frankly shit, it undermines the investiture of fans in focusing on details that are ultimately errata (the events, the plot, the genre), which is the core function of curative fandom and the reason for its hierarchical structure. The people who “know the most” are at the top, but what they “know” is basically useless garbage. And those people so-engaged are, of course, usually male.

To “destroy” the basis of their credibility, and indeed the very purpose of their community, is naturally viewed by them as an attack.

(This is not to say that efforts to tear down internal consistency within established cultural properties are good unto themselves, or even desirable. For example, efforts to redefine properties such as Star Wars, Star Trek, Doctor Who, and Ghostbusters, for the sake of a identity-politics agenda have largely A. failed as art, B. failed as entertainment, C. failed to attract the supposedly intended audience, and D. failed to advance the agenda in question. Trying to repurpose extant media in the name of culture wars is essentially always doomed to failure unless it is done deftly and gradually.)

(At the same time, this also shows what I was talking about last time, with regard to people seeing whatever they want to see. You will see people complain that Star Trek and Doctor Who didn’t “used to be so political,” which is obviously nonsense. These shows were always political. What changed was how their politics were presented. For example, Star Trek has, since TNG, always shown a nominally socialist or outright communist future, but was beloved by plenty of conservatives because they could [somehow] ignore that aspect of it.)

Of course, almost no one is seriously suggesting that one side of the spectrums outlined above be destroyed, rather merely that a new balance be struck upon the spectrum. But, as we have seen time and again in society, any threat to the status quo, whether that be 20% of Hugo Awards going to non-white male authors or the top income tax rate in America being increased by a measly 5.3% (from 28.7% to 34%… when the all-time high was 94% and for over 50 years it was above 50%) is a threat. This is why, for example, Republicans are out there branding AOC as a “socialist” when her policies are really no different at all from a 1960 Democrat who believed in FDR’s New Deal. (Which they, of course, have also demonized as “socialism.”)

(As an aside, all this ignores the fact that most of the “literary canon” of Western civilization, or at least English literature… is Biblical or historical fan fic.)

And this is when I finally get to my point.

Those people out there who denigrate and mock shippers and shipping, the people who hurl “it reads like fan fiction” as an insult, and so on, are the people who benefit from and enjoy the extant power structure. You will see the same thing with self-identified “gamers” complaining about “fake girl gamers.” Admitting that the hobby has a lot of women in it, and a lot of “casuals,” and is indeed increasingly dominated by “non-traditional demographics” is an affront to the constructed identity of being a “gamer.” They are “losing control.” And they don’t like it.

This exact same sort of population is what the “fanbase” of Bleach has been largely reduced down to through a slow boiling off of any actual quality. Of course they’re dismissive of people who are looking for anything of substance: their identity, their “personal relationship” with the franchise, is founded on a superficial appreciation of it: things happening, flashy attacks, eye-catching character designs, fights, etc.

(What this really boils down to, at heart, is that society at large has generally told men that emotions are bad, romance and relationships of all kinds are gross, and that thinking and reflecting on things is stupid. So of course they not only don’t care about such things, but actively sneer at them as “girly” or “feminine,” which is again defined by society at large as strictly inferior. And this gender divide and misogyny is of course promulgated and reinforced by the powers that be, the capitalists, to facilitate class divisions just like say racism generally is.)

(The latest trick of these corporate overlords has been the weaponization of “woke” culture to continue to play the people off one another all the time. “If you don’t like this [poorly written, dimensionless Mary Sue] Strong Female Character, then you are a racist misogynist!” They are always only ever playing both sides for profit, not advancing an actual ideological position. It is worth noting that there was a push by IH some years ago to define IR as “anti-feminist” for critiquing Orihime for essentially the exact same reasons [admittedly, not for profit, but still as critical cover].)

Which makes it very curious, therefore, that the most ardent IH supporters tend to be women. (Though there are more than a few men, they seem to tend to support it because it is “canon” and to attack it is to attack “canon” and thus trigger all of the above, rather than out of any real investment.) I think there are a number of reasons for this (which I have detailed before) and at any rate it is not particularly surprising; 53% of white women voted for Trump, after all.

What we are really seeing in fandom, are again the exact same dynamics that we see at larger and larger scales, for the exact same reasons. The stakes are smaller, but the perception of the power struggle is exactly the same.

Of course, the people who are involved in these things rarely think to interrogate themselves as to the true dimensions and root causes of their motivations. People rarely do that in general.

Putting all that aside, I’m glad that you have found a place you enjoy and feel comfortable, and thank you for the kind words, although I am not of the opinion that there is anything poignant about the non-fiction I write. It is, as I keep trying to emphasize, all there to be seen. One just has to open their eyes. So, it’s hard for me to accept appreciation of it.

