SIIIGHH im always a bit anxious to post my mioshun literally anywhere but I'm also surprised by the lack of fan content there are of them so I guess I should contribute in some way or another, so here's some sketches that I've done of them! UHH and thats it! i love harueto a lot gahh
And Moctezuma said, laughing in his princely way of speaking: “Malinche, I know very well that these people of Tlaxcala, with whom you are such good friends, have told you that I am a sort of God or Teul, and that everything in my houses is made of gold and silver and precious stones, I know well enough that you are wise and do not believe it. Behold now, Señor Malinche, my body is of flesh and bone like yours, my houses and palaces of stone and wood and lime; that I am a great king and inherit the riches of my ancestors is true, but not all the nonsense and lies that they have told you about me, although of course you treated it as a joke, as I did your thunder and lightning.”
Florentine Codex by Bernal Díaz
La Malinche, born at the turn of the 16th century, began her life as the cherished heir to a noble Nahuatl family in the Aztec Empire. However, her fate took a cruel turn when her mother remarried. In a devastating betrayal, her tribe sold her into slavery to secure the inheritance of the new son. At just 9 years old, La Malinche’s was cast into a life of suffering and subjugation.
Her Aztec captors sold her to the Yucatec Mayans, where she endured years of servitude. Though her noble status had been ripped from her, she still held an extraordinary gift: an aptitude for language. Immersed in the culture of her captors, she mastered the Mayan language. Fate then granted her another gift, a chance alliance with a strange shipwrecked foreigner who had also been enslaved. From him, she began to learn his strange native tongue which he called “Spanish”.
And then one day … “they” arrived. On the shores of the Yucatan, the strange bearded men with their wooden mountains and steel clothes. La Malinche was once again passed to a new hand, this time one of the bearded men named Hernán Cortés. Her fluency in both Nahuatl, Maya and her emergent Spanish skills allowed her to serve as the only intermediary on the continent. No one else on all the earth could bridge the linguistic chasm between her world and the men of the Other World.
Every word, every strategy, every piece of negotiation had to go through La Malinche. Even as these “Conquistadors” met with the legendary God-Seer King Moctezuma, it was her words that were spoken. Not Cortés’ words; Not Moctezuma’s words; and as it turns out, words can control the destiny of an entire empire. For these Conquistadors sought one thing: Gold. And they would take it at any cost.
And if it was gold these Conquistadors sought, then La Malinche knew exactly where this gold could be found- in the land of her enslavers, her once homeland - the Aztec Empire. Fifth Sun: A New
Sources on the subject that I can personally recommend
Malintzin's Choices: An Indian Woman in the Conquest of Mexico (Camilla Townsend)
Fifth Sun: A New History of the Aztecs (Camilla Townsend)
Then St. George said to the executioners, “Come and finish off what you were commanded to do.” And kneeling, the servant of God was peacefully beheaded, and water and milk came forth from his body.
-Passecrates, Passio Sancti Georgii 5th Century
St. Georgios of Lydda was born in the year 269 in Cappadocia. His father died early, and he was raised on a farm in Lydda by his mother. Distinguished by his education and physical advantages, he was readily admitted into the Roman army, where he soon obtained the rank of Tribune. As a soldier, he gave many proofs of his valor and military skill, so that Diocletian, not knowing that he was a Christian, advanced him to a high place of dignity in the Imperial Court, then held at Nicomedia.
It seems that when Diocletian became Emperor, the Oracle of Apollo could no longer foretell the future on account of a new generation. When the Emperor asked who were those men of whom Apollo made complaint, the oracles declared that the Christians were to be both hated and feared on account of their sacrilege. Diocletian resolved to let the Christians feel the full weight of his anger. He published an edict threatening death to all who should not at once abandon the Christian faith within his province, and he requested the Senate to approve the extension of this edict to the whole Roman Empire, east and west.
Georgio, Tribune of Cappadocia, devoted to the faith and unable to endure this intolerable tyranny, tore down the edict from the gates of Cappadocia. Foreseeing the consequences of his own open confession of faith, he addressed Diocletian and the Senate directly, asking:
“How long, most noble Emperor, and you, Conscript Fathers, will you continue to increase your tyrannies against the Christians?
How long will you persist in enacting cruel and unjust laws against them, endeavoring to compel those who are properly peaceful and true to follow a religion of which you yourselves are doubtful?
Be no longer deceived by your errors. Either acknowledge the Lord Christ, or at least refrain from disturbing, by your furious folly, those who willingly embrace him.”
Overcome with amazement at the Tribune’s manly and outspoken courage, the Senators remained silent. Diocletian, unwilling to lose a man of such sterling worth, interposed with a promise not only of pardon but also of promotion—if only the farmer-made-Tribune would renounce Christ. Yet if the offer would be refused Diocletian made a promise of torments and death.
On the following day, Diocletian returned to Georgio and ask him as to whether he still persisted in believing in the supremacy of the cult of Christ. Tribune Georgios resolutely answered:
“You will sooner grow tired of tormenting me than I will of enduring your tortures.”
Despairing now of shaking his constancy either by promises or threats, Diocletian placed him upon a wheel barbed with sharp knives; but though his body was covered with wounds, he endured his torments with Christian fortitude. Many who were present declared afterwards that they saw a man clad in white, comforting the martyr during his agony. Next, he was shut within a lime kiln, exposed to burning heat for three days. Afterwards, they forced him to wear a pair of iron shoes, heated and turned inward with nails. Next he was scourged and buffeted before being led back to his prison cell.
Having refused to concede, he was sentenced to death. He was permitted to see his trusted servant, Pascicrates, who afterwards left a manuscript in Greek recording the sufferings of his master. St. George earnestly besought Pascicrates to procure that, after his execution, his remains should be interred in Lydda, in Palestine, where he had formerly dwelt with his mother.
Georgios was unceremoniously beheaded, as was fitting for a Tribune of the Romans, in the Imperial city of Nicomedia on Friday, April 23rd, in the year 290, when he had just reached his twenty-first year of age. Pascicrates faithfully carried out the martyr’s wishes and reverently buried his remains at Lydda, the land of his mother.
Above is an edited translated section from Symeon Metaphrastes' “Life of Saint George” 10th Century
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