#commander cruger

[skyland2703]

Spd Comics

Sooooo between 2004-2010, Power Rangers used to have these annuals, with mini Power Rangers comic strips. I did some research and they’re super hard to find, so I’m compiling and posting all those that i found over the next few days. They include Dino Thunder, SPD, Mystic Force, Operation Overdrive and Jungle Fury. I’m posting the SPD ones first because they were the most I could find~ Enjoy!

1) Secret Missions

2) New Enemies

3) The Enemy Within

4) From Sirius, With Menace

5) The Speed Demon

[ameth18blog]

These three are collas that me and my friend @skyland2703 @skylandart have made and that are the basis of a story that we are writing. I hope you like them. Here are three versions of the same image, but with a different background of Doggie Cruger with his son Argos Cruger. And another where Doggie and Kat with their son Argos spending a family moment.

[where-dreamers-go]

“Believably Shy” Bridge Carson x Fem!Reader

(A/N: Requested by Anon. Hi again and thank you for your request for my favorite Power Ranger! Where Bridge has a shy girlfriend and the team doesn’t believe him even though he’s talked about them a ton!

Warnings: Fluff. Mild language. Use of (Y/N) and (Y/L/N).

Word Count: 1,556 words)

It was happening again, an opportunity to prove Bridge’s words were not repetitious ramblings. One of Bridge’s days off.

A day you and him cherished for time together. The rare occasions where your boyfriend was away from his Power Ranger duties.

You would think his team would believe him when he spoke about you being his partner.

Where did they think he went most of his days off?

Then again, they had never met you. In that regard, you took the blame. The other half was Bridge not admitting to the others that you weren’t ready to be introduced to them yet.

The team who were so close and important to Bridge. There was a weight of pressure at the thought. At least Sky knew of you and Bridge’s relationship. It would had been odd if he didn’t.

Yet your nerves and anxiety pushed you away from even visiting S.P.D. Headquarters.

You shook your head.

Bridge really wants to share and show a huge part of his life. You sighed deeply. I’ll do it.

In an instant, it was decided. You were going to be brave. You were going to both visit the Headquarters and meet the team. It wasn’t as if you would be doing it on your own.

You sat down next to Bridge on your couch.

“You’ll be with me the whole time? At S.P.D.?” You questioned tentatively. “Right? The place looks huge.”

His face brightened at your words. The realization setting in. Bridge scooted closer to you, eager and happy.

“It is huge. All cadets live there and train. I don’t think I can show you the training rooms or the lab.”

“But you’ll be with me?”

“Yes.” Bridge beamed, a grin wide enough to leave him sore later. “I can’ wait to show you around and I could show you my room. Well, it’s Sky’s room too. I have the left side.”

You exhaled slowly.

“It’ll be fun.” He wrapped an arm over your shoulders to bring you closer. “I really want you to meet my friends.”

“I know. I just….I don’t want to mess up or anything. It’s not crowded or anything…I hope.”

“We’re not going to a lecture. Then it would be crowded, but quiet. During a lecture not after.”

Leaning into Bridge’s side, you smiled, “Good.”

As long as we’re together, we’re fine.

. . .

Later in the day, once you were fully prepared, you followed Bridge into Space Patrol Delta Headquarters. All of the large windows, sleek metal, and many hallways greeted your senses. It was enormous.

“No wonder you always get your steps in,” you commented.

Bridge squeezed your hand that held one of his gloved ones. A smile still lingering on his lips from earlier.

Turning another corner led you closer to the residential areas. More shades of blue mingling with the grays. A serious atmosphere nonetheless.

“Cadet Carson.” A gruff voice cut through the quiet of the hall.

Bridge turned to a stop, facing a tall blue canine humanoid in an impressively pressed uniform.

“Commander,” Bridge stood at attention. A gloved hand firmly clasping your suddenly clammy one.

“At ease.”

Keeping your gaze low, you felt a wave of uneasiness erupt from within you.

Are visitors not allowed right now? I don’t want Bridge in trouble. He’s so good. You swallowed. What do I do?

“Cadet Carson, is this your friend who you have been talking about?”

“Yes, Commander.” Bridge looked to you happily. “This is my girlfriend (Y/N) (Y/L/N). And (Y/N), this is Commander Cruger.”

With hands that were seconds from shaking, you glanced up and waved meekly.

“Hello, sir.”

“Hello (Y/N). Welcome to the S.P.D. Headquarters. I am certain that Cadet Carson had been giving you a well-informed tour.”

“Yes, sir.” You nodded.

“Well,” Commander Cruger glanced down at yours and Bridge’s intertwined hands, “I’ll let you continue.” He nodded. “Cadet.” Then went on his way.

In moments, you found yourself able to breathe steadier. You wiped your free hand on your clothes.

