#tw war crimes

[blackvelvetofnight]

just learned about the ginkgo trees that survived the nuclear blast in Hiroshima

you cannot kill me in a way that matters

#gingko tree said fuck you fr. thrives #tw war crimes

[18thcenturythirsttrap]

(X posts shared by @ahmedeldin on Instagram)

Netanyahu's trying to promote the story that this was an unintentional strike. Don't believe it. This was done to prevent lifesaving aid getting to Palestinians.

#israeli occupation #israeli crimes #world central kitchen #wck #palestine #gaza #palestinian genocide #tw genocide #tw bombing #tw murder #tw war crimes

[intersectionalpraxis]

I think that if you think killing 10 million Congolese people through forced labor, mutilation of the limbs, starvation and disease isn’t as bad as the holocaust you just think the lives of Africans are worthless [@/ AntifaCatraa on X.]

Reducing the Nazis to the level of an average colonial empire is absolutely disgraceful. They were uniquely evil. Europe didn't just collectively decide to pin Germany to a cross and put all their sin upon it! The Holocaust was the worst single event in human history! [@/ randrmm on X.]

These are some of the following responses on X that I would like to share as well:

These were some of the responses on the previous X post I would like to add here for further reflexivity and analysis:

And this one especially:

I would also like to add that someone else commented about how white people and a lot of European countries and those with imperialistic and colonialist violence in their histories; do not want to talk about/address the atrocities they committed against and continually enact upon communities around the world. As stated here, this is not an 'Olympic' of who historically and currently are experiencing the worst oppression and violence against settler and colonial militaries and governments, but to say that 'yahzees' are a special 'kind' of evil erases and minimizes the horrific injustices many communities and people have faced since the dawn of time.

#feminist #feminism #social justice #free palestine #free gaza #free sudan #free congo #war crimes #tw violence #tw death #tw body mutilation #crimes against humanity #colonial violence #colonialism #settler violence #history #western imperialism #tw war crimes

[screamingfromuz]

People have tried a few approaches to get through to you. I'm going to try another. Why do you think this attack was such a surprise in Israel but not to anyone else on earth? When I ask people I know IRL (In the UK) about this, they say, "I'm shocked by what Hamas are doing but what did Israel expect to happen?" Outside Israel it's clear to everyone that the Gaza Strip situation was going to lead to something like this. You've known about Gaza your whole life, you've know that situation was festering for decades, so why the surprise? How did you think this would end?

i'm emotional, so you won't get a good well researched and structured answer, but an emotional ramble. but you don't want a well researched and organized answer, you want me to cave in call israel a monster colonizer and praise the "brave palestinian freedom fighters". fuck you. or say something you can use to prove how bad all israelis are and how good all palestinians are.

do you know what happened back in the 90s when the news of peace talk broke? the amount of attacks against Israelis grew, the death toll grew. in the four years after the accords the death doll doubled. Palestinian authorities celebrated that "israel gave so much without getting back like fools" and "the only good thing that came out of the accords was the intifada".

so I turn the fucking question to you? what is Israel supposed to do? who are we to talk to to reach peace? or should it dissolve? turn power on my life to people who stated they would like to kill or expel all the Jews? give more resources to a terrorist group? you saw where they put the money they get.

why the fuck do you think Israel exist? because we learned that we can never be free nor safe to be ourselves under the control of others. do you know that between 1948-1951 about 300000 MENA Jews became refugees? and the only reason nobody cares is because Israel took them in, while the whole arab world was happy to leave the Palestinians to rot. do you want a fucking list of every atrocity that was made during this conflict? because both sides have a very long one and the big difference is that Israel fucking won the 1948 war!

and of-fucking-coarse we knew something big was gonna happen! it was in the news for months! people have been screaming at the assholes in charge for so long! it doesn't make it less horrifying! it doesn't matter that we knew that Hamas are stealing all the recourse to make missiles and are going to take advantage of the chaos in israel, it doesn't matter that our extremists are feeding their extremists, cause IT DOESN'T MAKE IT FUCKING RIGHT! we knew Hamas will do some horrid war crime but didn't want to think that people will take whole cities hostage and kidnap and murder hundreds! nobody wanted it to become a fucking war you piece of condescending shit!

we wanted the sane people of both sides to take over and work together! we were hoping to use the near municipal elections to get people who support cooperative living in to the city councils so we can change stuff for the better and fight the anti peace movements of both sides! and maybe gain enough power so in the next parliamentarian elections we will get some decent people that would kickstart the peace process and support palestinian communities into the cabinet! do you know how hard we worked to support Israeli-Palestinian lists for the municipal races? how much effort is put by people to try and make things better?

so i'm gonna ask you again, what was Israel supposed to fucking do?

and If you say "to stop existing" I want you to know that you just exposed yourself as a supporter of genocide.

#israel #jumblr #ישראבלר #palestine #ישראל #antisemitism #I do not support all of isral's actions #but sometimes you have to understand why those choices are made #i am so tired #some of you are just... #stupid #tw war #tw war crimes #refugees #tw genocide #8/10/2023 #steal swords #2023 war

[starlight-bread-blog]

Katara made it very clear that she never ever wants to see Yon Rah again and most of the Zutara fandom supports that decision of hers.

So I guess the possible downside of Katara choosing to marry Zuko means sharing Zuko's burden of reforming and rehabilitating depraved war criminals like Yon Rha and all those who are even worse than him.

Then there's this whole thing with Aaron Ehasz imagining Zuko being Azula's Iroh and she reforms in that way along with my and a few other's ideas of Aang showing her how open and master her own chakras. Speaking of Iroh, does anyone remember his ruthless and brutal 600-day siege anymore? There's no way he'd avoid dropping bodies that whole time.

Looks like Katara will ironically be taking Aang's advice about forgiveness after all but I don't think it'll be necessary for Katara to look for Yon Rah again and say so.

What do you think?

Tw: War crimes, genocide and nazism.

Disclaimer: I don't know what actually happened post canon. I tried to look on internet forums and it seems as the topic wasn't addressed in the comics. For this answer, I'm going under this assumption.

Sorry for not getting to this sooner, life got busy and I didn't want to give some half assed answer to such a delicate topic. There's a lot to comment on so I'll break this down step by step.

"Katara choosing to marry Zuko means sharing Zuko's burden of reforming and rehabilitating depraved war criminals"...

The fire nation commited atrocious war crimes, leaving them with with many war criminals. War crimes are more than punishable. If it were real life, neither Katara or Zuko would have to reform and rehabilitate any of them.

An example of this would be the Nuremberg trials after WW2. Even recently, in 2022, Irmgard Furchner (an 98 year old women) faced a trial for being a secretary of a concentration camp (to put it lightly, she was very much a murderer). No one is getting away with their actions.

I read the relevant section from a Red Cross's document titled "Analysis of the punishments applicable to international crimes (war crimes, crimes against humanity and genocide) in domestic law and practice". (The section being "States’ obligations under IHL to prosecute and punish international crimes").

I found something interesting. (ID in alt text).

*Grave breaches are more serious, vile violations of humananitarian law. Everything above applies to "genocide and crimes against humanity".

If Katara were in a position of power in the Fire Nation, not only would she not have to reform anyone, she also might get to help with the trials for them.

"Then there's this whole thing with Aaron Ehasz imagining Zuko being Azula's Iroh"

I don't know about his plans for Aang's other ideas, so I can't comment on them. What I did find was a short thread of his. And after reading it, I maintain that – like most ideas – his vision can work with sensitive execution.

Azula was still very much a 14 year old victim of grooming when the series took place. Her brother can help her through her redemption under one condition – the desire to be better should come from her.

