#sari journal

[sarijournal]

happy national pancakes month 🥞😏

[pencopanko]

Two more journalists killed by Israeli bombing

Quoting from Al Jazeera:

In the past 24 hours, six media professionals have been killed by Israeli bombing, including journalists Sari Mansour and Hassouneh Salim. They were hit by an Israeli air strike on the Bureij refugee camp in central Gaza. At least 55 Palestinian media workers have been killed since October 7.

[abbyanne-sari-sari]

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[furys-mercy]

|| WELCOME ||

Welcome to Fury’s Mercy. This blog is largely dedicated to my main OC, August Mercer, and his journal entries, screenshots, drabbles, and memes. That said, alts will be featured and cross-posted. Particularly those alts with ties to Mercer. Which, at this point, is most if not all of them. With this in mind (and the fact that I follow from this blog, and people may be more familiar with another character) I have decided to keep an updated pinned post with my current character roster as well as relevant information about tags and character nicknames used on this blog. 

|| CHARACTER ROSTER || 

- | AUGUST MERCER |  - | MAIN OC |  - | RP: ACTIVE |  - | MACHINIST, ENGINEER, SUMMONER | - | CARRD |

- | SEBASTIAN DE VAIREMONT | - | ALT OC | - | RP: ACTIVE |  - | DUELIST, SOCIALITE, BASTARD | - | TUMBLR | - | CARRD |

- | VISCOUNT CYRILLE DE ARCHAMBEAU | - | ALT OC | - | RP: ACTIVE |  - | FORMER INQUISITOR, ECCENTRIC, IN WANT OF A WIFE | - | CARRD |

- | LADY MARCETTE DE VAIREMONT | - | ALT OC | - | RP: UPON REQUEST |  - | FALLEN LADY, SOCIALITE, VINDICTIVE  |

- | TEO-LINH | - | ALT OC | - | RP: UPON REQUEST |  - | TRAVELLER, HEDGE WITCH, VOIDTOUCHED | - | TUMBLR | 

- | KISHAR SEPELIRE | - | ALT OC | - | RP: UPON REQUEST |  - | TRAVELLER, VENGEFUL, VOIDSENT |

|| SHIP TAGS ||

#guard my heart - Mercer & his husband X’khal’a Moui

#the crow and dragon - Mercer & his husband Akhutai Urit

#a light in the dark - Mercer & his boyfriend Fehre’a Khaari

|| STORY TAGS ||

#duplicitous deeds - A completed storyline surrounding a rivalry between Mercer and another goldsmith. Involved Akhutai Urit.

#into the unknown - An ongoing storyline involving both Mercer and his half-brother, Sebastian de Vairemont.

|| NICKNAMES ||

Mercer tends to give nicknames to people that he really cares about. These nicknames may appear in his journal entries, drabbles, or ask responses. So folks know who is who, I have included a list below.

Kid - X’khal’a Moui 

Firestorm - Akhutai Urit

Boss - Sasari Sari

Lordling - Sebastian de Vairemont

Starlight - Lazne Urit

[kirsteninthesun]

Why the AG dolls are dolls, in universe

So, since Courtney has a Molly doll, that makes American Girl dolls canon in the universe they themselves exist in. Why, then, were these girls chosen to become dolls? What about these people made them the ones to have their stories canonized?

Kaya: Kaya lived until the 1830s, and had a number of children. One of her granddaughters was recorded speaking the Nez Perce language (Niimi'ipuutímt), singing, and recounting stories from her childhood. In universe, American Girl went looking for stories of young native girls in heroic situations and found the audio recordings of Kaya(at the time, Swan Circling)’s granddaughter telling stories of her grandmother’s escape from captivity, and did more research.

Felicity: As an adult, Felicity married and moved to Massachusetts. One of her sons became a fiction writer, writing serialized stories in newspapers, and turned his mother’s recollections of the war into short stories for children. These stories were later adapted by AG’s writers.