“Are you alright?”

You looked to Bridge seriously and stated, “He was intimidating.”

“I guess he can be.” He tilted his head in thought. “He seemed to like you.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.” A voice answered behind you. “He didn’t growl.”

Growl? You peered over your shoulder. Oh crap. Them. Separate colors caught your attention. Breathe. Crap. They’re all looking.

“Hi.” Bridge greeted the small group approaching the two of you.

“Are you going to introduce us to your friend?” A young woman with dark hair asked with a smirk.

Yellow…wait… Elizabeth? No…uh.

Out of the four of them, a calm young man stepped forward. Politely, he introduced himself, “Hi, I’m Sky. It’s nice to finally meet you, (Y/N).”

“That’s (Y/N)?” A young woman wearing pink exclaimed.

“Hi.” You waved and earned a grin from your boyfriend.

“Hey, I’m Jack and you’re real?”

“Hi, uh…pretty sure.”

“Well with all the times Bridge has talked about you, we thought you were only a story.”

“Not all of us,” Sky crossed his arms over his chest.

“But we know now.” The one in yellow said. “And we’re happy to meet you. I’m Z.”

“Sydney,” the blonde smiled.

“If it makes a difference, I’ve heard a lot about all of you. Good things.” You offered a smile.

Bridge gave your hand a light squeeze encouragingly.

Gesturing with his hands, Jack questioned, “So, let me get this straight. All of those weeks of you,” he pointed to Bridge, “describing a person and dates and random stories…was all true?”

Huh?

“Why would he make me up?” You countered. “I don’t think Bridge is physically capable of lying. At all. And…,” you glanced to your boyfriend. “Didn’t you tell them about the Hanukkah present I got you?”

He nodded quickly.

The two of you holding hands, gave equally curious gazes to the others.

Why haven’t they believed Bridge?

In a second, it was as if all of you were in a classroom. No one made eye contact. Not one made a move.

At least you weren’t feeling awkward or nervous any more. Yet you were left slightly confused.

“Okay.” Bridge exhaled and suggested, “Why don’t I show you where we hang out?”

“Sure.”

Your boyfriend led you passed his friends. The sounds of their footfalls following.

“You know,” Sydney spoke up, “I didn’t entirely disbelieve Bridge.”

Sky breathed out a laugh.

“What?”

“You thought he was playing a video game.”

Grinning, you looked over your shoulder. “You thought I was a video game character?”

“Sort of.” The pink Ranger admitted.

“That’s kinda cool.” You nudged Bridge. “Like a dating story app game.”

He clasped his other hand over yours he already held. An amused pull of his lips softened his features.

“Would you pick me if I was a character?” You inquired with a teasing smile.

The question lead to Bridge’s signature thinking face. Cute and serious. Always a temptation to press a kiss to his face no matter how scrunched up he made it.

“I would pay for the in-game extras that give extra scenes. Try to encourage the creators that your character was too underrated. You’d be my favorite.”

“Underrated favorite?”

A door slid open and the both of your walked into a lounge-like area.

“Because someone has to get to know you first to know how wonderful you are.” Bridge explained quickly. “Underrated and arguably the best character option. The story would probably be a lot of fun. Kind of like a comic, but not.”

“You’re adorable, you know that?”

Slowing your pace, you and Bridge gazed at one another warmly. Sounds and activities of cadets not interrupting the moment.

“Wow. They really are dating.” Jack stated alongside the other Power Rangers.

“And really cute.” Sydney sighed.

Walking around them, Sky added in, “They’ve been dating longer than you think.”

“How long?”

“Ask them.”

It was then that the Power Rangers realized you and Bridge were no longer in front of them.

“You’re going to question them, aren’t you?” Z asked.

“Yes.” Both Sydney and Jack nodded.

“Go easy on her,” Sky urged. “She’s shy.”

. . . 

Quiet of a shared bedroom eased your muscle tension. A much needed break from so much newness.

“Do you want me to check your aura for you?”

“Nah. I’m alright.” You reached for his hands. “Thank you.”

He passed your hands, grabbed your sides, and lifted you onto his bed. With a smile, warm and loving, Bridge kissed your nose.

“Thank you for coming here with me.”

“I couldn’t tell you ‘no’ again. This is a huge part of your life.” You gestured towards the door. “They’re a huge part of your life. I really want to get to know them.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. They seem really nice.”

“They are.” He leaned onto your lap. “I hope all of you can be friends.”

“Me too.” You ran your fingers through his chestnut brown hair.

He pecked your nose with his lips again.

“But I have a question first.” You announced casually and poked his ear.

“What?”

“What’s with the toaster by your computer?”

“It has a countdown timer.”

“For perfect buttery toast?”

“Exactly.” Bridge grinned.

