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shiroganeryo · 4 years ago

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if you still doin that character thingy... Kanda, pls? or Krorykins, whichever u wanna do more, cuz i cannot choose 😅

*breathes in* This is it. This is how I finally get to write about two characters in one go because I also can’t choose XD I hope you don’t mind this getting long and thank you for giving me them, you beautiful human being! 🥺

Kanda

My otp for them: With Alma, no doubt (only trust!). Alma’s last moments break my heart, in a good way - they are soulmates meant to be. Their story is very sad and yet extremely touching and beautiful. I have a thing for lovers who meet again in their next lives, as I’m a sucker for the “red string of fate” myth. I get emotional just thinking of their relationship, and I wish, I really wish, that if they have another chance, that they can meet again and finally be happy together without being torn apart by the tragedies of war. My brotp for them: Weirdly enough, I’d say Allen! After Alma arc, Kanda seems to be a lot softer than before, and I’ve been loving the mutualism between him and Allen. They are very alike (as much as they hate to admit it), and that’s why they can understand each other well and know what the other needs without him needing to say anything. They’re both not good at talking about their feelings. Any other ships: With Lenalee! I know most people see their relationship as a brotherly one, but man, they have such good chemistry together. They bicker often, but just imagine what a killer duo they would be 💦 I’m weak for powerful couples. They know each other ever since they’re little, so they have shared a lot of moments together and know each other well, too - the scene in which Lenalee goes to meditate with him because she was scared of Lvellie was adorable; she feels safe around him. Their best friend: I want to say Marie! I think Kanda would rather people who don’t snoop around too much into his personal space, and Marie simply knows where these boundaries are at. He also knows how to deal very well with Kanda’s temper. He understands him but also knows of his flaws, yet he doesn’t question or confronts him, which I’m sure Kanda appreciates. He’s been recently showing that he cares a lot about Johnny as well, but deep down, Kanda does care about many of the people close to him. My favorite nickname for them: It’s gotta be Bakanda, the pun is just great XD It doubles in greatness because, in my language/official release, this got translated as “BabaKanda”, which is also a pun! In Portuguese, “babaca” is the same as “idiot”. So I appreciate this silly pun a lot more thanks to that XD My favorite AU headcanon of them: I think that, sadly, Kanda won’t make it alive to the end of the story. I headcanon that, in case he does die, it’s after repaying his debt with Allen in a roundabout way; he did help Allen, but at the same time, he went to rest in peace together with Alma. And Allen did fight for them to be happy together, so I just... kinda want this to be true. It would pain me to see Kanda go, but this would be his happy ending and he deserves this. My favorite outfit they wear: A hard pick! Kanda is very handsome so basically, anything he puts on will look awesome. However, the one moment that made me go 💓 was when we saw him in civilian clothes (Chapter 208). Jesus Christ!? He was stunning. I really like his current Order uniform + outer coat combo too, looks so comfy and warm. Defining color: When I think of Kanda, I think of a mix of colors. Namely, Cobalt (#1338BE), Carnation (#FFA6C9) and Indigo (#4B0082). I believe it’s because of the Lotus Pain ending using this palette for the effects of the lotus flowers shining in contrast with the dark background colors. Would I date them: As handsome and amazing as he is, I wouldn’t. I know he’d hate my guts because I’m the type of person who wants to overthink and needlessly talk things over more than he should, and Kanda simply abhors the very idea of this 😂 He is a simpleminded guy, and I quite like that on him. First impression: I knew Kanda wouldn’t be the bland “angry asshole character” trope during his and Allen’s first mission together, in Martel. What he told Allen left a mark and made me think there was a lot more depth to him: "I hate the way naive people like you do things... And even more so, I hate people who don't keep their promises!" This one line told me a lot about his personality. Current impression: Pretty much my first impression, but with a lot more context! I really love Kanda and his past was a surprise to me. It made me appreciate him even more than I already did. Hogwarts House: I’d say Slytherin. He would stop at nothing until he found “that person”, and this House is well known for the ambition of its people. He’s also sharp and while not smarts smart, he is perceptive and intelligent in his own way; very skilled as well. Which Pokemon starter they’d be: Oshawott! Samurott looks as intimidating and stoic as Kanda, besides, it’s definitely based on a samurai, so they share this trait as well. Its first stages don’t look like much, but Samurott gets its own sword to fight with!

Krory

My otp for them: With Elliade! Now, this is one complex relationship. I admit I don’t like Elliade much but, at the same time, I understand her. For an Akuma, she really did love Krory; and he still loves her too. I just wish she hadn’t left him in the dark for so long. Her love was selfish and, while I understand how she felt, I feel bad for Krory since he thought he was a monster and that drove him to loneliness. I wish things could have been different, because their love was really pretty despite the downsides, their feelings for each other were very strong. My brotp for them: I want to say Marie! The latest Discussion Room (Vol.27) mentioned how good Krory is at many things, one of them being music. I love to think that he and Marie could have enjoyable long talks about their shared interest, they do look like the type of guys to appreciate music on a higher, more emotional level. Any other ships: I don’t have any, but I’ll make a mention to Miranda! While I don’t ship them personally, I totally see why people do. They’re both soft sweethearts who are always ready to do their best towards the people they care about - and they also share low self-esteem, sadly. The world has been very unfair with them 😢 Their best friend: Definitely Allen and Lavi! They were Krory’s first friends ever, and it’s clear how much he cares about them. My heart literally can’t take how they’re the first thoughts that cross Krory’s mind when he’s scared; it means that he feels accepted by them, they bring him comfort and make him feel safe and confident that everything will be alright. It’s just so sweet. My favorite nickname for them: Krorykins! If there’s one thing the English translation did right (and I can’t say that for like 80% of it), was translating “Kuro-chan” as “Krorykins”. It sounds so silly it’s cute 😅 My favorite AU headcanon of them: Just like I wrote about Miranda on her post, I headcanon he’s one of the people to either drop out of the Order to side with Allen, or actively help him in other ways. I think it’s not a mere coincidence Hoshino-sensei had specifically him, one of the people who cherish Allen the most, accompany Chaozii to go after him. I’m observing with great interest, as they might meet again sometime soon. It broke my heart to see him wanting to see Allen but, at the same time, wishing he had escaped safely. My favorite outfit they wear: There’s only one answer to this question, and it’s his casual clothes! He looks so elegant and fancy, so handsome yet so adorable! I mean, just look at him! Defining color: When I think of Krory, I think of deep red, a crimson shade like Carmine (#960019). I’m very sure it’s because of his Innocence. Would I date them: Maybe? I think I’d like befriending him more than dating him. He’s close to me in age though (unlike most of the characters I’ve written about so far XD) so I’d be down to it. Imagine dating a sweet guy who not only could cook you your favorite dishes but also has a more assertive, wilder side to him. Sounds like the complete package. First impression: Who is this? He looks scary but my intuition tells me there’s more than it meets the eye. Oh, he’s crying. He’s worried...? That’s too sweet, I’m betting he’s not a villain. Current impression: Well, he wasn’t a villain just like I had thought! Krory is an amazing but underrated character, he definitely deserves more love and appreciation. I love his personality, but what I love the most about him is how he had everything to be the “plain edgy, shady character” and then this notion was completely twisted around. I love it when things aren’t just about appearance. Hogwarts House: I see him being in Hufflepuff! The best people I know (namely, my best friend and spouse) are from this House and while they’re sweet and caring people, there’s also a lot to them more than it meets the eye, just like with Krory! Hufflepuffs are dedicated, loyal, and capable. Which Pokemon starter they’d be: Great question because when you think of him, you’d instantly think of a bat Pokémon, right? haha But I’d give him Sobble, I think! Poor shy crybaby that gets to go from water to wine upon evolving into its last stage, which is completely fabulous and badass! Drizzile even has the prominent bang falling on its face, while Inteleon has what could look like how Krory’s bang gets upward when his Innocence is activated 🤔

#dgm #d.gray man #kanda yu #yu kanda #arystar krory #take a shot every time I say the word 'sweet' on Krory's #beware of alcoholic coma #this one got long! They're already long on their own #but I never thought people would be interested in my opinions and I'm so flattered #I'm having a blast; on cloud nine #I just apologize for the text walls all the same though!#ask

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pollylynn · 5 years ago

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Time: N-dimensional WC: 800

“So where are you in the investigation?” — Richard Castle, Dreamworld (6 x 02)

There is no room for her in the hospital bed. There is hardly even room for him in the hospital bed. She winces every time she sees his feet pressed flat against the footboard, his knees bent and splayed out to the sides, because it’s not nearly long enough. There’s no room for her, but he lifts the edge of the sheet that’s been bleached and starched often enough to stand at attention. He scooches his hips to the side and holds his arm high to make room.

She takes him up on it, of course. She clambers up and settles in. She presses her ear to his heart. She doesn’t trust the diabolical beeping thing as far as she can throw it, and she’s constantly two seconds away from doing some data collection on that hypothesis.

A parade of minions enters and leaves. Every one does a double-take when they catch sight of her cuddled up with him in her suit, her starched white Oxford—the unofficially official uniform of the female Agent of the Bureau. Apparently female Agents of the Bureau are not inclined to cuddle, but she does. He makes room, and she does.

There’s no time, either. He is beyond exhausted. He nods off unexpectedly, and even when he does manage to stay awake, his attention span is even more nonexistent than usual. And she is still, theoretically, busy. She is still, theoretically, working to impress, working to make her mark, so even though McCord, within limits, is trying to cover for her—even though Villante has extended the deepest sympathies of himself, the AG, the DOJ, the Bureau, and everyone on the special investigative team, sympathy is not just another word for take the time you need.