Caroline: Caroline’s story waxed and waned in popularity. Her family’s story was well documented and two books have been written about it. In Sackets Harbor, there is an Abbott family statue. She was a natural choice for AG when deciding to write about the War of 1812.

Josefina: Josefina succeeded in her goal of becoming a curandera. She later moved to Mexico City, where she had a long career of working with children in need. She was honored with multiple awards for her work throughout Mexico. When AG looked to release a Hispanic doll, a Mexican born researcher suggested Josefina Montoya, with the caveat that she was from Mexico. The team later realized she was born in a part of Mexico that would later become the United States.

Kirsten: Kirsten lived into her 90s. She became a schoolteacher before marrying at 25, and then spent much of her time quilting. She won numerous awards for her work, which specialized in applique. In her 80s, she created a quilt portraying the journey of immigration from Sweden through fabric- embroidery from Sweden to quilted panels from America- and was filmed discussing it on a local TV station at age 93. In that interview, she told the stories of Marta, Sari, and Singing Bird. She recorded her life in a series of journals and stories, which her family catalogued and published in a book about Swedish immigrants to Minnesota, giving AG lots of information to work with.

Addy: Addy lived most of her life in Philadelphia. She became a teacher, temporarily retired to raise three children, then returned to teaching. In the 1920s, she was recorded on audio telling her life’s story. AG was searching through records of formerly enslaved women, and chose Addy’s story because of her recollections of Janie and Ida Bean. Ida Bean was preserved by Addy’s family, occasionally rented to museums, and later used to create the Ida Bean doll that was sold with Addy. Her photograph hangs in the hallway of the school she taught at, along with an Addy doll in a glass case.

(Part 1)

[soniabigcheese]

Today I supported a local artist

She had a pop up shop to sell her stuff, I spotted these gorgeous hand made journals, covered with antique saris and hand made paper

And was smitten

We had a great chat, showed her some of my artwork and said that since I had my tumour, my drawing style had changed a lot. She knew someone from her art class in the same boat, and he was frustrated but is learning to draw a little differently.

[loneberry]

notes on the singing world

This morning I sat outside on my back porch, drinking my coffee at 7:30am, soaking up the early sun. There was peace in my heart, a peace I wish I could give to everyone in the world. We still don’t know the source of it. I listened to a live recording of the Brazilian singer Gal Costa singing “Baby”—“Você precisa saber da piscina, Da margarina, da Carolina, da gasolina...” The crowd roars with those opening lyrics. You can hear the whole audience singing along, “Baby, baby, I love you...” I wept some tears of joy and wrote in my notebook, “You know, when I die, I will be sad to leave the world behind. I loved this broken world, I loved it truly.” 

Then I read a journal entry from a week ago:

April 13

Today the sky went from sunny to gray sunny to gray. Stepped out of my house, into the blustery air—two pigeons were perched above the commuter rail, their iridescent throats catching the spring sun. Turning down Oxford Street, Kimya Dawson came on over my headphones. I haven’t thought of Kimya Dawson in nearly 20 years, I thought, and was flooded with memories of high school, teenage emotion, so embarrassingly earnest. Once I left a comment on Kimya’s livejournal: “I couldn’t get a ticket to your show...” She put me on the guest list, how sweet of her. “And the road’s still long but you come along...” 

I felt calm. Thought: so this is the calm that follows a long cry. The whole world and its kaleidoscopic array of details were singing to me: the white petals of the star magnolia aloft on the wind, a stranger’s purple sari blowing in the breeze as she crosses the street, the tuxedo cat sitting in the periwinkles, pink saucer magnolia blooms above some blue graffiti, observed through a chain link fence.

I walk to the Charles River and sit on a bench watching the daffodils lining the bank of the river dance in the wind while the sparkling light on the surface of the water twinkles in the background. Once Bhanu Kapil and I sat by this river admiring the daffodils. At sunset we sat with our eyes closed, doing a sun meditation before we walked over to the Houghton Library for her reading with Fred Moten. We wandered around the Harvard campus and she posted a photo of me on her blog doing a peace sign in the Harvard Math Department. On the counter next to the Keurig coffee maker, Ed made an intricate mandala out of sugar packets and wood coffee stirrers. She made a joke about Indians and Russians both loving chess and mathematics. 

