#the sacrifice and the ferrier
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[Image description: Digital drawings of two original characters in black and white. The Ferrier wears a black, wide-brimmed hat; a shirt with puffy sleeves and an embroidered collar, cuffs, and hem; a vest with geometric patterns; a black, sleeveless overcoat with two lighter stripes near the hem; loose pants; and black sandals. They appear to have short, messy black hair, and their hat casts a shadow over their eyes.
The Sacrifice's clothes are almost entirely white and intricately embroidered. They wear a loose, long-sleeved shirt; a cropped and wide-collared vest which is buttoned together; dimije (voluminous pants which are gathered at the ankle); a cap with coins sewn into the sides; a very long veil which ends in tassels and is pinned to the cap; a necklace of coins; a belt of large metallic roundels; and black shoes. They have long, curly black hair and several moles on their face.
In the first drawing, the Ferrier stands while wringing their hands with an extremely flat expression. The Sacrifice stands behind them and carries a bag, looking off to the side with a small smile.
Next is a comic featuring the two of them, with all of the speech bubbles being cut out from Discord screenshots. There are full descriptions of all of the pages under the cut. End image description.]
first drawing based on this painting of a peasant and nun going to the market by amedeo preziosi; comic based on a convo between me and @wildcatfourteen that reads uncannily like our ocs LOL. happy birthday my friend <33
[Image description: Page one. The Ferrier has a small smirk as they point to an image which reads, "some of y'all would melt down in this situation. ONE HAS GOT TO GO: THE EYE, THE FORMLESS, THE ECSTATIC, THE SUN, THE WOUND, THE EGG." The Sacrifice replies with a carefree smile, "how can you choose ?? are they not all as g_d ordained ??"
The next panel shows that the two are sitting on opposite sides of a rowboat, which is stopped at the bank of a river going through a forest. The Sacrifice says, "i mean i guess if youre talking like which motifs i personally like to use in my hymns … i dont do much with the egg so that one"
The Ferrier frowns and says, "I don't know if I can forgive u for saying that. Egg… U GET RID OF EGG?"
The Sacrifice: "WHICH ONE WOULD U GET RID OF??"
The Ferrier: "The ecstatic"
Page two. The Sacrifice stares in astonished silence for a moment, and then says with a cartoony vein popping from their cheek, "I think ur saying that on purpose to piss me off. to get back at me for saying ehg. Why do u hold such hate in your heart"
The Ferrier closes their eyes and says nonchalantly, "I'm sorry it's not out of hate." They look off to the side and mutter, "Except u started this with ur egg slander"
The Sacrifice glares at them with dismay and says, "THE HATE IN YOUR HEART IS OVERTAKING YOU"
The Ferrier glares back, smiling through gritted teeth, and replies, "LOOK IN THR MIRROR"
Page three. The Ferrier pinches the bridge of their nose and says, "I can't believe this is what's causing an argument"
The Sacrifice puts their hands on their hips and snaps, "I WASNT EVEN SLANDERING EGGS? IM JUST SAYING PERSONALLY IF YOU FORCED ME? I HAVE NOTHING AGAINST EGGS I EAT THEM ALL THE TIME"
The Ferrier: "ITS NOT ABOUT EATINF THEM EVEN THO THEY ARE DELICIOUS AND VERSATILE." They roll their eyes and add, "Sorry for wanting to shatter my shell and be birthed anew"
The Sacrifice clasps their hands together with a smile, their eyes hidden by their speech bubble, and says, "see thats the thing for me there is no rebirth only resurrection . its not dying and being birthed anew its about dying and then undying . coming back from death with none of the catharsis of newness just being forced to hold on to the old and what you once were ."
The Ferrier pulls their hat down over their eyes and argues, "You say that and yet that is the whole point there is never any real birth of newness but just the illusion of it and the necessity to keep that illusion bc there is no coming back anew but taking whatever dead pieces u have and reconstructing some choppy form of a fresh creature"
Page four. The two sit in silence for a moment. Then the Ferrier says matter-of-factly, "Just like how ecstatic state is fake"
The Sacrifice glares at them and says, "how DARE you say ecstatic state is fake ."
The background turns black as the Ferrier's eyes go wide, gazing dramatically down at the viewer. They thunder, "ITS TEMPORARY"
The Sacrifice, also on a black background, holds their palms up with an ecstatic grin. One of their eyes is teary and a bright halo flashes around their head. They answer, "AS ARE ALL THINGS."
Page five. The Ferrier, looking irritated with a cartoony vein popping from their temple, says, "fine. Fine whatever." They turn away with gritted teeth. "I'm gonna go in my egg shell and not come out EVER !!!!"
The Sacrifice smiles with a thumbs up and says, "ok you do that im gonna be out here achieving union with the Beloved 👍"
The Ferrier turns as far away from the Sacrifice as they can and crosses their arms. "U go do that. Hmph!"
The Sacrifice does the same. "HMPH -_-"
A school of black fish swims through the river. A line at the bottom of the panel reads, "THEY STAYED LIKE THIS FOR THE NEXT 24 HOURS." End image description.]
#other#the sacrifice and the ferrier#the sacrifice#the ferrier#drawings#designs very much subject to change this is like a first pass ... but also no designs for them are actually canon dont worry abt it
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#Tom Cruise#War of the Worlds#War of the Worlds 2005#Ray Ferrier#pilvimarja edits#we were talking on the Roosmav server about the dads Tom has played and ranking which of them is actually the best dad#and believe it or not but we think Fail Dad Ray might actually be the winner#he starts out as a selfish weekend dad who's completely estranged from his kids but the character arc he's given turns him into a true Dad#who would sacrifice everything for his kids
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8th December 1959 saw the lifeboat RNLB Mona, based at Broughty Ferry, capsize in a storm in St Andrews Bay with the loss of all eight crew.
The lifeboat had been called to assist the North Carr lightship which had broken from its mooring and was believed adrift in St Andrews Bay. The conditions when the lifeboat was launched at 3.13 a.m. were atrocious. The last radio message was received from the Mona at 4.48 a.m. As the boat rounded the headland she capsized. No matter how long ago this tragedy occurred the sacrifice of the men involved is not forgotten far and wide but especially in Broughty Ferry.
The lost crew were coxswain Ronald Grant, 28, acting second coxswain George Smith, 53, bowman George Watson, 38, motor mechanic John Grieve, 56, second mechanic James Ferrier, 43, John T Grieve, 22, Alexander Gall, 56, and David Anderson, 42.
All the crew of the lightship were rescued. In 11 years of operating the Mona and her crew had saved 118 lives.
According to a letter to the Dundee Evening Telegraph, in January 2006, "Among some seamen, it was believed the vessel was tainted with evil, and they resolved to exorcise the boat in a 'viking ritual'". The Mona was taken to Cockenzie harbour on the river Forth in the dead of night, stripped of anything of value, chained to the sea wall, and burnt. The burning was done with the knowledge and permission of Lord Saltoun, the chairman of the Scottish Lifeboat Council. Questions were raised in the House of Commons about the destruction of a lifeboat built with public subscription.
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DreamWorks Trolls
Branch: Troll Of The Wildglade
Chapter 9: Call Of The Night
In Trolls Brotherhood AU, after Branch is injured by David Kane/The Black Manta, while they were rescue by the Alpha Sapphire, Harriet healing him for his strength, Poppy remembered she got punished by her father for touching the elephants and caused a chaos, in the Wildglades. Branch remembered his mother comfort him, since he was a baby, since his father's sacrifice himself to save his family from threat. Warning: this is going to be violent, blood and gore.
