#Encounter Journal

[ask-shutter-ghost]

have you thought about publishing a book about your discoveries or about ghost hunting in general?

Shutter Ghost: Yeah! I'm actually in the process of compiling an Encounter Journal!

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Shading Reference @ Richard Mountford

[dogstomp]

Dogstomp #3026 - April 14th

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[arumidden]

I know this is mainly my Hetalia blog but I don’t have anywhere else to talk about my Back to the Future obsession. Someone please help, it’s lasted more than a month now.

I’m at the point when I’m tempted to write my own fics for it. I want to write a George Figures It Out fic so badly. I’ve already made an outline to keep track of all the clues George could realistically connect. I want to rewatch the movie and make a venn diagram of all of Marty’s slipups that George and/or Lorraine would’ve noticed.

[remembertheplunge]

Today had other plans

I really had an urge to head for San Fransisco this morning to open water swim in the ocean and to write in the Castro district, but, decided to stay home in Modesto instead. 

A guy I met on line and have met once in person is coming to the house tomorrow. So, 

I planned to do some cleaning in his honor.

Then the phone rang. It was Martin Cantwell. He once lived with me but is now homeless out off Hatch Ave. south of town. He wanted to know if I had his mail. He uses my address for his mail. I said I’d bring his mail and some money to him.

The cleaning would just have to wait. Arriving at Hatch Road, he was standing neath a tree near the McDonald’s. He got in my car and asked if I wanted to meet his friend Tyler, also homeless. I bought coats for Martin and Tyler a few months ago. I said “Sure”. 

We drove to where Tyler and several other people were gathered behind a near by strip mall.

Tyler was very appreciative for the coat that I had given Martin to give rot him.Tyler is maybe 6’ 2”, he is a white guy, large framed, short blonde hair and handsome face. He does not look homeless. Later, I gave Martin $40 to buy a bike that Tyler had for sale. I gave Martin some more money to see hi through for a while and headed out for the Jail, where, I was able to see a client We had a good meeting. We both were in good spirits. In part talked about working out and what books we’ve been reading. I told him that I blog every day. We discussed his case and I departed. It’s 2:15pm and I have barely begun to clean my house. I fear that my new friend is just going to have to take me and the house as is tomorrow! Today had other plans!

The homeless encounter and the jail visit back to back were intense and moving. But, are they really that different than my weekly swims in the sea. A friend who ocean surfs told me that when you are out there  “The Ocean owns you”. It also cleanses and heals you. It adjusts your attitude and your life trajectory. It puts things in perspective. As do a homeless encounter and a jail visit. Plus, they are all great fodder for a journal and or a blog entry!

[fatedroses]

Something silly for the trio as I think about them encountering a cactuar out in the wilds. Well, more specifically a gigantuar. Here we have: Has taken many a needle before and is very afraid, the one who physically can't feel fear but knows exactly what's about to happen, and a freshly prepared tank who is about to get pin cushioned for the first time in his life.

[blackbackedjackal]

Binging It's Me or the Dog and holy shit I'll never understand how people will just get dogs and not train them.

[thewolfisawake]

While the orchestration of words had been his forte, the execution of deliberate action had always been Mhoirbheinn's. What his inaction was as poignant as his decision to walk away. Balmoral knew he should say something, anything...even if it were sweet lies. But despite all that led to this point, he still couldn't disrespect Mhoirbheinn in that manner.

This feeling swayed back and forth like churning tides that created maelstroms. It was a feeling that was rare but every encounter with it wracked Balmoral with pang he could not shake. Not now not centuries later. Bereft of his anchor and deprived of his armament, it seemed he could only default to his cornerstone. His eyes loitered on the empty hall for moments longer before reentering the room.