He shouldn't sit through any mistreatment whatsoever. He'll guide her through a path he already went through, but she has to walk with him. Azula needs to be safe for Zuko. Only then, redemption would be possible.

"does anyone remember [Iroh's] ruthless and brutal 600-day siege anymore?"

The difference between Iroh and Yon Rah is what they're up to now. In the present Yon Rah is just some guy living with his mother. Meanwhile Iroh took back Ba Sing Se from Fire Nation colonizers.

Yon Rah isn't out here fixing his mistakes, he just got off scot-free. On the other hand, Iroh is a changed man and took action to correct his past on the same scale.

At the end of the day redemtion isn't Aang's idea. It's one of the major themes of Atla. It wants to show that people can change and grow. So it does. Zuko changes, Mai changes, Ty Lee changes, and Iroh is their future.

He tried to conquer Ba Sing Se, and now he took it back from conquerors. He was the worst of them all, and now he's unrecognizable. He's warm, wise and sweet. There's a meaning to it.

That doesn't mean that war criminals in the current day, scums who made no affort, will get away with their crimes. That doesn't mean Katara would have to go through the mental torture of reforming her colonizers.

That is it! I hope I didn't come off as aggressive, I didn't mean to. Thank you for the ask, sorry for taking me forever to write this, and have a lovely day!

#zutara #zutara meta #zukoxkatara #zuko x katara #kataraxzuko #katara x zuko #anti kataang #anti maiko #ambassador katara #anti anti zutara #pro zutara #tw nazism #tw war crimes #tw colonialism #tw nazis #tw genocide #uncle iroh #iroh #azula #the southern raiders #aaron ehasz #zutarian #zutara was robbed #zutara analysis #zutara nation #asks #asks open

[hasellia]

Okay apologies for hopping on tag trending train but I have an important request.

If you don't know about the history of Aboriginal genocide in Australia, watch this program.

It's a very very hard watch but one that is important.

If you're outside of Australia, make sure to set your VPN to Aus. You may also need to set an acount for SBS but it's free viewing.

I would also recomend most of SBS's docos through NITV, as they're the National Indigenous broadcast station.

A little update on the warnings before I forget. I'm a little pressed for time so this is from my DM's with someone I've shared with.

I just wanted to give a heads up that the show contains footage of a mourning ceremony (with the grievers's permission from what I remember). There is also a segment where stolen remains are returned to their families but there is no appearence of the remains themselves on screen. From what I can tell/remember these scenes are treated with care and gravitas but I don't think I can be the one to say whether they were treated appropriately. Anything on colonialism is a hard watch, but this doco particularly follows on the unglamourised brutality of the frontier wars as well the lack of recognition on the wars from the Australian government/military and from the wider Australian public. That's on me for not disclosing that properly in the post.

#tw brutality #tw genocide #tw war crimes #Indigenous culture #Aboriginal australia #Aboriginal #documentaries #Australia #australia #colonization #colonialism #doco #docos #the frontiers wars

[leverage-ot3]

not going to give the blog any attention or time of day but this is your reminder that the leverage crew would never be zionists or support israel whatsoever

I wasn't going to engage with it because I value my mental health but yeah. absolutely fucking NOT

y'all really think that this group of people that actively go out of their way to go against the rich and powerful, who make it their goal to help people that are oppressed, devalued by society and taken advantage by those more powerful would at all EVER align themselves with israel? bffrrn

I'm going to go off for a few paragraphs about why this is such a horrendously ridiculous and delusional idea, but I'm not going to clog up your dash so it's going under the cut. I want to respect people who already participate in activism and need fandom space for lighter things

tw for discussion of the atrocities and war crimes happening in palestine

over 25 THOUSAND innocent people have died as a result of israeli terror the last few months alone. over 10 thousand children. entire family lines have been erased from the world forever- grandparents, parents, children, grandchildren all martyred, often together as they are sheltering from bombs and bullets until they are murdered by soldiers that laugh as they shoot and detonate bombs.

you really think that eliot 'I adopt every child I see' spencer would support a regime that let a child stay trapped in a car where her family members were martyred, not let paramedics in for days and then when they finally let the paramedics approach they kill both her AND the EMS? you think he would stand with the government that arrests children as young as 6 years old for *checks hand* being terrorists (because what fucking 6 year old is a terrorist let alone any kind of national threat. they're fucking SIX). that snipes children for throwing rocks at tanks and their apartheid walls

he and all of them would weep at the picture released the other day of the little girl handing from rubble with her legs blown off.

all of them would be horrified of the bombardment that has murdered tens of thousands of innocent civilians, women, children, men, elderly alike with no fucking care. that shoots people with their hands up waving white flags. that bulldozes graveyards and digs up bodies and probably steals organs from they dying and deceased. that bombs hospitals, governmental and archival buildings, mosques, churches, holy sites, schools and universities. whose soldiers have a trend where they go through women's underwear drawers and make lewd comments about their lingerie and how kinky they must be. who make tiktoks of them playing in decimated playgrounds and signing their children's names on bombs. who force parents to collect pieces of their children in plastic bags because they have been blown apart by relentless bombing. who shoot a grandmother holding a child's hand. who murdered a woman that dared say that she was older than the 'state' of israel.

the fact that you're posting this as israel relentlessly bombs rafa, the place they were told would be the only safe place to be, where 1.6 million people are living in tents living off animal feed because no sufficient humanitarian aid (if any) has been let through

these people that advocate for comeuppance and exposing wrongs would not support a regime that actively targets and murders journalists and their entire families.

you really think any of them would actively support a genocidal sociopathic government? fucking delusional

to a certain extent, I know that people want to keep fandom and advocacy spaces separate and I acknowledge and relate to that- when we are logged on every moment of the day we sometimes need to take breaks and engage with something else for our mental health. I need that too. and there is a very thin line when you try to apply fandom to current events because in all honesty, making headcanons about how your faves would react to X horrendous event can come off as extremely tone-deaf. I get you love your blorbos (I do too!), but actual people are suffering and it can come off as disingenuous to a lot of folks when you try to talk about your characters instead of the very real harm that is going on. HOWEVER, the other account posted in the leverage tag that the crew would be zionists and started that discourse and since it was already out there in our space I wanted to make sure that people know that this blog does not support that whatsoever.

and before this gets misconstrued: antizionism is not antisemitism. I have a lot of love for my jewish friends and followers, but saying that we can't be critical of war crimes and incessant aggression because it is a jewish state is fucking ridiculous. we should be able to hold any and all governments accountable when they do bad things (this absolutely also means I think we should hold the US accountable for enabling them and I live here. every country that is complicit needs to face consequences). saying that israel is exempt from criticism because jewish people deserve a right to a homeland isn't a great take. I completely understand fear of antisemitism and discrimination, but at some point we have to think critically and acknowledge that people are dying by the thousands and standing up for that and calling out atrocities takes precedence. jewish voices for peace has some really good content about this topic

anyways there's a random blog out there posting about how your faves are zionists splattering their rancid sponge and I want to make sure my stance on this subject is very clear: fuck israel, free palestine, and no one is free until everyone is free

#i got really fucking angry and this was kind of cathartic but honestly i'm just really fucking tired of this shit #thank u digitaldiscipline for talking me out of reblogging it with a response because that would just give the blog more undeserved attenti #free palestine #palestine #gaza #anti zionisim #fuck israel #fuck isntreal #leverage #leverage redemption #your fave is NOT a zionist #tw war crimes #also raf 'splattering their rancid sponge' is such an iconic phrase thank u for sharing that w me #I'm not going to talk about my real-life activism for privacy and security reasons but I regularly interact with people from jvp #and they are super awesome and lovely and courageous people #i really respect them. they are treated so awful in my area when we have protests at city hall from local rabbis. it takes a LOT of courage #ALSO there is a lot to be said about eliot as a character and how he isn't the best person but for the sake of him loving children i wrote #it that way. also hardison would be disappointed in you for supporting israel #mine

[unhingedkorean]

The embassy of Israel in Korea posted a "what if Hamas terrorized Seoul" video, and it is absolutely ridiculous. "Imagine if this happened to you." L M F A O we don't have to imagine, people who lived through Japanese colonization are still alive. We get it drilled into our head that Korean War never really ended and it could restart any time from elementary school.