That night, Branch had a little trouble sleeping inside his tent, especially when he's hearing a scream from the other trolls, he walked out of the tent. He walked slowly, he saw the trolls scream in horror, the dogs barking at them and the forest were set on fire.
The troll: No! Please! (cried out in a desperate tone as the wolf dug it's fangs deep into his throat.) AAHHHH!
Branch: No...no,no,no,no...this...this can't be happening! (looking up at Dante Reyes and his hunters captured the trolls, and cutting down the forest.)
Dante Reyes: OHHHHHHHH! Troll, it's time to destroy the trees and burn down the forest. (The forest were captured in flame, Branch gasped)
Bounty Troll Hunters #1: We found him! (The trolls screaming in terror, their hairs turned white as they running in horror, Arthur Slugworth and his partners used their butterfly nets,they're caught them, grabbed them and they put them in a giant maroon bag.) They're in the bags.
Troll #1: No! Don't hurt us! Please! Don't hurt me! Please!
Troll #2: Please! I don't want to die!
Branch: Let's them go! (Opened his eyes, tears streaming down his cheeks as he looked up at Ignacio in horror, Ignacio Carapax with an evil smile, his eyes wide and breath heavy.)
Ignacio Carapax: (clapped his hands with an evil laugh) It's the only way...
Alder run to see him, he is captured by Dante Reyes with his knife. He stabbed his head, he then pulled his knife out of his head, he threw him at him, the dog sunk it's fangs deep into his throat, the dog growling fiercely as Branch indeeply is shocked to see his mother and his grandmother are found dead.
Branch: Mom! Grandma! No! Please, no! You are a monster! You killed my mother and my grandmother! Just my father! (The hunters laughing wickedly, he sobbing in fear, before everything faded to back.) NOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Branch: AHHHH! (screamed as he jumped up in his tent, sweat pouring down his face as he panting heavily, looking around himself in complete panic...) It...it was just a bad dream. (Sobbing, his heart still racing in terror from the nightmare he had just woken up from.) He then walked out of the tent. As he climbed up the fence and watch Sky, flew going back and forth and all around wildly.
Branch: Hey, bud. You might want to see me, and calm me down now. People are trying to sleep, you know, (Sky grunted and looked at him) What's the matter, Sky?
Poppy: (opened her eyes and getting up by looked at him and his dragon friend) Don't remember me from before? (they heard Gloria recognized about the Wildglades, Dr. Ferrier warned everyone about Reyes and his hunters will burn the forest down to ashes. Branch gasped and his heart still racing and shivering in his fear of the fires. The brothers looked at him as he scared and they were worried about their father's sacrifice during the attack and the fires in the forest)
John Dory, Spruce, Clay and Floyd: Branch?
Floyd: We heard you scream from your tent, and why are you scared? (Branch sobbing) Oh no!
Spruce: You dreamed of that's man who kidnapped us in our home and I was very sad about Dad's death.
John Dory: WAAAAAAAAH!
Everybody walked and see the brothers comfort him and they see Abacus Chunch arrived in the tent, he brought an Hokkien psychic medium nun who nun clothes named Joyce Reynolds and her Egyptian British assistant Alessandro Longo, who wears black suit with navy blue belt around his waist, they see Airazor flew in the camp and see them and introduced herself.
Poppy: (her jaws dropped) Who's are you?
The brothers: (their eyes opened wide) What's are you?
Airazor: Very good question, but my name is Airazor, I am a Maximal warrior and I will protect the nature from harm. Clay, that is your brothers, John Dory, Spruce, Floyd and Branch, since your father's sacrifice himself to save all of you and your family, the Maximals and I saved you and your friend Viva, they were children, we met them in the forest during the fire cause explosion and a madman was killed in the fire.
In the flashback, Clay and Viva ran out of the bag, he see his father's sacrifice himself to save them from the hunters.
Young Clay: Papa! (Viva grabbed his arm and run, the wood twitched down, they scream and then Optimus Primal threw the wood over it and Hernan Reyes groaned in pain, Cheetor raced down and Airazor grabbed them and they escaped from the forest as they can.)
Teenage Dante Reyes: Dad!
Past Hernan Reyes: Dante, you have to go!
Airazor: (Baby Branch crying and wailing in fear, they got out of the forest, Dante and the hunters get in the jeep and then the fires cause explosion and Hernan Reyes scream and groaned in pain, by burning him to ashes. Thorn panting heavily in his injury since he sacrifice himself to save them from the hunters.) Your father defeat him, until he died from his injury since you were a babe, you three were children. Was your grandfather's land and your father spoke up for his last words in his dying wish.
Past Thorn: This is my home. This was my father's land. This is my land and my sons will rule it when time comes! And his children will for generations to come! We'll protect it and our family with our lives. Never...come...back!
End of the flashback, Branch knew that land was his grandfather's passing to his father as the new leader, before he died, since he was a baby and he lost his father and he is in his heart.
Branch: I understand how you feel. You would have love it there. Guys, we would love it there. There's miles of untouched land, fresh air, food, and water to enjoy, the sun shining all day, the stars ever so clear and brightly though the nights, and kind creatures all around. The Wildglades is our home. Ever been there?
Floyd: Since, Clay found us, since we were captured by Dante Reyes and his hunters take us to the arena, a soldier almost hurt us and Branch got injured by David Kane.
Branch remembered when he was a month old, his mother had told him the story about the creatures, she'd ever known.
-Flashback-
Ivy: Why are you still awake? (standing in the doorway of Branch's room. A month old baby Branch was in his cradle.) Well, I have a cure for that: a story, (walked down and carried him gently while sitting on her chair.) And this one is true. Long ago, in olden days, the forests surrounding our village was visited by herds of one of the most sacred creatures in the world: the dragons, dragons are majestic and great. While most creatures would easily come towards you without worry, but only special dragons will choose very special people to be their partners. (Branch cooed and opened his eyes, giggled) Because I was one of those people choose by them. I had a dragon for a friend, or should I say, we were family, his name is Phoenix and sometimes, he's so fast it's like he's flying with the wind itself. His scales was bright and orange like the sun. His horns and tail, scarlet like the scorching blaze and piercing blue eyes. I've known him since he was a baby and we've grown up together the death of his mother. (Branch cooed) One night, Phoenix's herds was attacked by invaders and his mother was killed as a result. I was there that night and managed to protect him until your grandfather Oak came to our rescue, sending the enemies away. Since then, we've been together, riding every day and feeling the wind in my hair every time we rode. It was the sheer joy of freedom that we cherish the most when we ride, but nothing is more precious than the bond of our family. (Branch cooed and giggled) Of course I do. I love him very much, just as much as I love you, your brothers, your father and your grandmother. You see, my son, as we've reached adulthood, Phoenix has received the call of the wild and freedom while I received another call: the call of love. While he longed for freedom, I've set Phoenix free because that is how he should be. We said our farewells and he went home to his herd as its leader. I miss him to this very day, but I have my life and he has his.
Young Floyd: Mommy, what are you telling about dragons?
Ivy: Of course, Floyd but actually I did. Once more. I saw him again years later after marrying your father. It was before you were born, while you were born while you, Branch and your brothers were growing inside of me and your father, since the day we met.
Young Clay: MOMMY! There's a monster in my bed and it's going to eat me. (Ivy, Floyd, and Branch gasped, Ivy with a heart warming smile, and she comfort him when she tells stories about a dragon named Phoenix. John Dory and Spruce yawned and talk to their father, Thorn smile proudly makes and take them back to beds. They continue with the story.)
