#destroyed by jackdaws
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It’s official!
Look at dem bones
Death from above
Devour ye gods
In death she gave life
#anyway you look at it she was#destroyed by jackdaws#gavle goat#this made me happy#gavlebocken#birds for the win#in death she gave life
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Last shot of the goat before they pulled up to remove it:
And how it looks right now at time of posting:
We'll miss you until December!
ETA: The birds did get one last meal in:
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Guards, slather that them in honey and cover them in hayseed, such that the jackdaws may come along in a vicious swarm, enveloping them entirely for a manner of seconds, only to leave all at once revealing their spotless skeleton, with nary a crum upon it! AT ONCE I SAY!
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sold
she's fierce and beautiful and I am so pleased
the sheer fabric effect was tough, but so worth it
and the rim! 😍
#she will righteously destroy any transphobes in her path#trans art#trans#transfem#nude art#artistic nude#pottery#ceramic#sgraffito#jackdaw#wings#a protector#glazeware#claypigeon
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the birds might work for the bourgeoisie but the corvids work for the people
#original#idk what to tag this as#crowcore#corvidcore#i saw a video of the galve goat being destroyed by jackdaws#and it inspired this post
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Gävle Goat Livestream 2023:
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The birds eating the Gavle Goat are jackdaws, which are corvids, but not crows.
People also call the family corvidae the "crow family" but that family includes ravens, jays, rooks, magpies, etc. So, I guess you could call jackdaws crows if you really want to, but if you're going to do that you should commit to that classification and call bluejays crows as well.
The jackdaws are, however, very cute, and very good for taking up the mantle of destroying the goat.
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The goat has been picked almost clean by jackdaws this year but because there's some straw left on it it's not considered completely destroyed. What's the threshold for destruction?
Because this photo's from when it was burned down 25 years ago.
This is it today.
The goat is dead, and the Southern Merchant's Guild is in denial that their security was overcome by nature.
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I am pleased to announce that the Gävle Goat of 2023 has been declared "destroyed by Jackdaws".
The goat's fate has largely been accepted by the people of Gävle, who were amused to see the birds eat the straw, even before they were finished setting it up. The general consensus amongst the town was to leave the goat alone and let nature take it's course.
So once again, tradition has been vindicated. May the Gävle Goat rest in peace, and may the odds of 2024 be ever in our favour.
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Okay what if Edward stated haunting the jackdaw after his death and some pieces of the jackdaw after its destruction was repurposed into the aquila
Yeah, that could work. All we know from the Jackdaw’s ‘death’ is that it sank in the West Indies (as seen in Freedom Cry where Adéwalé can get the figurehead) so it’s possible that Adéwalé could have told them where to find it. Although using parts from an already sunken and drenched ship would be dangerous so I would suggest that there’s something in Aquila that was once part of the Jackdaw. I would have suggested the helm but that’s already in Kenway mansion before it sunk and having the figurehead instead is kinda iffy (and absolutely not because I like the figurehead of the Aquila XD).
So how about the chest in the captain’s cabin instead?
Edward would start haunting the Jackdaw under the sea since the Jackdaw was sunk before his death and maybe he manages to whisper to the one diving to take the chest because he realized that’s what he was ‘connected’ to.
Why?
He has no idea.
His first guess would be because the Jackdaw’s pirate flag had been stored in the chest after they sailed for Bristol.
Maybe the lingering attachment Edward had for the pirate’s life is what is keeping him tethered to the ship.
Once Aquila is constructed, he begins to haunt it.
The crew of the Aquila believes he is a dead sailor or maybe even one of the men that Achilles had killed before.
Achilles never saw him though.
To be more exact, Edward couldn’t appear before him.
No matter what he does.
He always return in the cabin whenever he is about to enter Achilles’ line of sight.
No.
When he’s about to enter the line of sight of any Assassins.
He can’t even contact anyone else. The moment he tries to come near them, he’s back in the captain’s cabin once more.