Drifting in and out of memories. I observe an old man in a beret taking photos with his vintage medium format camera of the daffodils and the river. He says Hello. I smile and say Hello. A woman is on a blanket in the grass, photographing her dog rolling around on its back. 

I wander around Harvard Square. Through the window of Tasty Burger I see a young black woman and white man (probably undergrads) acting playfully as they eat. She sticks her tongue out. He taps it with his finger. They do this over and over. I go into Harvard Book Store, leaf through some books, and buy a copy of Amelia Rosselli’s Sleep. So many words. I wonder about the books I will write, the people who are on the other end of that strange relationship, the relationship between writer and reader. 

I used to have a dragnet mind, used to walk around in a state of pure awe, my window of perception so wide—it was the world, simple, resplendent, endlessly offering itself to me. I humbly accepted it, that gift of quotidian grace. Ordinary things glowed with a freshness that brought tears to my eyes. It’s rarer now, but still, I cherish the days when I can feel the world singing to me. 

The world. Tell them—tell them, she loved it truly. 

[thedoddgroup-on-etsy]

YouTube Flip Through Here: https://youtu.be/o1PPJKd0uBY

Step into the enchanting world of "By the Seashore," a meticulously handcrafted junk journal that whispers tales of coastal dreams and vintage reveries. Nestled within its embrace are two signatures, delicately sewn into a hidden spine style, holding secrets waiting to be discovered.

The cover, a soft caress of high-quality quilting fabric, wraps around like a comforting embrace, fastened with a whimsical sari silk tie closure. Beneath the fabric, chipboard adds a sturdy foundation, while a layer of bubble wrap imparts a delightful tactile sensation.

Within the pages, a treasure trove awaits, adorned with French accents and vintage-look postcards that speak of distant shores. Pockets overflow with inked ephemera, each whispering stories of bygone eras. Lace delicately sewn along the edges of pages adds a touch of elegance, while machine-stitched ephemera weaves tales of intricate beauty.

Peering inside the cover, one finds a charming pocket bearing the inscription "This Journal Belongs to," lovingly stitched by an embroidery machine. A detachable dangle, crafted from sari silk, dances with the breeze, adorned with charms that capture the essence of the sea. A corked glass bottle holds treasures from the ocean depths, sealed tight with seashells and sea glass, while tiny bells chime softly, echoing the song of the waves.

"By the Seashore" is more than just a journal; it's a portal to a world where imagination knows no bounds, and every page holds the promise of adventure.

[lifewithmai]

I Found Peace in Calauan, Laguna

Angela Palma 2023

There are many places I have traveled so far in the Philippines ever since I became aware of them. For example, the Quezon province, specifically Nakar and Infanta, Pangasinan, Antipolo, Caloocan, Taguig, Makati, Manila, and Laguna. Out of all these beautiful cities, beaches, spots, views, etc., you may also wonder, Why Calauan Laguna?

Our first visit and stay here was for our cousin's 7th birthday celebration way back on November 27, two years ago. It was summer, and they had just finished building their house there, so we were the first to stay. I remember our first summer here being full of excitement and happiness. I loved the close neighborhood, the generous people, the packed sari-sari stores, the overlooking mountains, resorts, lagoons, hot springs, and the fields. At my cousin's birthday party, we set up tents and hired clowns to entertain the kids that we invited from the neighborhood. It was quite a big children's party, but it was expected in our tradition to have big parties when we turn seven. It was a fun and memorable celebration for everyone. The next day,our family went to make a second celebration at a village named "The Promise," then into Camp Silva Natural Hot Spring.

In July 2023, we decided to have yet another summer break in Laguna. I never thought that me and my family would need this short break especially me, because, being here for the second time, it was different. Coming back here helped me think clearly and solve all the puzzles that were trapped in my mind in Manila. What helped is the way life here is filled with such simplicity. It filled my longing for a simple, quiet, and peaceful life.

