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inky-duchess · 5 months

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Fantasy Guide to Ambassadors

How do different kingdoms negotiate when there aren't any phones or Microsoft Teams available? How can one government let another government how they feel? How can one monarch deliver an insult or compliment to another? Ambassadors, of course.

The Role of Ambassadors

Ambassadors are representatives of a government or monarchy who live in another country and communicates with their host nation on behalf of their own country. Ambassadors are there to make sure that their country's needs are met and that their host nation remains a friend - or at least they are there to remind the host nation of why it's a good idea to be friends.

Ambassadors tend to act as eyes and ears of their government/monarch, reporting back on all the goings on in the country they have been assigned. They can tell their boss the local tea, what the political climate of their host nation, who meets with the head of state and who doesn't. The Ambassador is there to pass on messages from their master and receive messages directly from the opposing head of state.

How to Ambassador Successfully & Not Start a War

The Ambassador must at all times be respectful toward their host nation. They must abide by their customs, behave themselves, act always in a professional manner and guard the information they handle with care and their lives. Ambassadors are welcomed into the country with a private audience with the head of state, wherein their references are accepted and their role is formally acknowledged. After this, they may only approach the government or monarch by appointment or after being summoned. Their boss would communicate their wishes and words to them and it would be up to the Ambassador to pass these things along, albeit more skillfully and more diplomatically.

The Perks of Being an Ambassador

Ambassadors can live at an official residence called an embassy like today or they can reside at court. They can take their families with them if they choose and are usually paid to establish a good sized household. Ambassadors are usually rewarded with honours and titles, if they are successful in their post or after a long posting. Ambassadors can also be awarded orders and honours by their host, along with places of honour for their family if they reside within them.

Ambassadors are usually welcomed and treated with great respect (if their country is an enemy, they are still treated well in hopes that things don't esculate). Ambassadors are invited to most important gatherings, included in the celebrations at court and spend much of their time at society events (i.e. intelligence gathering). Ambassadors can also get rich on their work, they could sell out their country's secrets to their host nation or even accept bribes to pass on false information to the boss.

The Downsides of Being an Ambassador

Ambassadors do have to leave their homeland for their job, this can mean a long posting away from family and from their own people. Ambassadors can be blamed for rifts or bungled international relations. They may even be accused of taking bribes or being corrupted. Ambassadors could also face being spied on, particularly in a nation that is hostile to their nation. Ambassadors can also be the target of violence from their country's enemies or the focus of emnity by the host nation itself. Very often in times of war of political turmoil, an Ambassador can be expelled from the country. When you're the symbol of a nation and you're in reach of enemies, you are in considerable danger (though it's not recommended to kill an ambassador, it's sort of against the rules).

Who can be an Ambassador?

Ambassadors are usually found amongst the nobility or within government. They are usually chosen by:

Pedigree: The better kind of person you send would mean a bigger compliment to the people the country want to make an ally. Sending a Duke would be a great compliment while sending a simple government official might be seen as an insult. To offer somebody high-ranking is to signal you trust the nation.

Skills: Communication skills are key. Knowledge of the languages and customs of the nation are required. Any ability for espionage, good social skills and a likeabilty would be recommended too.

Political Affiliation: Ambassadors are mouthpieces for their masters. It is generally smart to chose somebody who shares or endorses your view on politics. For example, you wouldn't send an Ambassador hungry for war to a nation you want to make peace with.

Loyalty and Uncorruptability: If you're picking somebody to speak for you and handle very sensitive information, you will chose somebody loyal to you and somebody you trust not to be led astray by the other nation or spies.

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crystalclear97 · 3 months

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and why should I deny what's all at once so crystal clear?

as usual, I hope you like it 🤍

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annawayne · 2 months

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wiirocku · 3 months

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2 Corinthians 5:20 (ESV) - - Therefore, we are ambassadors for Christ, God making His appeal through us. We implore you on behalf of Christ, be reconciled to God.

