#sable shore

[sableshorecomic]

Just wanted to shout out my artist Mac's Ink for his incredible work on Trekal's gruesome regeneration powers in the latest chapter. This is exactly as twisted as I pictured it in my head when I was writing this part and I love it.

[animebw]

Hi, everyone. I’ve got a pretty big favor to ask of y’all.

So, as some of you already know, I recently moved to Taiwan to teach English as a second language. It’s super exciting! It’s something I’ve been dreaming about for years now! There’s a problem, though. Because the cost of living in Taiwan is so much lower than in the US, my new job is going to make me a fair bit less money than my old job. Plus I’ll be living on my own, so I’m gonna be responsible for paying bills and stuff for the first time.

Now, that on its own is fine; my salary is perfectly capable of sustaining a decent life here. But what if, say, I’m also paying a big chunk of money every week for an artist to bring my dream webcomic to life on top of those expenses?

So yeah, long story short: I need to start making more money off of Patreon. My new job’s salary, on its own, likely won’t be enough to cover both my living expenses and my artist’s salary. Either I’ll continuously be losing money the entire time I’m in Taiwan (I have a pretty sizable cushion, but it won’t last forever), or I’ll have to reduce what I’m paying my artist. And as difficult as that first option would be, I really, really, really don’t want to take the second option. Mac’s Ink has been a joy to work with from the very beginning; I cannot say enough good things about his output and work ethic. And the salary I pay him is a huge boon to his own living expenses. I already worry I’m not paying him enough for all he does, and I desperately don’t want to reduce that any further. But I may be forced to if my Patreon can’t get enough support.

So if you’re reading this post? Then please, please, please consider subscribing to my Patreon. It doesn’t have to be a lot; I have over 1200 followers on this blog, if even 10% of you toss a single dollar per month my way, that’s already a huge load off my back. Every little bit will make it that much easier to support myself and my artist. Even if you’re not reading Beyond the Sable Shore, your support would be greatly appreciated (but also please read Beyond the Sable Shore, I’m so happy with how it’s turning out). I’m so lucky to be pursuing so many of my biggest dreams at once, and you can help sustain those dreams one little bit at a time. So please, if you can spare a few dollars for my Patreon, it would mean the world to me.

Thank you all so much,

Garrick

PS: Absolutely feel free to reblog and spread this around. The more people see this, the better.

[my-lifes-reward]

Michigan Shore to Shore Trail Day 10

Day 10 of our hike began at West Batterson Road Bridge where we left off on Day 9. This start location was just south of Frederic and west of Old 27.

This video is Day 10 of a hike across Michigan from Lake Huron to Lake Michigan. The trail is called the Michigan Shore-to-Shore Trail. It begins in Oscoda, MI and ends in Empire, MI. It is somewhere between 215 and 235 miles depending on what trails are followed. Day 10 of our hike began at West Batterson Road Bridge where we left off on Day 9. This start location was just south of Frederic and…

[sitting-on-me-bum]

Rush Hour on Sable

A family band of wild Sable Island horses walks along the shore on Sable Island National Park Reserve.

Taken By: Lauren Hughes

[zergula]

Welcome To Sims3City!

They say if you can make it here, you can make it anywhere! Celebrities can be found wandering the shops and giving impromptu performances all over Sims3City. There's live show venues everywhere and it's easy to see why they say this city runs on dreams yet never sleeps!

I found this absolutely gorgeous map: Waterfall Beauty and just had to use it to make my own city world save! This map did come with lots already designated so I filled it up with the best townhouses, apartments, and city life buildings I could find or make to make my own version of a mashup of Starlight Shores and Bridgeport.

INTERESTING CHARACTERS

Every sim comes to Sims3City to make it big! With a performance venue on nearly every corner, you're sure to see:

The Warflowers - These twins started a band and pulled some of their reluctant friends into it. They know once they got here to The City, they would make it!

Chloe and Bob Katt - always on the hustle to make people believe in magic again!

The Myth family is here, of course, living in the spookiest house!

Mirage Sable always seems able to make everyone else's wishes come true, hoping one day her only one will, too!