“You’re so cute.”

Oh, what a day with the best guy I have ever met.

~~~

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[queenvernage]

some power rangers mentors as tarot art ideas for free bc i can't do art like that:

the magician: udonna

the lovers: shayla & merrick (the deer zord is in the background)

the emperor: zordon

the empress: dimitria

the heirophant: dr. oliver

the moon: rj

the sun: daggeron

the star: mick kanick (he's leaning over an oil spill instead of a river)

strength: kendall morgan (she's embracing a dinosaur skelton, not a lion tho)

justice: doggie cruger

the fool: dr. k (it's a butterfly leading her off the cliff instead of a dog tho)

the chariot: andrew hartford

the hermit: mentor ji

the wheel of fortune: gosei

the hanged man: captain mitchell

the world: sensei watanabe

death: master mao

temperance: hayley ziktor

judgement: keeper

the devil: zordon from the 2017 movie

(bonus) the tower: zordon's command center exploding

[46ten]

Rethinking the narrative of Hamilton as a poor child held back by illegitimacy

We’ve outgrown a number of the myths that Chernow invents or embellishes from Flexner and Miranda ran with, but AH as a humble child in the West Indies, struggling with poverty and the stigma of illegitimacy seems to persist, no matter the lack of initial evidence for that narrative and the excellent scholarship over the past 10 years or so that flips it on its head. 

AH’s maternal grandfather was very wealthy; Rachel Faucette’s inherited wealth was what supposedly attracted John Lavien. 

James Hamilton (b 1725 or so) was notably not wealthy. Though a “gentleman” from a respected Scottish family, as a younger son he went to make his way as a merchant at the Caribbean, and pretty much failed at every business venture, as far as we know. In 1765, he was hired to settle a matter in St. Croix, and at some point Rachel and their two kids, James and Alexander, either joined him or made their way there independently. It’s not at all clear that James “abandoned” the family or what happened - it seems just as likely that Rachel, perhaps realizing that their sons’ best options were getting involved in trade, decided to stay where she had an extended wealthy family who could also support her as a merchant/shopkeeper. AH started working really young (he’s 9 if you believe the 1757 birthdate), which was a pretty fantastic way to gain knowledge and experience, especially if his parents realized - and they likely did - that he was intellectually gifted. 

Upon the death of his mother, who owned 5 enslaved persons, had silverware and leather chairs and a decent collection of books - definitely middle-class-ish - AH initially goes to live with his uncle and cousin, who were the two wealthiest people on St. Croix. As mentioned above, he was also already working as a clerk, ascending to what can best be described as the business manager by the time he leaves for NY, earning a pretty tidy sum as a single-man - he was likely upper-middle class. [A brief note: at no point does Edward Stevens or Thomas Yard, his brother-in-law, state that AH or his brother ever lived with the Stevens family. That conjecture comes more than a century later sourced to a census of the Stevens family that they had two male servants around the ages AH and his brother would have been. But I think if AH lived with the Stevens family, that would have come up well before the 1920s.] His first cousin provides him with what Newton calculates as 196 pounds sterling at that time, when the average British and American worker made somewhere between 10-15 pounds sterling PER YEAR. AH arrives in the colonies and lives with either the comfortably middle-class (Mulligan) or the wealthy elite (Elias Boudinot and William Livingston) before beginning his studies at King’s/Columbia College. There’s also no note about any difficulty in him getting into Elizabethtown Academy or King’s - no one was holding it over his head that he was a bastard. 

So the facts of AH’s life 1768-1779 don’t really seem to be what’s shaping the narrative. Instead, it seems to me that two things are interfering with the interpretation:

1. AH’s 1769 letter to Edward Stevens in which he gripes “I contemn the grov’ling and condition of a Clerk or the like” which makes him seem somehow downtrodden in poverty. But there’s no evidence that that was the case, or that AH wasn’t just annoyed by being a clerk and thought a different job - or a war - would better employ his talents/allow for greater study for him to become a leisurely gentleman. 

AH may have started working for Beekman and Cruger as early as 1766, at the age of 9-12 years old, perhaps having previously worked in his mother’s store. JCH writes:

The little leisure which he could command from his mercantile duties was devoted to study; his knowledge of mathematics was enlarged; he became fond of chemistry; and although his proficiency in it was small, he often urged it as a pursuit well adapted to excite curiosity and create new combination of thought.

Among the books to which he had access, he preferred those which treat of some branch of ethic. His favorite authors were Pope and Plutarch....

He often also, at this time, exercised himself in composition on moral topics, to which he afterwards occasionally resorted as a relaxation from the arduous labours of his professional life; and thus, by his varied studies, his mind became rich in materials awaiting his call. The Life of Alexander Hamilton