And Israel IS the aggressor right now. I know the war crimes inflicted against Palestinians is no laughing matter but this video and Israel is a fucking joke.

The original video was taken down, but here is a news coverage about it. SBS (major Korean media outlet) makes sure to cover Israel's attack against Palestinians as well to show how hypocritical it is. (There's attack footage in the video)

I know Israel is trying to PR their way out of war crimes but they picked the wrong fucking audience.

Solidarity with Palestinians.

#free palestine #tw war crimes #Youtube

[fromorigintofinality]

i dont post on here a ton but i gotta say the growing attitude on tumblr that voting in the US is somehow useless is really concerning.

just recently i saw this post that was basically making fun of people saying that voting was the way to change the system, and that's just.. wrong? like seriously, how do you think roe v. wade got overturned? its because despite everything, republicans are smart voters and now how to play the long game.

but leftists as of late have lost that quality i feel. instead of advocating for people to vote, they advocate for some "revolution" they think will solve everything. among the people in the post mentioned earlier being glorified as revolutionaries were mao zedong and stalin, and when asked why the poster was glorifying these horrific figures, they said, "yes. Mao freed my family and stalin defeated the fascists. Get with the program sugar"

do you notice anything about that? do you notice how it sounds like the way a child describes the world? "stalin defeated the fascists" like he's some hero who defeated the evil horde of thieves? the way things like the red guard, struggle sessions, all of that, are completely ignored on the side of Mao? how this person, despite having a trans flag in their pfp, is ignoring how the utterly homophobic state of the Chinese government at present is the fault of Mao? how they ignore horrific things such as the Gulag on side of Stalin? this person cannot think, and the only way they believe that the world can move forward is a revolution, and revolution's don't work when the people advocating for them do nothing.

maybe one could argue that this was just a one off type of thing, and that all of the thousands of people liking and reblogging this post are just weirdos. but whether or not thats true, this growing sentiment of praying to a revolution that will never come is indeed growing. and its not just like these people stay in their lane, they actively encourage and probably will cause people to not vote.

so i want to remind everybody. elections are not a moral choice. joe biden is complicit and actively funding a genocide, but not voting for him, third party or not (if you still think third parties are viable please look into the history behind them), will make it more likely that trump will win, and that things in palestine and other things that joe biden has failed in will get 1000x worse. candidates in elections are a bus stop to the real goal, and treating them as such is smart voting, republicans proved this with the overturning of roe v. wade.

please do not be selfish. this last bit may seem out of nowhere, but i need to say this. this type of thinking is selfish. it is selfish and almost impossible to detect as such for the people who believe in it. if you are the type of person who believes in this style of thinking, you have created a completely arbitrary moral code, and care more about your conscience than real political change. you believe yourself to have completely good morals that are universally good, and for the consequences of following these morals, you don't consider the real change that will occur, just your conscience and peace of mind. as for what happens because of that moral code, you will always find a way around looking inwards to how you contributed.

this election season may be the most important yet, please learn to take the practical route instead of the "pure" route.

#free palestine #palestine #israel #gaza #free gaza #israel palestine conflict #tw war #tw violence #tw war crimes #current events #us politics #us presidential election #voting #socialist revolution #anarchy #anarchism #leftism #socialist #revolution #vote #us elections #please vote #american politics #communist revolution #genocide #from the river to the sea palestine will be free #ceasefire

[spop-romanticizes-abuse]

saw someone say that catra and horde prime aren't comparable because, and i quote, “catra killed ZERO people (except for angella but that's debatable) while horde prime killed THOUSANDS of people”.

let me ask you this: how many people did horde prime kill on screen? none. the show said that he killed thousands of people but he definitely did not succeed in killing anyone on screen.

catra partook in all of the attacks led by the horde, she led most of them herself, in fact. you're stupid if you think that not a single person died in those attacks. newsflash: people die in wars.

and she caused angella's death on screen. it's not just someone telling us vaguely that angella died, we see her sacrifice herself. even if she didn't die, she's “gone”. she didn't come back at the end of the series and all the characters accepted her death.

just because the creators couldn't mention the word “death” in their show directed towards kids doesn't mean that the character didn't die. horde prime and catra are exactly the same, except catra committed more atrocities than prime on screen and still got forgiven.

#spop critical #spop salt #spop #spop criticism #spop discourse #she ra #anti spop #tw war crimes #tw war mention

[howtofightwrite]

Why do some armies, militias, or rebel groups commit war crimes at much higher rates than others? If you're trying to go beyond designating good guys and bad guys by authorial fiat, what are some of the fail-safes you'd want a fictional armed faction to have to minimize their My Lais as much as possible?

So, an important warning on this, I'm mostly writing this off-the-cuff, and I'm not doing a lit review at all. So, if you're looking at this as a scholarly work, please consider this a rough draft at best. Also, somewhat obviously, the subject matter here will get pretty dark.

Unsurprisingly, TW for war crimes, and terrorism. Though, I'll try to keep this clinical.

The short answer is multiple factors with no individual one ever being universally true. I'm going to break down war crimes and atrocities into two general categories: Planned and Unplanned. This is because these spring from distinct factors.

There is another possible dichotomy, distinguishing between war crimes of action, and technically illegal behavior, such as the use of munitions or weapons that are legally prohibited, but are not directly associated with any atrocities. Examples of the latter could include deployment of chemical weapons against valid military targets, or even military buildups in violation of previous armistice treaties. For example: the Bismarckand Tirpitz were floating war crimes, simply by existing, and violating existing treaties (I'm not 100% sure which treaties off hand, and the legal status of these battleships is a little more complicated than I'm suggesting.) In general, I don't think this is what you're looking at, but it's worth remembering that war crimes cover a much wider range of topics that just atrocities committed against civilians.

Planned atrocities are intentionally executed by the faction, these are often deliberate strategies employed by those organizations. This can include things like terrorist attacks, or deliberate targeting of civilians and civilian infrastructure to demoralize enemy forces or the civilian population itself, these can also be employed to erode public support for ongoing military actions. Of course, in some cases, the deaths are the primary goal, and any effect on morale is incidental.

Unplanned war crimes and atrocities occur incidentally, often as a result of failures in the chain of command.

This isn't a strict dichotomy, a group may have policies or strategies that can lead to war crimes through insufficient discrimination (in this context, discrimination refers to the concept as it exists in Just War theory/doctrine, which is to say, discriminating between civilian and military targets.) For example, a faction who intentionally bombards military targets in a civilian population center (read, a town or city) would probably fall more on the unplanned side of the spectrum, in contrast to a faction who simply firebombs the entire city.

When it comes to planned atrocities, ideology is probably the biggest factor to consider. Particularly how their ideology regards the people they're killing. This can take a few really horrific turns, but if you have a group with no regard for human life, and no concern for international law, then you're likely to start seeing war crimes coming fast and heavy.