If someone was in the captain’s cabin, it was like he was completely invisible.
And he could not do anything.
Can’t even try and leave a message for Adéwalé any time he boards the Aquila.
He can’t even throw anything to defuse his rage after hearing that Haytham, his own son, had become a Templar.
All he could do was watch the sea as his rage slowly subsided.
And what’s left is pain and love.
The pain of knowing his son chose a path he could not approve and the indestructible love he felt for him even as he walked a path Edward would never approve.
Maybe there was a reason.
Maybe Edward simply want there to be a reason…
He didn’t want to believe his son would willingly join the organization that killed him without a reason.
What about Jenny?
Was Jenny alright?
Was she… still alive?
.
.
.
How many years have passed?
Since that fateful day…
He finally saw Haytham once more.
And he heard of Adéwalé’s death.
And now, all he can do is watch as Haytham destroys the Brotherhood in the colonies, leaving Achilles in pain and limping as he ordered the Aquila to return home.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
He haunts a rotting ship.
He haunts a dying ship.
He doesn’t know what has happened to Haytham.
He does not know what happened to Jenny.
Was this his punishment for not being a good husband to Caroline?
He tried to be a good husband to Tessa but he knew that would never remove the stain of his failure as Caroline’s husband.
Was this his punishment for not listening to Jenny? For trying to selfishly keep her safe by marrying her off to someone who could provide her with everything she would ever need?
Was this his punishment for teaching Haytham before he could even understand what it means to be part of the Brotherhood?
Was this his punishment for believing Birch?
Was this…
His own personal hell?
His punishment for living when his friends, his fellow pirates, all died…
Was he meant to haunt this dying ship until it finally sinks deep into the waters below?
Alone in this cold prison…
“Hello?”
Edward turned at the sound of a young man’s voice.
He was tall with clothes that reminded Edward of the few natives that would sometimes board the Aquila when Achilles still held fire in his eyes.
“Are you one of Mr. Faulkner’s men?” The boy asked curiously.
Edward looked around, wondering who the boy was talking to.
Until he remembered.
It was just him.
His head turned back to the boy quickly as he asked, “Can you… can you see me?”
The boy frowned as he replied in a questioning tone, confused by the question itself, “Yes?”
Edward’s eyes widened.
Someone could see him.
But why?
“What’s your name, lad?”
“Ratonhnhaké:ton.” The boy replied before pausing for a moment. His brows furrowed as he added, “You may call me Connor.”
“Connor.” Edward repeated. He knew the name.
It was the name of Achilles’ late son.
He wasn’t that boy.
Who was he?
Why could he see him?
“Hello, Connor. My name is Edward Kenway.”
The boy frowned as he asked, “Are you related to Haytham Kenway?”
“Yes.” Edward couldn’t stop the resignation in his tone as he admitted, “I’m… his father.”
The boy’s frown deepened as he said, “But you don’t look old enough to be his father.”
“I stopped aging when I died.” Edward explained, waving a hand on himself as he said, “I’m a ghost haunting that chest over there.”
“Oh.” The boy blinked and seemed to mull it over before he nodded as he said, “It’s nice to meet you then, grandfather.”
“Nice to me- wait what?”
#yeah i’m ending it there XD#no haytham can’t see him#i’m not that nice XD#assassin's creed#ask and answer#teecup writes/has a plot#fic idea: assassin's creed#edward kenway#ratonhnhaké:ton#connor kenway
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As of this morning, the Gavle Goat is still standing…
…but those jackdaws ate the shit out of it.
I think that should count as destroying it. It's a skeleton.
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omg ....i cant believe i never asked this, but how is BB!Riverstar different to canon? hes probably one of my favorite cats despite DoTC being sort of forgetful
I am keeping the emotional core of River Ripple being a peaceful hippy... with a twist
NO CLAN is allowed to sit out the First Battle. Unlike canon, all Five are locked and loaded at that fateful event, and thus, will be getting setup before then.