Although AH wrote to Edward Stevens in 1769 that "I contemn the grov’ling and condition of a Clerk or the like,” and Nathaniel Pendleton would later write that Hamilton “conceived so strong an aversion to [clerkship] as to be induced to abandon altogether the pursuits of commerce”, according to JCH, his father also felt his time as a clerk was very important:                      

This occupation was the source of great and lasting benefit to him; he felt himself amply rewarded for his labours by the method and facility which it imparted to him; and amid his various engagements in after years adverted to it as the most useful part of his education. The Life of Alexander Hamilton, my emphasis. 

Other biographers have speculated that AH’s time as a clerk was probably critical for his understanding of commerce and finance and to the development of both his leadership and writing skills.

JCH also writes:

With a strong propensity to literature, he early became a lover of books, and the time which other youth employ in classical learning, was by him devoted to miscellaneous reading, happily directed by the advice of Doctor Knox, a respectable Presbyterian divine, who, delighted with the unfolding of his mind, took a deep interest in his welfare. The Life of Alexander Hamilton

This role for Knox is doubtful; Rev. Hugh Knox first visited St. Croix Sept/Oct 1771, and did not come to reside there until May 1772, only a few months before AH would leave for NY.

2. AH, in 1779-1780, certainly is sensitive to his lack of advancement in the army while others with less ability/experience advance thanks to nepotism. He doesn’t have the family connections, true, but he’s far from the only person frustrated by the way appointments are handed out - James Monroe also left the army because he couldn’t get a command. 

And at no point does AH’s illegitimacy ever seem to hold him back - in fact, up until he made a number of political enemies, no one seemed to care. Illegitimacy was not at all uncommon, particularly in the West Indies; Newton offers up another example of a couple pretending to be married. There’s no record whatsoever that AH was ever taunted about being a bastard as a child, adolescent, or young man (the first recorded innuendos about it actually date from the late 1780s - he’s 30 or older). Likewise with the loss of his mother - a lot of children were orphans. These were just not life details that put him outside any veneer of respectability. 

He’s able to rise to the level of aide-de-camp for Washington and married into a wealthy Dutch-American patrician family with, based on the lack of comments on his birth, not even a shrug. JCH does note that marrying into the Schuyler family was one of the most important events of his father’s life, but one never gets the impression from AH’s own writing that he thought they were inherently superior to him - no, this was the class of people whom he had always belonged with and rubbed shoulders with. 

And perhaps other than the times he was in school, I’m 90% comfortable stating he almost always had servants - while living with his parents, his mother alone, his cousin, as a clerk, in the colonial American households, and then perhaps with a brief break while studying, he also had at least one servant in the colonial Army and for the rest of his life. 

Hamilton’s St Croix education 

More about Hamilton’s Faucett relations with links to Newton’s discussions

A summary of the amounts Anne Mitchell (and Peter Lavien) provided to AH. 

[icarusbetide]

back on my bullshit y'all. implausible historical scenario: southern alexander hamilton (pt 1: lavien & laurens version)

Part 2: Washington's son dramatic-ass version

my favorite hobby is shoving historical figures into impossible scenarios so i can get them to do what i want. once again made up some convoluted series of events just to create a hamilton wildly out of character- god forbid, a southerner who might even get along with thomas jefferson. here's the first implausible scenario that make it possible.

Alexander goes to live with his half brother Peter Lavien.

Peter Lavien was the legitimate child of Rachel Hamilton’s first marriage. He moved to Beaufort, South Carolina in 1764 at eighteen and became a prominent merchant and member of the church. However, he returned to St. Croix in 1769 to settle his mother’s estate, aka get everything that she had wanted to go to James Jr. and Alexander. In 1769, the two boys were taken in by their cousin Peter Lytton (who died), and then Lytton’s father, who also died a month later. Probable that this happened after Lavien had once again left St. Croix, but let’s just imagine that he for some reason takes pity on the boys - and takes them with him. Nothing makes sense here, roll with it.

It would be even sadder and morbidly funny if he only took Alexander. I say this because in his 1778 last Will and Testament Lavien left “Alexander Hamilton and his brother Robert Hamilton” a fairly substantial amount of money. One brother must’ve left a greater impression on him and maybe poor James Jr. hears this half brother who took his inheritance say “Alex and Robert can come with me” and goes “Who tf is Robert, fuck this” and peaces out. 