Inside Foirtchern appeared to have been waiting. That infuriating nonchalance of his demeanor evident as he opened his mouth to speak. However no proper wording came out as a stiletto was thrust within, tongue forcefully coiled so it was not severed and its end a guileless threat of bloodshed. He barely missed being hung from the window that now sprawled with webs of frost that obfuscated the snowfall. Though he was certain that if not what he were, some innard would have burst from the force he was pushed back. He looked down to an eye drained of his color, its silver shimmer harkening to the merciless torrents that made mortals fear when all the leaves shed from the trees.

"Coming into my realm, making a fool of me in my own fucking Court, you must have either guts of steel or a longing for death," Balmoral said. Despite the words that could hint propriety, he held no such regards. Through his gaze, Balmoral could already imagine the withering of the lungs. Breaths wracked with glass-like shards rattling and ripping into it, "Your purpose here, Abyssborn."

"So cold to your own, Balmoral," the other remarked clearly despite the knife uncomfortably close, "though I commend the name choice. Has a heft to it and a nice mouthf--"

Silver spilled as the fae's wrist flicked to cut into flesh, "King Balmoral to you, bastard. Your purpose."

"So forward, did you learn it from your protector? Speaking of, where did he--" there was a crack but whether it was the wall or bone was anyone's guess, "--as I told him, for you. A warning."

"A warning that involves unraveling such intimate information," his tone reflecting his disbelief. The stiletto was withdrawn. There was a measured look shared between them. Suddenly the blade pierced the clavicle, heedless of any muscle or bone for protection, "Who do you take me for? A hapless soul lying in desolation and desperation? 700 years of silence for your word now? Is this the gilded tongue that blinded my mother?"

"I thought it was closer to a millennia," Foirtchern interjected as he slid down, seemingly uncaring of the tearing of his body, "And let's not pretend Faolan was innocent in all this. She and I came to an accord. For a gamble for freedom. Even at the expense of a necessary yet reviled mistake."

Balmoral bristled yet didn't make another attempt against him.

"And you wield both her savagery and that supposed gilded tongue so well. Far better than my expectation," he admitted, "After all, I didn't think you'd make it past infancy. What with that hunger and the circumstances to escape. Yet here you are, King Balmoral, subjugating the Unseelie, duping Fateweavers...quite the feat for a walking casualty."

"Well, can't make a quality product with slipshod material now can you?" Balmoral quipped, almost missing the slight narrowing of the other's eyes.

"Yet you made it work. Though you still have far to go to truly hone that silver tongue to be tongued-tied before your protector. I could teach you if you wish."

"I have no desire to gain anything resembling you."

"Oh? So you intend to confess your sins to him?" Foirtchern didn't bother to let the silence hang before he said, "Of course you don't. Because you and I both know that if you did, he would not be here. A straight shot like that with a reputation for never being crossed unscathed, if he knew, he would have never agreed to all this. He would never forgive your 'little' transgression."

The temperature plummeted, revealing the crawling clouds of breath. The strength of his legs draining yet the newcomer still stood. If anything spurring his smile further.

"Am I wrong? You're a smart enough boy to discern the reality. To know that those sweet nothings are just that. Nothing. If he met the being, the monster, you are he would turn away. See through all the delusion you constructed, revolted by every lie constructed. You veil it so well but cracks are present. And you know what lies ben--"

A spike of ice skewered his throat before bursting into a violent bloom from within. The sharpened petals quartered limbs and shredded flesh. A spray of silver shimmered over the crystalline cluster that seemed to spread as if to ensure the destruction of the one before the king.

Shallow breaths gave the illusion of a dragon whose wrath was receding. He would hear no more. Despite knowing the word, Balmoral didn't quite 'hate.' At least until now. He hated this man that gave him this existence. He hated how he spoke so candidly about affairs that should have never seen the light of day. He hated this entire conversation. He hated how he had been laid bare by a person that had never deigned him important until this day. And above all, Balmoral hated that he was right.

No matter how many times he imagined it, cast it, wondered about it...he couldn't see it. No matter how many times he rehearsed, pondered and tread to broach Mhoirbheinn about the matter of his fatestealing and all its consequences...it always ended the same. The seizure of fear and anxiety overwhelmed him. The questions and answers that haunt and torment him every time.

