Posts from ☀️ Arselia and Akonia Auto-translated

although, ideally, no one is needed.

- Hmm... You have some interesting topics! - Gion smiled. - There's a lot to say here. Let's start with the fact that the human (Lunarian, but we're similar, aren't we?) body is the pinnacle of the gods' creation, made in the image and likeness of Anuzish, an embodiment of perfection and an ideal of beauty, combining all the achievements of both nature and modern civilization. The beauty of the human body is celebrated in many works of art, in painting and sculpture. It's quite a pleasant sight, pleasing to the eye, and, let's be honest, not just to the eye when one is in the right frame of mind, - he blushed slightly. - Beauty lifts the spirits. Besides, we shouldn't forget about freedom of self-expression - this is very important. There are people who want to emphasize the beauty of their bodies, they consider it very important for themselves, constantly improve their physical attractiveness and put it first. They will be happy to demonstrate the results of their efforts so that they can be appreciated. And I don't see anything wrong with that. Some choose magical, spiritual, or intellectual development, others choose physical development. Everyone has the right to their own path.
As for sexual objectification... - hold my meat beer, he thought, but of course, he didn't say it out loud. - I don't think modest clothing will help here. Remember, long ago, all women were dressed in long skirts, and no one was allowed to show even a toe of their shoes? Well, in those days, women's ankles were considered incredibly sexy, and showing an ankle was like walking around topless today. And I've heard that in distant countries, women are still wrapped in fabric from head to toe, leaving only their eyes open, and this only reinforces their status as an object of sexual fantasies - because even the face cannot be shown without the risk of tempting someone! It's not about the clothes, it's about the people. If there's a will, there's a way, and an object for the expression of fantasies will be found. A different approach is needed - to learn to control one's animal instincts, to learn to see in people something more than just boys and girls for pleasure, to learn to see the personality, their desires and thoughts, - just as Beata saw in me, he added to himself. - Sexual objectification does not honor, first of all, the one who objectifies, who is not able to restrain their instincts and does not see beyond the neckline.
Regarding beauty standards - there are none! All people are different, and everyone likes different things. Some like short people, some like tall people, some like plump people, some like thin people, some like fair-skinned people, some like dark-skinned people, some like pointy-eared people, some like green-skinned people, some like furry people, some even like the natives of Buruaki! - I, for example, added to himself. - All people are beautiful in their own way, and there is a lover for everyone. You don't need to compare yourself to others, everyone has their own path. After all, no one forbids modest clothing if you feel insecure, and you can look much more attractive in it than with a plunging neckline! People need to learn to accept and love themselves as they are, and a good specialist who is ready to lend a helping hand is needed more than ever.
Therefore, I would not want this law to be passed. Of course, it is necessary to have some norms of decency and not walk around naked, but otherwise - I am for beauty and freedom of self-expression, - he smiled and took a step back, signaling that he was finished.

Alaria is losing Living Metal.

Last night, the priestess dreamed that she was climbing a snow-covered mountain, trying to escape the pursuit of Reimy's hounds. The freezing air blew right through her spacious kimono, and the soulless tin cans followed close behind, talking to each other and commenting on everything they saw, without the slightest bit of tact.
- Continuing the pursuit, over. The subject has sunk into a snowdrift up to their waist, over. Maintaining visual contact. The subject lost a slipper, over. Pshhh. The subject is waving a fist at us and threatening us. The subject is spitting snow. Over. Waiting for further instructions.
Breaking through the layers of snow and dreamlike goo, she finds an ice-covered cave and enters to hide from the villains; this path, it seems, goes deep into the mountain for many kilometers. After an eternity, at the end of it, she finds a modest memorial altar with smoldering incense and a framed photograph of Reisen Reimy. Near the altar, a blue-haired captain of the guard is sitting on his knees.
- I've been waiting for you here for a long time, he says. - ...don't you recognize me? Because I'm actually... - the guard's hand rests on the top of his head and unzips, revealing the triumphant and arrogant face of Tsukiko Shimizu.
The priestess looks away, trying not to look at Tsukiko's naked body, over which the suit was worn. Realizing her fatal mistake, Tsukiko turns pale, grabs a katana with a trembling hand, slits her stomach, and falls dead.
From the gaping wound in her stomach, with a heavy and cracking sound of tearing tissue, a golden-haired head of the imperial princess gradually emerges:
- Yo.
"What the hell," the priestess manages to think before waking up to the sounds of sawing and hammering from the street.

- Nonsense, she explains to the rivets on the ceiling beam, barely opening her eyes.
Sitting up in bed and staring into space, she turns her gaze to the bedside table, where a cherry-colored pencil and a Temple notebook lie - this doesn't improve her mood.
"Work again..." she thinks, and with a heavy sigh, she gets to her feet.
A little later, after finishing her morning routine and breakfast, upon returning to her room, she reluctantly changes into a long dress. There is no motivation for this, or for returning to yesterday's desolate district, but the customs there clearly showed that without a flashy imperial outfit, people will look at you askance.
Ready for a trip to the theater, or a pointless banquet, she thinks sourly, looking at herself skeptically in the mirror.

=> phantasmagoria

Aiko is showcasing leadership 🥳

Now, he just needs to learn it.

As she was leaving the princess's villa, one of the servants informed the priestess that Naria wished to see her.

Asks in the archive if there is any helpful reading material that could help advance in this task, and whether the experience requirements for such a complex skill could be made less strict (perhaps a discount on learning?).

Advice for those who were put in charge of a combat unit without any prior command experience.
In exchange for 3 Morale, the cost of combat morale is reduced by 50%.