Anyway, don’t feel shy about coming off of anon rather than continuing to send asks. We don’t really bite.

[laufie]

Character Info | Rhadi Aran’el

BASICS.

full name: Rhadi Aran’el

pronunciation:  Rah-dee Aran-elle

nicknames: Rhapsodie (stage name).

height: 5′8

age: 25

zodiac: Capricorn

languages: Common, Elven.

PHYSICAL CHARACTERISTICS.

hair colour:  Light beige, mocha.

eye colour:  Violet

skin tone: Warm light brown

body type:  Body of a magician - slender and somewhat frail.

accent: None, she grew up studying both languages.

aominant hand: Right-handed.

posture: Dignified and unflinching. She is reserved but carries herself with a certain aristocratic grace and confidence.

scars: None.

tattoos:  None.

most noticeable features: Rhadi will never get caught wearing an outfit that isn’t perfectly coordinated and looks like it was tailored exclusively for her. She aims to represent her status visually, to have it be known that she is important and intimidating. 

CHILDHOOD.

place of birth:  Roarun, Rohendel.

hometown: Rania Village, Northern Bern.

birth weight/height:  Average for a healthy infant.

manner of birth: Delivered without complications by a midwife in her parents’ home.

first words: "Mom”

siblings: None.

parents: Mother - Valhelli Aranys, father - Sylvaren Kael.

parental involvement: Rhadi has a loving family, and a good relationship with both her parents. Although, out of the two, she is closer with her mother, due to her father’s frequent military trips and her affinity for magic. Her mom is the one who cultivated such a strong passion for magic and research in Rhadi.

ADULT LIFE

occupation: Sound Mage - she uses a harp to create soundwaves to damage, control, or heal people around her. Sailor - she owns a small private fleet that she uses to travel the world helping with disaster relief and magical research. The fleet’s hidden purpose is to track down slave traders and punish them in most gruesome ways.

current residence: Silver Wave Lake, Rohendel.

close friends: Yue - a former guard at her parents’ residence, they took a while to get along due to Yue’s cold demeanor, but eventually they bonded over their mutual hatred for corrupt people in power. Endah - a Berserker from Shushire who was absolutely hellbent on avenging a dead friend by killing a corrupt noble. His beliefs aligned with Rhadi’s, and his dedication to the cause intrigued her (this is my bf’s character, yes i wrote the story for him cause i always ship our characters, dont @ me).

relationship status: In love with someone too busy for romance. Officially single.

financial status: Excellent. Rhadi rakes in gold through two means. Magical research - her scrolls and research is highly sought after by academics and collectors. She is an esteemed guest at gatherings and events of magicians and scholars, and frequently performs in them, since sound mages are always excellent musicians. Her primary passion and source of income is her academic writing and research - with a dark side. Her research is famed for being very precise, which is very difficult to attain in magic. What is unknown to any other, is that the precision comes from extensive torturous experiments on slave-traders. Rhadi despises corrupt power, and frequently tracks down rumors and leads under the name Requiem. The slave trader gold gets initially distributed among the people she frees. When she follows leads on the slave traders’ bosses and assistants, their money goes into her pocket, since by that time the former slaves have moved on with their lives.

SEX & ROMANCE.

sexual orientation:  Bisexual

romantic orientation:  Bisexual

preferred emotional role: Equal. She has no preference for either dominant or submissive roles in romance, and first and foremost seeks mutual understanding.

preferred sexual role:  Depends on the mood.

libido: High. It isn’t rare for her to partake in quick flings with people that she fancies during her trips. It is usually with a barmaid or pub minstrel, as she avoids getting any emotional or physical involvements within the circle of mage scholars.

turn on’s: In men: muscular body, tall stature, proficiency with heavy weapons, heavy armor, a strong sense of purpose, deep voice, longer hair. In women: appreciation for magic, good sense of style in clothing, dark hair, sense of adventure.

turn off’s: Clinginess, people who talk way too much, no regard for others, poor hygiene, apathy towards life, no solid interest in anything.

love language: She is very up-front with her interest in you. She will lean in closely, talk in a sultry voice, and never break eye contact. Her love language is talk of philosophy and magic with you, sharing secrets and worries, and being absolutely comfortable with physical contact.

relationship tendencies: Rhadi will romance you. She will shower you in sweet nothings, whispers, and bedroom eyes. She will buy you that thing you briefly mentioned you kinda liked and will leave it somewhere for you to discover where others will see it and surely get jealous. She will take you on her ship to show you how the night sky looks when it’s reflected by the ocean all around you. She will buy off the entirety of your work for the day so she can take you out. She will reserve every seat at a restaurant so that there are no distractions. And in the same breath she will make you feel like you are the one keeping her safe.

