#I’d retroactively go back and change the character tag but. further context @:

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Poll: pls help rename this fool

So, I can no longer separate My OC Idrees Ibn Epphf // Real Actor Idris Elba, bc if I bounce sfw parts of this project off my mother, she Will say how hot she finds his nametwin, & I cannot craft porn under these conditions!!

Context bc it’s been a minute: Idrees is in PR/the pack leader of my werewolf ocs/Egyptian/a DILF/René’s DILF specifically, also babydaddy.

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Fareal: Virtue Signalling Sycophant and Fairweather Weasel

Fareal's exposure has been met with rancour as they have pledged to use their status at the Mental Health Tribunals to influence a disfavourable outcome in my destruction, per the Cuntsterian hint of a megadosing of thorazine, and to which end, does Fionbarr act in accordance with such recommendations, reneges on the trust once forged which will jeopardize permanently any relationship on whatever shaky grounds they were already forged.

Despite proclamations of "a trial of n = 1" and similar such assurances to the slogan "intelligent empiricism", was this but it merely was; Fareal's sycophantry of me was ultimately rooted in a virtue signalling to disguise the Haselgrove-connected intent belatedly declared of them, and to which end Haselgrove's plan has recently been revealed having eavesdropped on conversation by staff of the lowest bureaucratic level at the local health centre, "Haselgrove does not wish for [author] to be assigned to anyone amiable to intelligent conversation." A slave in their service wholly for the purposes of psychotropic drugging so as to serve neurodiversitarian-oriented humiliation is the only life purpose they have set out for me, per their sabotage of my college admission, per their sabotage of past work opportunities, per their sabotage of the services in my receipt where Tom Ullathorne had shown a hologram's worth in gratifying the basic request for advocacy services belatedly served up once James Gordon had the audacity to play a Borderline split-personality shtick "fuck with him" attitude against me when misinforming me of the previously faithfully informed 'tard wrangler in service, to which failed pre-operative transsexual Melissa Bakhsh had facilitated.

Bakhsh is under service of Fareal and Cuntster; Cuntster pledges Bakhsh's "ascension" -- transsexual community code for permission to transition -- once obtaining his nootropics-illgotten PhD, a reflection of no talent other than his father's overwritten prescription pad and exhausted fountain pen to malignantly miswrite it, whilst Tom Ullathorne is also a future transsexual,  an MtF, as is evident from his personality which is full of air, lacking in substance, and disturbingly sardonic and piss-taking at times, for example, when he had suggested smothering his face in glitter in support of my predicament, to which I distinctly remember emoting a facial expression of disgust (piss-taking to the highest and most abhorrent level), although I'm uncertain if he had perceived it in his low-detail orientation neurofemale sociopathy.

Which was, hence, why Autism Initiatives of that branch and potentially others had to be openly explicated of their corruptions, and why searches of it will now lead to the KiwiFarms thread opening to question its errant integrity, integrity which shall be further scrutinized with attempted bureaucratic actions -- success or failure, sleeplessness or not, a revolutionary's activities were never meant to be lain on a straight road, but our own way -- and our own way may well be littered with the rocks and detritus of high, steep inclines, in the same way Kim Jong-il had marched to Tabaksol through Chol Pass in 1995 to confer with the then-head General on advice on how best to defeat the betrayal of Marxist-Leninism, the strengthening of Korean socialism, and the buffering of regime survival against liberal-totalitarian imperialism.

Similarly must I confer with my own rag-tag gaggle, going through arduous and apprehension-inducing journeys of communication with channels not guaranteed to even acknowledge my pleas for recognition of my complaints courtesy to the chukjibop-esque power of Amber's systemic domination, that Ritchie Ritch bastard, with my main ideological heir now since re-instated ever since she had disavowed the attempted deprogramming of her psychotherapist by Haselgrove (supporting that my ideology, in that it is all I have, must be pursued, and her support in its pursuit to the extent possible in her presently compromised state, undergoing the womanly changes; yet, she had returned, proving her faith as Aspergian female character), my ideological advisor, a National-Bolshevist to whom she is acquainted, my Korean translator who is also my main psychological researcher and profiler of these miscreants using the best knowledge he has to hand in his analysis of \KiwiFarms' behaviour (and I must say, these are so excellent most of the time as to be infinitely concurrable), and my designer, whom, despite having no talents beyond it, and doing mediocrely in school classes in it,  nevertheless shows natural aesthetic talent and an Aspergian womanly character worth assigning "honorary Aspergian revolutionary woman"; hyokmyeongichonyeo atpeojanguiui myeonghyesangui! Cerrin can design the honours she can give to me to confer to herself, of course; her Broach of Hypermale was a simply brilliant redesign, for those who've seen it on the front page.

Those Fareal are not. Fareal knew of Kenneth's racial origins without my disclosure, which brings about verifiable suspicion. Kenneth has transitioned for approximately a year, awarded hormones by Haselgrove for retiring and relocating workplace to remove alibi for what even Lennihan understood -- before being bribed -- as a removal of alibi for the secrecy of a diagnosis which was only uncovered post-hoc in the reading of discharge notes. Even for the under-talented Scottish forensic criminal investigation team (sans my transparent crimes I freely owed up to; I refer to their incompetences in 2014 and 2012), this should be no Sherlockean feat as to the connection which must be made.

Fareal's continuous virtue signalling of sympathy for my predicament becomes a retroactive source of disgust when juxtaposed with the harshness and hyperbolic condescension of Cuntster. The latter has unfairly relegated me from "aspirational working-class trying-to-be-normalfag with fair success to a point destroyed by circumstances outwith one's control" to "your stereotypical sped with words, tricks, and deceit ala Chandler", although, seemingly, swinging back and forth from the two positions to various degrees; nevertheless outright in the former (though my analytical skills were praised in a twisted complementary manner), but we were close during the period I'd started on Sertraline and everyone was warming to me, prior to recent diplomatic fall-outs. Ones I wish to maintain for the sake of my integrity, now that the "cult" has been transformed into a think-tank with formalized processes and more robust procedures in place for betrayals, secrecy of information, disclosure of information, and preparation for the requisites necessary to obtain charitable status. Fareal wishes to crush these aspirations with a permanent sectioning ala 12 Years a Slave, except it would be not to "N-word work" or the prejudices against Afro-Americans in the Confederacy era, but to the humiliation of my life being eroded in an institution, and for what petty revenge? 

Something a transsexual, post-operative, pseudo-Aspie had fictionalized out of context ala transforming the very technical definition "crossdresser" to an entire diagnosis of "transvestitic fetishism" seemingly overnight? Moreover, the locus of the meet-up is strange; these are purportedly a Hebredesian and a Glaswegian and yet they wish to confer in Livingston for what purpose? I could say this to be an exposition of both their origins, Darren Morgan had vehemently denied ever setting foot in Livingston as a form of self-defense to deadnaming, but more likely, these were then expositions of their professional status, as opposed to members of the public, further bolstering the suspicious nature of such a conspiracy.

Stories continue to unravel and will further develop. A podcast shall be forthcoming over the next ~6 hours - 1 day, other arrangements (negotiations with new trustees, familiarization with Leonard's group of friends where I get to practice my rusty, dialectically-anachronistic Korean) pending.