Candice and Arthur finally made it to The City when Candice got her book deal. Arthur is hoping to make it into the celebrity chef business...with a little help from his friend and now roommate, Derek. This new relationship has a lot of challenges being thrown its way, but this couple is determined to make it here and everywhere!

The Vireowing Fairy Sisters not only have beautiful voices, they love to bestow inner and outer beauty on all of those around them. That's perfect in a city that values beauty!

As with anywhere, crime can be overwhelming in the city but H & H Private detective family, Harmony and Henry, are on the case!

Lots of sims from Starlight Shores and Bridgeport are here: The Drama On TV household, the Crash Pad household, the Atkins Household, the Elson Family, the Sagar Family, the Platt Family, the Hemlock, Schlick and Slayer families, the Belle family, the Art Central household, and the Whitfield family.

AROUND TOWN

38 Community lots

74 Residential lots

This city is ALIVE! Along with all EA rabbitholes, you will find:

CHIPS Casino - a big show venue where you can see the greatest performers and play all games

Across the street, you will find another live show venue - The Locker -

where you can see more live performances. After that, dance the night away at Bubbleworks -

and keep the party going with the late night crew over at The Afterlife Vampire Lounge!

Don't worry about ghosts, though. A recreation of the firestation from the movie, Ghostbusters, is right next door so we ain't afraid of no ghosts! Next to that firestation and hospital emergency center, you will find the Anachronistic Art Gallery and City Hall rabbithole, with some mysterious things to explore in the basement!

In the more affluent area of the city is where you will find the Affluence Golf Club rec park and Tee Off! Sports Bar and Grill -

and some sweet treats at The Big Cheese bakery and shops!

In the center of town, you will find lots of fun for the kids at The Wise Owl Library next to the Aquarium Science Center and the Bright Beginnings Daycare and School center -

Stop by and get some sweet treats at The Plaza Ice Cream Parlor

and then get rid of all of that excess energy at the Big Rock Climbing Centre Gym or The Pac Man Public Pool next to the stadium rabbithole!

Don't forget to visit the Surf's Up Wave Garden at the beach right across the street or the seasonal festival grounds!

Downtown, you can get those extra strings at the DownTown Music Store, play some games at the Laserberry Arcade, and then head over to the Stardust Diner for some drinks and good times!

If you go at certain times of the day to catch a movie at Serena's Community Cinema, you might be able to see some of today's biggest stars working on set! You can pick up whatever you need at the big Sims 3 Market nearby and marvel at all of the old historical residential buildings before you head over to the Double Rainbow Disco Club for more dancing!

For those sims with a more exclusive taste, Club 112 in the historical section is the perfect lounge!

There's The Remaude Coffee Emporium Coffeehouse and Elixir Of Life Coffeehouse and shops for more live venues and fun in Sims3City!

After all of that excitement, the city folks like to visit the Stone Troll Mill Fishing Pond to unwind and maybe catch some dinner if they're lucky!

MORE INFO

This is a world save file. You will need to have the world installed in order to play the save file. In this download, you will find 3 save files and the world file:

Sims3CityCommunityLots - this version of the save is only the community lots

Sims3CityUnpopulated - this is the final version of the save without households

Sims3CityPopulated - this is the final version on the save with all households

I have all expansions, stuff packs, and store content so most of it is probably used in this save. If you do not have the item, the game should generate a similar item. The only expansion not used is PETS so I do not know how this save will run with pets, my apologies. THERE IS ZERO CUSTOM CONTENT IN THIS SAVE. All lots are set as regular lots (not apartments) so if you want to change them for roommates, etc feel free! I hope you enjoy this save as much as I am! Please tag me @zergula or #Sims3City if you share any photos, I would love to see them!

Please check out my other world saves here:

River Falls

Simarellen

Kaodina

Lunestia

Happy simming and green plumbobs for all <3

SIMSFILESHAREDOWNLOAD

[queenlucythevaliant]

The remnant there who survived the exile is in great trouble and shame. The wall of Jerusalem is broken down.