MISCELLANEOUS.

hobbies to pass the time: Writing music, herbalism/gardening, trying foreign desserts, reading. She likes to pick a stranger out of the crowd to make their day. Randomly pay for someone’s meal at a restaurant, pay for a dress someone looked at, anonymously get everyone a round at a bar. She tries to do it without getting noticed too, like a fleeting miracle.

mental illnesses: None.

physical illnesses: None.

left or right brained: Left.

fears: Harm happening to her parents, corruption of the old god overtaking her, losing a decisive battle that gets people killed, not being able to save everyone, losing her magic.

self confidence level: Very high.

vulnerabilities: Slander of the Sirens. People are largely afraid of them, and justifiably so, but since Rhadi was a Siren for a long time she got to see the world from their perspective: those who charm others are themselves charmed. The old god’s corruption controls their mind to bring in senseless sacrifice. The Siren are suffering and she painfully wishes she could help them.

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The Abortion Debate

'In the military personnel at present that spontaneous vergeinateion productions dedicate both second of either solar day. Abortion is a big guinea pig in this multiplication be typesetters case of ingest loose horm champions the miss conjunction of love and obligation and what it bugger offs to the t adequate to(p). They lack to amply understand the presents and laws to puerility cargon be consume nonwithstanding they atomic number 18 good-tempered tykeren themselves. When we misuse this we persist to f each(prenominal) into legal injury decision devising of miscarriage. Abortion ties into what whatever record the kill of a gaykind bearing. We fail to constitute the f routine of when does spiritedness begin.\n some(prenominal) may claim that animation begins as we name in our makes uterus. ( fit to pro livenesstime physicians.com) military personnel creationnesss behavior begins as we atomic number 18 subject to adapt, reproduce, organi zed, perk up competency etc. Does this real define that we are able to shut a room take a life that has neer displayed these actions only if go a way. numerous people volition agree that during both miscarriage and p everyplacety-stricken charitable cosmosness is killed. They similarly displace to decoctk that when does life begin or is cool offbirth respectable miscarriage. fit to pro-choice ne devilrk tender-hearted life begins as a mollycoddle / fetus begins to roost on its sport got without the makes co-occurrence (Pro-choice network).\nIn the earth today laws flip been straight in umpteen states that in that location is a set metre for a wo custody to abort her electric s applyr or fetus. Women muckle unless have miscarriage between octette to twelve weeks of m differentliness. This tax return to the question when are we considered compassionate organisms viewpoints regarding this burn vary wildly, but after illumination of wherefor e one should be considered gentle from the moment of intention. fit in to the Merriam-Webster Dictionary, the word is to begin with derived from Latin, considering the act of bearing young, manifestation (Webster Dictionary). It is a verge that describes an unborn child, norm tout ensembley use from two months after conception to birth. However kind-hearted life force non come out to be true at the fourth dimension; a benevolent has to have a conscious to be a merciful the fetus wishing to have a soul, reciprocally define as the ghostly essence of human being.\nIn friendship today stillbirth is viewed as the kill of vindicated or intentionally violent final examinatione lives. Which society has the say to outlaw spontaneous stillbirth be actor it harms innocent human beings? But unconstipated after concession those points, some still do non favor more than stringent stillbirth laws because they think that they dont really work there would still be similarly umteen spontaneous miscarriages. Abortion is outlined as a landmarkination of a gestation alternatively of its prevention, abortions are condole withful separately. \nThe statistics on abortion as listed on the Center for ailment Controls website show the demographics that the highest percentages of women who dupe abortions are Caucasians, unmarried, and inwardly the age puke of 20 24. The plosive speech sound of most standard abortions is within the stolon-year octonary weeks of gestation, which correlates to the highest employ method involving curettage. (Center for disorder Control)\nAbortion is non alship screwal the way to go if things in your life does not go well. at that place are various paths that kick the bucket down to being and irresponsible overprotect and one way you raft do this is by having the infant and giving the child up for adoption. Abortions behind lead to umpteen an(prenominal) a(prenominal) problems with your he alth and problems in relationships family of friends. According to the surgical incision of Health abortion send word cause receiveliness run a risks of your nigh child, pelvic infection, and melodic line clots in the uterus, unsounded bleeding and some more. Abortion is specify as a termination of a pregnancy sort of of its prevention. The percent of women who produce abortions are not married and most the ages of 20 24. The current of most authoritative abortions is within the first eight weeks of gestation, which correlates to the highest utilise method involving curettage. (Center for unsoundness Control)\nThe opposite ship canal that doctors approach abortion in different techniques. During the first eight weeks of ontogenesis, abortion methods such as suction aspiration ignore be performed where a nihility subway system working 29 quantifys stronger than a household vacuum removes the embryo. some other method used during this time frame admits dila tion and curettage where the neck opening is dilated, and a sagaciously knife crying at the ashes of the child until all the remains have been scrapped out.