Now, politically: Extrapolating since I’m not sure how prominent “prominent merchant” is, but maybe this means that Alex has the chance to meet prominent southerners early on, who like many others, are charmed by his energy and precocity. Does this mean he has more affection and allegiance for South Carolina than he did in real life for St. Croix? Does his politics and economic experience change? Assuming that like Washington, wartime experience is enough to make him a nationalist and he still had some experience at Cruger’s (and maybe helping Lavien) and thus does not have differing economic beliefs, his enemies would lose out on a major attack: perceived bias to the North. His connection to the Schuyler family would still serve, but maybe without as much weight, since he has those southern connections. 

I love the idea of a South Carolinian Alexander Hamilton who grows up in a fairly secure American home with a steady guardian. The personal implications! The family drama of being forced to rely on a half brother who resents you for taking his mom, and who you resent back for taking your inheritance! Does this give him more issues, less issues? No idea! Even worse, Lavien was apparently a Tory, so there’s that. Two brothers who perhaps got closer over the years, split apart again by political differences. “I take pity on a bastard brat and you repay me with this?” type shit. Lavien moved out to Georgia in 1777, and apparently died in 1780 or 1781 which means Hamilton would’ve been a prominent aide de camp to the commander in chief, and potentially married into a great New York family when it happens. How would he react to that?

And I can’t give up the idea of Colonel Alexander Hamilton of South Carolina meeting John Laurens of South Carolina. Maybe I push it further and say they meet early on and become childhood friends, even.

This is really stretching it but idc, they get to be childhood friends and Hamilton gains the favor of Henry Laurens. Maybe they even go to Europe together, wreak havoc on everything, and then disobey both Laurens' worried father and Alexander's Tory brother to join the army as aide de camps.

Maybe in this universe, Hamilton is chosen to go to South Carolina instead of John Laurens and their fates are switched. Maybe Henry Laurens who still wants to keep his kid out of danger asks Hamilton to go in his stead and pushes Washington about it, and Hamilton, wanting a command, readily agrees. Maybe that continues on after Yorktown, when Hamilton returns to South Carolina. Maybe Laurens has to learn that Hamilton died in a skirmish through a letter from his father and vows to continue on their shared dreams and Hamilton's plans, becoming the influential but even more abrasive leader of the federalist party. i want to see the switch, where it's the more idealistic laurens who isn't a good politician either (the two of them are a disaster) enters the public arena to be slandered and corrupted - laurens who is isolated from his fellow southerners and who seems to be mourning someone constantly and washington knowing exactly who it is. a laurens who looks back and yearns for a promising, brilliant young man who could've done so much more if he only had the chance WAIT WHO SAID THAT-

[ferociouslycreativemystery]

I just finished the Button House Archives and it's SPECTACULAR. Here are some personal highlights:

I love Alison's additions and comments in lots of places. She is fighting tooth and nail to stay on those hinges, and we love to see a character with spunk!

Mick's facial reconstruction could be the most horrifying thing I have *ever* seen

Mary's bits are some of my absolute favourites. Her speaking/writing voice is just delicious

Pat was just a terrible group leader wasn't he XD the arrow was really just a matter of time. He should have gone orienteering with them first, then he might have lost the kids before they could kill him

HAH I unwittingly picked Kitty's "character quote" to use in my video edit :P I feel validated

Thomas with his painfully literal complaints about other people's poems OMG rip bestie you would have loved tumblr (I haven't listened to the audiobook yet but I swear I can hear his "counted them, did you?" through the page)

I really like the way you can glimpse parts of later documents around the edges of earlier ones (like with Pat's folder, where the layers are removed one at a time, p. 22-23, 40-41, etc)

Hang on, just gotta go put on One Night in Bangkok for Robin (wait, now I need to hear him say that out loud)

Cap's munitions requests and personally penned operations with their TERRIBLE hand drawn maps that he keeps sending to actual Southern Command; I am fascinated by your mind sir. I believe he suffers from the same affliction I had in school where a combination of the dunning-cruger effect regarding general knowledge and teachers not talking to you in person about what you write in hand-ins causes you to just sort of assume everything you do is brilliant and that then it simply disappears into an unknowable void, and therefore you feel basically free to confess to murder in writing without ever thinking of the consequences. Embarrassment and second thoughts are very much face-to-face kinds of emotions (as he. ahem. would come to find out). Like, is written communication even real? Did it ever really leave your head?

Also: his war diaries were published? 1) who chose to publish them and 2) did Havers ever come across them by any chance? (plus: love to see a fellow tiny handwriting person. Cheers!)