After the door in the air was shut, King Caspian brought together an assembly of his friends and advisors. There, he called the dwarf Trumpkin to speak concerning what he had seen of Cair Paravel.

“Well,” said Trumpkin, “I can’t say that there was much left of the place when I was there. The walls are in pieces and it’s all overgrown. You’d scarcely know it was ever a castle, if you weren’t expecting to find one.”

“But could it be restored?” asked the king. “In your opinion: as a craftsman and a Narnian?”

Trumpkin seemed to ponder this for a moment, but his answer came readily enough. “We’d have to rebuild it from the foundations. Quarry stone, cut timber, and tear out all the plants that have grown there by the root— and that’s all before we so much as lay the new cornerstone. But if we go about it the right way (I mean, with the good guidance of Aslan and all)—yes, I think we can manage it.”

“But is it the thing that we ought to do first?” asked Doctor Cornelius. “After all, the Telmarine castle stands, and it will serve. There’s much else that needs doing at present.”

“It is a worthy undertaking,” piped Reepicheep, who was now standing atop his seat almost at attention, one small paw on the hilt of his rapier. “One more urgent and noble than any other work before us now. Cair Paravel is the ancient seat of justice in Narnia, and the graves of Old Narnian kings are on its grounds.”

A silence fell, and when it became clear that no one particularly felt like disputing the Mouse’s words, Caspian nodded his head solemnly. “Very well then. We rebuild.”

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It was a little after noon and the sun was high on the day that Old Narnian exiles first returned to the shores of Cair Paravel. They arrived in row-boats and dinghies and on ferries from the mainland, for no ships had yet been built. Trumpkin and the King were in the lead boat together, and by Trumpkin’s direction the boats made landfall along the stretch of beach that ran alongside the ruins of Cair Paravel. Behind them came a host of Red Dwarves and Black Dwarves with their tools. There were Centuars, led by Glenstorm and his sons, and Beasts of all kinds: Clodsley Shovel and his Moles, the Hardbiters and the Hares, nimble-footed Harts, mighty Bears, Sables, Hedgehogs, Dogs, Horses, and the Mice with Reepicheep their Captain. Then came the fauns, with Mentius and Obentinus. Last of all were the Birds, soaring over the ships and calling to one another in high voices as they went.

When the first boat alighted on the shore, a great cheer went up, starting at the king’s boat and fanning out to all the rest. Caspian stepped onto the soft sand with a crunch and surveyed the place where the ruins of Cair Paravel sat. He could not think of anything suitably momentous to say, so he sank wordlessly to his knees and looked up, giving thanks to Aslan.

That night the whole rebuilding party camped on the beach. The dwarves built bonfires and the fauns played their flutes and there was song and dance. A few of the centuars were old enough to remember living in the lands around the Cair before the Telmarines had driven them off, and those that did wept. A few of the younger creatures wept too, though they could not express why. Yet Dumnus led the singing of loud choruses and some of the others whooped and hollered for joy. The sound of their voices, both the weeping and the singing, mingled together and fled into the night.

The next day, the dryads and naiads of the land around Cair Paravel came down to the beach. The giants, who had come from the mainland on foot, arrived not long after. Their number complete, the Narnians set to work.

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“One thing we have in our favor,” Doctor Cornelius said, scroll still half open before him. “The historical records on the construction of the castle are exhaustive. There are plans and specifications for every inch of the place.”

Caspian straightened, wincing a little. He’d been helping one of the naiads clean debris from the courtyard well, and his back ached from bending over. “You might try telling that to the black dwarves,” he said. “They still haven’t figured out where to dig.”

Once the dwarves had assessed the ruins of the castle, they used a kind of scrying magic which Caspian did not understand in order to find a quarry of new stone to match the old. The trouble came when the time came for the stones to speak: they would only sing, in voices too deep for words.

“They’re too busy celebrating to tell us where they came from,” said Winnibrik gruffly when Caspian inquired about the progress of the quarry. “And I can’t blame them for that, really. It’s good that there are Narnian feet in this place again.”