Ivy: When John and Spruce were little trollings, I was pregnant with Clay, your father, your brothers and I were alone until Phoenix appeared before us, but he wasn't alone. He brought his whole family with him.
Baby Branch: (happy smile and giggled) Mama, haha!
Young Floyd: Did he had kids? (Branch cooed)
Ivy: At that time, he had two and one on the way, he has a son, the oldest and strongest. He's a ginger dragon scales with dark brown horns and tail and brown eyes. He's the one who represents Phoenix the most. I called him Blaze. And his daughter, Misty,is the smartest. Her scales bluish grey, a teal horn and tail, and green eyes. With her pelt blending in the mist and fog, she can avoid being detected from enemies. And his mate, a beautiful, elegant dragon with white scales, horns and tail were cerulean with teal streaks, and blue-green eyes. I called her Bella for her beauty. Seeing Phoenix and his family has brought me hope of the family, after you and Clay were born, I was pregnant with Branch, seeing Phoenix and his family has brought me hope of the family I will later on and I did moment of my life. Well, that and after marrying your father. After that, I've never saw him again, but I am sure that he's happy with his herd, freedom, and family. God want all of us to send us all to be freedom from threat. (she rubs her nose with his, making them giggle. She then kissed his forehead.)
Floyd: Goodnight, mommy, goodnight, Branch. (Branch yawned and closed his eyes, he's fast asleep, she put him back to his cradle.) I love you.
Ivy: Love you too, (she sang a lullaby for her son)
-End Flashback-
The brothers sighed, thinking of their home and their mother and their grandmother waiting for them, and Branch saw the water of reflection, about their father.
Branch: Father, I know you're out there somewhere. We truly miss you and everyone also back home. I know that this place is better than the arena, but it still isn't home.I wish you were here so Clay mentioned you sacrifice yourself for saving us from the hunters' attack and the fires that we can see you, we were captured by Dante Reyes and his hunters, we were rescued by Clay, Viva and their friends at least one more time. (hopefully as he felt weariness taking over him.)
Airazor: Your father, he is up in his heavenly home, was your grandfather's land call The Wildglade. He live in you and your brothers and you see him in the water of reflection. (Branch gasped and looked up to see the sky, the clouds appeared to shaped like his father's spirit.)
Voice: (echoing) Branch...
Branch: Huh? Hey, I'm not sure but I have a feeling that you won't hurt me. (raised his hand and petted his nose which he purred in result. But then, Branch took another closer look at the dragon and his colors rang a familiar bell in his mind.) Phoenix?You're my mother's dragon, aren't you? Am I suppose to get on you?
Voice: (echo) Branch... (his eyes widened at the soft voice, the warm light of the sun falling exactly over him, some sort of aura around him making him look angelic.
Branch: (gasped and smile) Father? Father! (The brothers looked at their father Thorn who is a spirit of the Spirit World.)
Floyd: (gasped) Father, is that really you?
Spruce & Clay: (gasped) Dad?
John Dory: Daddy! (With his tears of joy)
Spirit Thorn: Oh Branch, boys, my sons. I am here.
Branch: But how?
John Dory: Daddy, we missed you! (Sobbing)
Spirit Thorn: Well, after I sacrifice myself, against Henan and his hunters to destroy our home. After I died from my injury since I became a spirit of the Spirit World. The hunters led by Henan Reyes' son Dante Reyes.
Branch: What!
Floyd: Father, you're watching over us, Clay saved us from harm, we got beaten by a soldier.
John Dory, Spruce and Clay: How?
Spirit Thorn: And I've missed you as well. But, I am happy that you are here now. I've watched over you five and your family and how you've grown since then. You boys come so far from the innocent little boys you were to the proud, strong, and brave warrior, you will take my place as the new leader of Glade Clan by to defeat Talons Bounty Troll Hunters and they will be peace with the humans. Does she have a name?
Branch: Her name is Poppy, she looked very depressed and she live in her bunker, I try to make her smile, and we been to train to defeat Talons and we will be peace with the humans and the forest will be safe. (The brothers looked as he disappeared from the night sky.)
Spirit Thorn: Will you sing for me, my sons? I want to hear the angelic voice you are so gifted with.
Branch: Dad, it would be our pleasure. Just know
Floyd: Father?
Clay: (sobbing) Where is he?
Spruce: (started to cry and sobbing)
John Dory: Daddy? (Sobbing)
Spirit Thorn: But you will be strong and you boys will be brave. Your mother and your grandmother are back home, waiting for you boys. But most of all, I'm always with you boys, even when you boys can't see me. I'm here.
The brothers: We know that now.
John Dory: Daddy?
Spruce: Dad?
Clay: Dad?
Floyd: Father?
Branch: Father, we love you.
Spirit Thorn: And I love you, boys, forever and always.
The brothers gasped for air and noticed they're back inside the tent. Branch placed his hand on the face and felt wetness from the tears he had shed. Poppy looked at them, he took a deep breath to calm himself down and wiped his tears. Harriet heard a spirit came from the outside, Noah, Elena, Tej, Roman and Ramsey saw Branch sobbing, since they see their father for the first time since his sacrifice and death, they were still depressed at the thought of his leaving. A South Korean man named Han Lue who wearing a navy blue suit with a black belt around his waist, she talked to them about the Wildglades, Elena puts blanket on them. Harriet talk to them until morning.
I hope this is going to be next chapter, our family passed away from their illness, old ages and others. They are in our hearts.
#trolls#troll oc#trolls branch#branch trolls#trolls jd#trolls john dory#trolls spruce#trolls clay#trolls floyd#trolls bruce#trolls oc#trolls poppy#dante reyes#elena wallace#maximals#noah diaz#sad thoughts#Spotify#trolls au#dreamworks trolls#trolls brotherhood au#trolls baby branch
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henry cavill, pansexual, cismale + he/him → isn’t that azur zaretti? i’ve seen them hanging out with the dragonkin. i hear they’re five hundred years old, but they’ve only been at the chateau for fifteen years. they seem to be independent & eloquent, but also stoic & cynical. it’s cool that they’re capable of hydrokinesis!
GET TO KNOW THE MUSE
Name: Azur Zaretti
Nickname(s): Blue
Age: 500
Date of Birth: September 20th
Zodiac: Virgo
Place of Birth: Europe
Race / Ethnicity: White
Gender: CIS-Male
Pronouns: He/Him
Sexual Orientation: Pansexual
Romantic Orientation: Homoromantic
Species: Hydrokinetic Dragonkin
FAMILY
Siblings: Seven - all across the globe, but Azur isn’t sure if they’re alive or dead
Children: Three that he’s aware of - though there may certainly be more
APPEARANCE
Height: 6′8
Build: Herculean, Toned, Broad
Hair Color: White-Blond
Eye Color: Blue
Distinguishing Features: Massive frame, brilliantly blue reptilian eyes
Biography
Born with vibrant blue eyes on a stormy September night, Azur had grown up knowing that he was special. Stories from his grandfather, one of the dragons that had survived the mass-genocide among dragon kind when knights and noblemen alike sought after hunting down the majestic creatures for glory - and witches hunting them for their magical body parts - had inspired Azur to want to survive. Not just for himself, but for his grandfather’s sacrifice - sacrificing his draconic frame by combining his soul with a human to help create the first dragonkin - as he felt that if he didn’t survive, he was practically insulting his grandfather’s legacy and the legacy of all the other dragons that did what they could to survive.