“I should let you . . .” she says, trailing off.

“Your family . . .” That comes to an abrupt end.

“What are you?” He demands sharply. He is exhausted and Pi has only just left the premises. Pi has just spoken for some enormous number of minutes without a breath, and there is just no time except the time they make for each other.

“Here,” she says as she kicks off her shoes and snatches at the sheet. She clambers and he scooches. She presses her ear to his heart and he tangles his fingers in her hair. She wrestles her phone from her pocket and texts something noncommittal to McCord. “I am here, Castle. For the duration.”

He is happy with that. He is happy to have her talk nonsense about nothing. He is happy to doze while she cites chapter and verse of the U. S. Code she’s been committing to memory over the last two months. He is happy, and it’s time well spent, even though they’re both thinking about looming departure. They’re thinking about the not-too-far-off time when he’s well enough to be discharged. They’re thinking about looming separation—too much space, too much time apart.

There’s no solution to this that she can see. He nods off and it overwhelms her. A tear escapes her—the first since this whole ordeal began—and another and another. They’re tears of exhaustion, mostly. They are the tears of catharsis—the exodus of fear that she’d had to keep pent up the whole while that he was in danger.

“There’s always a solution,” he murmurs. She thinks at first that he’s simply talking in his sleep—that the vivid dreams that are his catharsis have him in their grip again. But he strokes her hair in that intricate, methodical pattern she knows so well. She tips her head back and he’s smiling at her from up above an awkward, tucked-in chin. “No perfect crime.”

“This might be,” she mutters. “This stupid job.”

The dragging fingers don’t stop, exactly. They slow for one fraction of one second.

“The job’s not stupid.” There’s the barest thread of disappointment in his tone. There’s a tiny sliver of his heart that wishes she did think the job was stupid, that she would just come home. “You don’t think it’s stupid.”

“I don’t.” She jabs him in the ribs for making her say it. “But I don’t know what the solution is.”

“It’s in the story,” he says breezily, as though it’s the most obvious idea in the world. “You bang your head on the wall, you keep trying fancy things, and then there it is, the solution right in the story already. You just have to look.”

He’d drifting off again in that bed that doesn’t have any space. He’s drifting off, and they don’t know how much more time they might have like this. He’s smiling to himself, though. He’s smiling in his sleep, and she wants to believe: There is a solution. It’s already in their story.

A/N: Time and space and Pi—all fictional. All not things.

images via homeofthenutty

#Castle #Caskett #Castle: Season 6 #Castle: Dreamworld #Kate Beckett #Richard Castle #Pi #Fic #Fanfic #Fanfiction #Writing #Interrogatives?#Fan fic #Fan Fiction

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dokidokivisual · 5 years ago

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Gochiusa BLOOM episode 3 impressions

Previously: episode 2, episode 1 (seriously, the number of notes on ep 2 review is too low...)

Welcome to another review of Gochuumon wa usagi desu ka? BLOOM. In this episode, the series explores a topic it rarely touched previously, which is school life. Unlike many similar slice-of-life series, Gochiusa rarely concerned itself with such a mundane setting, preferring the ambience of cafés and cobblestone streets. There were a few exceptions, such as the first half of season 2 episode 10, but this is the first episode fully dedicated to a school setting.

Another distinguishing trait of Gochiusa is that the group of main characters attends not one, but several different schools. In particular, there are two high schools: a “normal” one attended by Cocoa and Chiya, and an “elite” one attended by Sharo and Rize. Moreover, there’s a group of middle school characters on the verge of graduating. As such, the question of which high school will Chino, Maya and Megu eventually choose was bound to come to the forefront at some point. And that’s exactly what happens in this episode.

There’s a lot of interesting stuff to discuss, so let’s get down to business...

The episode opens with a shot of Aoyama Blue Mountain on a boat, which also appears in the beginning of season 1 episode 1. By the way before COVID you could totally ride a boat like this in Colmar. Just watch your head...

Yeah, this is under the bridge from season 2 ED. Filmed by me.

Anyway, I’m being sidetracked. What’s important is that this is the only shot where you could tell it’s morning, because of the angle of the shadow from the bridge. It is indeed morning, and we see Cocoa and Chino walking down to school. Seems the summer vacation is over and it’s already September? Cocoa, the self-described pikka-pika no onee-chan, tries to coerce Chino into committing to enter the same high school as her, while Chino is not sure about that. We’ve seen Chino being unsure about her future as recently as this season’s episode 1, and in regards to the high school choice the time for a decision is quickly approaching.

Soon we see Maya and Megu who are facing the same decision. Megu seems to have already decided on what Maya derisively calls the gokigenyo school. The greeting gokigenyo (ご機嫌よう) comes from the word “kigen” (機嫌) which means “mood”, and can be literally translated as “how do you do”. However the same word is also used as farewell, which often causes troubles for translators.

The concept of “gokigenyo school“ has been popularised by the light novel and anime series Maria watches over us (Marimite), which is also one of the most influential works of the yuri genre. This concept has also been parodied a number of times, for example in the excellent episode 5 of Flip Flappers.

Megu manages to convince Maya and Chino to come with her to a tour of this school, and we get a close-up of Maya hinting that she’s definitely hiding something.

Meanwhile at Cocoa’s school, the class president declares the theme of the cultural festival being “cafe”, and puts Chiya and Cocoa in charge of it, because they work at a cafe. It seems that Chiya is considered to be more dependable than Cocoa by her classmates, since she got a higher rank. Nevertheless, it is Cocoa who mostly delivers the speech to fire up the other students.

Note the usage of Chinese tally marks to tally the votes. The five strokes comprising the character 正 (”truth”) equate 5 votes. This method is popular across East Asia, even in Korea where Chinese characters are no longer used.

Also I’ve seen a lot of people were confused by the inclusion of “sex museum” as one of the proposals, which is how 秘宝館 (hihokan) has been translated by the official subtitles. This word, which literally means “the hall of hidden treasures” has been used by various establishments of this type in post-war Japan, however only few of them remain open now. I think “sex museum” is a bad translation because, while technically correct, it breaks mimesis, or in simpler terms, immersion. The English translation is so blatantly inappropriate that it would never make it onto this blackboard, whereas the Japanese word is obscure and innocent-looking enough that it just might. A better translation would be “adult museum”, in fact that’s what the most well-known hihokan, Atami Hihokan uses for its English title.

As proof of each other’s ability, Cocoa mentions Chiya’s triple tray wielding skill (お盆三刀流 obon santoryu) which has been demonstrated in season 2 episode 1. Chiya brings up Cocoa’s “basking in the sun” (日向ぼっこ hinatabokko) attitude which supposedly makes her popular among customers. This is a reference to season 2 episode 5 where Rize says Cocoa always either practices latte art or basks in the sun.

On the way back from school, we learn that Chiya is actually scared of the responsibilities placed on her, and her dream of becoming the president of Ama Usa An franchise (which has been mentioned in s2e1, s2e9 and maybe other episodes I forgot) might be ruined because of this. Cocoa consoles her, again showing her motherly side.

Back at Rabbit House, Cocoa explains how the upcoming festival will be exciting (wakuwaku) and fluffy/cuddly (mofumofu). This is one of several times Cocoa uses silly onomatopoeia to describe something in this episode (aforementioned pikkapika onee-chan and describing her school also as mofumofu in a latter scene). Interestingly, all of these lines are anime-original, and at this point seems like an intentional effort to make Cocoa speak in a more eccentric manner.

In the next scene Sharo becomes angry at Chiya for keeping secrets from her, and blows her cheeks, which makes her turn into a Fugu fish, according to Chiya. Fugu is famous in Japanese cuisine for being a highly poisonous but sought after delicacy, however in this case the comparison has to do with the tendency of a live fugu (as well as other pufferfish) to inflate its stomach, giving it an almost spherical appearance to deter predators.

Next there’s another anime-original CocoChino scene where Chino asks Cocoa about what her school is like. This is my favorite part of the episode because it’s just so adorable. Like, even the fact that Cocoa is drying Chino’s hair with a towel after bath shows how close they became. The direction and the delivery of the dialogue is masterfully executed. Cocoa would be really hurt if Chino chooses any other school, and Chino knows that. But Chino can’t admit she’ll choose her next school because of Cocoa, at least not yet.

Now we move on to the main plot of the episode, which is Chimame visiting Rize and Sharo’s school. Like I said in the preview, this episode covers chapters 10 and 11 of the volume 5 of the manga, which in-universe occur at the same time. However while it fully covers (and has the same title as) chapter 10, only the first half of chapter 11 is included. So about 2/3 of the episode are dedicated to the story of chapter 10.

Chimame attend a speech by “OG” Mate Rin. OG in this case doesn’t mean “original gangsta”, but “old girl”, which is a Japanese term for female alumni of some school (there’s also OB for men). Chino recognizes Rin as the editor of Aoyama Blue Mountain, and I’m not sure if Maya and Megu ever met her, so they don’t. When Rin recalls a senior who turned her life around, Chino recalls her chance meeting with Cocoa. In particular the phrase deai ga taisetsu (”chance meetings are to be cherished”) sticks with her. On the other hand, Maya seems to be interested in the fact that Rin was recommended for scholarship. Interestingly in the manga, Maya slept through most of the speech.