Dryads guided parties into the forest to show which trees could be used for timber, and then Horses and centuars dragged the beams back to the Cair. In general, such work would have been beneath them, suitable only for dumb beasts of burden; but they did it without complaint. They knew, as everyone did, that they were in the midst of a great work.

Yet it was the cleaning and removal of debris that occupied most of the workers. Trufflehunter knelt in the dirt, patiently pulling broken bits of twisted metal from the ruin of the small armory. He hummed as he went, something lilting and wordless. A little way behind him, in the courtyard, a group of fauns hoisted a fallen apple tree and carried it away.

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It was shortly after the foundation had been laid that a band of efreets appeared from the north. They arrived late in the evening while Caspian was dredging one of the cellars and asked to be brought before the king. “If it please you, sire, let us build with you,” said their leader, a broad creature with a toothy smile. “After all, we are Old Narnians too.”

Caspian, who was knee deep in water and soaked to the skin, called for a halt and went to confer with his councilors.

“You ought to have nothing to do with them,” said Trumpkin firmly, “not by my advice.”

“I should think not!” echoed Trufflehunter. “We’ve no need of any congress with creatures of that sort. Cair Paravel must be rebuilt by those who follow Aslan.”

The efreets, however, were less than accepting of this verdict. A few nights later, a Dog reported that he’d smelled men in the woods and a few scouts confirmed that Telmarines were camped a few miles upriver. “It seems that our ghoulish friends are angry with us,” said Caspian, “though I can’t for the life of me imagine what an efreet could have said to make a Telmarine come with him this close to the sea. At any rate, we ought to be alert. Send someone down to the treasure chamber and distribute whatever weapons you can find to anyone who can use them.”

So, as the walls of Cair Paravel rose up, the Narnians carried swords as they worked. At night everyone camped together inside the great footprint of the castle, with guards stationed on the half-built watchtower under the stars.

Reepicheep took more watches than anyone, for he said that he liked to be alone in the stillness of such a sacred place. “We needn’t be afraid,” he told Caspian softly one night. “Cair Paravel is ours, and we are Aslan’s. What can hurt us here?”

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The Brothers of Shuddering Wood built the entrance to the main foyer, armed with heavy dwarven hammers that seemed to split the air when they fell. The hung the gate one glittering morning when the sun was on the sea. They left it wide open for the rest of the day.

Clodsley Shovel took the Moles to set the king’s garden to rights, and one day the Mice joined them in repairing the Tombs of the Kings. When they were through, they brought trimmings from the garden to decorate the monuments. The Dogs dug holes for posts, and a greenhouse soon followed. Then came the armory, the buttresses, the tower of guard.

“Was all of this really here before?” Caspian asked in astonishment. The water-gate had just been completed and his old tutor was beside him, looking up at the intricate device of bolts and bars that kept it securely lowered.

“Yes, my boy, it was,” said the old man. “It’s all in the books, you see?” Caspian felt a lump build in his throat: something like pride and another something like hope. He tried to swallow around it.

Hogglestock and Trufflehunter split the middle-sized Beasts into pairs for the construction of the broad wall. They told stories as they worked, in loud voices so as to carry down the length of it: stories that usually started with “Remember…” and occasionally, “In the days when Peter reigned at Cair Paravel…”

The great feasting hall came together little by little. The eastern windows were cast by dwarven artisans from enormous panes of glass while Glenstorm and his sons built the dais and drew sketches for the skylight. Wimbleweather carried great stone pillars in his arms and set them down where Ravenscaur instructed from his perch in the rafters. The Oak and the Beech made carvings on the seven heavy doors that led into the hall, and when they were through dwarven smiths fitted them with handles of silver and gold.

They ate in the hall together when it was built, though the walls were still bare and their voices echoed. The Bulgy Bears carried in the first piles of food from the kitchens, which were at last in working order. They heaped it on makeshift tables with little concern for appearance: grilled fish, pheasant, and apples prepared in every imaginable way.

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When the last stone was laid in the castle, Caspian decreed a day of general celebration. But when he turned the corner down the hallway to the grand staircase, Caspian saw Trumpkin standing at a window looking morose, with tears in his eyes.