The hand lettering on everything is so well made!!! I know a little (heavy emphasis on 'little') about palaeography, and the writing styles are recognisably of their eras, if many of the letter forms have indeed been updated to be readable for modern audiences. Compare for example Arthur Pinhoe's writing from 1575 (p. 8-11) with this actual letter from 1547. Also this actual 1700s writing to Kitty's diary entries from 1779 (p. 70-71 etc). (These samples are in Swedish but minus åäö they're all the same letters.) The writing also follows the pattern of older script being generally more rigid and standardised, while the closer to present day we get the more individual the handwriting becomes, which is a great opportunity for additional characterisation—which has also been very well implemented I think. I'm devouring every page of this, line by line!

REST IN BRIEFS (also the sly tail of the 'y' from the Daily Mail title just visible above the only compassionate headline lmao)

The reason I cannot talk to people is that Fanny's etiquette rules on conversing take over my entire mind from the moment I see another person.

Oh Kitty, I am coming to pick you up—you can be my sister instead of Eleanor's. It was nice to read her final entry though; finally the trick backfired and she got something good out of it while Eleanor suffered. Bieetch.

FANNY. SINCERELY. YOU ARE INSANE. I already knew about the letter where she demands reimbursement for the unsunk 7/8 of the Titanic's journey that she was cheated out of, but to SIGN IT OFF WITH "Would be survisor/victim of the RMS Titanic". Unbelievable.

Pat write a legible word challenge

I have a slight suspicion Julian might have had something to do with the designs for the Boys Adventure Club badges...

The "pictures of the ghosts" will make excellent reference photos for the various rooms, I appreciate them very much (should we make a game out of copying them and filling in the ghosts? There is a lot of potential there)

Humphrey, my guy... do you need a hug? (Sorry.)

FLOOR PLANS FLOOR PLANS FLOOR PLANS THANK YOU SO VERY MUCH I WILL TREASURE THESE WITH MY LIFE

Robin's constellations are impeccable I say we officially replace the zodiac with these no more superstition only bum

Julian's final email was really well written; a single page yet it's oozing with character and story

The behind the scenes pictures at the end are heartwarming. I am slightly alarmed at my ability to pinpoint the precise scene in the specific episode many of them are from though... is it maybe time for a break?

No. Never!

[firecraker-art-lounge]

Day 22: Doggie Kruger and Swan.

After the Commander Cruger drawing, I figured, why not do the Japanese version as well?

[regaliasonata]

Trent: Enough time has passed and I’d like to say…I’m not a furry but that Commander Cruger is kinda ho-

Conner: *shoots ears off*

[crossoverquest]

For @geckosquid, @bergeronprocess, @boymagicalgirl, and @neopolitansworld

“Execun’s Gambit: Episode 1: Attack of the Enhanced Rage Ripper: Part 1”

Location: Somewhere on the top of Chinsegut Hill

*Aanya, Ohana, Olina, Mireille, Anubis, Ivo the Younger, Sonic’s lot, Lucy, the B-Squad Rangers, and Jayden arrive at the scene.*

Anubis: Fan out. Looks like everyone’s gone.

Aanya: Let’s make sure.

*Aanya’s party sees Sonic.ERR and Exebark in the distance. Exebark is eating a deer and attracts Elizabeth "Z" Delgado’s attention.*

Aanya to Tails in regards to Exebark: Whoa, now there’s a big boy. I feel like how you must feel in those horror games where you die first.

Knuckles: You feel like the fox?

Ivo the Younger, sarcastically: How wondrous for you.

*Sonic.ERR is terrorizing a group of young girls in tourist clothing.*

Elizabeth: He’s terrorizing those tourists. Who are those guys?

Ivo the Younger: Clearly, those devils are about to become footnotes in the glorious history of Ivo Robotnik the Younger.

Sky Tate: I think we found the Ripper.

BGM:

Jayden: Are these guys from the Netherworld?

Aanya: No, but wherever they’re from…

*A Blue Saiark whose torso looks like the Death Egg Robot’s and a group of Blue Choiarks jump out at Sky. Their facial visage resembles the original I Am God face.*

Aanya: …THEY KNOW WE’RE HERE!

Blue Saiark(Death Egg Robot Lookalike): SAIARK!

Sonic.ERR’s Choiarks: Choi, CHOI!

*Exebark senses the commotion and shoots fireballs at Sky. The Death Egg Robot Saiark follows suit and in turn compels Sky to return fire with equal haste via his Deltamax Striker.*

Ohana: And they know Phantom Imperial magic that lets them make Choiarks and Saiarks, too.

Sky: But how? Megumi purified the last ones the Phantom Empire made years ago!

Mireille: Their remnants are back and making more!

*Sky’s attention is diverted to the tourists; one of them has a broken arm and is trying to flee the scene.*

Sky to Anubis: Commander, one of the hostages are getting up!

*Upon closer examination, Mireille finds out that Sonic.ERR hurt Amelia and Bunbury.*

Ohana: It’s my friends- Amelia Anderson and Bunbury! There’s no way we can get to them!

Mireille: She’s right. It would be madness for any lesser hero than yours truly!

*Mireille takes out her PreChanMirror.*

“It’s time to change!”

Mireille: Pretty Cure Kururin Mirror Change!

*Mireille transforms into Cure Earl.*

Cure Earl: I am imagination made manifest- I am Cure Earl!

*Cure Earl summons her paintbrush and charges at Exebark.*

Sky: I dunno if that’s the bravest thing I’ve ever seen…

Bridge: …Or the dumbest.

Jayden: Let’s hope it’s the first!