A walking-distance field near the house we're staying in has a hidden, built-in playground, a bicycle lane, a small stage, and wide grass floors. At noon, this is where everyone hangs out, including families, their little kids, and teenagers. There are also areas with fruit trees, plant farms, and farm animals such as cows and horses. On Laguna, this was my favorite spot. My siblings and cousins stop by in the mornings and at noon, and I usually bring my phone to take pictures along with my drawing book, journal, and a novel to read. Since it is quiet and windy out, I spent my time here writing my thoughts on paper or reading books that I brought with me on this trip. I also learned how to draw scenery, which is something I've always wanted to do. One of the most pure and memorable experiences I had here was when little kids approached me to compliment my drawings, even if they seemed simple or funny to me. They were so appreciative that they make me smile every time I see them and refer to me as "ate ganda na marunong mag drawing."

I also enjoyed my time indoors in our lovely home and helped with chores. I enjoyed accompanying my mom to the palengke to buy fruits and vegetables, and I enjoyed being assigned to prepare our daily meals. This place made me want to stay longer because it made me feel alive again. Unfortunately, we all have our own responsibilities back in Manila, but it has been an adventure to be here in such a magical place. Who knew that such a simple place would bring us closer and give us the peace we needed?.

If I could write more about this journey, I would say that it healed me. My inner child and I are so grateful that my family decided on this trip because I can't think of a more beautiful way to spend a short summer vacation than this.

[altairtalisman]

Cass' Bio

"Look, I don't care if bees are helpful! Just get them away from me-"

More details on Cass is under the cut

Name: Cassia "Cass" Vijay

Age: 978

Height: 168 cm

Birthday: 10 Itis 1044 (Ebhi)

Orientation: Sapphic Demigirl

Pronouns: She/They

Species: Dryad

Country of Birth: Ghalrava-Balhyta

Likes: Spring, candied fruits, marble soda, video/card/tabletop games

Dislikes: Bees, winter, axes, sudden noises

Hobbies: Gardening, drawing, playing video/card/tabletop games

Personality: Amiable and sympathetic, though some think that this allows her to be manipulated. Despite her calm (albeit melancholic) appearance, they don't deal well in stressful situations and has been observed swearing at surly guests, going as far as to throw toilet paper at them

Style: Wears saris over a black crop top and a black half-slip, also wears a pair of black slippers

Abilities: Has the ability to heal almost immediately unless they had a burn, communicate as well as manipulate plants, is also an expert marksman

Background: As a forest dryad based in Ghalrava-Balhyta's sacred forests, Cassia grew up with the expectation that she was to protect it from intruders. Believing their elders to be correct, she never questioned the rules set by them

At 421 years old, the dryads imprisoned a traveller that had mistakenly entered the sacred forests. Cassia assumed that the dryads would let her go free, especially since she had a family to return to and four children to feed. They was horrified to learn that not only did the others not believe her, but planned to execute her via using her as nutrients for the sacred forest

Horrified by the absolute mindset the sacred forest had, she tried escaping the forest at 503 years old. She made it to Dhakzya before collapsing, and was brought back by a Dhak snake spirit. Upon returning to the sacred forest, the dryads scolded them for leaving the sacred forest, informing her that dryads aren't allowed to leave the forests that they're bound to or else they would die

Cassia was shocked, not knowing that dryads were bound to the sacred forests. They then asked how does a dryad know that they were bound, she received the explanation that the moment a dryad came into existence, they were bound to the area containing the most flora and that leaving the area for an extended duration meant death

They then spent centuries researching the history of dryads in nearby archives, eventually coming across a tattered journal about dryads being able to bind with other areas containing flora provided the flora accepted them, else they would die immediately

Three years after she learnt how to potentially leave the forest, Mingyue was caught entering the sacred forest and imprisoned, set to be executed by trapping her with tree roots for the trees to use for nutrition. The snake spirit tried to convince the dryads that she didn't mean to enter the sacred forest on purpose and merely wished to go to Wulfenz, but only Cassia believed her