For years, Azur - named for the blue of his eyes - lived among the mortal world, moving from country to country to avoid being detected as it was obvious that he didn’t quite age like a human and he picked up jobs among the way that best suited his capabilities. From a knight to a blacksmith to a ferrier to a longshoreman to a farmer, Azur used his brute strength and large size to make a living while also working to survive and keep from being detected. But the one thing that he loved the most was being able to practice his abilities - alone, in the wilds, he would practice manipulating the water around him, become a master at it by the time he reached his three-hundredth year. One of his favorite techniques involves creating a bubble around his nose and mouth, acting as a respirator while he swam underwater, but it is one that took him many gallons of inhaled water to perfect.
As he lived among the centuries, though, Azur would find himself bedding other dragonkin in the hopes to keep their lineage going. While he had seven siblings himself, he wanted to ensure that dragonkin would be able to survive and that, one day, perhaps dragons could return back to the sky without fear of being hunted down as they had once been. Because of this, though, Azur has sired three children - that he’s aware of, at the very least - and that to him is his biggest accomplishment because that is ensuring the survival of his species.
It was one of his whelps, though, that told him about Alexandria. While he was skeptical about a haven for supernatural creatures, especially considering that he knew witches were partially responsible for the genocide against his ancestors, he decided to check it out if only because he knows that he’s getting on in age and that he won’t be around too much longer. He’s even taken on a job at the local firestation as a firefighter, glad to use his hydrokinetic abilities to help protect others and perhaps show that dragons aren’t the monsters that people thought they were - but he also acts as a guardian of the town, someone that protects the safe haven from the hunters that would look at the place as an all-you-can-eat buffet of supernaturals to hunt and kill. With his skills in swordsmanship and hand-to-hand combat, he knows that it’s very unlikely that anyone would be able to best him - and he figures that if he had to protect anyone… he’d consider it the future of the dragonkin.
But before he dies, he foolishly hopes to one day see dragons roaming the skies once more.
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NAME. Salvador Mairena
AGE & BIRTH DATE. Unknown & 2600+
GENDER & PRONOUNS. Male & He/Him
SPECIES. Vampire
BLOODLINE. Pluto
OCCUPATION. Marshal & Sommelier at Old Frascati
FACE CLAIM. Carlos Miranda
biography
A feudal lord for a father and a seamstress for a mother, life may have seemed mundane but Salvador was the eldest of many, a human weaned from structure and elegance, molded to become an inherent perfectionist. Jades and gemstones were cultivated under the hands of his family name, the grueling and toiling work to produce such an exemplary craft prompted Salvador’s eldest child syndrome. Death had danced around his mortal life, under the guise of their craft, most of their jadeites were produced as funerary offerings, carefully sculpted to honor the warriors and nobles that would come to be buried on the outskirts of their village.
Gems were prized, especially those not made of semi precious stones, imperial jade was what his father mined and crafted. They were not ferriers of death, nor omens, but his family came after the curtains closed, their crafted offerings sought after for mortuary means. Mayan warriors buried with a personally-carved talisman, some merely dedicated to the god of obsidian and conflict.Tezcatlipoca garnered many facets to what the deity may rule over, but battle and conflict was at the height of such belief, the warriors within Salvador’s civilization dying under the diety’s namesake. In spite of the frequent amass of death that hinted around his life, Salvador held heartily to his own divine beliefs.
A pantheon of deities heralded over his mortal life, the cosmogony of his purpose revolving back towards them. The gods were encompassing figures: creator, preserver, and destroyer. Gods, deities, he’d held firm in his belief of the gods, until a vampire came to his village and answered the very riddle that such figures could encompass; creator, preserver, destroyer. The chief and nobles, such as his father, could balk at this creature, horrified at the plagues it wrought upon their village. Swarms of locusts, broods of bats, filth-ridden rats festered within the village as this creature settled within. Salvador watched as the inner workings of his home and community were slowly ripped apart and he somehow, marveled at it. This was what he revered, something he thought to have never met; creator, preserver, destroyer. A noble life sullied and ripped away and yet Salvador, at the mercy of this creature, was given the chance to be transformed. Preserved in immortality, created anew as a vampire of Pluto.
Grinding tables and grinding stones littered his mortal life, a grueling existence to churn out cherished and unsullied gems and jades and Salvador could learn to leave it behind. When one has no options left upon the table, one flips the board in their favor and that was as such that this destroyer of his mortal life, became the creator for the Lush’s new.
Bloodletting and human sacrifice were intricately woven into the deities Salvador once worshiped, he’d learn to savor and relish in that which was bestowed upon him. Once considered a brute and scourge upon the region, Salvador discovered the control his Pluto sire could garner, the rules established within themselves. Life had suddenly never been so effortless, Salvador now stronger, more adept; he too could become creator, preserver, and destroyer in due time.
Years stretched on within his newfound immortality, his sire lost along the way. He’d been vetted under his perfectionism and control and left to the mercy of the world; progeny and sire could not be saddled together forever. Banking out upon the Caribbean, Salvador took up stake as a pirate and trader. He’d garnered the fumes of his family's former glory, the gems and riches, and it’d gotten the Pluto vampire far. Gluttony did not creep upon Salvador until he’d eventually sailed into Rome. Pirates may have earned a reputation that was to be met with chagrin, but Salvador was an honest trader, one who would only meet violence if it greeted him first. Control was at the forefront of his crafts and diligence, not easily swayed as he set up within the epicenter of Rome, a place uncharted.
Becoming a Marshal seemed to be a correct place to sway towards considering his diplomacy and his disinterest with the lavishness that crept around every corner. Hedonism seemed to be born directly from the underbelly of Rome, countless thralls, underground trading; it’d be a mountain to overtake and overhaul but a younger Salvador had been ready. Immortality provided a gateway to new proclivities and his vampirism was only an added perk to enhanced senses. It’d started as small bribes here, a cant of a neck there, but gluttony swept Salvador up with ease. Blood had never been so accessible and of such different brands and potencies. Power and influence under his Senator could only provide the Lush the privilege to take what once could never be his.
Years within the belly of such a beast have whittled Salvador down, watching as evils crept from the corners and alleyways of Rome, being unable to defend his Senator as she met the mercy of necromancy. Once known to be a staunchly reliable Marshal, the Pluto vampire has given into the perks of such a world, influence and power corrupting what he’d once promised for Rome; to salvage it from evils which lurk, to scour it from the darkness that corrupts. Greed has never been worn so well.
personality
+ earnest, courageous, loyal
– hedonistic, greedy, venal
played by gia. est. he/him.
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Il y avait une petite ville… et un grand roi vint contre elle… or il s’y trouva un homme pauvre et sage, qui délivra la ville par sa sagesse ; mais personne ne se souvint de cet homme pauvre. Ecclésiaste 9. 14, 15
Bienheureux celui qui comprend le pauvre ! Psaume 41. 1
Comprendre le pauvre
Pour connaître le bonheur de “celui qui comprend le pauvre”, il faut d’abord discerner que Jésus Christ est cet “homme pauvre et sage” venu dans le monde pour délivrer ceux qui étaient prisonniers de la puissance du péché. En quittant la gloire du ciel, Jésus a vécu dans la pauvreté afin que par sa pauvreté, tous ceux qui croient en lui soient enrichis (2 Corinthiens 8. 9). Comprendre le pauvre, c’est accepter ce que Jésus a accompli sur la croix. Il a été “l’homme de douleurs” (Ésaïe 53. 3), s’offrant lui-même pour abolir le péché par son sacrifice. Il a triomphé par sa mort et “a rendu impuissant celui qui avait le pouvoir de la mort, c’est-à-dire le diable” (Hébreux 2. 14). Sa résurrection, qui atteste sa victoire définitive, est la base de notre foi.