#2 Corinthians 5:20 #we are #ambassadors #for Christ #making #His appeal #through us #implore #behalf #reconcilled #to God

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illustratus · 8 months

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Brutus Listening to the Ambassadors from the Tarquins

by Louis Lafitte

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cpericardium · 1 year

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#wormblr #my art #wormwebserial #parahumans #wildbow #ambassadors #accord #citrine #just a thought i had

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jisookimlove · 5 months

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BLACKPINK with the KING CHARLES III and The President and First Lady of the Republic of Korea at Buckingham Palace in London 🎖

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mimiwrites2000 · 5 months

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‘stop saying my name like that’

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She looked around the room, as if she wanted confirmation from anyone or anything around her, to confirm that what she was hearing was true. Her eyes darted at the bookshelves, at the wooden chairs, at the photo frames, at the bottle of wine on the desk— but they didn’t speak, they just watched her bleed out.

‘I can’t do this anymore.’

He said to her.

‘It’s not working.’

He said to her, not waiting for her to say anything.

‘What do you mean?’

She asked him, and he sighed, taking in a deep breath, reciting the answer he had long memorized in his head for when she would ask that question.

‘We are broken, we are both broken beyond repair—’

‘But that was the whole point, we would heal together, we would heal each other.’

She interrupted him, getting up from her chair and walking towards him, towards the chair behind his desk in that small room on the boat.

‘We will heal together, I will heal you and you will heal me, isn’t that what you told—’

‘That was long ago,’ he interrupted her, ‘that was so long ago.’

‘It hasn’t been a year—’

‘It is a long time,’ he closed all the openings in her face. ‘I was a different person, you were a different person as well.’

She blinked, once, twice, thrice, the tips of her finger fidgeting with the golden band around one of them.

‘But we…’ she tried to say anything, but her tongue tangled in her mouth, and pushed against the roof of her mouth.

‘I…’ he hesitated, getting up from his chair. ‘I know this is not what I promised.’

‘So you are very aware of what you are doing?’ Annie asked him, ignoring the half empty bottle of wine on his desk.

‘I’ve been… thinking about it, for a while, and we are only ruining each other.’

Annie almost asked him if she was ruining him, but she stopped herself, because that was exactly what his words meant.

She was ruining him.

Annie shook her head, ‘I know we are broken, I know, but you’re not supposed to run.’

‘Annie—’

She shook her head, because he called her by her name, he renamed her as Annie, the endless months of my love blown away in one word.

‘You are not supposed to run, I am the one who runs, I am the one who hides, Armin, not you,’ she told him, ‘you can’t just… you can’t do this, we see each other everyday, we are both ambassadors, we work with each other, how are we going to live like this?’

‘I will try to stay out of your sight as much as I can,’ he told her, ‘I will stay away, I promise.’

‘Don’t promise!’ She said, her voice a few notches higher, ‘don’t give me your empty promises!’

‘Annie,’ he called her name, another stab into her chest, ‘I… I promise.’

‘I am sorry, he told her, I didn’t want to let this go on for much longer.’

‘Why?’ She asked him.

‘Because stretching it out it would only make it harder—’

‘No no,’ she interrupted him, ‘why?’

He paused, only for two seconds, until he understood her question, then his answer came out fast and clear. ‘I don’t want to live like this for the rest of my life.’

But he meant something else, and even if he didn’t say it, Annie heard it loud and clear; ‘I don’t want to live with you for the rest of my life.’

He cleared his throat, ‘We’re not doing each other any good, we’re only hurting each other.’

‘You don’t hurt me’ she retorted, but then his words sank in, deep, until they laid on the bottom of her consciousness.

I am the one hurting him.

‘Right…’ she said, taking a step backwards, the first step she took out of his life, ‘right…’

‘I am so sorry,’ he said, reaching out with his hands, but she flinched away.

She never flinched from him before, not when he kissed her for the first time, not when he touched her for the first time.

‘Alright,’ she told him, taking another step backwards, her eyes looking at everything in the room but his eyes, because her sight was getting blurry with unwanted tears, and she didn’t want to see his dry eyes.