Recalling the mother's execution centuries ago, the dryad decided to help Mingyue escape. Her decision resulted in the other dryads viewing Cassia as a traitor, forcing them to leave the country. Due to Mingyue's poor sense of direction, the dryad provided directions to Wulfenz while Mingyue helped the latter to make it to the country as her state rapidly declined

Once they had arrived in Wulfenz two months after fleeing Ghalrava-Balhyta, Mingyue went for a walk-in interview and left Cassia in the hotel's greenhouse in the hopes that they would regain her energy. She was then discovered by Hana, who realised that the dryad was dying due to being away from her bound area

Cassia eventually regained her energy, no longer on the brink of death as the flora in the greenhouse accepted her. After explaining her situation, Hana decided to employ the dryad as the hotel's gardener so that they could live as well as to provide Cassia with a safe refuge

[cartoonslovers]

If I could change 3 things about TFA, they would be... ⭐ 1. Keep Sari Sumdac completely organic ⭐ 2. Both Elita and Blackarachnia, are separate characters (also, Elita One is pink + BA’s past self has a different name) ⭐ 3. The Allspark Key loses its powers, if it brings someone back to LIFE (so temporarily Optimus died in Season 3, instead of 1) because there’s no risk before Season 3... if Sari can bring them back with her Key! 🔑

Honestly I think Elita haunting the narrative would be a lot cooler. Plus there won't be that weak confrontation between Sentinel and what supposed to be his dead friend who turn out to be alive and become the thing that he thought killed her. so you think it would be more emotional...the angst is there..but nothing too emotional is there.. also Wasp and Bumblebee just ruin it all with that one interaction. Look this may be too far for this show but I think there should of been a scene in Predacons Rising where Sentinel should of have full on emotional breakdown finding out Elita is Blackarachnia... seeing her like this and her experimenting on Wasp. He can barley move and fell down onto his knees as the only thing he can is "Elita" over and over again while having flashbacks of all their of all their happy memories before this tragedy... Unfortunately us as the audience never get this since Tfa seen to only care how the Acha Seven event effect Optimus and Elita not Sentinel. The audience only knowledge of how Sentinel feel about the event is from his entries from the All spark almanac which not everyone going have access to.. if there one thing I would add this show it would be a episode exploring Sentinel's trauma and his emotions deeper. Perhaps this episode is Sentinel writing down in journal about all the events that happened while narrating it.

I actually kinda of like the idea of Optimus dying later in the series plus would be a gold mine of angst if Sentinel was there to witness his death up close and for him to have a "oh shit this guy still matter to me " moment as he watched in horror Optimus getting beaten to death.

Sentinel trying to reach out to help Optimus.. to protect him yet always too far to do anything until it too late... slience filled the area as Sentinel slowly pick up his old academy buddy's corpse.

All this idea could improve season three.

[sarijournal]

i SCREAMED when he touched her belly

[nordleuchten]

25 Days of La Fayette: December 5th - John E. Hagey

(A short notice before we begin; I really enjoyed researching Hagey - although he drove me crazy once or twice. First of all, everybody spelled his name differently. While Hagey is the most common spelling, there is also Hague, Hagar, Haguy, Hagie and what not all.

I first came across Hagey when I stumbled over his entry in the databank of the Valley Forge Muster Rolls. The muster rolls describe him as an aide-de-camp and a member of La Fayette’s lifeguard. While some other men we have looked at thus far had only served for a very short time as La Fayette’s aide-de-camps, Hagey might have served the shortest – if at all. I thought I had a pretty clear picture of the man’s life and the life of his descendants until I found his application for a pension – that document was a wild ride.)