How could he be forgiven when he had robbed Mhoirbheinn of what was rightfully his? What made him better than the brother that the fae killed when he took all that boy knew? He voraciously built by taking from others, what makes him better than the nobles his love detested? He was frighteningly selfish, taken by his obsessive heart to want what he'd never had before and whose talons refused to let go once he tasted it. He was greedy for wanting to have it all--his purpose fulfilled and his only desire sated. If Mhoirbheinn knew every aspect of him--the truth--he would see Balmoral as the parasite--the vermin--that he truly was.

A muddled gray eye observed the carnage. Splatters of blood strewn across the walls and furniture. Sinew draped like discarded clothes. Fragments of bone shattered across the rug. Yet he knew that this would not be enough to silence his father. Only hush for a moment. And with that moment, Balmoral stepped from the room. There was no guard recalled to the room...and he didn't call for one.

Instead he stepped, unescorted and without guidance, through the hall. The bloodshed already dismissed and an uncertain fate that loomed.

[savepc2023]

WHO GOT YOINKED BY BIRB BOY. WHOM WAS IT??? How is their relationship with the Great Hawk? 😃😃😃😃

It was ........Angel lmao💀😭😭😭 i was playing around with their save file and studying the writing in dol for a future post i wanted to make and then i was like. Fuck it we go ball and then i went and got them a husband💀😭😭

Not sure if if i want this to be a strictly game thing or like incorporate it into her story but like. ...let's say they do get kidnapped by the great hawk...

Angel(they/he/she)

It's uh ......awkward tbh💀💀💀 Angel is fully prepared to pluck some feathers when Great Hawk sets them down but then he's like. "Hey man this is ur home now, I'll go get some food for you. Also ur my spouse now lmaoooo" and they just (._.)

Because this surely did trigger smth within them (thanks to Kylar babe😍😵😘), and they had pure rage in her eyes for like the first few minutes before they were confused by GH's behaviour🚹

Bc as much as he wants to wring his neck and choke him to death for kidnapping her, they also have a tendency to like. Really really judge someone before throwing hands. Doesn't want to feel guilty after yk.

So after GH goes out to fetch food, Angel's scouring the place for stuff to defend themself with. And then GH comes back and just treats them with utmost respect and kindness and angel's just "huh."

So yeah. They spend their time with him, gently explaining that she is NOT his wife or husband no thank you, i have partners already. They were pretty much on board with skipping school and not having to deal with Bailey but they really quickly realised that they miss their friends and partners so they just start pleading GH to let her go🚹🚹

"bro please please i swear dude i won't forget about you like. I'll love you forever man please bro I'll BUILD A SHRINE FOR YOU DUDE PLEASE"

Uh. Yes. They occasionally do visit Great Hawk but they're definitely not overnight stays. Some part of them wants to introduce him to Robin and Sydney but she's also afraid they'll start preferring the bird man over them so they just. Don't🚹

They do tell about him to the others though, considering they've been away for so long and all.

While living with him they only take baths while he's away for food, no one gets to see the goods honey

They scolded GH the first time he got them a lurker and almost cried when they saw how disappointed he got🚹🚹🚹 He got them one the second time too...Angel was so hungry by the time he went out again that they werent as against eating a lurker but nah he just pop in with regular human food so that's good 👍

All in all it's more of a comedy than anything😩😭

[aurosoul]

Game Developers Conference (GDC) day 1!!!!!

it’s been crazy!!!! this isn’t even nearly all of it, either. I’m sharing holograms with tons of people and am meeting insane engineers who are developing crazy things like AI that can generate matter?!? the future is looking like it’s gonna get Weird.

honorable day 1 mention, this lil guy who was with Niantic:

[sapinelle]

I met with people to sell something on Facebook marketplace and the husband was the most infuriating person I’ve ever met, treating me like I was a crook. His wife looked grey and deflated. I can’t even imagine what her life is like

[ccckie-warz]

Moon Mortar Picnic

[remembertheplunge]

The sacred shower

3/26/2024

 My friend Dan works with the homeless. He volunteers with the Mission in Manteca. He and I were talking outside the Manteca  gym around 5:30pm today. A homeless 65 year old alcohol soaked Larry engaged us—He said he took  a bus from Oregon—the seats were hard—he got off in Manteca—that’s why he is here. He said that his shopping cart full of his things was his home.