It's easy to simply designate these groups as, “the bad guys,” but that really undersells how subversive some of these thought processes can be. Unfortunately, the line between terrorist and freedom fighter is a question of perspective, and even groups you'd normally be sympathetic to may be responsible for some horrifying acts, which they justify to themselves by othering their victims. (Usually this othering is based on religious, ethnic, or political affiliation. Though, it can be any combination of the three.) A group of rebels may not have any qualms about “collaborators” getting caught in their attack, even if those people are considered guilty by simple proximity.

A classic examination of this is Battle of Algiers (1966), it's an excellent film, and absolutely worth the watch if you've never seen it.

Unplanned atrocities and war crimes can often lead back to two compounding factors: discipline and morale.

Discipline comes with a massive, “citation needed,” sticker, because it's not completely predictive. Nominally, well disciplined armies can engage in unplanned war crimes. Some of this ties into the second factor, morale, but some of it is independent of that.

Some of the difficulty with discipline is opportunistic crimes (such as looting), which can then spiral out into worse atrocities. In these cases, you're looking at the individual discipline and morale of each soldier combined with a lot of contextual factors, but that doesn't translate smoothly into a generalized model.

The simple model would be that low discipline forces are more likely to engage in opportunistic crimes. They're more likely to evaluate their current situation in relation to how it can potentially benefit them, and when you combine that with the chaos of war, it is a recipe for unplanned atrocities.

Morale is a little more complicated than discipline. In theory, troops who are suffering from low morale  are more likely to engage in unplanned atrocities. (While it's a gross oversimplification of the background factors, this is an apt description for the Mỹ Lai Massacre. Nominally disciplined soldiers, suffering from flagging morale, who incorrectly identified the villages' civilian population as collaborators, and started murdering people.)

However, in practice, morale can be a double edged sword, low morale creates a real risk of soldiers ignoring orders for personal gain, or engaging in illegal behavior out of desperation, however, a sharp increase in morale can also result in lapses leading to criminal activities. The primary example of this would be victory looting (which is a war crime, in case that was unclear.)

In theory, morale and discipline should slot together fairly cleanly to create a single spectrum, but the reality is a lot messier.

In the case of many irregular groups (such as militias, resistance groups, and rebels), the actual forces will be a coalition of different groups that may not see eye to eye on things. In this environment, it's basically impossible to effectively police the different factions within the group. And, unfortunately, history shown that these kinds of coalitions tend to purge their less radical members as they consolidate their power. (The only case I can think of where the radical and terrorist elements were shed by the more mainstream factions would be the IRA. In almost every other case, victory filters for the most ruthless.)

Importantly, coalitions like this tend to be regarded as a single entity by non-members, with the actions of each individual group reflecting on the coalition as a whole. The major exception here is with advanced analysis, where someone who is very well versed in the political or strategic details may be able to explain the different groups and how they fit together. But, for general public opinion, the coalition may as well be a single faction.

Coalitions like this are almost certain to have members who have no qualms about civilian casualties, either due to indifference to collateral deaths, or by identifying civilians as acceptable targets. This can cause problems for these groups as they alienate less radical members of the population. In extreme cases this can even result in recruiting difficulties, and the terroristic elements can cause problems for any peaceful negotiations with outside powers.

These terroristic elements, and atrocities in general, can bolster support against a faction. In some cases, these radical elements can become more of a detriment to the coalition as a whole than its real foe.

If you're hoping for a way to prevent this, there really isn't one. These kinds of coalitions are, “opt-in.” Worse, some radical elements are likely to spin up from existing members. In theory, these internal radicals can be a discipline issue, but in some kind of rebel group, they really won't have the resources to fight a war on multiple fights, especially not against themselves while their, “real,” foe is hunting them.

Radicalized organizations (whether they're part of a coalition or not) are also dangerous to their, “allies.” This is because they can provoke an escalated response from their foes. In many cases, if a group has proven that they're willing to deliberately target civilians, it will provoke a more severe response from their foes. That can come in the form of simple retaliation strikes, or could result in enhanced security and greater scrutiny. Finally, these organizations can provoke the emergence of radicalized organizations among their foes. For example, an renegade rebel cell with no qualms about civilian casualties could become the justification for an authoritarian regime's military to create death squads and deploy them in territory that the rebels operate in, taking a scorched earth approach.

While it's not frequently discussed in fiction, cultural differences can also result in, unintentional hostilities, which can also provoke escalation. At the very least, this can provoke resentment against foreign forces, which ensures that any rebel group would have a continual supply or recruits.

So, the original question you asked was, “how do I avoid this?” And, unfortunately, the answer is, “you don't.” Wars are horrific and messy, and unfortunately, the only way to avoid these kinds of horrors is if everyone agrees to, “play by the same rules.” In an asymmetrical war (such as with a rebellion or resistance), that's not possible. The, “legitimate,” government wouldn't view the rebels as a legitimate military force, and if the rebels operated openly they'd be arrested and executed. From there, the fuse is set.

-Starke

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[innerunderrain]

Harbinger of Misery [Yan! Capitano x Saintess! Reader]

Harbinger: something that foreshadows a future event; something that gives an anticipatory sign of what is to come.

Warnings: Yandere implications, mentions of war and deaths, separation from family, abuse of power, brief description of gore, manipulation, infantilizing behaviors, mentions of wounds and blood, brief description of deceased animals, minor animal death, dark themes.

Word count: 5.8k [Longest writing I've done so far]

Small prompts taken in the same au as: The Sloth [Yan! Columbina x Saintess! Reader x Yan! Capitano

A man of Pride [Yan! Scaramouche x Saintess! Reader]]

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A melancholy autumn breeze that was a foreboding harbinger of winter fluttered high among the lodgepole pine trees.

You squinted at the treetops as you peer into the pitch-black sky, hoping to catch a glimpse of the migratory birds that would soon take flight for a new temporary home while they awaited for the winter in Snezhnaya to pass by. Perhaps Mondstadt? Although you have never been to Mondstadt, your mother has always spoken favorably about the country, offering you the impression that it is always filled with a brilliant sky and hummingbirds.

As opposed to the lingering coldness within your country.

In an effort to stay warm despite the cold weather, you swiftly wrapped your mittens over your flushed hands as the wind howled into the sky and caressed your face.

"[First Name]! It's time to come in! It's getting late."

From the sanctuary of your own dwelling, your mother's shrill voice called out to you, pleading with you to hurry back inside. You grumble and turn away from the foreboding forest, but not without pausing and throwing a brief glimpse its way, hoping to catch sight of something interesting.

Snap.

You sprout up in surprised at the quick crackle of a twig as you peer into the woods in an endeavor to comprehend the sound. Perhaps it's a wild animal? But the only thing you could see within the forest was the pitch-black expanse that was covered in tall pine trees, seemingly rather omnious more than usual. You hurried back to your cabin, feeling a little uneasy but attempting to dismiss the newfound paranoia as just being nothing.

It's plausible that you're just a little worried about the impending winter. You were born and reared in a nation where the long, cold winters were the norm, yet you never really adapted to the cold. You've tried more than once to persuade your parents to sell their business so they can relocate to a warmer nation, but all they would say was that the inn was a family-run business that had been in operation since their great-grandparents' time.

The remainder of the evening went rather smoothly; you enjoyed your family's meal and assisted your mother with the dishes. Before bed, you were able to run a nice bath, which left you feeling rather refreshed as you flop onto your mattress and get ready to retire. Yet every time you closed your eyes, the gloomy woodland resurfaced in your memory, leading you back to the earlier incidents that had occurred inside the forest.

The following morning, you woke up earlier than usual, forcing yourself to wash your face despite the obvious black circles beneath your eyes. Simply put, you experienced the worst sleep of your life. Every few minutes throughout the entire night, you would toss and turn in bed. The cozy comforter that was sheltering your body became wholly inadequate as the room suddenly turned too frigid. You were confident that you had slept for no more than three hours, and even when you finally managed to drift off, unexpected dreams would certainly occupy your slumber.