‘I’ll… I will go,’ she told him and turned.

She opened the door and stepped outside, but before she closed it, she waited for three seconds.

She waited.

One

Two

Three

But he never called her, he never told her to stop, to come back, that he was wrong—

It never came.

So she closed the door, and went back to her room.

She sat on the edge of her bed, her heart yelling in her ears, and her lungs inflated with so many things to shout, with so many things to let out.

But she didn’t do anything.

She sat on the edge of her bed, the clock on the wall ticked.

Tick

Tok

Tick

Tok

Tick

Tok

Her fingers itched, she wanted to thrash at that clock and stop its arms, to stop time from moving, to stop the world from turning, to freeze time and place and life and everything, because how dare life go on when her chest hollowed with an empty void?

How dare life go on when her heart stopped beating in her chest?

How dare life go on when her ribcage shrinked on her lungs, suffocating her?

She got up, and on the dresser, a small velvety box waited for her.

They didn’t even get a chance to tell their friends.

She picked up the box and flicked it open. She took off the golden band from her finger, placed it in the box, and before she let herself sit back down again, she flung the door open and went out.

Her feet took her to his room, a path that had her feet print dented in it, a path she could take with a blindfold over her eyes.

She stood at the front of his door, and she thought about leaving the box there, on the floor, but no, she must finish what she started.

She knocked on the door three times, and in almost no time, she heard him say come in.

She stepped into his room once again, but she didn’t bother closing the door behind her.

She noticed his visible rigid posture hung over his desk, and she almost asked if he was alright, but pulled back the rein and instead, placed the box on his desk.

‘You didn’t have to give it back…’ he said.

‘I don’t want it,’ she told him.

He pressed his lips together, and then he swallowed. His lips parted to say something but she interrupted him.

‘I never should’ve trusted you, not with my body or with my heart or with anything.’

‘Annie—’

She raised her hand, ‘I was healing, I was starting to heal, I started to enjoy waking up in the morning, I started finding a reason to wake up every morning, but you broke me, you broke me beyond repair.’

He shook his head.

‘And you,’ she continued, ‘should have never wasted your life waiting for me in that basement, and I should have never expected anything from you.’

‘But I don’t regret it—’

‘And I don’t care what you regret or not, because I do regret every moment I spent with you, and I… wanted to give you all of my time, even though I had barely a few years to live.’

Annie continued, ‘and I regret it, I regret it so bad, I regret believing you, and I can't… believe you're doing this to me!’ She no longer controlled her voice; let everyone on that boat hear her, let everyone know that they were crumpling, piece by piece, with every word coming out of her mouth.

‘I don't understand–’

She interrupted him, ‘Yes you do! Or no, you don't! And I know you don't understand!’

Armin sighed, getting up, placing the velvety dark blue box on the desk, and Annie noticed the level of wine in the bottle was lower than before.

‘Annie, please, don't make this harder than it is.’

She shook her head, ‘you're such a liar, a cunning, manipulative liar–’

‘Annie–’

‘–and I see you lie everyday to others, behind podiums and in letters, all you do is lie and yet I believed you, I believed in you, and I believed everything you used to tell me.’

He took a step forward, hesitantly, watching Annie's reaction, carefulif she would flinch again. ‘I meant everything that I used to say.’

‘Liar.’

‘I meant it when I wanted to live the rest of my life with you–’

‘Liar.’

‘–I really did mean it! At that time, I meant it!’

‘You're a liar, you're such a liar,’ Annie took a deep breath and retreated two steps to the door. ‘I hate you,’ she told him, ‘and I hate myself for hating you, but I hate myself more for thinking we had a chance.’

She glared at him, then his image swayed and blurred. Spots on the carpet darkened with every tear dripping down her chin.

Drip

‘I hate myself for not seeing this coming,’ she sniffed and wiped one of her cheeks with the palm of her hand. ‘I knew you didn't want to be with me anymore, I felt it, I felt it in your hands, and I felt it each time you kissed me; it felt like you were doing it just because you had to.’