John E. Hagey was born in 1748 in Strasburg and died on July 13, 1841 in Nashville where he was laid to rest in the Nashville cemetery. His grave is marked with a headstone bearing a short summary of his long and eventful life:

The Nashville City Cemetery Association, Inc., Hagey, John E., Section 28.4, ID # 280352. (08/22/2022)

John E. Hagey

1748 – 1841

Born in Strasburg, Alsace, went to France 1777. Came

to America with Genera Lafayette. Chosen as a companion

and later a body guard for the General. Served in the

French Light Horse and became famous in the Battle

Of White Plains and the Siege of Yorktown and was dis-

charged at Newcastle, N. Y. Went to Harrisburg, Pa.

Became a U.S. Citizen. Married Catherine Ault. Migrated

to Greensboro, N.C. Moved to Knoxville, Tenn. and

then to Nashville where he lived the remainder of

his life. In 1825, his work took him to Huntsville, Ala.

for a short period. While there he learned his old

General was to visit Nashville. He walked over 100

Miles to see Gen. Lafayette 44 years after his dis-

charge. He was 77 at the time. Arrived at Nashville

while the parade was in progress. Placing himself

Properly as the General approached, Mr. Hagey

bowed before him. Arose and was recognized and

emotionally embraced by Lafayette. The crowd was

moved to tears. John Hagey was member of

McKendree M. E. Church.  A devout Christian. He died

In the Faith July 13, 1841. Was given a military

funeral attended by 5000 people. Laid to rest

4 p.m. 7-14-1841.

Asleep in Jesus

The Nashville City Cemetery Association, Inc., Hagey, John E., Section 28.4, ID # 280352. (08/22/2022)

This marker was erected by Hagey’s great-great-great grandson Dwight Bennett. The homepage of the cemetery also mentions that the current marker is a replacement marker. It underwent restoration in 2008.

There are a few things I would like to mention concerning this stone. First, you see the spellings Catherine and Catharine equally often in official documents. For the sake of this post, I will go with the spelling that is inscribed on the marker. Second, I could not find any primary record of La Fayette and Hagey meeting again in Nashville. There is nothing in La Fayette’s correspondences nor in Auguste Levasseur’s journals. There are however a number of secondary sources mentioning and describing such a reunion.

John and Catherine had ten children, Mary (married Steven H. Cheek), Catherine (married Joseph Baker), Elizabeth (married Nicolas Becker), Susan (married Hiram W. Martin), John (never married), Sary (married James Nealy), Margaret (married Odle B. Thrift), Nancy (married John E. Wilson), George W. (never married) and Mariah (married “Jenkins”). It appears as if there were still some more children who sadly died young. The application for a pension mentions the name of the children listed above along with their spouses and ages. As, going from the given ages, some children have died prior to the pension application and some are still alive, these ages can not be linked to a certain date and are therefore rather unhelpful.

Some of John E. Hagey’s descendants however made quite a name for themselves and we find them and the family referenced in several, more local, history books. The following is written about the Reverend James Columbus Petrie:

The History of Union County, Kentucky, Courier Co., 1886, p. 848-850.

Then there is this piece about the Honourable William Brown of the firm Brown & Bruner, bankers from Metropolis in Illinois:

The Biographical Review of Johnson, Massac, Pope and Hardin Counties, Illinois, Chicago Biographical Publishing Co., 1893, p. 560-562.

All of these leads us to John E. Hagey’s application for a pension. His record has been transcribed and revised in 2015 and can be found along with many, many other pension records in various archives. The typed document is seven pages long, so while I will not include it in full, here is the link to the PDF document for everybody who wants to read it.

The record starts with a statement by Hagey himself, made on August 1, 1832 and then two affidavits. The first statement was made by Daniel McCoy (made on October 24, 1837) and the second statement was from Peter Jennings (also made on October 24, 1837). Next in the records is a letter from George W. Hagey from May 14, 1841 on behalf of his mother who was recently widowed and also an official statement from George, given on July 8, 1859. It follows an obituary for John E. Hagey, a letter form the Department of the Interior, dated November 2, 1859 and lastly an official document from the Senate of the United States.