You honestly can't recall the exact action from the dream in its entirety. However, you can remember hearing faint voices crying out to you and pleading with you to join them, the image of the gloomy forest would resurface after that.

Even though it was still early in the morning, your parents' inn appeared to be more crowded than usual. There were numerous visitors gathered in the main dining room, many of them had an old-fashioned, rigid appearance. The guests consumed their coffee in solitude, too weary to eat anything else, and all they could utter were a few murmurs that seemingly evaporated into the air.

The entrance's front door was suddenly thrown open, the doorway thumping violently against the wall, and the originally mellow atmosphere abruptly ended.

A troop of the Fatuis entered the motor Inn, triggering a large number of onlookers to jump up from their seats and disperse in different locations as one Fatui soldier stepped forward. Only horrifying glances could be seen between your parents, particularly your mother, who seemed to be on the verge of tears.

A tall man dressed in dark armour enters the building suddenly, his long, black hair spilling over the collar of his white coat. Your mother hurried to the kitchen to prepare a mug of tea as your father scampered to the entrance of the inn to greet the man.

At the sight of the enormous man, the atmosphere around you suddenly became too dense. Being surrounded by so many Fatui troops in the dining area made it challenging to breathe freely.

Your only option was to idly linger by the wall's edge and watch as your father pulled out a chair for the man and they sat down at one of the tables. Your father's anxious smile was palpable as he did this.

"Sir Il Capitano, what brings you to this humble tavern on this beautiful morning in the cold weather?"

Il Capitano? There is just no way that a resident of Snezhnaya could not have heard of the notorious Fatui Harbingers, Her Majesty's most dedicated attendants. Despite your head being consistently jammed with clouds, even you recognized who he was. You simply didn't anticipate for him to be - so menacing.

But you don't understand.

Why would a high-ranking Fatui Harbinger be in such a remote location right now, conversing with your father? Your parents were very typical people; they were simply two couples trying to make ends meet and keep their business afloat. Therefore it made no sense for them to fall under the suspicion of the Tsaritsa.

"I believe you are aware of the reason why I am here."

The Captain spoke, his voice unexpectedly rich and smooth, almost taking you by surprise since you had previously assumed the man would have a voice that resembled his ominous appearance.

He had a really appealing voice, but you didn't want to admit it. Although his tone was as frigid as the Snezhnayan winter, it was nonetheless as deep as the ocean that you often visited during the summer.

You sprang back in surprise as the man suddenly turned his attention to you. Although his helmet obscured his face, you were certain he was staring at you since his unseen eyes seemed to pierce into your frame, seemingly searching for something within your soul, before he turned back to your father. While your mother placed a platter of warm tea on the tabletop, her eyes seemed to be pleading with your father, though you weren't sure what exactly she was begging for. Your father could only stutter out a response, his voice rather weak and rigid.

"A..ah, yes. But, I thought that the Tsaritsa did not need her assistance until she became twenty-one."

"Since she will turn twenty-one in less than a few months, the war's circumstances have changed, although it's not a significant difference."

As your father hoisted up the steaming pot of tea and attempted to pour it into the captain's teacup, his fingers began to tremble which almost prompted you to step out to help him but your mother's glare stopped you. However, Il Capitano made no attempt to assist him, instead choosing to only observe disinterestedly as your father eventually succeeded in pouring tea into his own cup.

"The Saintess must be brought into the nation's capital this month, as according to Her Majesty."

The Saintess? There hasn't been a Saintess presented within Snezhnaya for over the last hundreds of years.

"Sir, b... but! She lacks experience and is much too young.."

Your father objected, his eyebrows quivering and a look of desperation upon his face as he fought to find the appropriate words.

"She does not require any experience. I am capable of ensuring both her safety and her well-being."

"I..I know, but sir-"

"Why don't you let the young woman over there speak instead of giving your unwarranted opinion?"

Your father appears to stiffen as the captain makes a turn in your direction, while you gawk at him bewildered.

"W…what? Father, I don't understand…."

You spoke in a more subdued, hushed manner than usual as you heard your father struggling and stuttering to form the right words.

"...[First Name]... I was planning on telling you soon but…!"

The captain, who appeared a little agitated, interrupted your father as he tried to continue. His tone is colder than before, his words sharp.

"....Do you mean to say that your daughter is unaware of her status as the Saintess?"

Saintess?

As you considered the number twenty-one and your parents' apprehensive demeanour, suddenly the epiphany struck you, their prior talk beginning to make sense. It was you who will shortly be twenty-one. They were speaking about you.

But Saintess? That's not conceivable considering you lacked any sort of divine healing or general magical abilities.

You can't be the Saintess. They must be wrong.

But your father's tearful expression forced you to rethink your stance. He was obviously attempting to contain his eyes as they threatened to slip down his flushed cheeks as he fixed his gaze on yours. Your mother saw your frantic glance but ignored it and continued to look to the side, seeming to be ashamed.

"I would like to speak with your daughter if that is really the case. Alone."

Your parents were hustled out of the room as the other Fatui agents dispersed, leaving your parents with little to do but stare at you sympathetically. The silence in the room resurfaced as you nervously stood far apart from the Captain until he motioned for you to take a seat directly in front of him. You grudgingly yanked the chair out from under the table, the sound of the chair's leg grinding against the hardwood floor making you grimace.

You slumped into the chair, fumbling to lay your palms against your legs as you peered at the floor, wishing you were outdoors exploring the forest instead of being interrogated by some Fatui Harbinger.

"[First Name], is it?"

As he asked, you nodded while pondering how he was able to recognize your name.

"As you may have been aware, the Snezhnaya's War is currently deteriorating into a useless conflict."

The Captain took a moment to fiddle with the teacup's handle.

"Our healers are all passing away. In the past three hundred years, we have not been blessed by the appearance of a saintess."

He spoke before rising out of his chair and approaching you by gliding around the circular table. Stopping just behind you, pressing one of his gloved hands firmly against the pad of your shoulder.

"Until twenty years ago, a miracle occured."

His towering presence now overshadows your seated figure, generating a shadow and obstructing the light from above the two of you from reflecting onto you.

"That miracle being you."

The captain seems to have noticed your perplexed expression as he relaxed his solid clutch on your shoulder and walked over to the table and halted. Leaning down, he rested his palms on the wooden table while peering directly into your direction from behind his mask.

"Rest certain, nevertheless, that you will be able to do your duties as the Saintess under my guidance."

-

"What was the Fatui Harbinger referring to!?"

Your parents were seated in front of you, seemingly discovering their wrists to be the most fascinating thing in the entire world as you shrieked and smacked your hand onto the countertop. They could only sit there in quiet, and you fumed, your face flushed with apparent rage as you awaited their responses.

"H..honey.."

The first person to speak up was your mother, whose teary eyes made it clear that she was in agony. At the sheer sight, you nearly felt a wave of remorse wash over you but you stayed firm.

"We were going to tell you when it was the right time, we just weren't expecting for them to show up this soon-!"

"You still should have told me earlier!"

You interrupted as an intense headache began to develop on the side of your scalp.

"I know….I know, honey. It's just that it's hard for us to accept that our innocent daughter is supposed to be sent off to some wretched war."

Your mother gently caressed your father on the back as he mumbled softly, his voice wavering.

"We didn't want this fate to be forced upon you either….and tried to hide you as much as possible."

Even though you felt awful for your parents, you couldn't resist but be enraged at them for keeping such a crucial knowledge from you for such a prolonged period of time. And now you're supposed to be brought to the capital just so you can play the role of a Saintess in some horrendous dispute?