The senior Rin was talking about was obviously Aoyama and we see that there’s actually a huge bounty placed on her. The currency sign consisting of combined letters G and U wasn’t seen before, with prices usually displayed in yen, but there was a Euro-like sign at an open market at the beginning of season 2 episode 1, which might be a shorthand way to write GU. Either way this currency must have a serious hyperinflation problem as the reward for finding Aoyama exceeds 10 billion GU. In countries affected by hyperinflation, a stable foreign currency is often used to perform economic transactions, which might explain why most of the prices are in yen.

But is there some significance to this exact number? Why, yes, 10/27 is Aoyama’s birthday! It is also the start of “reading week”, which actually lasts 2 weeks, until November 9.

After the speech Megu gets separated from the rest of the group, and the other two also get lost in the vast campus of the school. As seen from the above interior shot of the school, it is also inexplicably rabbit-themed (or maybe just this particular hall is), with golden rabbit statues and also a picture on the left wall with the kanji for rabbit (兎).

Through a series of misunderstandings Chimame end up infiltrating the school with Sharo and Rize providing uniforms for them to blend in. Despite having trouble to behave “ladylike” before, Maya naturally blends in once she treats it as a game, and even gets invited to a tea party. She makes a mistake though by mentioning moyashi (bean sprouts) which is considered a cheap and low-class food, but she’s saved by the fact that the rich girls don’t even know what that is, and Sharo explaining how to prepare it in a fancy way.

Eventually the groups meet each other and Maya reveals she has been recommended for scholarship due to her good grades. Perhaps she also treated her school grades as experience points to gain, as the title of the episode (and the manga chapter) ”The whole world is my experience points” seems to suggest. This is the idea behind a real concept of gamification, by the way.

There’s also a callback to the season 2 episode 8, where Maya asks Rize for advice while Chino and Megu are spying on her. It is worth to rewatch that scene, because it’s full of foreshadowing for this episode. Back then Maya thinks she’s the only one of the three to go to this school, but now she thinks there’s a good chance all three will still go to the same school. Chino doesn’t seem to feel this way though.

In the end we see Cocoa and Chiya joining the group, also wearing the elite school uniforms, which is briefly explained by them gathering supplies for the cultural festival. I guess the next episode will explain how they ended up there. In the manga even the fact that they have a cultural festival wasn’t revealed until this point. Also in the manga fukiya club president, Karede Yura, inexplicably appears for just one panel so that Cocoa and Chiya could thank her, without any lines. In the anime she appears just as (if not more) suddenly, however there’s some foreshadowing with her inviting Rize to a tournament earlier, and she gets quite a few speaking lines.

If you listen closely there’s a funny sound effect as she looks at Rize, and then at Sharo. I really liked her design since her first appearance in the manga, and Koi probably does too, as her role has greatly increased in the recent chapters. Consequently her single-panel background appearance has been expanded as well in this episode, she got her full name mentioned in the credits, and there’s even a Karede Yura character song included on the second BD volume (which includes this season’s episodes 3 and 4). All things considered, I fully expect Yura to appear in the episode 4 as well.

The episode ends with Chino looking at the sky with a worried expression. It just hit her that both Megu and Maya are going to a different school than she is expected to go to. As Megu and Maya have a clear path forward, Chino’s future has become even more uncertain, and she feels like the odd one out in the group. Now the part of the ending where Chino is suddenly alone makes sense:

this is basically her imagining the future where Maya and Megu leave her. The coffee cup transition symbolises Chino waking up and seeing that MaMe are still her friends and aren’t going anywhere. We’ll see though...

This time it’s Megu doing latte art in the ending, and the picture is of Chino and Maya dancing. The weird thing is, Megu wasn’t even present at this scene, so how did she draw it in such detail?

Also another random fact I noticed: Chino’s Alice costume actually appeared in the opening of both season 1 and season 2. Here’s a comparison for reference:

Anyway, that was the third episode of Gochuumon wa usagi desu ka? BLOOM and I hope you enjoyed reading my review. See you next week... or so.

#gochiusa #gochuumon wa usagi desu ka?#is the order a rabbit?#review

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jeanjauthor · 6 years ago

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A rambling musing on mortgages, stone lions, traffic signs, & European heraldry, the symbology that rules much of our modern lives.

Stone Lions at the end of a driveway...means that the mortgage has been paid off.

I like this concept...except I think I’d want to get stone snow leopards. I grok them (get them / intuitively understand them / feel at one with them) more than lions, or any other cat...other than housecats. Might be easier to get stone housecats...but if I got them...

Would I get them as Sejant (heraldic term for cats sitting upright, butt on the ground, forelegs vertically straight, think cat statues from Egypt), Couchant (heraldic term for butt & belly/chest on the ground, forelegs semi-stretched in front, head erect, think of lions in front of the NYC Public LIbrary), Dormant (same as couchant but head down, napping), or Catloaf (not an official heraldic position/term, but basically couchant with the paws tucked under, head erect)...?

Rampant (heraldic for one foot on the ground, the other three raised as if scratching/mauling/attacking) would be difficult to acquire, and require either: hellaciously expensive stonecarving with supportive flora or flowing cloak or tail dragging on the ground, etc, to hold up the weight of the body; cement or geopolymer with steel rebar support welding it to a heavy base; wrought iron (which can support its own weight on one slender-by-comparison hind leg); or cast resin...which would require more supportive elements.

Or maybe I could go totally modern and install video screens, and just stream images of funny cat gifts & videos all the time...? (And occasionally flash a sign, “This is NOT a drive thru entrance, No U Cannot Haz Cheezborgers Here!”...?)

...Also I have no idea what to call this position, heraldically. (Which could totally be my aesthetic, not gonna lie...well not gonna fabricate, ‘cause obviously if it’s my aesthetic, it’s my position and I’ll lie down ‘n mlem it, lol.)

If it were a bird, it would be Splayed, but splayed is seen in a position looking directly at the belly of the beast, like an X shape, usually with the head at the top of the image, tail (feathered or otherwise) down at the bottom. This is like...dormant inverted?

The tongue mlemming in the .gif would not be replicatable in a static image, but tongues showing is often a part of heraldic design; you just have to say “langued (color)” (langued = we gave it a tongue, yo!) to indicate it’s visible.

And since snow leopards are automatically argent (white/silver, a metal (the other metal is Or, gold/yellow, and always written with a capital O)) spotted sable (black, a color, but in minor amounts compared to the main color)...you have to tint the langue (tongue) a contrasting hue.

This means that argent (the main ‘color’ of the beast, heraldically considered a metal) must be langued (given a tongue) with a color (often rouge (red) or azure (blue), but could also be purpur (purple) or even vert (green)). Or it could be tinted with a “fur” (spotted in special ways, or patterned in specific ways meant to emulate ermine spots, grey squirrel fur backs & bellies, etc, but let’s be honest, a tongue is too small for that, and my tongue isn’t always dead-fuzzy in the mornings, so it’s not 100% “me” to have a furry tongue.)

Confusing? I know!

But remember, European heraldry was designed to Make Things Visibly Distinct At A Distance. Before the eras of snazzy uniforms (American Revolution, French Revolution & Napoleonic Wars, the Prussian Army, etc, etc), everybody just threw on whatever armor or protection they had available and went to war...and...in the melee scrum, everyone moshpitting around you could easily end up killing folks on your own side by pure mistake.

So heralds came up with rules for heraldry...and to this day, those rules govern our lives, writers, artists, readers...and those rules have gone worldwide. Not just because of colonialism (sorry for that part of things, everyone else), but because the rules work.

If I recall correctly, I’ve blazoned (written out in fancy heraldry language) this particular sign before:

On a lozenge Or within an orle, on a billet sable, a torteaux, a bezant, and a pomm. --12th Century Norman Heraldry language (English translation: With our fancy shorthand language and its many governing rules, we are describing a yellow diamond shape with a thin black border around its edges that doesn’t actually go all the way to the edges, so you still see a little bit of yellow at the very edges of the sign; in the center of all that yellow is a black rectangle that’s vertically long, and on that black rectangle we can see a red circle at the top, a yellow circle in the middle, and a green circle at the bottom.)

Aka it’s a Traffic Sign Ahead sign. For those who aren’t visually impaired, if you’re on the internet, you’ve probably been exposed to enough other modern life images to know what this is.

The yellow background is bright but light in color, compared to the black, the red, and the green elements. (Btw, a torteaux is French for cake, bezant means the gold coin of the Byzantine Empire, and a pomme is French for green apple; it’s way shorter and more concise to say a torteaux, which is automatically defined as red & round, than a red circle, one word for the price of two.)

Here’s another one, a little more challenging to define:

Ignoring the 3D-esque shadowing and oulining, we have:

Argent within an orle sable, a fletchless arrow upright, shaft and pheon broken to dexter, sable, surtout an annulet barred bendwise gules.

...Who the what now??

Since it’s not on a diamond shape (lozenge), but instead on a square (a form of rectangle), we don’t have to mention the shape, this time. Coats-of-arms are always presumed to either go on a shield shape or a flag (rectangle or square) shape. It’s only when you get fancy (or female coats-of-arms, blah blah blah), that you have to mention it being on any other shape.

Argent (white background) within an orle sable (thin black border that doesn’t actually touch the edges, same as above), a fletchless (no feather bits) upright (arrow pointing up), Shaft and pheon (midpoint and arrowhead) broken dexter (to the viewer’s left, but the wearer’s right if they’re actually wearing this as a shield or a tabard; the fact that we include the pheon (arrowhead) in this indicates the arrowhead is off to the viewer’s left); surtout (another object lying on top of the last one(s) we just described) an annulet (fancy name for ring) barred (it’s got a stripe across it!) bendwise (hey, it’s a diagonal stripe, from dexter chief to sinister base (viewer’s top left to bottom right, but the wearer’s top right to bottom left), gules (ande hey, it’s red!!).