Hagey’s claim for a pension was initially denied in 1832 because it was concluded that he was part of the French troops and not a regular member of the Continental Army. He was therefore not entitled to a pension from the United States. After his death in 1841, his widow Catherine (who lived to the ripe age of 106) applied for a widow’s pension and was in the end denied as well and on the same terms.

To make matters short, Hagey’s statements contradict with themselves and with the history of both La Fayette’s life and the American War of Independence. He claims to have been with La Fayette in places where La Fayette had not been at the stated date, he claimed to have been with La Fayette when he had been wounded – in a battle that the Marquis actually never participated in and so on and so forth. While some of these discrepancies can be attributed to old age and a failing memory (La Fayette himself confused some events from the War for Independence during his tour in 1824/25), others are a bit more confusing.

The whole application can be summoned up by this report, written by J. Thompson, Secretary in the Department of the Interior on November 2, 1859:

Sir [Hon. George C. Whiting, Comm’r. of Pensions],

I have carefully considered the claim of Catharine Hagie, widow of John Hagie, for bounty land under Act of March 3d 1855, &c, and also for pension under Acts of June 7th 1832, and July 7th 1838,upon which an appeal has been taken from your decision.

The soldier in the application he made in 1832 declares that he came over to this country with La Fayette, as a volunteer to assist the Americans in the Revolutionary war, and that he served as a private in the regiment of Light Horse under Col. Polorotski and Capt. Escaline, to the end of the war. His claim under the Act of June 7th 1832 was rejected, and since his death the widow has renewed it, and asserted in her own behalf her title to bounty-land and pension.

To justify the allowance of either of the claims for pension it is necessary that the soldier should have “served in the Continental line or State troops, volunteers or militia,” And to obtain bounty-land under the Act of 1855, that he should have been regularly mustered or paid by the United States.

His own statement shows that he could have come under neither of these conditions, for he served (if, indeed, he rendered any service) in the French Troops, and was paid by the King of France.

I am of the opinion, therefore, that these claims are bad, and accordingly affirm your rejection of them.

The papers which accompanied your report are herewith returned to your office.

I am, very respectfully,/ Your Obd’t. Serv’t.. J. Thompson, Secretary

Interesting, is it not? I started this research by think that John E. Hagey was, maybe only for a very, very short period of time, one of General La Fayette’s aide-de-camps and otherwise served as a lifeguard – a fascinating aspect of army life in and on itself and one that I have never really looked into. There were quite some interesting sources relating to Hagey and his case seemed to be a very simple one at first. Now, at the end of this post however, I am no longer entirely sure if Hagey truly served under La Fayette in the way that he had stated. I do believe however that he had been acquainted with La Fayette one way or another.

Opinions anybody?

[thewiglesswonder]

Bombarding you, hope that’s chill: Hunter, Collector, Bel, Caleb, TFA!Starscream and Blitz. Unload that over-full brain of yours.

From you, my friend, an artillery attack would be welcomed.

Hunter: This is more of a “Grimwalkers as a whole” headcanon, but still. His eyes don’t quite glow in the dark, it’s more that they’re faintly luminous and seem to have a peculiar shine to them. If Grimwalkers, before they officially went extinct, were well known enough to warrant having legends about them, I’d wager them to be analogous to changelings or something similar in the Demon Realm. One of the telltale signs of a Grimwalker in your house in myth was the shine of their eyes in the dark. When he’s getting food from the fridge at 3 AM, the effect can be anything from a soul-haunting reminder of your past sins and your constant failure to make up for them (Belos) or the affectionate emotion of seeing a raccoon rummaging through a dumpster (Luz).

Collector: He doesn’t need to eat, and finds the whole concept of food very amusing. Like, you guys really need to do that?? And there’s so much of it too! He’d be the kind of kid to make snack food monstrosities of pepperoni slices, peanut butter, and a pretzel, and call it the new Best Food Ever. Conversely, he does need to sleep. So much playing is amazing, but he gets tired sometimes, so it’s only right that he have a self-inflicted nap once in a while. He’ll belly flop on the nearest soft surface and soon he’s out like a light.