Armin shook his head, ‘That's not true, that's not true, I meant it, everything, I meant it, I really did, please Annie.’

‘Stop saying my name like that,’ she wiped the other cheek with the back of her hand, ‘you’re not bothering yourself with any risk, you're too scared to lose anything.’

‘Annie–’

‘Do you even have anything left to lose?’ She asked him, but she got an answer of silence. The waves outside lulled the boat to sleep, under moonlight, under the endless stars.

Annie left that room, leaving so many things within those four walls, her shoulders lifting up with all the weight left behind. She got to her room as light as a feather, as light as the day she was born.

She didn't give herself a chance to sit by the edge of the bed, instead, she immediately climbed onto it, kicking her shoes off, and wrapping herself with the blankets.

The night was cold, maybe a little bit colder than usual, or maybe it was just her, or maybe the tears on her face made chills of cold coat her body, maybe it was the shaking of her figure that made her fight for her breath.

He usually paced the room if he had a lot of thoughts thrashing in his mind, instead, he sat still behind his desk, watching the void black sea from the small circular window. He didn't bother getting a cup for the wine, he merely sipped it right from the bottle, until the bottle got too light that it slipped from his sweaty grip.

It fell on the wooden floor in a loud thud, then it rolled on itself several times, before it came to a halt, before it swayed again with the boat’s rockabye.

He closed his eyes.

He took a deep breath in.

No, that wasn't right, he couldn't do it.

He couldn't do it.

He got up, leaning on the desk until his sight stabilized and didn't sway anymore, then he left his room, and walked to her room, a room he knew way too well.

He stood in front of Annie’s door, his heart skipping a beat and shuffling through the next three, but despite it, he raised his hand to knock on the door.

Then he stopped.

Soft, low sobs wafted from the room, like snakes that smoothly wrapped around his body, one by one, warm and soft, until they squeezed, bit by bit, leaving his bones crushed and his lungs with everything but breath in them.

His hand hesitated.

Then he let his hand fall beside himself again.

He stood in front of that door, listening to silent cries, until the sun peeked from behind the vast blue horizon, announcing a new day, a new life.

Armin turned and went back to his room, an abandoned velvety dark blue box waited for him on his desk. He opened it, the tips of his fingers delicately picked up the circular golden ring; still warm from her hand.

This is for the better.

This is the best for both of us.

Forgive me, Annie.

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author’s note:

Happy 1st of December!

I am sorry for writing this, and I’m sorry for sharing it But hey! I have over 20 stories about these two being in love!

I’m just sad, and seasonal depression is hitting hard, all at once, sooooo this is one way to cope… I guess?

#Aruani #armin arlert #attack on titan #armin x annie #shingeki no kyojin #annie leonhart #fanfiction #Angst #Hurt no comfort #break up #ambassadors #post canon #A very sad story #Don’t blame me #blame seasonal depression

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otmaaromanovas · 1 year

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May I know about alexei's anecdotes from stavka?

Hi there! Of course! Lots of funny ones here, and some touching ones too.

Alexei spent a lot of time with the foreign ambassadors, playing with them outside and sitting on on their lunches. He seemed to be a great favourite with them, and definitely made HQ life a lot more fun. These ambassadors were from France, England, Japan, and further afield.

There are also these fun and cute videos of Alexei at Stavka with Joy, playing with her. See them here. There are lots of videos of Alexei at Stavka, quite a few of him looking at the camera, pointing to it, and smiling, as well as playing and spinning around.

He wrote in letters to his mother often about Joy and the cats that were at HQ, and playing in the woods.

'Stavka, 9th December 1916

My dear Mama.

Yesterday we again went into the forest and played at the robbers, it was very jolly. As usual I had the pony. The snow is now very deep and the trees are quite covered too, so that we often get a shower of snow as we go under them.

With much love from

Alexey'

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John Hanbury-Williams, who was head of the British unit at Stavka, had as good relationship with Alexei and wrote about him fondly in his memoirs and diaries, that can be read here. Sadly, Hanbury-Williams' son died in combat, and he wrote about how Alexei came and found him in his room and sat with him so he wouldn't feel lonely after receiving the news.