Basically it’s a No Left Turns Allowed sign. The red circle-with-diagonal-slash is a “Not Allowed” symbol, and the arrow points to the viewer’s left, indicating “Do Not Turn Left Here.”

Black on traffic signs is a strong color that shows up very well against yellow (the color used for cautionary rules, curvy road ahead, rocks falling, pedestrian crossing, etc) and white (absolute rules, such as Speed Limit/Maximum signs and Do Not Enter signs, etc.). Black is most often used for either text, or for arrows and other lines indicating the flow of traffic (merging lanes, etc).

It’s visually friendly to pair up a very strong color (black, red, brown, blue, green, rarely purple) with a pale one (white or yellow). People who have colorblindness issues or who need glasses to see can usually still tell the various bits apart with these high contrast choices.

But...the smaller the details, the less you want to clutter those details. So the basic rule in heraldic design is, make the image about 6 inches tall, pin it to a wall, and stand back 10, 15, or even 20 feet. Can you still tell what it is? Yes? Good design! If you cannot...rework it!

So...the reason why I got off on this tangent is that...well...I finally sold my house. Which means my mortgage is technically paid off.

So I could get stone lions for my driveway...except I no longer own the property. *sigh*

But I’m hoping to take the funds leftover from paying off the mortgage to buy land outright, and build a tiny house on it. Which hopefully would be paid off without needing a mortgage...or maybe only the tiniest of mortgages...which means I could get “stone lions” for my driveway, some day.

...Which don’t have to remain stone-colored.

See, that’s the thing: statues in medieval times weren’t always plain stone, ya know! (Certainly not in Roman & Grecian days, hoo boy did they love color!) They painted them, covered them in fabric and flowers, applied gold and silver leaf, copper sheathing, etc, etc, etc.

So I’m sitting here wondering what sort of “My House & Land Are All Paid Off” stuff I could get. Because I (technically) could...some day.

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arinrumi · 6 years ago

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mk so i saw that you do borusara requests hMMM ;) so i wanna see a fic where sumire tells sarada that she loves boruto, and sarada doesn’t tell her that she actually loves him. they both confess their love at different times, and boruto has to decide. but makes sumire actually feel great for those two... sorry if this is too much to ask for. i understand if you don’t get to this or feel like you’d not want to do it. (๑>◡<๑)

AN: Hello, dear/everyone! I really had a lot of fun writing this request and hope that it will meet your expectations. ;) And no, it wasn’t too much to ask. I like to have a good challenge. Hope you will enjoy reading just like I enjoyed writing this request!

Your Clumsy Author - Karinrumi ;)

Title: Sometimes Love is Crazy. [BoruSara, ft. Sumire, AU]

Status: Complete, Request.

Beta Reader: anakrlsn/Grammarly.

Wordcount: 2, 124.

MY MASTERLIST

Love can be crazy sometimes.

That was the conclusion Sarada arrived at while waiting for Sumire to show up. Sumire Kakei as class rep probably wanted to meet with her, since she was absent from school due to her nasty cold.

“Uwahahah, sorry I’m late!” Sumire said trying to catch her breath. Sarada just shrugged it off as something normal and decided to wait for her friend to talk about ‘something important’ she mentioned to her before.

“So, what did you want to tell me? You seem really nervous for some reason.” Sarada wanted just go straight to the point and watch her favourite drama series this afternoon.

“I love Boruto, not as a friend, but a guy I’m c-crushing on!” Sumire shouted and all the children having fun at the playground looked in her direction, probably startled by her sudden loud outburst.

Love can be crazy sometimes.

Sarada heart ached to know that one of her closest friends developed feelings for her childhood friend. The worst part of it was that she had a crush on this so-called childhood friend too.

The only way Sarada knew how to respond to Sumire was silence. Awkward silence to be precise.

“It’s Sarada and Sumire, ya know! I knew that I could see them standing in the middle of the playground, Shikadai. ” Boruto said pointing in their direction and Sarada response to Sumire words didn’t come out at all.

Spending the whole day with Shikadai, Boruto and Sumire afterwards made Sarada unable to say anything.

Love is crazy and the whole situation started to be too much complicated for Sarada’s liking. Being a teenager in love was complicated as well, especially when your friend loves the same guy you love.

Sarada sighed. She knew it was a selfish thing to do, but she planned to confess her feelings to Boruto. In that way, if he rejects her she will support Sumire love with everything she got to offer.

Monday:

11:00 AM, School Rooftop:

Boruto was taking a nap at the school rooftop without Shikadai today. It was a really relaxing feeling to be alone sometimes. Especially when you could feel a nice gentle breeze being here.

“So you were hiding here, Boruto?” He opened his eyes after hearing a familiar voice.

“Sarada,” Boruto said like it was the most normal thing in the world. After all, he spends with her half of his life and knew her better than what was in the pockets of his jacket.

“Taking a nap? You shouldn’t sleep during the school hours.” Sarada started to nag him, but it made Boruto just smile in response. He was used to her nagging.

“Yeah, yeah, I know. It’s rare to see you climbing up here, ya know?” Boruto looked in her direction and noticed she was wearing more fancy clothes today. It was visible since the uniforms weren’t mandatory in the school they attended.

“Hey, it’s not that rare to see me here. I’m dragging you out from here quite often.” Sarada responded, but averted her gaze from him.

“What’s up, Sarada? Spill it out.” He confronted her seeing that something was strange in her behaviour. Sarada wasn’t usually wearing a fancy pink dress and putting the white flowers in her black hair. Did she have a date with someone? Boruto felt a pang of jealousy in his heart.

“I… You see…” Sarada couldn’t gather her thoughts to say something to Boruto properly. Boruto’s blue eyes were distracting her from making a smooth love confession, which she planned out yesterday. Truth to be told it was unfair of for her to do it knowing Sumire loved Boruto too.

Sometimes love is crazy.

“Spill it out now, ya know? School break will finish soon.” Boruto told her to hurry up with whatever Sarada wanted to tell him.

“I love you,” Sarada whispered and felt like she lost the ability to breathe. Boruto widened his blue eyes in the disbelief.

Sarada was joking, right? It was probably a dare given to her by Mitsuki or something like that. If it was a dare from Mitsuki, Boruto planned to punch him in the face for it.

“Are you joking? Or is it a dare from Mitsuki, Sarada?” Boruto asked her seriously.

“No, I’m not joking or doing a dare from Mitsuki! I love you and I mean it, you moron!” Sarada shouted and on her cheeks appeared a cute blush.

“You love me?” It was all he could say in his dumbfounded state.

“I-I do, but you don’t need to answer me now! S-see you later!” After those words, Sarada rushed out to the door and disappeared before Boruto had the chance to give her his answer.

Sarada Uchiha confessed that she loved him. Boruto felt shocked about this discovery since he didn’t exactly think Sarada would confess her love to a guy first. But she did and the guy she confessed to was him.

Monday:

17:00 PM, Amusement park:

He looked for Sarada all day after he heard her confession. Boruto got the tickets to an amusement park from Shikadai and wanted to respond to Sarada’s confession there.

“What are you doing? Your expression is so gloomy, B-o-r-u-t-o!” Sumire appeared behind him like a real ninja. That part of her was scary as hell, she was a good actress too from what he knew.

“I was looking for Sarada, ya know. I need to do something with the additional ticket I have to an amusement park.” Boruto tried to hide a reason why he really searched for Sarada.

“If you can’t find her and need someone to go with you I’m up for it!” Sumire sang those words cheerfully. Boruto couldn’t refuse her after she used on him a puppy-dog-eyes, he would feel bad for not taking Sumire to the amusement park with him.

That’s how Boruto ended up alone with Sumire in the amusement park. Initially, he planned to invite Sarada, but he couldn’t find her anywhere after her confession.

To get his mind off from things Boruto followed Sumire on the rides she picked while admiring her purple dress that maybe wasn’t fancy, but nicely contrasted with her porcelain skin.

Love confessions are awkward, but this situation was awkward as well.

“Boruto, can we go on the Ferris Wheel?” Sumire asked and Boruto nodded in response, still lost in his thoughts. They both showed their tickets and enjoyed the views of the city sitting in the Ferris wheel.

Being alone with Sumire was awkward for the blond, especially after Sarada’s love confession a while ago. Boruto had a bad feeling about staying with Sumire alone and it turned out he was right

“Boruto, I love you,” Sumire confessed to him and her pretty purple eyes were shining. This time Boruto decided not to mess it up and ask if it was a joke that Sumire is pulling on him.

“You do?” Boruto gulped asking this question again during this day. Why was he so suddenly involved in a messy love triangle?!

“I do, but don’t worry I’m willing to give you time for a response! The ride ended, so see you around tomorrow!” Sumire waved to him and walked away, while Boruto hold in the urge to scream in how his love life turned out to be so complicated.

“Why the hell both Sarada and Sumire walked away before I responded to their respective confessions?!” Boruto shouted throughout entire amusement park feeling frustration dawning upon him.

He just hoped that a third girl doesn’t confess his love for him today. Otherwise, he will go crazy.

But matters of love are crazy.

Thursday:

15:00 PM, After School:

“I confessed to Boruto.” Sarada and Sumire both said in unison.

“EHHH?!” Sumire hearing that couldn’t contain her surprise. Sarada looked away.