I gave Larry $5. Dan gave Larry $5,  a  black back pack and blue jeans from large cardboard boxes in the back of his big black pickup. Dan said they were $100.00 jeans. The boxes were full of back packs and jeans collected for the mission by the police and the military. The 3 of us had a true encounter. Larry’s first question was what would it cost to take a shower in the gym? Dan told Larry that allowing the homeless to shower in the gym has not worked out in the past. Eventually, Dan left to enter the gym—Larry said that it was amazing meeting us. He said something about God. I pointed toward Dan and said “I think that you just met God.” I turned around and said good bye to Larry and headed home. Larry said he was going to go sit in the grass by the road..

End of entry

Note.

I returned to the gym the next morning to work out and take a shower before court in Stockton at 8:30am. The shower was a different experience because of Larry’s request the day before . In the shower’s flow, I felt a mix of guilt and of gratitude. Larry had turned the shower into a sacred event for me which in that it was  denied to him.

[quitefair]

dont talk to me, i'm shifting into corinth mode.......

[235uranium]

hc that the reason ford is so terrible with earth computers despite almost certainly having encountered more recent technology + technology based on current era technology while in the multiverse is that he's gotten way too familiar with alien computers and keeps trying to make normal computers work that way

[stuff-made-by-orose]

Februllage prompt: Encounter! i searched high and low through my collage materials for some people/entities looking at each other, and these silly wrestlers were perfecttt

[r0semultiverse]

The Lady of The Lake

Had this recurring dream again where I was a part of a ghost hunter style cryptid find show. One of my old friends Elijah was in it. We needed film ideas. It was a chill thing. The main guy would ask us what ideas we had. Leader guy says what if we could make anything what would we make. Black hair girl says a coffee machine. Blonde hair girl says a fishing rod with fishing line and all.

These meetings always take place in my parents’ back yard for whatever reason. The leader guy is the producer just for the record.

Anyway Elijah says “depends on for what.” Then he says jokingly “what are you a cop?” Producer guy chuckles and says no it’s not that kind of show. Then asks me what I would make. I say it depends on the context of who I’m making something for. “You guys gotta be able to come up with something on the spot, it’ll help,” the producer states. Then we notice that Elijah is outside the fence now starring at what appears to be a pond nearby. We all walk over and ask him hey what’s up what’s going on and try to check on him. He says “you guys see her right?” The producer has a grim look on his face and says sternly & loudly “that’s the lady of the lake, look away!!” He also takes out his camera, starting to film. “Whenever you spot the lady of the lake you need to look away immediately and imagine to yourself scenarios where she is killed, dead, ripped in half, anything and say them loud and proud as factual”, he says. “If you do not do this, she will keep getting closer whenever you look for her even if it’s just to find out if she’s getting closer and she’ll take you unless you declare her death as factual,” he also states.

Some of us start looking for her but I look away at first from the pond because I don’t want to aggro the lady of the lake onto me. It’s like SCP Shy Guy Rules but you can turn off her chase state by declaring her death out loud & proud. When you blink or look away after making eye contact it teleports closer to you every time until it’s completely upon you. Elijah in a panic says “the lady of the lake was eaten by bears?” He sounds even more scared now and squeaks up “guys, she’s gotten closer!!!” Producer tells him to remember to say her death loudly and proudly. I’m still looking away out of fear so I can’t say for sure what was happening but I hear Elijah take a deep breath in and tell “the lady of the lake was mauled to death by bears this afternoon and tragically died due to bleeding out!!” Elijah has sighed and said he couldn’t see her anymore and had returned back to the group to hang out with me. I never did see what she looked like, but when I asked Elijah he was too afraid to describe her out of fear that it would aggro her once more onto him.