“Come now, Trumpkin, what’s the matter?” said Caspian as he came to a stop beside his friend. “Today is a happy day, and there’s no room in it for tears.”

Trumpkin made a sound between a snort and a sigh as he turned to face his king. “Certainly, your majesty. No tears today. But—” he smiled beneath his beard, “—Turnips and thunderbolts, Caspian! If you’d asked me a year ago, I’d have laughed myself silly rather than imagine that any of this was possible.” He swept his hand towards the window and Caspian looked out.

It was a crisp, cloudless morning, the sky bright and clear, and the sounds of singing and of instruments being played filtered all the way up to the tallest tower. Caspian watched the Dogs running to and fro as they prepared for a hunt. Dryads danced in the courtyard and fauns played their flutes. Beyond the wall, a group of dwarves were coming up from the beach, where they’d just arrived with several boats full of gold and jewels from the mainland with which they meant to beautify the castle.

“Why Trumpkin!” laughed the king, “I’m surprised at you. Wasn’t it on your recommendation that all of this was done?”

Trumpkin shook his head ruefully. “My foolish optimism, perhaps. Aslan’s Mane, but times have changed.”

He cleared his throat and nodded towards the beach. “King Edmund said he’d have built a bridge if Cair Paravel had been an island in his day. What say you, King Caspian?”

The castle still needed furnishing, but there were finally tables in the feasting hall and the armory was stocked with swords. Doctor Cornelius was well on his way to reestablishing the library, and soon Cair Paravel would be adorned with the finest dwarven jewels.

“Next year,” Caspian replied. “I’ll put you in charge of its construction.”

Remember me, my God, for good.

[musabvisuals]

Calm Before the Storm

Poem - A maid of fire, with hair of ruddy hue, Stands 'midst a field where weeping heavens pour. In sable armor, silver-chased and new, She gleams like moonbeam on a watery shore. Her eyes, twin sapphires, pierce the misty veil, Reflecting storms that rage within her soul. Behind her stands a host, a ghostly trail, Whose shadowed forms the thickening vapors stole. A silent army, masked in mist's embrace, Awaits the hour when battle's clarion calls. Yet, in her posture, grace and fortitude place; A queenly calm before the tempest falls. So stands she, poised upon the brink of fate, A solitary figure, stern and great.

Story - A lone warrior with fiery red hair stands resolute in a rain-soaked field, her black and silver armor gleaming under the stormy sky. The rain drips from her ornate armor, but her bright blue eyes remain fixed ahead, reflecting both the storm and the unwavering determination within her. Behind her, an army of knights waits, their figures blurred by the mist, yet their presence is undeniable, a silent testament to the battle that looms. The air is thick with tension, the kind that precedes the inevitable clash, but in her stance, there is a quiet strength, a calm before the storm that speaks of battles fought and victories hard-won. The scene is a moment of profound stillness, where the chaos of war meets the inner peace of a warrior who knows her purpose.

[thepaleys]

The year previous, shortly after our return to St. Petersburg for the winter, Dmitri and I had noticed on father’s desk a new photograph in a small, gold frame. It was of a boy, four or five years old—a beautiful little boy with long curls and a dress that came down to his ankles. At our first chance, we asked father who it was. He turned the talk to other matters, avoiding response.

Later that year, we once went downstairs at tea-time and opened his study door, as we always did, without knocking. He was seated in his arm-chair, and in front of him, with her back to us, stood a woman. At our entrance she turned, and we recognized her. We did not know her name but had seen her. One day, at Tsarskoie-Selo, we were in a boat on the lake when she had passed near us along the shore, dressed in a white skirt and a red jacket with golden buttons. She was very pretty and had sent us smiles and amicable signs which we did not return.

I do not know what instinct now drove us to it, but we closed that door at once and fled in haste, despite my father's appeals. In the anteroom, a footman was holding a sable pelisse; in the air floated an unfamiliar perfume.

A vague jealousy gripped our hearts; we did not like this stranger penetrating into our personal sanctuary, our father's study. But he treated us always with the same tenderness; he seemed, indeed, now to wish to hold us more closely than ever to him.

"Education of a Princess" - Grand Duchess Marie Pavlovna Jr.