“I’m sorry, Sumire. I didn’t have a chance to tell you, but I love Boruto as well.” Sarada felt really bad about the whole situation.

“I knew from the start you did, you know?” Sumire answered.

“You did?!” Sarada couldn’t help but ask. Was it that obvious she loved Boruto?! If it was why Sumire told her she loved him too? And if it was that clear, so why did Boruto think her confession was a joke?

“Yup, but I never got any chance to confirm your feelings for Boruto and I felt bad about it after my love confession. The only thing I didn’t expect was that you would confess to him as well.” Sumire explained with a smile on her face.

“Did you get an answer from him?” Sarada bit her lips feelings nervous about initiating this subject.

“No. I assume you didn’t get the answer as well?” Sumire asked and Sarada shook her head in the disappointment.

“Should we chase Boruto in order for him to give us the answer?” Sarada proposed while the other girl gave her a small nod.

They both started to search for Boruto to clear up the whole messy situation once and for all.

Boruto panicked seeing both Sumire and Sarada searching for him. He would be killed by them! They plan to take an act of revenge on him for not responding to their respective love confessions.

Boruto Uzumaki was officially doomed. From now on he would die and turn into a ghost. It was over! He would be a victim of a messy love triangle. They found him.

Okay, maybe he was a little melodramatic. Sarada wouldn’t kill him and Sumire was one of the nicest girls he had a chance to meet.

“Here you are, Boruto!” Sarada sighed and Sumire warmly smiled.

“Yo!” Boruto muttered still being in a state of panic.

“I talked with Sarada and it turned out you didn’t answer either her or me. It’s simple really. If you love one of us… You should give the answer here.” Sumire expressed her determination. In other words, it was a roundabout way to tell him he must choose between them. Boruto felt real discomfort knowing this fact. He didn’t want to hurt their feelings since they were both his close friends.

“S-SSS,” Boruto couldn’t choose between them at all! Maybe it was the reason why he could say just the first letter of their names.

“We can’t know, which one of us do you refer to if the only thing you say is the letter ’S’!” Sarada started to be impatient, however, Boruto only wanted to get away from both her and Sumire at this moment.

Why they ganged up together instead of having a catfight over him between each other?! Life would be much easier if that would be the case.

“But if I choose the one the other will end up hurt, right?!” Boruto couldn’t help, but say these words in his panic.

“Uwawawah! Don’t worry we don’t stop being friends just because you reject the other one. If that would happen my friendship with Sarada isn’t the real friendship.” Sumire tried to calm him down and encourage Bortuo to give them the answer.

It didn’t help him to calm down at all. They were crazy in expecting him to give them an answer right off the bat.

“Boruto if you don’t love either Sumire or me you should just tell us. We don’t be angry at you. After all, we can’t choose how you feel.” Sarada looked down on the floor feeling guilty.

However, Boruto knew how he would answer from the start. Ha, he knew how to answer after Sarada confessed her love to him. The choice was obvious, but he was afraid of hurting Sumire’s feelings.

He took a few breaths in and out to calm down.

“I’m so sorry, Sumire! You’re an amazing girl, but I always loved Sarada, ya know?”

Sarada was shocked hearing his words, unlike Sumire that probably predicted how he would answer.

Sumire directed to him just a sad smile when Sarada started crying from overwhelming her happiness.

“I feel so happy!” Sarada said through her tears.

“Congratulations, Boruto! You rejected me, but I can always snatch Sarada from you when you aren’t looking.” Sumire words scared Boruto who hugged Sarada in an overprotective manner.

“That won’t happen, Sumire! Stay away from my new girlfriend, kay.” Boruto stated heavily blushing. Sumire laughed at him saying to Sarada she got a really cute boyfriend.

“By the way, Boruto. Should we introduce Mitsuki to Sumire?” Sarada asked feeling happy from the bottom of her heart.

“Yeah, we totally should! I think they would get along with each other really well.” Boruto winked to Sumire in a mysterious way, while Sumire remained confused about the person they mentioned.

Love can be sometimes crazy, but a crazy love isn’t that bad from time to time.

#BoruSara #BoruSumi #OneShot #request #Love triangle #Modern Au

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unnamedcrane · 6 years ago

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Am I still myself, anymore? (ch.1!)

Am I still myself, anymore?

Instead of being 12 and writing my first fanfic, I'm nearing my senior year and writing my first fanfic so pray for me guys.

Anyway original idea belongs to CRUSIFIXdroid on wattpad and this fanfic is my "spin" on her story "It all started by one single tear" (https://my.w.tt/YGeqGzeENY) which you should absolutely check out! But keep in mind that it has major spoilers for danganronpa v3.

Oh and just like original this is also x Rantaro x mastermind Kokichi fic and has lots of spoilers.

Hope you enjoy my mediocre writing and if you have any questions or advice I would be more than happy to hear it!

(also don’t be surprised if I change the title sometime in the future)

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Chapter 1 "New Danganronpa"

I woke up confused in dark,confined space.

“where the hell am I?”

Was my immediate thought. After stumbling around a little, I fell out of what appeared to be school locker.

“Ow what the actual fuck?!” I was starting to get annoyed by everything that was going on. Ignoring that feeling I tried to keep my cool by dusting off my school uniform and patting my brown hair down.

As soon as I started to think about how could I even get here, locker right next to the one I was in a second ago began to shake violently and suddenly this prick Rantaro Amami fell out.

“oh hey Nanako-chan, glad to see you he-” Before he could finish I cut him off and glared.

“Okay cut the bullshit Amami I really don’t want to deal with your crap right now, If you would kindly shut the fuck up and just find a way out of this shithole that’d be sweet.” I send him the fakest smile I could muster in the moment

Just when I was about to leave the classroom we were in, he walked up and towered over me.

“or what?”

he pierced me with his light green eyes. I scoffed and pushed him aside.

“oh please… we’ve been over this before fuck boy, but I guess you never learn huh? Whatever I’m done talking to you anyway, asshole.”

I turned around and glanced at him while leaving the classroom “I hopefully won’t have to see your pathetic ass ever again.”

Rantaro was always such a fucking bother. After winning Danganronpa he just started to think that he owns everyone, seriously how pathetic can you be? He and everyone else in that little group of his just think that they’re the hottest shit, and it’s sad honestly.

After leaving classroom A, I started to walk down the corridor in the direction of something that looked like a big cage. Unfortunately I didn't see any way to get inside. I went further down into another hall. I then saw some kind of eating area and passageway with two doors.

I also noticed my “best friend” - Kokichi Ouma.

” Oh Kokichi! Fancy seeing you here.”

He turned around seemingly scared “N-Nanako?” he stuttered in quiet voice.

“How nice that you didn’t forget your “best friend” weeb. And here I thought that you were completely hopeless. Anyway, I don’t care what you and that fuckboy Amami are doing here but do you know where the exit is, twerp?” I said in a condescending tone

Kokichi is...was my best friend some time ago,but it doesn’t matter to me anymore. Everything has changed after “That” and no one will stop me in achieving my goal, especially not him. He left me then so it’s only right for me to leave him too.

I tapped my foot impatiently while glaring at him.

“Well? I don’t have all the time in the world weeb”.

He snapped his big violet eyes back to mine “U-um I really don’t know anything either… I’m extremely sorry Nanako, but why Rantaro is here?” he said meekly.

Good. He should be sorry.

“You’re very lucky that I’m busy right now. And maybe you should ask Mr. Fuckboy yourself huh? You’re both the bestest of friends aren’t you?”

That was sarcasm of course. Rantaro always was the one to bully kids in our grade even before me.

“I-I’m sorry that I asked I shouldn’t have… b-but! I saw other people from our old school heading towards the gym…”

“How nice of you to finally say something useful twerp, but later I’ll make sure to remind you why you should just stay in your place.”

I came up to him the same way Amami did to me earlier. He shivered and tried to hide behind his hair

“Hopefully I won’t have to see you again today you pitiful twat”. I smirked.

I let him go and continued to walk down the corridor. I usually don’t think about our encounters like this one, but there was something odd about him today. He seemed more jittery and less scared than normal which was unusual especially for him. By the time I started to speculate what could be the reason for that, I reached the gym.

I opened big doors to reveal all my classmates from middle and primary schools. Most of them looked scared or perplexed by the situation.

“Okay is this some fucked up reunion, because really I could spend my time way better than meeting ...well all of you weebs, full offense”.

Some of them were shocked by my outburst, but there were a few that were just angry. I didn’t really care about them, I just needed to get out of here.

“Who are you calling a weeb you...weeb!” Kaito Momota yelled. He never was the smartest kid in our class but seriously even he could come up with something better.

“Oh damn Momota you’re a real brainiac aren’t you?” Before he could speak up again I continued “Well anyway is there anyone actually intelligent here or is it only you morons?”

Abruptly the door opened behind me and Rantaro came in with Kokichi just behind him. He was even more jittery now. Does he know why we are here?

“Fourteen...hmm… do any of you saw anyone else?” he asked.

”W-why..?” Kokichi asked with hint of excitement to his voice.

“Well only two more “students” and there is going to be sixteen of us and that can mean only one thing.”

It suddenly clicked.

Does that mean that I was chosen? “You mean that we got into Danganronpa, don’t you fucker?”

Everyone were either bewildered or excited. “That’s right princess.” He winked at me.

That.

Creep.

While everyone was trying to wrap their heads around it and some of them even started talking about what ultimate they’re hoping to have, our two missing students showed up.