*Ohana and Anubis flank left and make their way to Amelia and Bunbury while the latter pair tend to their wounds.*

Anubis to Amelia and Bunbury: I’m Commander Anubis Cruger of Space Patrol Delta’s B-Squad. Are you alright?

Amelia: I’m feeling a little lightheaded.

Ohana: Who are these guys?

Bunbury: No idea.

Amelia: They just showed up, started rampaging, and killed every living thing they got their claws on.

Anubis: Anyone else with you?

Amelia: No way, your excellency. I did what I could, but I just couldn’t stop them.

*Exebark shoots a fireball at a nearby tree and destroys it. Sky shoots down 3 blue Choiarks while Bridge shoots down the 4 Choiarks in front of him.*

Bridge: You did your job. Now it’s my turn.

*Bridge follows Cure Earl with guns blazing.*

Amelia: I like that guy’s style.

Anubis: Ugh. Sky, Earl, cover him!

Cure Earl: Pinceau Arc-En-Ciel!

*Cure Earl fires a stream of rainbow colored energy at Sonic.ERR’s blue Choiarks, destroying some of them in the process. The Choiarks she missed are destroyed by Sky’s Deltamax Striker. Anubis takes out his Shadow Saber and confronts Sonic.ERR. Exebark growls as he and Execun make their way towards him.*

Execun: What’s the matter?

Sonic.ERR: He wields the Shadow Saber, Execun! That must be him!

-To Be Continued-

[skyland2703]

More spd text posts because I was bored

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These three are collas that me and my friend @skyland2703 @skylandart have made and that are the basis of a story that we are writing. I hope you like them. Here are two versions of the same image, but with a different background of Doggie Cruger and Kat Manx, with their newborn son Argos Cruger.

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Mighty Morphin Power Rangers (2016) #30

[46ten]

John Adams and Hamilton, briefly

A closer examination of Adams’s use of eighteenth-century moral philosophy, especially Smith’s The Theory of Moral Sentiments, reveals a striking and underappreciated originality in Adams’s political thought. As Luke Mayville has powerfully demonstrated, Adams’s preoccupation with aristocracy - and its malignant twin, oligarchy - in the Defense and Discourses reveals not a fondness for, but rather a grave fear of, oligarchic power in American society. While democratic republican reformers like Jefferson believed that America would weed out the roots of ancient and corrupt oligarchic institutions and cultivate the seeds of a truly meritocratic and virtuous elite, Adams was doubtful. According to Adams, the deep, social psychological roots of authority would give rise to a “natural aristocracy” not of the wise, talented, and virtuous, but rather of the beautiful, well-born, and wealthy. What is more, this national aristocracy would not only survive, but thrive if left unchanged, all to the detriment of the republic. Adams approached moral philosophy as more than an academic guide to the human psyche. He made it a crucial link between the “phenomena of social life and the problems of political power” that enabled him to advance a unique conception of oligarchy. 

Adam Smith’s America: How a Scottish Philosopher became an Icon of American Capitalism by Glory M. Liu (2021).

[I may add to this post later, as I have been wanting to do a longer post summarizing/explaining why the Hamilton/Adams relationship was the way it was.] 

To understand the differences between Adams and Hamilton, one first has to start with an understanding of the differences between the New England colonies, the Middle/Mid-Atlantic colonies, and the Southern colonies. (American schools start teaching about the differences between the colonies in elementary/middle school - so I’m not sure if the very crude summary that follows is even necessary - and there are entire books on this topic). These were separate societies. (Leaving out the Southern colonies) we have the Germans, Dutch, and English in PA/NY/NJ/DE vs the Puritan descendant Massachusetts colonists. The founders of these colonies were different groups of people: they differed economically, in religious beliefs, in the structure of society, in attitudes on a range of subjects, etc. A ‘tolerant’ society focused on profit - the Dutch traded weapons to the Native Americans that they in turn used to raid NE towns - vs the fiercely independent and religious communities of NE. A people who saw themselves in America seeking freedom (NE) vs disparate peoples in America seeking profit (Middle). NE did not have farmland that could support large agricultural operations - family farms were most common. In contrast, NY/NJ was governed by a slave-owning, Dutch and English aristocracy, heavily involved in trade of wheat (the breadbasket of N. America), fur and lumber for West Indian sugar. William Duer, who marries into the Livingston family, spent part of his early adulthood running his family estate in the West Indies; an entire branch of the prestigious Cruger family were NY-West Indian merchants. This latter group pushed Hamilton to the forefront of national politics. 

The anger NEnglanders held against the Middle colonists for their interactions with Native Americans (the French and Indian War played no small part in hatred) and their bias based on moral deficits lasts straight through the AmRev - Albany was considered practically a den of sin by NE soldiers, who also, of course, were horrified to be under the charge of Philip Schuyler. One of the reasons for Schuyler’s removal as commander of the Northern Dept was exactly this political concern. When we read several accounts of Schuyler as aristocratic, this is NE bias at work, too, against a ‘Dutch’ large landowner, wealthy slave holder, and prominent trader of West Indian goods. 