As a result of rage and disappointment, you felt tears begin to build up. When your mother tried to console you, you didn't do anything more than push her hand away and turn to leave, ignoring your parents' pleas and left for the main dining area. Just as you were about to push and open the entrance to the diner, you paused and took a long breath while trying to erase your scalding tears. Then, when you walked into the diner, you spotted the Captain who still sat in his earlier seat. The older man watched as you entered the room and waited as you approached him whilst attempting to keep your frustration from pouring onto your face.

"When am I required to leave?"

You questioned, your lips forming a narrow line as you stood a few inches in front of him. In spite of the fact that you couldn't see his face, you could feel his lips shifting into a small smile before he rose up from his chair.

"Right now."

You gape at him in confusion, taking in his words as they penetrate deep into your mind. The Captain simply tucked the material of his leather gloves under his white coat to mend them.

"There is no need to worry about bringing any personal items. We'll provide you everything you'll need."

He finally said, examining the bewildered expression on your face before gesturing to the windows. A Fatui agent barged in and stopped to salute, paying his respect to his captain.

"We're prepared to leave, sir. I've acquired all the equipment we'll require for the trip."

"Good."

The Captain then turned back to face you, stretching out his hand and beckoning you to take it. You cautiously placed your hand into his palm while being cognizant of the size discrepancies between your hands. Though you were aware that the man was significantly taller than the usual person, you hadn't anticipated that his hand would also be that big. You were certain that, if he really desired to, he could simply demolish your head with one hand.

You felt chills run down your spine at that notion.

However your parents stormed into the dining room before you had a chance to exit. They were sobbing and gripping the fabric of your dress within their hands as they pleaded for the Captain to let you stay. Although a sense of sadness crept into your heart, you and your parents were aware that there was nothing you could do to alter your fate, at least not without Her Majesty's approval.

The only thing you could do was slant your body in the direction of your parents, scoop them into your arms, and hold them there while you felt warm tears soaking into your shirt.

The Captain did nothing except watch while you had your moment, but he ultimately made the decision to tug at the sleeve of your dress and usher you out. Your parents could only watch as you casted them once last smile before stepping outside.

Outside the tavern, a magnificent black horse stood waiting, its mane bearing a luscious mane that nearly made you think of the Captain's long black hair. A saddle was placed on top of the horse, accompanied by a large bag that was secured around its hips. Suddenly you felt a pair of large hands wrapped around your waist, causing you to let out a loud shriek as you attempted to turn around.

"...I am merely trying to assist you."

You could feel Capitano's broad chest pressing into your back and his frigid breath brushing the top of your head as his deep voice could be heard. He lifted you carefully onto the horse's back and gently set you down.

Ah, how embarrassing.

A reddish tone flushing onto your face as you cough into your hand, trying to play it off.

"My apologies, I was suddenly started because of some bug."

Of course he didn't think you were genuine. Without saying a word, he climbed up onto the horse's back and positioned himself behind you, his arms reaching out to seize the bridle. Because of his proximity, you unconsciously tensed up. Despite the metallic stench that emanated from him, he actually had an alluring scent. One that reminded you of the expensive Cologne that your cousins would brag of, boasting at how much it costs him. Another scent was more eerily, it was the scent of blood. You weren't exposed to blood on a daily basis, but you have smelt it a couple times before. But you supposed it's expected from a warrior.

Together with the Fatui soldiers, you set out on your voyage through the frigid nighttime air. You were forced to tighten your grip on your coat since the air seemed significantly colder than normal. Although the majority of the Captain's body seemed abnormally cool, you were nevertheless grateful that it somehow gave you enough heat to prevent you from freezing to death. The Captain seemed relatively unfazed by the frigid air, his breathing remaining steady while everyone else was shivering.

You wondered if he was even truly a human being.

Crickets continue to chirp throughout the night, the moon casting its radiance across the land, supplying a tiny source of illumination through the world of darkness. It seems like hours have already passed, and you've been wondering how far you are from your parents' tavern, feeling a sense of rather discomfort at the thought of having to be separated from your home.

The sound of the horses galloping managed to keep you from dozing off even though your eyelids were getting heavier by each second, struggling to stay awake.

"If you feel exhausted, you can take a nap."

The unexpected tone of Capitano's low voice brushed against your ear, leading you to jump up in surprise. He couldn't see you, so you wondered how he could tell you were drifting off. Although he had to grasp onto the bridle for a prolonged period of time, he wasn't even exhausted. You don't remember him removing your arms from your form; in fact, they've been brushing up against you throughout the entire ride.

You couldn't help but close your eyes and rest against the man's chest in an attempt to fall asleep, despite the fact that you were still rather weary of him.

But a little nap won't hurt, right?

You eventually find a comfortable position after a few more minutes of shuffling. The sound of the galloping horses gradually faded from your awareness as you eventually drifted off to sleep, praying in the back of my mind that this was just a nightmare that you could wake up from.

Your attention is drawn to a faint voice that smoothly enters your ear just as you start to nod off. However, you were unable to properly understand who it was from or whether you had simply lost consciousness, and it was a fragment of your dreams.

"Rest well, my Saintess."

You do hope that you will be able to get a good night's sleep and awaken on your bed rather than in the captain's arms.

But you don't think that's even possible now.

-

As the days went by, you started to long for the cosiness of your own house, primarily your dear parents. The journey hasn't been that difficult, but your thighs were terribly sore and one of the Fatui members told you that since you're an inexperienced rider, your body is bound to become sore.

Only every few days did the party halt to rest, setting up a tiny camp from which everyone would scatter in search of food to bring back for later. However, you were forbidden from leaving the camp and had to stay in your tent, completely bored, with a companion at all times.

Your meal wasn't all that horrible, and it wasn't best you've ever had. It is, however, genuinely something. Unexpectedly, you received adequate care from Fatui as well. The majority of them either avoided you completely or were hesitant to strike up small talk, but once they get into the mood, they become unstoppable. You would have thought them to be rather ordinary individuals if it weren't for your unfortunate circumstance.

Contrarily, Capitano stayed by your side the majority of the day and was practically silent. He only spoke to you when he felt it was essential. Even being with another Fatui agent would have been preferable to being with a foreboding man who didn't appear to fully comprehend the notion of personal space.

At first you thought it was nothing.

However, he would stand excessively close to your side, occasionally rubbing up against you with his physique. When you tried to move away to speak with another agent, he would sometimes reach out and grab your arms to inform you that you can't leave the tent.

There were only ten members of the unit, hence no female agents were sent on the journey. Consequently, Capitano—you guessed it—was the one who assisted you with sanitary conditions. He wasn't the most considerate person, though; always forcefully handing you your new freshest wardrobe, seemingly annoyed at how he was the one forced to deliver it to you.

Another wonderful development was that, as a result of Capitano's relentless lectures, your divine ability had started to surface. Even while it was a little unusual to experience a warm sensation running through your body every time you used the power, being able to treat minor scrapes and bruises felt somewhat satisfying.

According to Capitano, you were six days into your expedition today, but it seemed like a painful six months to you. It even started to snow, covering the land with a light blanket of white ice. Capitano had left the area, saying he had some matters to attend to while entrusting another agent with you. It's an agent you haven't spoken to before. He stooped awkwardly by your side, attempting to stand up straight while holding his arms behind his back.

"You could sit down if you want."

The man appeared to stiffen beneath your voice as you spoke, his eyes obviously examining the seat as if it was alluring him at every angle.

"It's unprofessional for an agent to be sitting while performing his duties."

"Suit yourself."