Shuichi Saihara more sweaty than usual and our bitch queen Kaede Akamatsu.

Suddenly everything went black and we heard unmistakable high pitched voice of black and white bear “Testing..testing...Hello,howdy it’s your favorite plush bear host Monokuma!”

I smiled to myself.

Well let this killing game officially begin.

#danganronpa #fanfic #fanfiction #danganronpa fanfiction #danganronpa fic #kokichi ouma #rantaro amami #pregame #danganronpa oc #am i still myself anymore?

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hey so I am v much Not a writer but I got this plot bunny and I shall donate it to u in case it tickles ur fancies, so if ur in the mood for some Sad Nureyev: Ramses O'Flaherty being informed (by Strong?) of Juno's assumed post Martian desert death while at a post election fancy party, then being distracted by a clatter nearby, as a tall, extremely beautiful, and only sliiightly suspicious waiter drops his tray in shock... Nureyev's subsequent actions/reactions up to you :p

I’ve already mentioned to you how much I love the idea of this prompt. Ramses and Peter are two incredibly dangerous people who I would just love to put in the same room together.

Mayor Ramses O’Flaherty hasn’t gotten this far by getting caught off guard.

He knows the name of the woman who marches past security with all the inevitable gravity and force of a star going supernova. He knows her name, her living situation, and the promise that Steel made her on his behalf. And so he knows that trying to stop her would accomplish nothing except to draw out the inevitable.

“Tell security to let her through,” he says to his personal assistant. “And wire a hundred and fifty thousand credits into her account. She’s an employee, and I intend to see her paid.”

He signals for his water to be refilled and continues his dinner. It’s one of the few indulgences he allows himself, but even this would seem paltry compared to his predecessors– fish and steamed vegetables, dark bread and butter. He will do many things, but he won’t feast on taxpayer credits.

His personal assistant sends feeds from the security cameras to track the woman’s progress. The mayoral mansion is enormous, but she makes good time; he only manages to catch a few glimpses of her in any detail before she moves out of focus.

Her hand is expertly bandaged, but the dressing is old and dirty, all but entirely bled through. She looks like she hasn’t bathed in a week, though there’s a sheen of gloss uneven on her lips. She didn’t come here directly, it seems– no, first she made a stop elsewhere, to reassure someone who kissed her thoroughly when they saw her. Her fiancee, if Ramses had to guess.

A well-meaning member of the staff steps into her path.

“Ma’am, do you have an appointment? I’m afraid the mayor is very busy at the moment, but if you could just–”

“I don’t give a shit how busy he is,” she snarls. “There are lives on his hands, and he’s not walking away from this. Pilot Pereyra is dead because of him. Juno Steel is dead–”

She’s still shouting, but Ramses’ attention is diverted by the crack of broken glass.

One of the waiters stands frozen, his eyes wide, his mouth hanging half open. For a moment, he doesn’t even seem to notice the shattered pitcher at his feet or the cold water soaking into his shoes. Then the moment passes, and he scrambles to clean it up.

“My apologies,” he says quickly. “My grip must have slipped. I’ll just fetch a dustpan–”

He isn’t even at the door before Ramses signals his personal assistant. “Zaynab, make sure that young man is alright.” He gives Zaynab a meaningful glance, and she understands it intrinsically: don’t let him leave.

The waiter will be dealt with later. For now, he must see to Alessandra Strong.

The moment Strong is sent on her way, Ramses has Zaynab’s report in his hands. Once again, he isn’t surprised: on closer examination, the waiter who dropped the pitcher isn’t the same one who was vetted by the security team. He’s tried to sneak away twice since he was detained, but security has been watching him like a Mercurian falcon. He hasn’t had a chance to properly escape by the time Ramses returns to his office.

The stranger looks up when Ramses arrives– frightened and chagrined, not like a thief who’s been caught in the act, but like a busboy about to be disciplined for a job poorly done. “Mayor O’Flaherty, sir. You wanted to see me, sir?”

He’s even trembling. That’s a nice touch.

“I did.” Ramses strides across the office and sits in his chair. “It was Mister Ivy, wasn’t it? Richard?”

“Yes, sir.” The words tumble out of his mouth. “I’m so sorry about the pitcher, sir. I promise I didn’t mean to break it, sir. I’ll take it out of my pay, I swear, just please, I need this job–”

Ramses raises a hand in reassurance. “I’m not angry with you, Richard. I only wanted to make sure you were alright. You looked shaken.”

“I appreciate your worrying about me, but it’s nothing, really,” the man says too quickly. That’s his strategy of choice, it seems– talk fast enough to sweep away his mark with the flow of the conversation. The only way to control the course is to stop him from talking. “Loud noises have always had that effect on me, and–”

“I’m sure they do,” Ramses says. “But that isn’t the reason why you dropped it, is it?”

“My mother always did say I had butterfingers.”

Ramses continues over him. “You know Juno Steel, don’t you?”

For a fraction of a second, Richard Ivy looks like he’s stepped barefoot on broken glass, and then his face rights itself into a look of sincere confusion. “Who?”

Ramses can’t help the smile that quirks his lips. “You’re a good actor, I’ll give you that. Not half bad looking, either. You’re wasted in a waiter’s uniform; have you ever considered the silver screen?”

The change of direction is abrupt, but it’s not enough to make him break character. Richard Ivy ducks his head, a flustered blush coloring his cheeks, every inch the ingenue who was just handed his big break on a silver platter. “Oh, I’m not– I couldn’t–”

Ramses jumps tracks again. “So tell me, how do you know Juno Steel?”

“I– I–” Ivy lowers his eyes and he bows his head in a pantomime of surrender. “I don’t know him. Not well. Last year there was a murder where I worked; I helped him solve the case.” He lets the words linger in the air, carrying the suggestion of other ways he might have helped the detective. “Last I heard, he was working for you. And I thought, if I got a job here, maybe I could see him again.”

Ramses rises from his desk, walking toward the younger man with all the gravity of grief and age.

Richard Ivy looks up at him from under a heavy brow. “Is he… really gone?”

Ramses wasn’t exaggerating about the man’s skill as an actor. The cast of his eyes, the tremor in his voice, the slump of his shoulders– every detail is perfect. Ramses knows it’s a lie, but it’s so expertly spun that he wants to believe it. He’s good.

It makes it that much easier for Ramses to slip into his own part. He lays a comforting hand on the other man’s shoulder. “Juno’s a stubborn one. If there’s a way to survive, he’ll find it, just for spite.”

“But that woman said he– she said–” His voice catches perfectly.

“Miss Strong has every reason to be upset with me,” Ramses sighs. “The last time she saw Juno, he was alone in the desert. There aren’t many people who could come out of that alive. But Juno…” He lets the sentence hang in the air, inviting the other man to make the next move.

And he does, all bright and sparkling with teary-eyed hope. “So there’s still a chance? You’re going to go looking for him?”

That’s not what he wants; he’s fishing for more information. Ramses takes a chance and offers him another nibble. “As much as I want to, I’m afraid it isn’t that simple. Based on where he was last seen alive, his best chance is to head to the Cerberus Province. If he’s alive, that’s where I’ll find him. But you have to understand the position that puts me in. If I send a car to look for him, it’ll be stripped down to the screws and sold for scrap before it’s in sight of that lighthouse. If they find out the mayor of Hyperion City wants Juno back, he’s just as likely to be taken hostage and ransomed back, possibly in pieces. As much as I want to rescue him, I would only be putting him in more danger. My hands are tied.”

There’s a calculating gleam in the man’s eye. He’s already got what he needs, and that’s got him confident. He’s willing to push his luck. “What if… what if it wasn’t you?”

“Exactly what are you saying?” Ramses asks, because these things only work if the mark thinks it’s his idea.

“I could go,” he says, his voice growing more certain with every syllable. “There would be no point of ransoming him off to me. I’m nobody.”

That much, at least, is true. Zaynab’s preliminary background check has found half a dozen identities tied to this man, all of them less than a decade old. He would have an easier time than most navigating the back alleys of the Cerberus Province.

“Do you understand what you’re saying?” Ramses asks unnecessarily. “That would be incredibly dangerous.”

“I could do it.” His voice is cracked with stifled fear, but it’s heavy with determination. “For Juno, I could do it.”

This Richard Ivy, or Perseus Shah, or Duke Rose, or whoever he is– he’s probably fairly proud of himself right now, thinking that he’s broken in here and convinced Ramses to give him all the information he needs to get what he wants. And while he goes off playing hero for his leading lady, Ramses will get his bodyguard back– all without any paper trail, any expenses, any official orders, anything whatsoever to tie him to the staining corruption of the Cerberus province.

It’s like that ancient Earth proverb: diplomacy is the art of letting everyone have your way.

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December 11, 2020: 4:24 pm:

https://www.google.com/search?q=all+fours+push+over&tbm=isch&ved=2ahUKEwi82JS7lsftAhXEgZ4KHTSjBBsQ2-cCegQIABAA&oq=all+fours+push+over&gs_lcp=CgNpbWcQAzIECCMQJ1CKKliZMWDDNGgAcAB4AIABf4gBsAWSAQMwLjaYAQCgAQGqAQtnd3Mtd2l6LWltZ8ABAQ&sclient=img&ei=Qw3UX_yqJsSD-gS0xpLYAQ&bih=671&biw=1472&client=firefox-b-1-d

The “All Fours Push-Over Prank” brought to you by Salvation Army at Bell Ring Store Front near you.

Same photo angle, different photos.