We have a lunch break and one of my old friends Izzy was like yo Rose I bet you can’t lift me up! I said “okay bet!” I lifted her up bridal style and she kissed my cheek and I kissed hers and we laughed it off. Izzy lifts me up with ease and laughs saying something about me being light on my feet. ‘Twas all fun and games today since we almost had one of our group attacked by a cryptid apparently. My partner Jun was there for some reason now and said “hey Rose do me next!” Much to my surprise they pulled me into a full on kiss and it was very enjoyable.

Some time later amidst this yard party I guess we were having, I hear some strange bird noises and the blonde girl and black hair are asking if the producer also hears some weird bird sounds. All 3 of them look up to my neighbors roof and suddenly are stricken with fear across their faces. The producer tells me not to look up knowing I’m curious almost to a fault. I glance up slightly and just see a black raggedy robe, cloth, or dress flapping in the wind and I pause my vision there, not daring to look up a single centimeter further. “That’s her”, the producer yells and tells me to record. I take out my camera and do as instructed, tilting the camera towards the roof, but not daring to look.

The next few moments happen very quickly. The producer and the 2 girls start floating upwards towards the roof, holding their necks as if they’re being force choked by Darth Vader or something. “This must be the part where she’s close enough to get you”, I think to myself. I have to do something! Having not not completely locked eyes on her myself yet, I latch onto the side of my neighbors house and start climbing the rain water filters, which surprisingly didn’t budge under my weight. I hear a screech and look quickly towards the pond from earlier, not daring to make eye contact with this creature, assuming it even has eyes. I keep climbing and use the windows to pull myself up onto the roof. The roof rather than being hard to walk on was somewhat hollowed out like a big nest for a bird. The producer and the 2 girls were on the ground struggling for breath and I glanced up.

What I will describe to you next is potentially very off putting if you have a fear of being watched or looked at especially from afar. You know how in low quality photos or just poor brightness settings, there’s sometimes blurry people in the background just minding their business or doing their own thing? Or shadowed background people in a manga panel so far away that you can’t make out any features? Take that shadowy background figure and imagine it looking directly at you, intentionally in that random fun vacation photo or outdoors shoot you were doing. That figure isn’t minding its business, it’s locking eyes with you. It knows you’re watching and it’s watching back and it doesn’t take fondly to you having made eye contact. Descriptions aside I feel my heart sink into my chest as if I’m on a drop on the roller coaster. I was starring into this thing’s face, the lady of the lake, if you could even call what she has a face. It was just all shadowed, but I could feel myself losing breath and being unable to breath.

I quickly start running over through her makeshift nest towards the cryptid, my time is short now so I have nothing to lose at this point. As I make my way over I declare loudly that the lady of the lake was ran over by a semi-truck, shot outside a club, mauled by a grizzly bear, and beaten to death this evening as I maintain eye contact the entire time, coming closer to her. The creature screams out in agony and I hear my colleagues gasp for air, finally being free of her effect on them. “The lady of the lake was beaten to death this evening by yours truly,” I declare as I grab at the shadow and swing a punch towards their face. The hit lands but almost kind of goes right through at the same time. The shadow and cloth start to collapse as I attempt more physical attacks upon it. Whose to say if I was out of breath at that point or not, but I kept going until this thing was just a lump in a black cloth. I proceed to stomp it out, declaring the lady of the lake dying in as many scenarios as I can think of. I was working off of pure adrenaline at this point. The cloth eventually just dissipates into thin air, fading as if made of ashes. The Lady of the Lake was gone for good or at least for now, hard to say for sure. We only knew about avoiding eye contact and declaring her death out loud & matter of factly. We all carefully climb back together and someone goes to get a ladder. We were safe this time and got a tiny bit of footage out of the whole thing.