And then Hamilton enters the picture. Adams may have disliked him because he’s an upstart - someone who rose very quickly in the early national political scene through his support from and for the Dutch slave-owning aristocracy, while Adams labored for decades supporting the nascent country with a political philosophy he found far more principled - but there were also real differences in interests and philosophy. And AH did very little to reduce any suspicion. Hamilton seemed to have decided fairly early on that Adams was not of sufficient skill or integrity - and just plain did not share the same profit-loving beliefs - to play a major role in new government, so he undermined Adams, even when wholly unnecessary. (Not to say that Adams was particularly adept in his roles as V. President and President, either.)  Adams regarded Hamilton’s economic plans as harmful to the poor (they were) and designed to further enrich the wealthy (they did). Adams absolutely recognized Hamilton for the warmonger he was.

Hamilton meddles almost immediately against Adams - ensuring that he’d get few electoral votes in 1789, when the election of Washington wasn’t even in question. He wanted Adams to lose the election of 1796, throwing his support behind Pinckney instead. With an aim of not disrupting the continuity the new nation experienced under Washington, Adams kept most of the same cabinet members, only to have AH use those members to run the gov’t behind Adams’s back. Let’s not even get into AH’s machinations during the Quasi-War. In a long list of ways, Hamilton was duplicitous towards Adams before outright challenging him. And then Hamilton had the nerve to claim a superior moral character to Adams in 1800 in his pamphlet shared with other members of the Federalist party. There was a lot of underhandedness going on from AH. This again is an example of Hamilton’s invincible belief in his own rightness. 

That said, Adams had no extraordinary interest in Hamilton’s personal life beyond the fairly common staunch Calvinist point-of-view that a deficient family background brought about a deficient moral character, void of virtue and reason, and therefore unfit to lead. Nor was Adams singular in his concern about the talent, reason, and virtues - the character - of major political players - these concerns take up a lot of ink in this period of time because of the prevalent moral and political philosophies. Who should be leaders? Who should vote? To the extent that Adams shared the common Federalist belief that a natural aristocracy was composed of men reliant on reason and virtue, Hamilton, by way of his illegitimate birth in the West Indies, was never going to fit the ideal. And Hamilton certainly lived up (or down?) to that negative reputation of being primarily interested in benefiting the wealthy and the well-born, and then a confirmed adulterer. But Adams could be fairly publicly moderate with men with whom he held private disagreements (Franklin!). He even seems to have had a good opinion of Philip Schuyler, as I recall one of the things Adams wanted to do was to name Philip Schuyler and others holding the rank of General at the time of the end of the AmRev to positions of formal leadership in 1798-99, and was baffled at Hamilton elevating himself and all his cronies. 

Once Hamilton was dead, Adams (who turned 70 in 1805) seemed to enjoy making up additional gossip about him - we have no record, for example, of anyone else stating that Hamilton was an opium addict. We also have no record of anyone else stating that Hamilton was having affairs with all his sisters-in-law. But Adams also wasn’t publicly publishing this stuff - it’s in his correspondence to select others. 

All that said, Adams really should be more popular than Hamilton - Adams really was an anti-slavery Founding Father; though he was not an abolitionist, he offered them his support. He was closer to a political moderate (in modern parlance) than Hamilton. And he rightly identified the oligarchic plan that underlay the High Federalists’ vision, although he certainly wasn’t a populist, either. 

There’s a lot more historical context than just personality differences between personages. And there’s a lot more understanding of political and moral philosophies of the time that is needed before speculating about the whats and whys of Adams’s behavior (or speculation about Washington’s reactions to additional speculation). Warning, lecture here: Folks have dedicated their professional lives to understanding some of these topics, and we need to show greater interest in what they have found and reframe our opinions accordingly. 

This is horribly brief and reductive and I can already see the simplifications that will lead to errors, and I may expand on it later, but it gets some general thoughts down. 

[mister-e-muss]

Hey Power Rangers fandom; where you at?

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Day 17: Anubis “Doggie” Cruger and Isinia Cruger.

I’d like to imagine after the events of S.P.D., Commander Cruger and his wife had children in an attempt to keep their species alive. They would eventually a whole hidden slew of their race somewhere in the galaxy.