'20th December 1916. I heard the news of death of my eldest son, which was not unexpected. I was in the ante-room next the Emperor's before dinner, when, being alone, the little Tsarevitch came out of his father's room, ran up to me and sat next me, saying : ' Papa told me to come to sit with you as he thought you would feel lonely to-night.'

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Alexei also got up to a *lot* of mischief!

From John Hanbury-Williams:

14th November 1915. ...As I was talking the little Tsarevitch, who is full of fun and mischief, came and grabbed my coat-tails, somewhat upsetting the dignity of the business with his father, to whom he is devoted...'

'20th May 1916. The Emperor leaves for Odessa to see two newly formed divisions, and we have asked him to bring back the little Tsarevitch, who is a great favourite with us all, and a most happy-natured, attractive little fellow'

10th July 1916. The Tsarevich is here and in great spirits. He dragged some of us off after lunch in the tent to a round fountain in the garden which has porpoise heads all round it, with two holes in each to represent the eyes. The game was to plug up these holes with one's fingers, then turn on the fountain full split and suddenly let go. The result was that I nearly drowned the Emperor and his son, and they returned the compliment, and we all had to go back and change, laughing till we nearly cried, a childish amusement no doubt, but which did one good all the same.

'29th November 1916. After lunch to-day had a regular football scrimmage with the little Tsarevitch, who was in wild spirits'

A letter from Nicholas to Alexandra: "[I] have come in from the garden with wet sleeves and boots as Alexei sprayed us at the fountain. It is his favorite game […] peals of laughter ring out. I keep an eye, in order to see that things do not go too far."

For more letters between Nicholas and Alexandra, you can check out this book - it's fab!

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Pierre Gilliard, the children's French tutor, wrote about how he and Alexei would go off on car rides throughout the countryside during the day, although on one occasion the car was surrounded by peasants excited to see the heir. You can read more from Gilliard here.

There is also a fun anecdote from Sydney Gibbes, the children's English tutor, about Alexei grabbing a pair of scissors and hiding behind a curtain before cutting off a chunk of his hair, but I think this was before teaching at Stavka.

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And here are some fun photos of him at Stavka, for good measure :)

Albums showing Alexei and his sisters having fun at Stavka can be seen here:

Tatiana's 1916 album - just a warning some of the earlier pages has photos of operations and injuries at the hospital

Anastasia's 1915 - 1916 album

Nicholas's 1913-1916 album - these have the best photos

I hope this was helpful!

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artverso · 1 year

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Travis Charest - Ambassadors

#Travis Charest #ambassadors

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graffic17 · 7 months

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It's weird how none of Accord's Ambassadors besides Citrine are ever mentioned after Behemoth's attack on New Delhi.

Jacklight, Lizardtail II, and Othello. None of them are ever acknowledged after the time skip.

Maybe they died or they left the Undersiders behind for other work, but with how needed and rare healers are I find it strange that Lizardtail isn't even acknowledged once.

#worm #worm web serial #worm parahumans #worm spoilers #accord #ambassadors #the ambassadors #accord's ambassadors #othello #jacklight #citrine #wormblr #undersiders #here's hoping they survived gold morning #would be neat if they were mercs now #worm thoughts #graffic talks

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mylovelyhyunjin · 7 months

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230919 StrayKids are at a Tommy Hilfiger event in Seoul.