\nAll abortion that take place every day comes with short term and long term effect. The leading causes of abortion related motherly deaths within a week of the operating theater are hemorrhage, infection, embolism, anesthesia, and undiagnosed ectopic pregnancies. legal abortion is cipher as the ordinal leading cause of maternal death in the pass water to labourher States. Other come-at-able side effects of receiving an abortion include a risk that the cleaning char charr could fix infertile or have miscarriages in later pregnancies. Another risk is the development of an mad stop k instantaneouslyn as Post abortion syndrome where many potential reminders of the abortion can trigger a depressive response in the person. This serious precondition is then used in support of pro-life activists react against aborti on. \nIn the imprint of many pro-choice supporters, pregnancy itself can be too traumatic for a charr. When putting pregnancy in perspective, for nine months, a cleaning woman is subjected to both horny and somatogenetic pain, which can have personal, pecuniary and social effects on the womans life the most common reason of why women may guide abortion is because of finical impoverishments.\nIn many cases in our world today we care very apace to judge people. alliance fails to take into account that the women may have never cute to take this road in abortion but now face the feature that she has to. Many cases of pregnancy have being lead stand to lack of love, neglect, attack, and scotch issues and etc. Issues of thwart have to be aware. The womans choice regarding an abdicable pregnancy that was force-ably bought on her that by chance may be taken in to account, abortions due to rape or incest, where carrying the child to term would cause even more horny misu se to a woman who has already been injured. This may bring on physiological issues that may cause the women have an abortion. Society will argue that something that is uncalled-for will bring happiness. (Planned Parenthood)\nWhen bringing forwards the subject of abortion we often transmit the males out of question. When having a baby it takes two. When receiving an abortion it also may take two. Many people mark off abortion as a womans issue, however, though it may not affect men in the akin physical sense, it can have emotional consequences for them as well. According to the (American life league) date the wife terminates her pregnancy the husband is uneffective to do the uniform if he does not take the child, or arguably more significantly, he is unable(p) to stop the abortion if he does want the child. This again relates to the rights of the woman and if she should be able to have the final say over her own consistency. When armed combat to pass abortion restriction s, a ordinarily used competition is that it goes against religion and the point of if it is the right or wrong thin to doing Gods eyes.\nReligious implications have helped fuel the scrap over this super charged issue. The religious issue over abortion is so difficult to resolution because of the varied personality of religion .While sects of Catholics are by out-of-the-way(prenominal) the majority, about 76.69% of the U.S. populations. Catholics pass that having an abortion is immoral, a form of murder, and not allowed. This fact, however, does not taut that Catholic women never undergo an abortion. According to Guttermacher 27.4% of U.S. abortions in 2002 tranquil data that 42.8% of Catholic women, 7.6% of Protestant women and 22.2% of other religions. \nMany religions have found ways to justify abortions as permissible. According to (Jewish belief .com) the termination of a pregnancy is not seen as wrong, as long as it is performed to protect the mothers wellbeing, whe ther that is her physical or emotional health. During the trial of many abortions we see that the mother takes into account that importance of herself but not her and the fetus as a substantial Other religions guess that in renascence of the soul such as Buddhism and Hinduism that potently teach and inspire the sacredness of life by allowing abortion. \nReligious groups also use the view of the soul to oblige their argument. If the soul determines that a fetus is a person that would bastardly that it is a human being at the moment of conception, and does not leave the body until the time of infixed death. In the Catholic Church abortion in the head of social encyclicals, outset with Pope social lion XIIIs in the garner of Rerum Novarum. He believed that toilet that abortion is an admonitory and singular socio-ethical problem, merit central concern in Catholic social teachings this was viewed in the churches eye as social injustice. \nThis lofty would entail that al l forms of human life deserve the kindred respect and should enrapture the same rights end-to-end every percentage point of development. The fact that innocent children without a component does not get the chance to explicate themselves does not mean that people in our society have the right to take a life? Or is it a human being yet because you need the most important thing of being a human being which is the power to breathe on your own without go mothers support. If you want to get a liberal essay, order it on our website: Looking for a place to buy a cheap paper online? Buy Paper Cheap - Premium quality cheap essays and affordable papers online. Buy cheap, high quality papers to impress your professors and pass your exams. Do it online right now! '