You huffed and leaned back against the chair, closing your eyes in an effort to lose yourself in your thoughts. Your mind had a sudden flash of inspiration. This is the ideal time to run away. The majority of the other agents were probably in the woods at this point, and the agent who is with you appears to be still very new to the position. Swallowing your own anxiety, you turned towards the agent.

"I need to use the bathroom."

Before responding, the agent mulled over what you had said and threw you a quick glance while maintaining his lips pursed into a narrow line. You nevertheless devised a different justification because you knew that he would probably reject your demand.

"I'm on my period."

He shut his mouth fast at what you said, then scratched his temples and let out a low groan.

"Alright, but make it quick alright?"

You grinned and said, "Thanks," before dashing out into the outdoors and scanning the surroundings from both directions. Even if you felt somewhat awful about conniving the Fatui agent in that way, you had to get away right away. You weren't sure if you'll be blessed with this sort of opportunity after this.

It's safe.

Without turning around, you sprint into the woods, oblivious to the Fatui agent's cries as he pursues you. But you appeared to have a much stronger desire to flee than the new recruit, as you outran him and hurried into the woods.His cries grew quieter as you got farther away from him until going away entirely.

You pause, panting, and lay both of your hands upon your knees to catch your breath. As you slouched against the tree, your chest was heaving up and down as you attempted to calm your thumping heart.

Maybe you should exercise more.

You lingered in the area for a few more minutes before getting up swiftly since you didn't want to spend any more time, considering the Fatui were still present. Perhaps they're even searching for you as we speak now. Wandering through the woods, you honestly have no idea where you were even. You actually never travelled in your life because your parents had largely kept you on their land, paranoid that you would somehow get yourself in some sort of danger.

But you were determined to make it out alive.

Or so you assumed. You've now passed the same rock four times in a succession, if memory serves. You sat down while leaning against a rock and letting out a frustrated grumble as you felt somewhat hopeless after having been lost for more than thirty minutes.

Were you even going to make it out alive?

Given that you were still in the Fatui hunters' territory, you were genuinely astonished that no agents had found you. Even more shocked that no one had yet mistaken you for an animal and shot an arrow through you.

Your ears were suddenly filled with a gentle rumbling sound. It originated from a small distance ahead of the rock you were perched on. You curiously glance over the rock to see whether you could detect the source of the sound. A group of wolves were huddled together in a tight circle, appearing to be nibbling on some kind of dead animal. You wince as you observe the dead animal's blood gushing into the snow-covered ground, and the intestine leaking from its stomach before one of the wolves devoured it.

In an awkward attempt to escape the wolf pack, you made an effort to slip back down to the rock. But one startlingly looked up from its food and peered right at you, which caused you to experience a feeling of apprehension. Overwhelmed by fear, you didn't take notice of the black ice that covered the ground.

You took a step back, startled, staggering onto your feet at the slippery ice, producing a loud noise as you crashed against the ice. Pain gushing through your body as your head collided with the solid surface, causing you to feel heavily lightheaded for a moment. The wolves suddenly turn to face you, gnawing on their pointed canines as they approach. Similar to how a predator hunts its prey. You desperately wanted to move backward, but you were unable to do so since your hands could not hold onto anything but the slippery ice.

The wolves' snarling grew louder, and one of them positioned itself to pounce on you.

Your last ditch effort to secure your body is to close your eyes while sheltering yourself with your arms. Despite the fact that the beast would only be hampered by the flesh on your arms, nothing but ineffective.

"..."

However, the agonising pain you were anticipating never materialised; instead, the sound of something heavy collapsing into a snowbank and the agonising cries of wolves resonated in the air.

As you slowly open your eyes, you realize that the Captain's tall frame was obstructing the sunlight from reaching your skin, almost reminding you of some sort of dark angel. His gloved hands were firmly grasping a sword, his brilliant blade stained red which you would presume is blood. The wolf that attempted to attack you earlier lay wounded on the ground, whimpering softly as blood seeped from its wound.

You almost felt pity for the beast.

The other wolves merely stayed there, apparently transfixed, as they all glared at the tall man. It appeared that they were a little apprehensive to leave one of its pack behind as they made their departure, seemingly having the ability to sense the danger within the harbinger.

Silence persisted through the cold air.

The tall structure of Capitano towered over your tiny frame as you could only look up at him as he turned to face you, expecting him to scold you or maybe even murder you right then and there. Only then did he lower himself and sling his sword back around his belt. Before lifting you into the air, his hands encircled your back and knees, keeping you in a steady position against his chest.

"....Aren't you angry at me?"

You questioned as he carried you back to the camp; his steps were fairly deliberate and he paid you no mind at all. Despite the fact that he remained silent, you could still sense a small amount of fury emanating from him.

The Captain halted his progress before responding to your question. His voice was noticeably colder than usual, nearly causing you to shudder as if a gust of cold wind had caressed your face.

"I am. Escorting you back to the camp in safety, however, is my first responsibility at the moment."

With the exception of a few wolf howls and bird chirps, the remainder of the trek back to the camp was eerily quiet. You weren't sure whether it was just your imagination, but you felt Capitano's right arm was holding you more tightly than normal. Normally, he would handle you with the utmost patience, making sure to treat you like a glass statue whenever he touched you.

Within a short distance, the faces of the Fatui agents emerged. The Fatui agent who had been with you earlier was sitting by the fire outdoors with his mask lifted and a deep gash on each cheek. His clothes, which were visibly torn, were covered with blood from his wound. His hair was ruffled, showing signs of struggles and you were sure that he must have been punished for allowing you out. You attempt to make eye contact with him, but he clumsily pulls his gaze away, as if he was fearful of the man who was supporting you.

A wave of shame shoots through your body.

If given the chance, perhaps you could offer to heal him afterwards. See it as a way to repay your sins. Capitano pushes through the cloth opening and carefully places you up against the chair. You recoil like a frightened bird as his gloved hands reach out to caress your forehead.

You silently gasped as he withdrew his hands for you to see the crimson blood that stains on his glove. The muscular man grabs your fingers and presses them firmly against your gushing forehead, prompting you to stare at him in confusion.

"Heal yourself."

However, you were unsure about how to proceed. You were able to heal others, but you've never attempted to heal yourself because you assumed your abilities didn't function in that way.

"I…I don't know how to."

The hold on his fingers grew a little tighter when you muttered. You can feel the firmness within his palm, but not enough for it to injure you.

"Why not? I would have imagined that you could accomplish something as simple as this, given how determined you were to escape from this place."

His comments caused your face to flush, your hand falling back onto your lap as he grip around them loosened. You half-hoped that Capitano would tend to your wounds as he stooped to examine them. However, his hands just swung at your neck, barely grabbing it and preventing your windpipe from being crushed.

Yet, you were absolutely afraid.

You panicked and reached out to grab his wrist, trying to drag him away, Capitano merely watched you struggle. Your fingers could only helplessly dragged against his gloved hands, his arms simply not budging even if you used all your effort.

He finally releases your neck while studying your fingers grasping for it, as if he had just choked you to death while the reality was that he didn't even exert an inch of his strength.

"You are struggling for your life despite the fact that I hardly even harmed you."

You could only look up at him with your doe eyes as you continued to heave, feeling like you were choking on something.

Hardly? You had no doubt that the man was out to get you and was silently begging for your demise. And now he's revealing that he barely employed any strength into his grip?

"You are so meek and frail, like a bird. You nevertheless pursue freedom even with that weak body."

The weak person was you, right? Was the man standing in front of you simply too powerful, or what? How could a young woman who hardly leaves her house be compared to a general who has spent years fighting on the front lines? A person with bloody hands shouldn't be challenged, and you knew this.

"How admiring."