That’s Stevie Bell Terror cell at 445 Jackpine getting ready to do an attack at my house. They need to do all kinds of drama in advance to make the scenario work in their favor. The way it is now, and has been, in some pf the lies that are told, Stevie Bell is said to be my son, and that we don‘t get along very well, and he lives across the street right there. That lie has been perpetuated for about eight years, I have no control over it, the county courts are in charge of that lie, and use that as a way to lure US Federal Officers, so that the local authority terror cells can kill the federal officers. That is done so that national Sheriff Association can make recommendation for replacement terror associated officers later on, after the wake is over at the federal building.

What you see there is a 24 foot U-Haul Moving Truck in the driveway, and the Lindsey Bell black nissan w/shiny trim is there that I explain about sometimes, and that other black truck is a USPS Goonz Squad terror operative, maybe from Portland Oregon, is associated with United States Postal Service terror cell called “The Stork”.

They have done the exact same scenario countless times, enough that I know it’s bullshit, and the black truck is a USPS assassin who is here to kill me, and cart away my belongings in the U-Haul, while Stevie Bell plays the innocent grieving son who wishes he had spent more time with his dad, who died of COVID, because that black truck from USPS Goonze Squad, is COVID, an assassin.

That link to the Google search is a distant relative of what is happening at Bell’s across the street. A terror attack at the Walmart, also happening now.

I just returned from shopping in Socio-Terrific Dystopia, Grants Pass. where conditions are 100% terror controlled for slaughter, is ongoing, Dystopian terror in a place that looks almost perfect.

I don‘t understand who the victims are though. All of the citizens were already killed and replaced long ago, so, unless there are some out of town groups of people who were drawn here to Josephine County, then, there is no one left to do the attack on.

They are not going to attack their own families who visit for holidays, unless the German side, and the British sides are clashing. That, is a possibility.

The “All Fours Push Over Prank” is a basis for some of the attack.

Example: A small child wants to prank a bigger sibling, gets down on the floor behind that person, and either that person falls over backwards on their own tripping, or, is pushed, and falls over backwards while tripping over the small child who is on all fours on the ground, ready to prank.

The Salvation Army is at the Walmart. Dressed in official looking uniform, looks very “US navy Officers Uniform”. They have their bucket, bell, some signs, a friendly and hearty “Hellooo! and Merry Christmas!” as you enter and exit the Walmart.

The whole fucking world is on lock down, Corona Virus everywhere. We are told that so many people around the world are dropping dead that no one is allowed to go anywhere, do anything, can’t go to work unless your job is listed as one that is absolutely necessary.... but these assholes can come and do their British Charade while dressed in US navy Chinese Knock-Off Officer Uniforms.

It’s a Pirate Tug Boat.

They Tug at your heart strings because all you can think about is Ebenezer Scrooge and how Tiny Tim was treated on a MOVIE!

I am certain that there are some crutches nearby the front of the Walmart somewhere, if not crutches, then some other thing that looks like crutches is nearby, and is in the backs of trucks in the parking, planted for your Tiny Tim thoughts at the Walmart Christmas Adventure.

It was “Nightmare Before Elm Street” at the Walmart today.

The Elmer’s Restaurant across the street, desolate, no body there, only two cars in the parking, one was a SUV says “ELMERS” in big graphics on the side. The other car was a Red SUV. “Blood Sports” at the Walmart, noted at the Elmer’s, which is about like a fancy Denny’s.

The “All Fours Push Over” was advertised as it is every year out front of the Walmart with some signage. The sign is a big green board that was put there by Salvation Army at the front entrance, it is partially blocking the store entrance, and that fact is part of the message. There is a yellow box that is about the size of a three year old child on their hands and knees, it’s just a box, is yellow, is supporting that other green sign... push the green sign a little, and it falls over the yellow box. It’s “Green Jello terror cell, the SDA Salvation Army Chapter, at the Walmart. They also will incorporate that the fall that happens will lead to at least one lawsuit at the Walmart, for the “Insult to Injury” part of the terror. The local court gets involved, a SDA SAG Lawyer is involved. someone falls, and sues, Walmart settles out of court, some money changes hands, and if there were witnesses to any of the terrorism murders that will be going on, those reports will be discounted by the local authorities as just someone who must have seen that person who sued the Walmart when they fell down that day.

“Yes, someone was injured at the Walmart, I think Walmart chose to settle though, you have to check with the courts about that, but, there were no murders, Jesus Christ no... Heavens no, nothing like that happened, just a slip and fall is all that happened, that must be what that person saw.” Says the local Josephine County Sheriff when the federal officers come looking around.

Other than Salvation Army Bell Ring at the Front:

I forgot to bring my normal things that I bring to the store. I have been bringing my own reusable bags to the store since the government mandate that says we can‘t use single use plastic. I forgot those today. So, a lot of people were looking at my shopping cart saying all kinds of things about bags,... all kinds of bags and things to say about them to other people on secret communications as they pass by me in the store.

By the way, that thing with the single use bags law, happened here around last October of 2019, was a “Heads up, we are about to begin the COVID Phase” terror comm. The Single Use Plastic Law is no longer a thing, there are bags everywhere again, same as before that mandate.

I was going to purchase a camera today. So, I looked at the six different ones that are available at the Walmart display. Gone are the days of dozens of camera choices, there are only about six different ones in a small glass case that you can look at, through the glass, can‘t touch those, no way. There is a Canon Sterling Model. Small, 720 mpxl, 2.7 inch display, 8x zoom, heavy duty aluminum construction, has no WIFI inside, is good, looks like it could be used for taking some pictures, $129... I want one. Ok.. I go get the friendly Canadian terror Walmart Electronics Sales Associate for that.

“Help me please to get a camera from the display?”

“Yes, I can help with that”

We go there, he opens the pad lock on the very small 36″ x 24“ size cabinet that contains all of the cameras available at the Walmart, there are about maybe two dozen boxed cameras in there, and one of the boxes is empty for each of the ones in the display, so, there are very few cameras in there, at two weeks before Christmas time, and the size of that storage for them is tooooo smaaalll .... something is not right, Tiny Tim.

“Darn, I’m sorry, we don‘t have that Canon Sterling model you were looking at, but there is one of these other ones, that blue one, is also a Canon model... do you want to have a look at that one?” Says Canadian Walmart terror representative.

“no” I said.

“That one has Blue-tooth built in, I don’t want the Blue-tooth in the camera” I said some more.

I thanked him and left, remembering the exact same thing happened about this time last year. You can only get the Blue-Toothe model camera, so that they can spy on you. That is what Blue-Toothe is for, it’s always on. even when it says it’s turned off.

In case there is someone doing the math, it goes like this:

The one you want has 2.7″ inch screen, the one with the Blue-Toothe, has 3″ screen, comes with Blue-Toothe. So, 2.7 + 0.3 = 3 inches, so, that one is the Trinity one. Has 10x zoom, 1080 mpxl resolution. The associate knows what to do by the way the product is made with featured screen size, for SAG rules. He is going to point all of the victims to the Blue-Toothe camera, and say the other one is not available, there is no way to know when it will be available, and the display model is not for sale.

Maybe I’ll say some more later, I also went to AM/PM, so, there is a little to say about that.

5:48 pm (the bastards are still turning off my number pad on my keyboard every five minutes, I have to switch the num-lock button every time I want to type a numeral.)

6:25:

More to add is that yesterday and today there are a lot of people wearing the n-95 style hospital masks. Those will get you killed. Unless the terror soldiers are specifically instructed to use those, they are used to mark victims. You need cloth, home made masks. Also, the n-95 model has micron-filter that allows more nitrous molecule, and less fresh air to breathe, it’s double whammy killing COVID mask that way.

I am seeing some people wear these useless clear plastic mouth guard looking thing too. I have no idea how that is supposed to help for COVID protection.

Yesterday at the Walgreen’s, a young man was at the pharmacy boat dock, dropped his prescription paper for philling, the representatives were talking very loud:

“Have you filled here before?” they asked the young man.

“no, I haven’t” he said.

“What kind of insurance do you have?” the boat dock said.

“I don‘t have any..... it’s out of pocket” he replied.

He turns around to walk away after explaining that he is going to wait rather than come back later to pick up his prescription.

“Wow... everyone is wearing masks” he said to someone on a secret communication device.

I was thinking maybe this young man had come from some wonderful faraway place where there is no such thing as Twitter, a place without masks.

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Other stuff at Walmart today is that the parking was danger city. The place is jam packed, terror soldiers are going out of their way to make you crash in there. They see you are pulling in, or out of a parking space, and them they go right behind your car, and stop there. It was rainy and foggy today too, perfect for low visibility terror at the Walmart. Big giant size four wheel drive truck has to come park right next to me just as I put the car in reverse, now I can only see in one direction, the way the Big Invisible Fog Horn in the Sky wants me to go, towards more dangerous conditions at the Walmart parking. They have it arranged that the parking is all full, but there are a few select parking spaces open, where the conditions surrounding those are highly controlled with other terror vehicles that are all prepared to interfere with someone who chooses to park in the available parking spaces. All of them are rigged, all of them are manned with crews of people who orchestrate conditions that favor the terror army, and are in conflict with safety of those who park there. no matter what happens, they have it rigged so it’s your fault if a collision happens, and there is no shortage of very distractible things that you have to see, pedestrians. dogs. bicycles, rogue runnaway shopping carts...it’s all there while others are targeting you. They put those there to make you crash.