[chip-and-ironicus]

Have You Ever Seen Anything So Blue?

[Reposted from Grant's Cohost page]

This August, as I walked a gravel trail toward Au Sable point, I thought about the change in the people of northern Michigan. We drove to the trailhead along a county road that dips in and out of the jagged border of Pictured Rocks National Lakeshore. The inhabited parts outside show the pivot of an economy based on mining and fishing to one based on selling lunches and renting kayaks to people curious about historic mining and fishing. And for a second, I fell into the romantic thought that no matter how life changes, it's the same rocks and the same trees.

This is false. As I discovered on last year's trip, the vital thing to remember is how everything is constantly changing. The composition of the now-protected forest is permanently changed by the logging industry. And without that logging industry, the dune at Log Slide Overlook continues to grow taller and forever cover the spot where logs were slid to the lake. The people, the rocks, and the trees are all changing, all the time. The hope is that they change together, and can support one another. The National Park service is something I believe in.

But the lake, god willing, is forever. I remember last year, sitting in the cabin my aunt rented, watching the sky dim out the window, as the lake grew darker and darker. The waves seemed to spread in every direction. The biggest thing I've ever seen and it was growing, pushing beyond the boundary of the shore. I was a few dozen feet away, up a small hill, behind a window, and there are moments I thought I might fall in from my seat on the couch. I've lived on the Great Lakes and the waterways that connect them most of my life, but Superior is somehow different.

There is no center and no end. None you can perceive. There is only breadth and depth and expanse and blue. It's commerce and wilderness and ecosystem and postcards. Storms and harbors. Constant sound in variable volume. To see, every day, an accident of glacial geology that bore a wonder of creation, to know it supported centuries of history, and eat its fish fried in the back of a truck. Have you ever seen anything so blue?

[sableshorecomic]

Eidona faces down the undead in Episode 7.2 of Sable Shore!

[animebw]

In case you need more convincing to read my webcomic, I made a video about why you should read my webcomic.

[fatehbaz]

European explorers first set foot on the North Atlantic archipelago in 1505. [...] [C]olonies of shrieking birds, interrupted sporadically by violent storms. Spanish explorer Juan de Bermúdez came [...] and left nothing but his name behind. Permanent settlers wouldn’t arrive for another hundred years [...] by serendipity. In this case -- tragic serendipity. The Sea Venture, an English ship on its way to the colony at Jamestown, got caught in a monster storm and wrecked on a coral reef off Bermuda’s shore in 1609. [...] Within a few years, Bermuda became a British territory, and with that one of the cradles of English colonization: settled just five years after the first permanent English settlement in Jamestown, Virginia, and eight years before Plymouth.

And yet, reading histories about the early beginnings of the American colonies -- the traditional origin stories of the United States -- one would be hard pressed to find much [...] mention of Bermuda.

“When historians have considered it, they usually dismiss it as a curiosity or a failure,” writes Michael Jarvis, an associate professor of history at the University of Rochester. [...] His latest book, Isle of Devils, Isle of Saints: An Atlantic History of Bermuda, 1609-1684 [...] is his most recent contribution toward that end. As a prequel, it continues the work he started in [...] In the Eye of All Trade: Bermuda, Bermudians, and the Maritime Atlantic World, 1680-1783 [...]. Jarvis makes the case that the small island is nothing less than “[...] crucible of colonization,” [...]. Several earlier attempts at establishing colonies on the North American shoreline failed [...]. But Bermuda started to thrive -- which was of considerable consequence for the future United States. When the newcomers at Jamestown faced starvation, [...] just 800 miles “to the east [...]” another group of English colonists “found a veritable paradise [...].”

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Bermuda became the first of England’s experimental colonial laboratories to produce a successful export staple -- Spanish tobacco -- which, Jarvis argues, once transferred to the mainland became the foundation of Virginia’s economic success.

With the success, however, also came Bermuda’s dubious distinction as the first English colony to import enslaved African people, thereby developing slavery into “an institution that became ubiquitous throughout English America.”