Belos: While Caleb took on an apprenticeship under a carpenter, given his skill for woodcarving demonstrated at an early age, Philip was actually on track to become a bookbinder. The first book bound in the American colonies was printed in 1640, so it roughly fits into the time period if we assume the boys were grown by the mid-late 1600s. This would explain his knack for machinery (artificial staff, portal outfittings), his personalized journal (as he would have had the means by which to make it) and his clothes appearing a bit fancier in everyday life than Caleb’s.

Caleb: When he was alive, he could pinpoint the exact moment he fell in love with his wife. It wasn’t upon first meeting her (that was when he fell in love with the Isles), it was in an awe-induced stupor as he watched her win the Bonesborough Brawl. He saw this woman, surrounded by spell circles, light in her eyes as she takes this victory that never could have belonged to anyone but her… let’s just say Hunter gets it from somewhere.

Starscream: Is working extremely hard to repress how shaken he is by the whole Allspark-immortality deal. Like, he died. Spark’s gone and everything. It’s a very unique emotion to look into the place where your very soul is supposed to be and see absolutely nothing. If Skywarp represents everything he fights through to act as confident as he does, you could make a whole new clone out of the repressed fear and dread that he refuses to feel.

Blitzwing: You know that one episode with Master Disaster and the Allspark-powered remote, where Sari gets a hold of it and tries to help Bee out? She turns it on Blitzwing midair, forcing him to spin out of control (“Dizzy! Not liking the dizzy!”) while her, Fanzone, Bee, and Blurr speed along. The reason for that comment on Blitz’s end is because this is one of the few times he’s actually ever been dizzy. Seekers have crazy high coordination among the frametypes, born of necessity from so much tight, fast flying. Can’t afford to have your spin maneuver discombobulate you for a few extra seconds in a high-speed fight. Muddle this up with a bunch of grounder coding from the triple-changer procedure, you get to experience dizziness for the first time! Yay (not yay)!

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|| WELCOME ||

Welcome to Fury’s Mercy. This blog is almost entirely dedicated to my main OC, August Mercer, and his journal entries, screenshots, drabbles, and memes. Other characters may be featured on occasion. Particularly those related to Mercer. With this in mind (and the fact that I follow from this blog, and people may be more familiar with another character) I have decided to keep an updated pinned post with my current character roster as well as relevant information about tags and character nicknames used on this blog. 

|| CHARACTER ROSTER || 

- | MAIN OC |  - | RP: ACTIVE |  - | MACHINIST, ENGINEER, SUMMONER | - | CARRD |

- | ALT OC | - | RP: ACTIVE |  - | DUELIST, SOCIALITE, BASTARD | - | TUMBLR | - | CARRD |

- | ALT OC | - | RP: ACTIVE |  - | FALLEN LADY, SOCIALITE, VINDICTIVE  |

- | ALT OC | - | RP: ON REQUEST |  - | TRAVELLER, HEDGE WITCH, VOIDTOUCHED | - | TUMBLR | 

- | ALT OC | - | RP: ON HIATUS |  - | TRAVELLER, VENGEFUL, VOIDSENT |

|| SHIP TAGS ||

#guard my heart - Mercer & his husband X’khal’a Moui

#the crow and dragon - Mercer & his husband Akhutai Urit

#a light in the dark - Mercer & his lover interest Fehre’a Khaari

|| STORY TAGS ||

#duplicitous deeds - A completed storyline surrounding a rivalry between Mercer and another goldsmith. Involved Akhutai Urit.

#into the unknown - An ongoing storyline involving both Mercer and his recently discovered half-brother, Sebastian de Vairemont.

|| NICKNAMES ||

Mercer tends to give nicknames to people that he really cares about. These nicknames may appear in his journal entries, drabbles, or ask responses. So folks know who is who, I have included a list below.

Kid - X’khal’a Moui 

Firestorm - Akhutai Urit

Boss - Sasari Sari

Lordling - Sebastian de Vairemont

Starlight - Lazne Urit

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