He mumbled before gently, almost affectionately, caressing your cheeks with his palm. Treating you like some sort of small animal that had just been transferred in ownership.

"How foolish."

His fingers fumbled to brush a strand of your disheveled hair behind your ears, exposing your forehead, which still bore a scar from your earlier struggles. Carefully, he brushed his fingertips across the scar, watching as you hissed out in pain.

"I hope this serves as a lesson about just how helpless a creature you really are. Even defending or mending oneself is beyond your capacity."

His lengthy fingers continued to trace the shape of your wound as you could only nod in agreement and close your eyes. You were visibly shaken by the blood that was pouring from your forehead, but you were too terrified to speak. Afraid that the man in front of you would finally lose his last streak of patience.

Yes, Il Capitano was clearly deserving of the moniker of "Harbinger." A Harbinger foreshadowed your bedridden fate, an anticipatory sign of what is to come.

A Harbinger that foreshadowed your misery.

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[eclectic-trash]

I went down a YouTube rabbit hole and wound up on a video that was a list of most gruesome and violent scenes in movies.

In the video, there featured clips from a movie called “My Lai Four”. (the scenes shown were very gruesome so I will not describe them.)

I hadn’t heard of it so I looked it up to see what it was about. Only to find out it’s a film based on the true events of the My Lai massacre.

What happened is so disgustingly vile and evil that I refuse to say exactly what happened, but if you aren’t easily triggered by anything then I highly suggest you look it up.

Basically, it was a series of horrific war crimes committed by United States Army personnel during the Vietnam War.

After the war, 26 soldiers were charged with the crimes committed. Only 1 was convicted. He was given a LIFE SENTENCE but only served 3.5 years under house arrest.

This obviously horrified and nauseated me, but it also had me wondering about what other war crimes the U.S. has committed. Which led me into a very terrifying deep dive.

Admittedly, I had to stop my researching prematurely. Only because it was making me physically ill.

As a United States citizen, I thought I was fully aware how fucked up my country was - oh how wrong I was.

The lack of support for Palestine from my government is starting to come into focus for me now.

What is happening in Palestine are War Crimes. They are Crimes Against Humanity.

There is no excuse for what is happening.

There is no “but they…” or “I feel…”. No.

This is wrong. Going into someone else’s country to colonize it by bombing, starving, and mutilating innocent civilians is evil.

End of story.

#FreePalestine

#I am truly disgusted by my country #u.s. politics #us politics #united states #israel #palestine #gaza #hamas #free palestine #free gaza #vietnam #the Vietnam war #my lai massacre #my lai #my khe #war crimes #trigger warning #tw war #tw war crimes #world news

[shaneru-is-new-to-shifting]

My alien dr self + friends

Tw!: Mentions of d3ath, w@r, people being driven to 1ns@1ty, k1lling, b0mbs. Please proceed with caution.

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Name: Looah (me)

Age: (more confusing shit lol) 19 seasons(years in alien age calculation), 13 y/o (on earth)

Race: Alien(ofc) + Japanese + part cat

Sex: Female

Height: 4'4

Weight: 90 lbs

Hair color: Dark brown (considered rare)

Eye color: Purple (considered uncommon)

Skin tone: light brown (also considered rare)

Nd lables: ADHD, autistic

Gender: Demigirl (she/they)

Sexuality: questioning lol

Nickname(s): Loo

Backstory: My best friend was stolen from me. Of course, I had to kill some people to save him, I would've ended up dead if I didn't..

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Name: Kohkoh (bestie:])

Age: 18 seasons, 12 y/o

Race: Alien + Japanese + part dog

Sex: Male

Height: 4'2

Weight: 90lbs

Hair color: Black (considered uncommon)

Eye color: Blue (considered common)

Skin tone: Darker skin + Light fur

Nd lables: ADHD, autistic, dyslexic

Gender: Agender (Any pronouns)

Sexuality: Bisexual

Nickname(s): N/A

Backstory: He was among of the people who someone survived the poison attack conducted by the opposing side. How? Well he was stronger than most, even if it didn't look like it. He got captured by the opposing side once they found out that he didn't die. He, and all the other survivors were injected with twice the dosage of poison used to kill the now dead via the water supply. Again, Kohkoh didn't die. He actually went insane and busted out of the chamber he was in, killing multiple people in the process. He was captured again, but instead of just injecting him with more poison, they decided that he was a hazard and tossed him off to space, where he would find himself in a spaceship the next time he woke up. This would soon become his new journey to..

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Name: Kehomi (Bestie from a bestie 1:])

Age: 18 seasons, 12 y/o

Race: Alien + Japanese

Sex: Male

Height: 4'0

Weight: 90 lbs

Hair color: Blue (natural) (considered common)

Eye color: Blue (considered common)

Skin tone: Light

Nd lables: ADHD, autistic

Gender: Agender (He/they)

Sexuality: Bisexual

Nickname(s): Kohrei

Backstory: His girlfriend was taken away from him..he wanted revenge. I believe that's all you need to know.

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Name: Solaitaohm (bestie from another bestie 2:])

Age: 21 seasons, 14 y/o

Race: Alien + Korean + Part Japanese

Sex: Intersex

Height: 4'5

Weight: 90 lbs (we all weigh the same lmao)

Hair color: Light brown (considered rare)

Eye color: Pink (considered common)

Skin tone: Light

Nd lables: ADHD

Gender: Nonbinary (They/she)

Sexuality: Lesbian

Nickname(s): Solohm, Melodii

Backstory: The moment Solohm turned 21 seasons, they were able to go to war, although not old enough to fight, so they were just the researcher. Although researching wasn't gonna be as innocent as it sounded to them. During the job, they witnessed their own girlfriend die.. She wanted revenge, and so they got it. She blew up the headquarters of the opposite side with the same type of bombs that were used to kill their girlfriend. With the help of me and Kehomi..

#reality shifting #shifting realities #shiftblr #shifting #desired reality #shifting community #shifting antis dni #reality shift #shifter #shifters #drself #drself intro #the backstories are lowkey half assed mostly cos I have way too much lore to explain yall lol #I got lazy not even 25% into intros sorry yall loll #tw #tw death #tw violence #tw war crimes #tw war #tw bomb #tw killing #tw people being driven to insanity #666 angel number

[legendaryevokercupcake]

This is a post about Gaza. The primary audience for Hermitcraft and MLP are actual fucking children. Children are not mentally equipped to be exposed to content regarding genocide. While it is true that Palestinian children should not be suffering a genocide, that doesn't mean making children outside of Palestine see this content is acceptable. I stand with Palestine. I do not stand with child abuse. Showing children content that is not appropriate for their age group, whether it's porn or dead bodies, is never ok.

If you think children deserve to suffer for the actions of the government that does not care about them, kindly block me. That also goes for actual Zionists. If you are going to tell me I'm a Zionist in the comments/reblogs, your comment will be removed. That also goes for actual Zionists. Just tag your shit properly, it's not that fucking hard.

#Palestine #Gaza #Tags #Child abuse #tw child abuse #tw war #tw war crimes #War #tw genocide #anti zionisim #tag your shit properly

[systemserendipity]

Very important visualization of the lives lost in Gaza. Worth a watch, albeit heartbreaking.

Here's the link provided in the video's description.

#palestine #gaza #israel #from the river to the sea #from the river to the sea palestine will be free #end the occupation #end the genocide #end the war #power to the people #free gaza #free palestine #end the apartheid #stop the genocide #don't stop protesting #people are still dying #men women and children are dying by the literal thousands #this is genocide #tw violence #tw war crimes #what about the geneva convention?? #ig the geneva convention only matters in video games now #israeli palestinian war #israel is committing genocide #fuck netanyahu #netanyahu a criminal of war