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Drawing on three decades of his own research and [...] [field] work, Jarvis [...] delves into the interplay of slavery, race, gender, and the environment, tracing how “Europeans [...] became distinctly American” on the island -- some 600 miles offshore from what would later become North Carolina.

He argues the histories of several US states and Atlantic and Caribbean islands -- such as Virginia, Barbados, Providence Island, Jamaica, the Bahamas, and South Carolina -- are firmly intertwined with Bermuda and that historic accounts that “omit or ignore founding Bermudian settlers’ presence and contributions are thus incomplete.” [...]

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On the one hand, it was England’s first Puritan colony, founded on the idea of building a [so-called] moral [...] society. On the other, its founders committed, promoted, and helped entrench the profound moral crime of slavery. [...] Bermuda’s puritans [...] saw themselves “in constant battle with the [...] the English Civil War, [...] hurricanes, slave revolts, and the Bermuda parent company [...].” The devil reference also stems from a Spanish nickname given to the island because of its location -- firmly in the path of frequent, roaring storms. With more than 300 shipwrecks on its reefs, Bermuda has rightly earned the moniker “shipwreck capital of the world,” although Canada’s Sable Island still [...] [achieves] that sad record. [...] That [...] lore, by the way, wasn’t lost on William Shakespeare either, who reportedly used the account of Bermuda’s shipwrecks, especially the Sea Venture’s fate in 1609, as a source for his play The Tempest, likely written just a year or two after the wreck.

By the 1670s, Bermuda had freed itself from its former parent company and become England’s most densely populated possession -- on its way to become an intercolonial maritime hub.

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All text above by: Sandra Knispel. “A colonial history: Jamestown, Plymouth, and, yes, Bermuda.” Newscenter [a website published by University of Rochester]. 23 May 2023. [Bold emphasis and some paragraph breaks/contractions added by me.]

[brittle-doughie]

Okay Jelly walker Crunchy Chip, Eclair, The whole Republic, Ancients or Legendaries. Sorry if it’s a lot, since you probably have business with requests and personal life, you can choose one or more if you like, your choice!

Various Cookies as Jellywalkers #2

All is well, though I will try to summarize a group of cookies like I did with the CoD in the previous part. May have tidbits from Cookie Odyssey, but will try to refrain from much spoilers.

Crunchy Walker and his now jellied Cream Wolf act similarly like Tiger Lily Walker and her jellied tiger, hunter walkers who are the first to respond to an event where you’re missing from the horde, Crunchy will raise a fuss against her over the role of providing your getaway in case of danger. He remembers you when Brave and the gang visited their kingdom, so he was already feeling uneasy on the fact he had to fight you. He wouldn’t need to, the horde showed him the light and now he understood, he shouldn’t be fighting against you, but for you! He hopes Cacao, Arrow, and his fellow Cream Wolves understood as well…

Eclair Walker still continues to collect anything he deems of substantial value, however what he deems as a wonderful specimen was you! You were the greatest specimen of them all with how you manage to control the horde to your command, this is something he has to look into! Not sure actually getting infected was the initial plan, but it works. Now he still messily records what he finds and saves the best ones for you to look at, this tainted bear jelly will surely have you amazed! As much as a walker can anyway.

The Council of Elders gave them the task. Financier and Clotted were ordered to not only convince the Ancients with the soul jam, but due to your influence on Earthbread as a good cookie, hopefully score a meeting with you. Caviar and Oyster being eager to see you in particular. They’re SHOOK when the two cookies came back with you…..and a group of jellywalkers within the airship, it didn’t take long for the republic to fall under siege. It starts within the group with Baumkuchen Cookie examining a cookie when the infected lunged at him, force feeding the tainted jelly. He saw many things, Y/N Cookie being a major one. Every positive thing about you was correct, and so much more…it was why the mob followed in the first place. The others had to see this, no, experience this…experience you….first it was Mille, then Canele, Sable, Caviar, Vanilla Sugar, Custard, Mulled Juice, before finally reaching Oyster. They’re now one of many within the mob, a passive role of taking care of you with Caviar and Oyster capable of defending you. Perhaps they did manage to score that meeting with you after all…