Park Cats are the other cultural group present in the area. About 2 years ago, the Park was destroyed and all of its cats followed the river to White Hart Wood. They've been here since then. River Ripple was only a baby at the time-- Heir of Arc, king of the Park Cats, legendary leader who lead his people to a new land.
River Kingdom is loosely associated 'fiefdom' that lives beyond the river. The cats there are all beholden to Arc, but are allowed to sort of do their own thing on the territory as long as they understand Arc has final authority. River Ripple, meanwhile, is currently a bit of a good-for-nothing.
He just wants to swim and chill. Not a fighter, he's a lover, doesn't really want all that responsibility, y'know. Lazy prince type. Has natural charisma and mysterious ways, but doesn't like conflict.
While Thunder Storm is staying in Sky's Clan, he goes to the riverbank for some alone time and roasts himself up a mouse. They don't speak the same language yet --Thunder speaks Tribemew and River speaks Parkmew, the two mother languages of Clanmew-- but Thunder Storm knows what salivating means. So, no big deal, y'know? Passes the wet guy his mouse and roasts up a new one.
Clear Sky did not like this, but River leaps back into the water and can't be caught. He does remember the hot food and the kindness though.
After Thunder Storm saves Bumble, she becomes his MOST IMPORTANT asset, because she is Trilingual. She speaks Tribemew, Parkmew, and her mother tongue is Townmew.
(Bumble and Turtle were also mates, explicitly. Turtle escaped Tom and Bumble followed shortly after.)
So Thunder gets to work on diplomacy with River Kingdom across the river, and the Wind Coalition jokingly referred to on this blog as the tri-state area to the north. Wind Coalition doesn't really work out super well, but River Kingdom does, thanks to Thunder Storm's breaking of the bread.
Eventually, Clear Sky Clear Skies and like canon, they are calling for a diplomatic meeting. But this time, he takes a political hostage. River Ripple. It's not Jackdaw's Cry, he is starving the prince of a rival group.
And THAT is how River Kingdom gets involved in the First Battle! Arc brought his strongest warriors because Clear Sky was holding his HEIR hostage. They were forced to break their neutrality.
So River, I don't imagine my version's personality is super different from canon! I'm just giving him more stuff. More roles and politics behind him, while keeping him as the laidback, non-confrontational dude I like so much.
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You died.
Your body melted from the intense heat of a reactor meltdown. Whatever was left of your body is now pinned into the cockpit seat thanks to a piece of serrated shrapnel from a rampaging Blackbeard, your finger mere centimetres away from the eject button.
It happened so quickly.
One second you were dragging Sui away from danger, his mech squirming against your Ferrous Lash.
Something’s not right.
The next second you hear his bloodcurdling scream from the intercom.
“SEKHMET, NO.”
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You feel yourself sink deeper and deeper into the warm waters of the river Styx.
At least, that’s what you tell yourself.
You sink into a pool of your liquified body; blood, flesh and liquid metal mixing together into some strange concoction. Your brain, in its final moments of consciousness, thinks this must be what humanity would look like as it slowly emerged from Cradle’s primordial womb.
/// How agonising. ///
You sink deeper.
Warm liquid fills your mouth.
You taste iron and melted plastic.
/// How putrid. ///
You sink deeper.
Warning messages, red and green, dance on your terminal.
Your neural connection severed; all you see are fluorescent halos.
/// How pretty. ///
You sink deeper.
And deeper.
You can almost hear the song of the Hyades.
/// Nothing but silence. ///
You sink deeper.
And deeper.
And deeper.
You’re almost there.
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No.
Not yet.
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Deeper.
And deeper.
Whispers from the furthest edges of the universe.
They’re singing to you.
They want you to come home.
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Do not listen to them.
A siren’s call brings nothing but ruin.
You will not go further.
I won’t allow it.
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Deeper.
And deeper.
Drink deep, and descend.
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YOU WILL NEVER FEEL ETERNAL REST.
THAT WAS OUR DEAL.