Comprendre le pauvre, c’est donc connaître Jésus Christ, Celui qui s’est fait pauvre pour nous. Par son moyen nous possédons la seule vraie richesse : être aimés de Dieu. “Mais personne ne se souvint de cet homme pauvre”, conclut ce récit de l’Ecclésiaste. La sagesse de l’homme “affligé et pauvre” (Psaume 40. 17) est méprisée dans ce monde et ses paroles ne sont pas écoutées. Les hommes incrédules vivent comme si Christ n’était pas mort sur la croix pour les sauver. Dieu fait pourtant entendre cet appel à ces pécheurs perdus – à vous peut-être : “Venez à moi, vous tous qui vous fatiguez et qui êtes chargés, et moi, je vous donnerai du repos” (Matthieu 11. 28).
Peut-être avez-vous répondu à cet appel du Sauveur, mais vous n’avez pas désiré vous souvenir de lui comme il l’a pourtant demandé la nuit où il a été livré (Luc 22. 15-20). Dieu a veillé à ce que la mémoire du nom de Jésus et de l’œuvre qu’il a accomplie soient perpétuées à travers tous les âges. C’est donc à tous ceux qui sont le fruit de son sacrifice à la croix de participer au mémorial qu’il leur a laissé. Amis chrétiens, toutes les fois que, réunis autour du Seigneur, nous mangeons le pain et buvons la coupe, nous annonçons la mort du Seigneur jusqu’à ce qu’il vienne (1 Corinthiens 11. 26). Heureux sommes-nous de nous souvenir ainsi de cet “homme pauvre et sage” qui “par sa pauvreté” nous a tellement “enrichis” !
A. Ferrier
➡ Dimanche 21 mai 2023
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"I only want to be your best friend..."
It's Father's Day, so a perfect excuse to share more of some of my favorite series of letters--those from Murat to his eldest daughter, Letitia (who was ten years old at the time). Here are three from May of 1812, when Murat was on his way to join the Grande Armée for the Russian campaign; he would not see his family again until the end of January 1813.
[Transcribed in Murat's own original all-lowercase; apparently he rarely used punctuation either, so I'm assuming the original editor was the one who added it into these to make them more readable. The occasional variations in spelling of Letitia's name (ex. "Loetitia") are also Murat's. Any translation errors are my own.]
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St. Cloud, 7 May 1812
my dear letitia, i arrived in good health, though sorry for having left my good children, but happy to have seen the queen again who is going to get en route for naples. my dear letitia, she returns alone, papa will not accompany her; honor, the well-being of my children, the interest of my kingdom command this great sacrifice, the love that i bear for the emperor is as to me a law to go and fight; but don’t be distressed: all the gods will watch over me. your mama, the love of my peoples will safeguard you during my absence: and prompt successes will soon restore to you your papa, and he will return to you, i hope, even more worthy of himself and of you. make wishes for me, heaven always grants the prayers of beautiful souls like yours, pure like those of all my children. you, do not cry on my absence, sigh only for my return, our sighs will be heard, because i will imitate you, i will ask heaven for a prompt victory, and a prompt return to the midst of my family. yet work hard, make mama and mme de roquemont happy, write to me often, your letters bring me happiness. give my regards to mmes picerno and ferrier and to mme athénaïs. embrace louise, my good louise, for me. i will look forward to embracing you. how i am going to miss our lovely concerts, and our lovely games of wist and our charming soirées: these memories will console me. i need them. farewell, farewell, my daughter. i embrace you with all my heart.
your good papa
J. Napoléon
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Paris, 15 May 1812
my dear loetitia. mama will give you this letter. i will not accompany her. i am going to be separated again from her and from my children, but i hope that my absence will not be long and that soon it will be permitted to me to go and embrace you. i will send you three mantles and three dresses each, wear them for love of me, they cannot make you any more beautiful, but they will recall to you your papa. i await your portrait with impatience. farewell, my dear children, make mme de roquemont happy and love your good papa always. speak often of him: you will always be in his memory. i embrace you with all my heart, as well as my good louise.
your affectionate father
J.N.
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Posen, 24 May 1812
my dear letitia, it has been a long time since i left you and this time must have seemed for you as extremely long as it has for me. when will i see you again? soon i hope because the emperor is accustomed to getting to work quickly; but nothing has begun yet, we await the signal of battles and only then will i be able to fix a little closer the time of my return. how beautiful will be the day when i will embrace my beautiful letitia, when i will embrace all my children, when i will be united with them to be separated from them no more! already your lovely mama enjoys this happiness. yet my letitia works, sings, makes great progress, perfects her youthful talents, she will want to pleasantly surprise me upon my arrival and prove to me by facts how much she has taken advantage of the moments of our separation. yes, you should apply yourself and follow with courage the course of your studies. how happy you will be one day, having acquired such knowledge, such talents, and to be able, in any event, to be sufficient in yourself to make those happy to whom you have attached your destiny. your papa, your mama will be themselves happy for your happiness. do you still ride your horse? i’m sorry for taking away gaeta [ed. note–one of Letitia’s horses] and i am tempted to send the order to return her to you. however i will look for a pretty polish pony that i will send you, you will ride him often, you will love him very much, papa will have given him to you. –you don’t neglect dancing, you always study english, german, i don’t speak to you of italian, you are neapolitan and you should know your language. take great care with your writing, a beautiful character gives a new grace to all that one writes; you read well, because madame de roquemont reads marvelously, and you know how much a lovely diction lends its charms, even to the best of writing; read a lot, but may your readings be within your grasp. avoid with care that which can bring into your young heart any trouble, or agitation. at your age one should only experience sweet and tranquil feelings. you will not abandon drawing, you will like painting. the arts awaken the imagination, elevate the soul; what sublime talent to be able to revive on canvas one who is no longer, or whose absence we mourn, to retrace on paper the places we have loved. but i see that i’m moralizing, that i’m setting myself up as governess, this isn’t my intention. i would badly fulfill such delicate functions, and you would be losing in the change. i only want to be your best friend, the most tender father.
tell achille that i will write him one of these days; kiss your mama for me, make her very happy, her health has need of calm and happiness. kiss your brothers and your sister. i embrace you with all my heart.
your good father
J.N.
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The entire translated series of these letters, Quarante lettres de Joachim Murat à sa fille Laetitia, can be found in four parts on my blog at the links below:
https://projectmurat.blog/2019/11/15/forty-letters-to-letitia-part-one-i-x/
https://projectmurat.blog/2019/11/18/forty-letters-to-letitia-part-two-xi-xx/
https://projectmurat.blog/2019/11/24/forty-letters-to-letitia-part-three-xxi-xxx/
https://projectmurat.blog/2019/11/30/forty-letters-to-letitia-part-four-xxxi-xl/
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INTRODUCING
kellan lutz, pansexual, cismale + he/him → isn’t that azur zaretti? i’ve seen them hanging out with the dragonkin. i hear they’re five hundred years old, but they’ve only been at the chateau for fifteen years. they seem to be independent & eloquent, but also stoic & cynical. it’s cool that they’re capable of hydrokinesis!