For this AU, Lily is still within the group and nothing bad happened to her :)

The Ancients, outside of the legendaries, are THE most dangerous of the horde and the last cookies you want to see stand against you. It is recommended to not, under any circumstances, approach the horde if you see them. It starts with White Lily and Pure Vanilla showing sympathy and worry over your infected self, signaling the mob to keep back. They wish to reunite with you, and you did just that. Now you wish for the others to follow, you didn’t want the horde to possibly hurt them. Cacao tried to refuse, but seeing Cheese and Holly willing to be with their dearest again had left him alone with his decision. He..does not wish for that. All of them are now your fiercest protectors, their power alone means that every manner of filth stand no chance. Cacao is especially violent with them, he hates to see his dearest get hurt on his watch..

Black Pearl Cookie would always expect you to see her out in the Duskgloom Sea, she’s grown far too attached for you to simply allow you to disappear on her. When you didn’t show up for at least today, she’ll be at the shore searching for you. She waits until you eventually showed up, an infected you. She shrieks at the group beyond you, she acts quick and held onto you in her arms and splashing away the mob with a wave. She would later return to the shore, a now infected sea monster. She feels if she was also infected, she could be way closer to you then before, and when she felt the two of you become one through a hivemind-like link, she was very much giddy. She’s your partner of the waters, though she could care less about the rest of the horde, they can become soggy for all she cares, but tolerates them for you.

Frost Queen Cookie would’ve never had let you leave her ice palace if she knew there was a infection running around, and now she faces you and your mob. Like BP, she could care less about your mob, but would take you with her, care for you as she tried to find methods for a cure. You were her warmth through the endless cold, she won’t let you escape her grasp. The horde would batter at the doors, angrily screaming as they demand the return of their heart. Why can’t they all freeze to death already, but her getting infected would come quicker. The circumstances to her infection is undetermined, but the doors would open to see you and her hand and hand, now sharing an infectious bond that brought her warmth like none other…

[chibi-celesti]

PARGE SYEC SYNAHT HUEAF AN SABL (Drown in the Endless Abyss)

You deserve to drown in the very darkness your heart cultivated.

We yearned for the Queen's head, only for the Hatter save him.

We yearned to burn the Usurper, only for the hyena and wolf to snuff out the flames.

We yearned to spear the Sea Witch, only for the eels to intervene.

We yearned to imprison the Vizier, only for his king to break him free.

We yearned to poison the Queen, only for the Huntsman to be his remedy.

We yearned to drown the Gatekeeper of Death, only for his brother to carry him to shore.

We yearned to smite down the Evil Fae, and succeeded...only for his family to bring him back to life.

And now... We yearn to bury their dearest Prefect,

But this time, no one will save them. Nor their feline companion.

[luvsimskaos]

Another warm day leads Elijah taking his siblings out to town for some task their mother sent him to do.

The first stop is the fabric store, Sable wants to start working on the winter clothing so Elijah has to pick up some cloth. His siblings sit on the side and chat while Elijah haggles with the clerk.

The clerk is hard to haggle with and even seems a bit sullen having to sell to Elijah, whether that it's because of Elijah's class or skin color, Elijah prefers not to think about. He hurries and pays what he needs before rushing his siblings out and onto the next task.

The second stop is the local grocer to pick up spices for the meals Sables cooks. He gets some advice from Daphne who is the one that helps their mother in the kitchen. The twin look around and explore the store.

As the siblings leave the town for the day, and with some free time left the younger ones convince Elijah to let them have a little fun. It takes a little bit but in the Elijah can't say no.

The family ends up at the shore a walk away from the property. The twins play in the sand and Elijah gives Daphne lessons on fishing. The day ends up on a good note.

[zelibrius]

Old wooden totems on the shores between Asnelles and Ver sur mer. I love the way they create bold cuts in the landscape. I heard there that this was an old way to prevent the sand to be washed away. ------ Anciens totems de bois sur la plage entre Asnelles et Ver sur mer. Vestiges d'une ancienne technique pour stabiliser le sable de la plage, leur silhouette découpe le paysage.