Hyunjin

#SKZxTommyHilfiger #SKZAsiaAmbassadors #stray kids #straykids #hyunjin #hwang hyunjin #hwanghyunjin #hyune #lovestay #lovestay boy #kpop #skz #fashion #pretty boy swag #ambassadors #family #happy #cozy

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evilhorse · 10 months

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War is always unnecessary

#legion of super heroes #Anton relnic #United planets #ambassadors #the dominion #dominators #war #foreshadowing #maybe #the future #30th century #paul levitz #greg larocque #dc comics #comics #80s comics

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annawayne · 3 months

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AruAni Week 2024 Day 7: Free Day

#aruani #attack on titan #armin arlert #annie leonhart #annie leonhardt #shingeki no kyojin #aruannie #digital art #illustration #my art #aruani ambassadors #ambassadors #decade: 1930s #1940s #decade: 1940s #winter #winter fluff #art

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officialyourdailyinspiration · 11 months

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Ambassadors for Christ

19 It was God [personally present] in Christ, reconciling and restoring the world to favor with Himself, not counting up and holding against [men] their trespasses [but cancelling them], and committing to us the message of reconciliation (of the restoration to favor).

20 So we are Christ’s ambassadors, God making His appeal as it were through us. We [as Christ’s personal representatives] beg you for His sake to lay hold of the divine favor [now offered you] and be reconciled to God. — 2 Corinthians 5:19-20 | Amplified Bible Classic Edition (AMPC) Amplified Bible, Classic Edition Copyright © 1954, 1958, 1962, 1964, 1965, 1987 by The Lockman Foundation Cross References: Psalm 32:2; Isaiah 27:5; Malachi 2:7; Romans 4:8; Romans 5:10; 1 Corinthians 13:5; 2 Corinthians 6:1; 2 Corinthians 12:10; Ephesians 6:20; Colossians 1:20; Colossians 2:9

#God #reconciliation #ambassadors #Christ #2 Corinthians 5:19-20 #The Epistle of Second Corinthians #New Testament #AMPC #Amplified Bible Classic Edition #The Lockman Foundation

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basiliskfree · 2 years

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Summery of The Aniryu

The Aniryu as a Species are of great curiosity to the Ambassadors that first found their planet. Mostly in how similar they were to the last sapient species they had found Humans. Both are warm-blood, furred and feed their live-born young milk. Both are highly Social, highly cooperative and dangerous.

Above is a Group of Carriers from the same “Hive”, which are similar to females in Humans. Though unlike them, only the largest most socially dominant female reproduces, having litters of 6-20 larva. The amount seems to be dependent on how long the “Queen” has been in position for; older queens having larger litters.

Curiously there are two other Castes of Carriers, A Tool Carrier and a Work Carrier. The smaller Tool Carriers often were spotted walking bipedally freeing four limbs to delicate tool making. The Work Carriers are larger and have the same two arms, four leg body plan of the Queens, there seems to be something that keeps these females from reproducing though, as despite the caste seeming to still couple with Bringers not larva where seen carried in their tails. .

Once the Larvae Pupate, they enter a second state of adolescence. Their newly skin covered forms are spotted unlike the adults. they can matured to any of the castes within there sex.

Bringers are similar to the Human male, they are much smaller than Carriers and much more common at want seems to be a 3 to 1 ratio. This small size is likely due to the fact all bringers Fly, their lower legs modified into wings of skin and a colourful chitin scale. It seems the Castes are not as different in form as the Carriers, though the largest seem to have brighter colours and fluffier antennae. These where seen mostly around Queens so maybe the reproductive members of the sex.

It’s common to see the Bringer riding on top of the carriers, gripping the long hairs there to stay in place. They also rarely are seen alone, the Ambassador reported only a handful of cases were one one bringer was seen even though Carriers were commonly seen alone. In most cases of a lone bringer it seemed to be in distress calling out loudly and leaking water from its eyes. “Crying” is another thing they share with Humans, being the only two aliens known to our archives to do so.

They have been classified as a No Contact species that matched their sister Sentients Humans. Both species being too dangerous, they have only just started traveling to their moon so it’s unlikely that this will become a problem. As such species tend to kill themselves off before they can find the interstellar community themselves

Summery by:

Third Xenobiologist of X’viokwecckixa Arcive, Sapients division, Ti’lloky’mnn. Current Study ID “Human” Tiffany.

#Pilot Light #Aniryu #long post #speculative biology #ambassadors #worldbuilding #OCAliens #Finally settles on how the Aniryu will look #also watercolour is so fun

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