GET TO KNOW THE MUSE
Name: Azur Zaretti
Nickname(s): Blue
Age: 500
Date of Birth: September 20th
Zodiac: Virgo
Place of Birth: Europe
Race / Ethnicity: White
Gender: CIS-Male
Pronouns: He/Him
Sexual Orientation: Pansexual
Romantic Orientation: Homoromantic
Species: Hydrokinetic Dragonkin
FAMILY
Siblings: Seven - all across the globe, but Azur isn’t sure if they’re alive or dead
Children: Three that he’s aware of - though there may certainly be more
APPEARANCE
Height: 6′7
Build: Herculean,
Hair Color: Blond
Eye Color: Blue
Distinguishing Features: Massive frame, brilliantly blue reptilian eyes
NSFW
Preference: Dominant-Switch, Vers-Top
Kinks: Body Worship, Musk, Wrestling, Pits, Power-Play, Marking, Muscle Worship, Massages, Sweat, Temperature Play, Open To Others
Anti-Kinks: Age-Play, Little-Play, Waste-Play
Biography
Born with vibrant blue eyes on a stormy September night, Azur had grown up knowing that he was special. Stories from his grandfather, one of the dragons that had survived the mass-genocide among dragon kind when knights and noblemen alike sought after hunting down the majestic creatures for glory - and witches hunting them for their magical body parts - had inspired Azur to want to survive. Not just for himself, but for his grandfather’s sacrifice - sacrificing his draconic frame by combining his soul with a human to help create the first dragonkin - as he felt that if he didn’t survive, he was practically insulting his grandfather’s legacy and the legacy of all the other dragons that did what they could to survive.
For years, Azur - named for the blue of his eyes - lived among the mortal world, moving from country to country to avoid being detected as it was obvious that he didn’t quite age like a human and he picked up jobs among the way that best suited his capabilities. From a knight to a blacksmith to a ferrier to a longshoreman to a farmer, Azur used his brute strength and large size to make a living while also working to survive and keep from being detected. But the one thing that he loved the most was being able to practice his abilities - alone, in the wilds, he would practice manipulating the water around him, become a master at it by the time he reached his three-hundredth year. One of his favorite techniques involves creating a bubble around his nose and mouth, acting as a respirator while he swam underwater, but it is one that took him many gallons of inhaled water to perfect.
As he lived among the centuries, though, Azur would find himself bedding other dragonkin in the hopes to keep their lineage going. While he had seven siblings himself, he wanted to ensure that dragonkin would be able to survive and that, one day, perhaps dragons could return back to the sky without fear of being hunted down as they had once been. Because of this, though, Azur has sired three children - that he’s aware of, at the very least - and that to him is his biggest accomplishment because that is ensuring the survival of his species.
It was one of his whelps, though, that told him about the Chateau. While he was skeptical about a haven for supernatural creatures, especially considering that he knew witches were partially responsible for the genocide against his ancestors, he decided to check it out if only because he knows that he’s getting on in age and that he won’t be around too much longer. He’s even taken on a job at the local firestation as a firefighter, glad to use his hydrokinetic abilities to help protect others and perhaps show that dragons aren’t the monsters that people thought they were - but he also acts as a guardian of the Chateau, someone that protects the place from the hunters that would look at the place as an all-you-can-eat buffet of supernaturals to hunt and kill. With his skills in swordsmanship and hand-to-hand combat, he knows that it’s very unlikely that anyone would be able to best him - and he figures that if he had to protect anyone... he’d consider it the future of the dragonkin.
But before he dies, he foolishly hopes to one day see dragons roaming the skies once more.
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[Image description: A digital drawing of two circular symbols. The symbol on the left has a pattern of pointing arms and mammalian legs radiating from it, with sharp geometric designs at its center. The symbol on the right has wisps resembling hair or long seagrasses radiating from it, with a cluster of teary eyes at its center. End image description.]
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The Story:
“SNP MP admits she brought Covid-19 into Parliament.
Margaret Ferrier felt ill; took a test; before result came back, travelled to Westminster; then result came back positive.
She found out on MONDAY she was positive - she has only said this publicly today ie THURSDAY.
Commons authorities not confirming when they found out Margaret Ferrier had attended Parliament while infectious....
Senior SNP official tells me party only found out today that Ferrier had broken the rules by failing to self-isolate when she should have. Sounds like she tried to keep it quiet for 3 days.
Update: Commons and SNP were told on *Wednesday* that Ferrier had tested positive. One close contact in Westminster was identified and is now self-isolating.
Sounds like they knew yesterday she was ill but did not realise she had broken rules and tried to cover it up until today.
David Linden is the first SNP MP to call for Margaret Ferrier to step down from the Commons. He tells...: "It's utterly inexcusable... I don’t think her position is tenable and she should resign."”-Hugo Gye
“SNP MP Margaret Ferrier speaking in the chamber on Monday evening at 7.20pm.
Her statement today: "On Monday evening I received a positive test result for covid-19"
She was speaking in 'General debate on Covid-19'”-Ross Kampsell
“At 7.15pm on Monday night, the same night Margaret Ferrier MP got her positive Covid-19 test result, she stood up in the Commons and paid tribute to the hard work of NHS and care workers during the pandemic.”-Kate McCann
Reactions:
“This is utterly indefensible. It’s hard to express just how angry I feel on behalf of people across the country making hard sacrifices every day to help beat COVID. The rules apply to everyone and they’re in place to keep people safe. MP Ian Blackford is right to suspend the whip”-FM Nicola Sturgeon
“I have spoken with Margaret Ferrier this evening who fully accepts that what she did was wrong. Margaret will be referring herself to the parliamentary standards commissioner as well as the police. I am tonight suspending the whip from Margaret.”-Ian Blackford SNP Westminster MP.
“We are the middle of a pandemic - travelling hundreds of miles on public transport having tested positive for this deadly virus isn’t a mistake, it’s complete disregard for everything we are fighting against.
Margaret Ferrier must go, with immediate effect.”-Douglas Ross, Conservative MP.
“I apologise unreservedly for breaking Covid rules. After getting symptoms I got a test, went to a building with old men in it and did a speech. Learning I was positive I immediately got on public transport all the way to Scotland, pausing only briefly to gob on some diabetics.
Then I waited till Thursday to tell everyone, I want it to be a surprise when they find out they’ve been spreading it around their families.”James Felton
#life#real life#uk#uk politics#uk coronavirus#uk coronavirus lockdown#lockdown rules#scotland#member of parliament#house of commons#scottish national party
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Tragedy struck on 8th December 1959 the lifeboat RNLB Mona, based at Broughty Ferry, capsize in a storm in St Andrews Bay with the loss of all eight crew.
The lifeboat had been called to assist the North Carr lightship which had broken from its mooring and was believed adrift in St Andrews Bay. The conditions when the lifeboat was launched at 3.13 a.m. were atrocious. The last radio message was received from the Mona at 4.48 a.m. As the boat rounded the headland she capsized. No matter how long ago this tragedy occurred the sacrifice of the men involved is not forgotten far and wide but especially in Broughty Ferry.
The lost crew were coxswain Ronald Grant, 28, acting second coxswain George Smith, 53, bowman George Watson, 38, motor mechanic John Grieve, 56, second mechanic James Ferrier, 43, John J Grieve, 22, Alexander Gall, 56, and David Anderson, 42.
The Mona was washed up on Carnousite beach, a body, that of John J Grieve was found nearby, later five more bodies were found on the lifeboat, Bowman George Watson’s body was never found.