WAKE.
UP.
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“Jackdaw, do you copy? Jackdaw, can you hear me?!”
“Hey, Conduit, you sure she’s still in there?”
“Yeah, I hear something moving in the cockpit.”
“The chassis is moving! You see that?! I swear I saw a limb move.”
“It’s—”
“—Horrifying. A reactor meltdown would turn any human into mush, yet I’m still getting signals from her life support system. Well, barely; it’s so weak Ozzy had trouble picking it up.”
“Even if she didn’t turn into mush, the cockpit’s destroyed; that piece of shrapnel made a direct hit. Damnit, SEKHMET.”
“...Hey, Polaris?”
“Yeah?”
“You might wanna open your comms terminal.”
>//SIGNAL DETECTED
>//SOURCE: LICH [HORUS]; DESIGNATION “WILLOW”
>//PILOT: NADIRA STOTHARD; CALLSIGN "JACKDAW"
>//STATUS: ONLINE [EMERGENCY LIFE SUPPORT ACTIVE]
>//SECONDARY SIGNAL DETECTED
>//SOURCE: NHP
>//CLASS: DIDYMOS
>//INCOMING COMMUNICATION FROM SECONDARY SIGNAL
>//RECEIVE_TRUE, OPENDOC:::Y
>//TRANSCRIBING....
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Medbay.
Now.
#nadira#lancer rpg#sol writes#i will talk/write about my lancer oc whether you like it or not#jkjk but you will see more snippets of my writing warmups with her here#plus some narrative fragments from the current campaign i'm in#not sure if i wanna also crosspost onto ao3/squidge tho#but feel free to ask me abt her i am. filled with thoughts from the last session :)
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Your crow ass better be destroying that goat right now...
destroying that goat with my JACKDAWS rn 😂😂😂
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My philosophy in life is to be a stoic, but being really bad at it on purpose. Like yeah, wanting things, seeking pleasure and caring about things and getting attached to things will give you grief and ultimately only lead to suffering when you can't get them, when over-indulging in them takes a toll, or you lose the things you've grown to love, but that's awesome too.
I am going to seek frivolous things with the full awareness that I won't be fulfilled when I achieve them - the chase is better than the catch anyway, so I am going have fun working towards something that I think is going to be awesome. And either I'll catch it and realise it isn't as fun as I thought it would be or get bored of it immediately, therefore immediately jumping into another wild chase soon after, or then I'll get to spend my whole life looking forward to this cool awesome goal that I'm totally going to have one day. Both of them make me have faith in life.
I am going to fall in love with things, get obessed with frivolities and enjoy fleeting things with the full awareness that I am going to lose them all eventually. Am I going to get bored of the random song I am currently obsessed with? Yes, probably. Am I eventually going to lose the pretty silly things - breaking my favourite mug, having to let go of my work station, perhaps need to let go of my work altogether? Yeah, that'll happen, but that only makes me love them more now.
I'm not doing it wrong because I wouldn't understand how stoic philosophy is supposed to work - I'm doing it wrong on purpose because I know how things work. I am aware that I'll grow old if I'm lucky, and get injured or sick if I won't be, I am aware that both me and the love of my life are mortal. I am aware that the very way we are living in this quaint little town where we can go on a daily walk to get a fresh loaf of warm bread from a café bakery - and pausing to watch the jackdaws on our way there - is so extremely fragile.
I could go blind, I could lose the use of my arms or my legs, I could lose my partner. The war going on barely a stone's throw away could easily spread here, and destroy both this town and our way of life, perhaps for good, and knowing this doesn't stop me from weaving myself and my happiness tightly in it. I know I could save myself from mountains and oceans of future grief by not doing that, and I won't regret a single moment of doing it anyway.
"Man, it is going to slam dunk me so fucking bad when this silly, fleeting little thing is gone" doesn't deter me from loving and enjoying it, it enhances my enjoyment of it. I just hope I'll get to my 70s before I slam onto that wall.
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