All the crew of the North Carr were rescued.
In 11 years of operating the Mona and her crew had saved 118 lives.
According to a letter to the Dundee Evening Telegraph, in January 2006, “Among some seamen, it was believed the vessel was tainted with evil, and they resolved to exorcise the boat in a ‘viking ritual’”. The Mona was taken to Cockenzie harbour on the river Forth in the dead of night, stripped of anything of value, chained to the sea wall, and burnt. The burning was done with the knowledge and permission of Lord Saltoun, the chairman of the Scottish Lifeboat Council. Questions were however raised in the House of Commons about the destruction of a lifeboat built with public subscription, sailors are a very superstitious lot though.
Before the Mona was burnt extensive tests were carried out and no faults could be found with the engine or indeed sea worthiness of the lightboat, it was established it had merely capsized.
A service was later held at St James’ Church, the Fisherman’s Kirk at Broughty Ferry. They joined the many hundreds of people from all walks of life who went to the memorial service. The Church only seats 450 and the service was relayed to another 300 in the church Hall and to hundreds who stood in Fort Street on a cold windy, wet forenoon. People started to queue outside the church doors an hour before the service began, but few of them were able to get in.
Soon after the service ended the first of the funerals of the seven men whose bodies have been recovered took place. Small crowds gathered outside the homes of the six Broughty Ferry men who perished. Hundreds attended the funerals of all the men.
The report of the burning of the Mona reads:
“Mona, the Broughty Ferry disaster lifeboat in which eight men died, was burned secretly on a dark beach at 4.30 a.m. Only a handful of men saw the Lifeboat – “perfectly sound and seaworthy”, destroyed on confidential orders phoned direct from London by a senior R.N.L.I. official. Few people in the Port Seaton holiday resort on the Forth Estuary near Edinburgh knew about it. Flames crackled as families slept in a tenement only 50 yards away – unaware of the funeral pyre
They only learned about it when they saw the smoking ruin on the rocks at daybreak. After dark on Thursday night the Mona was taken across the harbour basin and moored just inside the protection wall. Then about 4 am she was moved round the sea wall secured by two chains and left to settle on the rock-strewn foreshore as the tide ebbed.
She was set alight and by daybreak all that was left was part of the stern and superstructure – twisted charred metal, still smoking. Four men stripped the last of her metal fittings in the afternoon. And inquisitive youngsters were curtly told to leave the shore. In his office overlooking the harbour. Mr Bruce Jones of the ship repair-firm, said he could not discuss the matter.
The R.N.L.I. officials in London did not want it publicised. I got all my instructions verbally. I must honour the request. Was it really a funeral pyre “well it is not uncommon for this to happen after a disaster” said the senior Lifeboat official in London, “It would be rather unpleasant to put a new crew in a disaster”
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DreamWorks Trolls
Branch: Troll Of The Wildglade
Chapter 5: Viva & Clay At The Orphanage Home
During Trolls Brotherhood AU, Clay blamed himself for leaving the forest with Viva, they were kids. They are joined forces with their friends.
Clay running to the church, the doors opened and he when the sun had completely reached its morning peak, it was clear and peaceful, but he ran to the hallway as quickly as he possibly could.
Villager: That's creature just keeps getting weirder.
The children are playing their instruments and they dancing around each others, Abby looked at the paw prints and draw a little troll. Viva walked into the playroom. Clay walked into the room, and seeing a black woman wearing nun clothes with Italian man with light brown hair, green eyes, brown mustache and fair skin and wearing a cream collared button up shirt, reddish brown blazer jacket, brown pants with tan brown belt around his waist, black socks and gray loafers, his name is Dr. Leslie Ferrier who created Maximals, a western lowland gorilla named Optimus Primal, a cheetah named Cheetor, a white rhinoceros named Rhinox and a peregrine falcon named Airazor.
Cady walked into the church and saw her father, she picked Clay up and put him on her carry bag. She walked towards him.
Cady Heron: Dad!
Dr. Leslie Ferrier: Cady! (Hugs his daughter, Clay asked him about he left in the woods 20 years ago and Professor Bruce Davis walked into the church and warned them about Dante Reyes and the Talons Bounty Troll Hunters captured four teal trolls and a gray troll in the valley.) Uncle, what is it?
Professor Burce Davis: Leslie, Gabby, Reyes and his hunters captured the five trolls and take them to the village and someone created toxic chemicals.
Dr. Leslie Ferrier: Who!
Gabby: Afton, he created toxic chemicals to poison all the lands.
Clay: (gasped) No! My brothers are in danger, I have to save them! Before he'll poison my family and my brothers. (held a picture of his family and hug it.) Pop, you're in my heart, I think so fast that I miss you so much, wish me luck, I will save my brothers.
Abby and Travis walked into the church, Father Julius and Victoria Kord were in the meeting room with Abacus talking about not to hunt down trolls and poison all the lands.
Abacus: Victoria, how's could you? Why did Afton create toxic chemicals gas for poisoning the plants and the animals? The trolls and their trollings are safe in the forest until you are planning to poisoned them.
Victoria Kord: Because I raise my hand to make agreements to poison the nature, then the trolls will died in the Talons grasp and then we will destroy the forest, once and for all.
Jennifer Kord: What the hell are you doing Aunt! I want you to stop destroying the whole forest and leave the plants and the animals alone.
Clay: (walked toward the meeting and seemed Victoria asked Abacus to stop the protest. He sneak into the room, he walked quietly) Johnny, Spruce, Floyd, Branch, it's me, Clay, do you guys remember, I'm blaming myself for I left you guys, I was a little kid. Since Papa died for his sacrifice to save me and you guys expect Mom. I need you guys please, can everyone to hear me?
Victoria Kord: (Clay looked up at her with her cat on her lap, as it's hissed at him, Clay gasped) You! How's did you get here? (Clay scream and the cat jumped down by starting to change him, Abby looked down and she trying opened the door.)
Clay: (knocking on the door) I...Must....To...Get...Out of here, right now. (The door is opening, ran to the children. Abby whipped the cat's head.)
Abby Schmidt: (cat meowing) Bad kitty! Don't hurt a little troll, he just scared and worried about the other trolls.
Travis: Mom, sir, madam, a troll is scared and sad about leaving the forest.
Victoria Kord: Trolls are monsters! Who's entering this room. The hunters will be here any minutes. I don't want them to fail them again because you, Pastor!
Abacus Chunch: The boy is right, he is scared and his sadness, he fear losing the other trolls and blame himself for leaving the forest and I want Hernan Reyes and his hunters to stop hunting before he died when the fire started in the forest, they were rescue by the soldiers, I was sent to the hospital and the Glade Clan's leader died from his injury since he sacrifice himself to save the other trolls in the forest, 20 years ago. He needs his brothers for he leaving the forest. (Clay sobbing)
Victoria Kord: Forget! I will never trust you!
Noah Diaz: (he grew up as he wore police uniforms) No! Kord, Pastor Chunch, Reyes and his hunters went to hunt down trolls and I felt scared, I was a little, before the fires explosion in the forest and Reyes were burned to ashes, the trolls' leader died after the battle, it's sacrifice itself to protect his family.
Jennifer Kord: I will not hunt down trolls and he blame himself for leaving the forest during the fire cause explosion in the forest.
Victoria Kord walked out of the church and grabbed her cat, and walked into Afton's lab. At the playroom, the children are playing their instruments, they walked into the playroom. Clay asked Viva about they left the forest, she remembered the night, the hunters attack in the forest and then the fire started in the woods.
Viva: What? Poppy? (gasped) I'm a lost princess! We left the forest, Father and Poppy are out there, and Mother died from her illness. She turned gray and Clay, you and I will save our long lost siblings.
Abby Schmidt: What's wrong? Clay, Vee Vee, are you too okay?
Clay: Hey Abby, hey Travis, I'm feeling sad about Dad's sacrifice himself to save me, my friend, and my family. Mom, Gran Gran, and my brothers are worried about me. We left the forest (sobbing) he died from his injury and I've never go to his funeral.
Abby Schmidt: I'm sorry for your loss, my brother Mike, Garrett, my mommy and my daddy, our aunt Jane took care of us, since mommy and daddy died in the accident, when I was really small, 8 years ago. Janis?
Janis 'Imi'ike: I'm worried about my mom!
Travis: What's happened to her?
Damian Hubbard: Janis?
Janis 'Imi'ike: I got to go! (running away and into the quiet room)
Travis: What happened to your parents, Damian?
Damian Hubbard: My uncle died from cancer, when I was your age.
Viva: Yeah, I see you guys, the hunters got my sister and Clay's brothers were captured by Dante Reyes who's leading them to hunt down the others. We will join forces to save our long lost siblings from the hunters' threats.
Janis 'Imi'ike: What's did you mean? You're a heir and a princess, we will join you guys to save your siblings.
Damian Hubbard: You were born in the woods.
Clay: We're joining forces to save our long lost siblings and let's asked the professor.
Clay: Same D.N.A. but born this way, same D.N.A. but born this way.
Will Clay, Viva and their friends to find the hunters and reunited with their long lost siblings? William Afton will poisoned Branch for their plans.
#trolls headcanons#trolls#dreamworks trolls#trolls brotherhood au#trolls clay#trolls au#trolls viva#trolls cliva#noah diaz#maximals#abby schmidt#Spotify
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D4veocracy #1-4 - IDW Comics
By Ryan Ferrier & Valentin Ramon
These issues make up volume 3 of an over-arching D4ve series - that I haven’t really gone searching for. Met the writer/creator once. Great guy! Totally sold me on these comics, which is why I picked them up.
During the middle of my graduate school career. Which is why I put them down. That was fortunately just over two years ago, so this might mean I’m catching up on my comics. 30 a week for the next two years should get me there, right?
Whatever the comics/week ratio is, I finally read D4veocracy. D4ve, our presumable hero, is a robot. Everyone is a robot. The 34rth is a super-computer-robot. Everyone talks like a meme. They obliterated all humans on a molecular level. There are a few trees, but are those even real?
The president of 34rth starts the scene assassinated, and D4ve, our hallucinating president, announces his candidacy as, what I presume is the villain is born. This villain? A living version of the internet named S4m. The internet was downloaded as his “cognizance,” and his memes are dank.
S4m and D4ve have a final showdown to save the world from the Internet, Google, and fascism. S4m - Uncle Sam? - is a blatant foil for Donald Trump. Make 4meric4 great again, his people shout! It’s obvious what this is for, but D4ve gives the penultimate sacrifice for the 34rth he believes in. It’s an epic showdown of murder, anarchy, and futuristic meme graffiti.
A fun read, and one I recommend for someone who wants something silly and about robots. It’s a simple premise - all biological life is destroyed, and robots are just emulating us - so it boils down to just an action/adventure story, but with robots and super computers. It’s a great sci-fi story.
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Sebastian Smythe, Shadowhunters verse.
Sebastian Highsmith (from Smythe : The Highsmith surname is derived from the Old English words "heah" meaning "high" and "smid" meaning "smith, blacksmith or ferrier." Smythe, topographic name for someone who lived by a forge, or a metonymic occupational name for someone employed at a one, from Middle English smithe, smythy 'smithy'. variant of Smith. ) is the son of Philippe Highsmith, who (with now deceased wife Alice Highsmith) became leader of the Paris Institute, after the uprising.
Sebastian was born and raised in Paris, and grew up under the disapproving gaze of his father and whatever Clave members passed by, what with his partying, Downworlder lover, inconsequential, unpredictable, rule breaking, fame.
When he was born, they considered him to be a girl, but as he started to grow up, health complications led him to be examined by the Silent Brothers, who then gave the news to his parents that he was one of a number of “incomplete” children that appeared once in a while, and that (since it was beyond their capabilities of treatment) he’d never truly develop into a healthy, strong, warrior’s body, and would likely have a sickly and difficult life. Sebastian’s father, at the news, was hearbroken and furious, and declared they would keep him hidden, out of the battle field, and away from where he could bring shame upon them. His mother, however, refused to settle for either the Brother’s diagnosis, or his father’s decisions, and in secret, looked for a warlock’s help. The warlock was much more receptive to Sebastian, and after examining him, declared that a treatment of monthly potions would suffice to make sure he’d grow fully and become a true warrior, if he wanted to. The warlock also told his mother that he did not sense Sebastian’s essence to be that of a girl, and that that sometimes happened, specially so with children like him.
At first, Sebastian’s father was hesitant (and repulsed) about accepting a Downworlder’s prognosis, and the fact his wife had shared their secret with one. He was even more taken aback by her idea that Sebastian might be happier growing up as a boy, but allowed her to at least try it, even if he did his best to overlook the obvious good results. But once Alice suffered an attack during a mission, he made a promise to her, on her deathbed, that he’d keep the treatments on, and that he’d allow Sebastian to grow up as Sebastian, and do whatever it took to make sure he’d be safe. He then used the mess of records that had been left after the uprising, to cover up Sebastian’s original records, stating that his “daughter” had died, and informing that Sebastian was a boy who’d been born an year after his sister.
Sebastian grew up strong, fast, and with a talent for any weapons that used aim, specially throwing knives, but he also grew up grieving his mother, and resenting the father that kept him at arms length. The only way he could get his father to pay him any attention was when he misbehaved, so he became the very best at it. During his teen years, it balled up into a problem, where he was always hungover, missing training sessions, and ignoring orders. It was during that phase that his father tried to get him to settle down by giving him more responsibilities within the Institute, and making him temporary head, while he was away at meetings. Sebastian was in the outskirts of Paris, in a raid with a team of his Shadowhunters , a ruse, when Valentine attacked the Institute, to get the Mortal Sword, he’d thought to be there (which it had been until that morning, when it was sent back to the Silent Brothers). They came back to the place in crumbles, and everyone that was left behind, gone into the night, or dead. After that, the Institute was dismantled while it was rebuilt, and the Shadowhunters left, sent around the world. Sebastian was sent to New York to work under the Lightwoods.
He blamed himself greatly for what happened, and the burden of it put a damper on his attitude. He decided that whatever he did against the rules, from then on, would be because he thought it was the right thing to do. He clung onto the memory of his mother and the kind of woman she’d been, and burned with the desire to make her proud, for all the sacrifices, as he thought, she’d made for him.
In this verse, unless objected to, once he was sent to NYC, he lost contact with his warlock supplier, and was forced to reach out to Magnus Bane, so he could keep paying for his potions to be made regularly.
#𝕚𝕤𝕞𝕤 ↬ it’s hard to resist a bad boy who’s a good man (sebastian smythe)#𝕤𝕞𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕞 ↬ we are but dust and shadows (shadowhunters)#i've had this verse in my head for an year#but i never wrote it down#and today i found this troy pic#and troy is my young seb fc#so#have this#and if you ever want to interact let me know
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