At the AM/PM, same parking hazards are there as are at Walmart. There is a portable carnival food trailer there, at the AM/PM parking lot serving food. The AM/PM serves the same food inside the store as the circus trailer in the parking. So, why does AM/PM allow a competition to be parked there selling food in the parking lot? Because that place inside the trailer has a good viewing angle of the whole AM/PM gas station, and can see both entrances from there and all of the gas pumps, can shoot from there if necessary, a cross-bow, or a gun. Can direct traffic to come and go, to block someone, cause Cluster-Fuck if they need that, and can see all the way down Grants Pass Pkwy in both directions, the Carl’s Jr, Taco Bell, some of Winco Foods parking, and down Terry Lane from that circus food trailer. The thing is a green trailer about 16 feet, says “Mediterranean Food” on it, has a COVID Testing Easy-Up Canopy attached to the side.

Inside the store, I suppose the strangest thing, and something I don’t recall having seen before, was there was a man standing by the ATM in there, he had a small portable wireless receipt printer, and was printing receipts there near the ATM inside the store, as the big giant size man behind the counter was talking with him. It looked a bit less than legit to me, knowing about that all of the banks are hijacked, and purchases and inventory records are all faked in Oregon.

7:12 pm.

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8:23 pm:

Other thing at Walmart today was Fake Security Officer w/Two Concerned Citizens doing what they call “The Unclean“ activity.

“Unclean“ is when three people, very clean-cut, proper, upstanding looking people are walking around and through someplace, they are all looking around, each one is looking a different way, when one of them turns to look a different way, so do the other two, so that all three, are always looking around in three different directions, constantly moving, turning, looking for something while also being super innocent and “holier than thou” sort of vibe going on. That happened as I entered the Walmart, one of them was “Security” with full vest, black official looking uniform, stuff clipped onto his belt. I don‘t recall a gun, or absence of one.

The thing about the Fake Security, is that he was the ‘Fake, fake security”, so, there is the usual fake security that drives around in the parking w/flashing yellow lights, but that guy was not there, his usual fake security car was there, but this other unusual fake security was there instead of regular fake security.

I don’t have other information about that. It’s fake, everything is fake, and when the fakeness is found out, they bring other, new, different fake falseness, to put in place of the usual fakery that was found. The real fake usual security was probably across the street at the Starbucks having some coffee & donuts while the temporary extra special fake terror actor from SAG fooled other federal investigative people on patrol.

There may have been the guillotine there today, at the front door. All of the usual guillotine sort of distractions were in place near the front of the Walmart.

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10:14 pm:

Lately, the overwhelming notion that the terror army are pirates, has enlightened me in ways that I find helpful, and I want to help others see the things I am seeing if those things become present, so, “Pirates”, Boats, Barges, Dingy’s, Sloopes, Slips, Catamaran, Sails, Wind, Piers, Ports, Docks, Beaches, Palm Trees, Treasure and Maps to find it, is something that really can be seen if the terror army is around in your town.

All things shipping, complete with oil tankers, can be seen, in order to see the terror army as they are communicating with Pirate Themes in LARGE WAYS. When you are out and about, see if you can find a boats, it could be truck, but when you look at it with a Cracker Jack Secret Decoder Ring attitude, it’s a boat, has a yard arm, has some Trump Supporter Flags for Sails, has some special bumpers so it can get close to the dock, could be some stickers, artwork, printed words that make it more shiplike in some way.

If you don‘t see what I am saying here, that’s good news. Just make sure you have an eye from the crows nest from time to time, just in case the Pirate Circus comes to your town.

The most important part is that there is a strange presence of a Fog Horn like quality to the atmosphere in the town, it’s not a sound that you can hear, it’s more like a lot of people who make conditions which force you to go on your way in the direction that they want you to go, like a fog horn does to keep the captains from crashing onto the rocks, except these people use a reverse fog horn that guides the people into danger.

Traffic conditions, with people who pull out in front of you at the store parking aisles, makes you choose a different aisle, then they guide you with shopping carts and pedestrians, other drivers jockeying around in the way, is like the Fog Horn that guides you, into the specific parking place where they want you to be, for easy victim placement. There are some empty places to park, but you would have to get out to move those shopping carts that they put in them if you want to park there, and, that also is bait, they are waiting for victims to get out to move the shopping carts that block you from parking there.

This is too difficult to be specific. You just have to be willing to see it on your own, conditions can change, the Pirates adapt, they are lead by Screen Actor Guild, and those guys wrote the Movie Screenplay already, for all of the Pirate movies, so, they just switch from Master & Commander, to Hunt For Red October, on the fly.

All of that can then change to Airplane, to make you feel foolish while looking for Pirates at the Airport. Right now it’s all about Pirates where I live, they are easier to spot than when the Jurassic Park themes are in play.

Jumangi terror. Gumby terror, he can walk into any book with his pony pal Poky.

10:46 pm.

10:51 pm:

There some themes that don’t ever change. There is always a “Save the Princess” sort of idea that is a basis to support terrorism murders on. Maybe is one person princess, maybe is Grenfeild Tower where the whole building full of people is the princess.

There is always a treasure, some money, some riches as bait. The terror is not really interested too much in stealing money, they have that already, but those ideas about money and riches, treasure, other wealth, is used as bait. A purse on the front seat of an unlocked car, or a lot of gold jewelry on a pretty woman, all is bait. A Harley Davidson with keys dangling is a favorite around here, is bait.

You don‘t have to want to steal that stuff, all you have to do is be near it. The terror army does the rest, they have fake police for that, to make fake police report at the real police station about why someone was killed as they tried to steal that motorcycle, rob that jewelry from that woman, or take that purse from the unlocked car at the Walmart parking. All you wanted is some milk and some eggs for breakfast tomorrow.

They use themes though, good cop/bad cop is always there same as the princess and the lure of riches and easy money. There are many themes, there is always a hot chick, a stud, a dog & pony in some way, and there is always someone to feel sorry for while they are scouting you with the “I need some gas & food money” sign w/baby and wheelchair nearby.

It all repeats over and over again, large size princess is a whole busload of people is the bait and need help, small size of the same bait is a child who is being told they can’t have what they want, parent yells at the child. Both are Save the Princess, designed to make you react in some way, a way they already practiced for to mark you.

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11:30 pm:

For instance, a set-up that is standard procedure at the AM/PM today, happens about half the time I go in there:

It’s simple, as I am there, the only US Citizen anywhere around for 500 miles or more in all directions, everyone else is a Canadian terror soldier, or, a SAG actor from Hollywood, as a leader for the Canadians.

I am in line, want to get some things at the front counter, a girl comes in the store doing the Pee-pee dance, says: “I need the key for the rest room” while interrupting the transaction I am having with the store clerk, who tells her: “There is no key, it’s open if no one is in there”

now, if I go anywhere near where those restrooms are at, inside the store, near the access door to the refrigerated beverages cooler, that is where the victims get dragged into the refrigerated area. If no one sees that someone was hit and taken back there, then the girl in the rest room is not needed for the terror to continue, but if someone does witness the activity of someone being hit and taken into the cooler, then that girl in the restroom is super handy as a princess who was saved, and that is what is said to have been witnessed. The terror soldier murderers, are transformed into heroes that way. So, if I go over there because I was reminded that I want to get something from that area, then they hit me, drag me into the cooler. If someone sees, the girl in the rest room is told to start screaming, looks like I went in there to rape or rob her, but was thwarted by the AM/PM other customer, or staff near the cooler.

Variation of the same thing is a small child is taken into the rest room by the father or mother, it’s the same thing, with slightly different twist so they have some variation, not always exactly the same scenario, the child is in the rest room, either with or without the parent... whatever suits the ongoing theme so that other terror soldiers in the store who know the theme of the day, will know what is going on, and know their spoken lines they need to say.

If you drive a raised truck that can be crawled under, they will do that at the AM/PM, with a screw driver, to crank your starter over too many times, drain your battery as you are distracted with a long line in the store. You come out, truck won‘t start, dead battery. That is when the Mobile Auto Repair just happens to pull in and park next to you, as if you called it in ahead of time. It says right on the mobile repair van that they do jump start service. It gets worse from there. That has happened to me three times there so far, to the extent that I needed a tow truck because the event was primed for at my home with sabotage to the starter motor. Three starters in a short time, because Chartrand comes and uses the screwdriver short circuit method to spin the starter around while I am in the shower. Burns the starters up. Get to AM/PM, and one more short does the trick, need to get a new starter, and Chartrand has the Stingray surveillance unit, so, he knows where I called to get a new starter, after the tow-truck assassin fails, and he is there waiting for me at the auto parts store, three times so far, same thing, dead battery at the AM/PM, Mobile repair is there, just happens to park there, the starter is toast, need a tow truck, then need a starter at the O’Reilly’s Auto parts, where Chartrand is working behind the service counter when I arrive to get a new starter that he ruined for me.

That is how the AM/PM Luke’s Arco does what they do, and lots more.

Richard Chartrand is the terror neighbor I explain about often, he has lived two doors to the north at 376 Jackpine for about 6 or seven years, is one of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police who is also a Oregon State Police Officer in disguise. He uses a real Oregon State Police Dodge Charger, a grey one. So, I call for help to stop terrorism, and/or make reports here, or at Twitter to get some national security help, and they send the Canadian terror Oregon State Police to kill me instead of coming to see what the problems are themselves. That happened so many times, that Richard Chartrand was sent to come live on the road as my neighbor, so that he could be like Johnny on the Spot when someone reads what I write here and calls the police or FBI to send some help. Chartrand, of Oregon State Police, is right there, two doors away, always is on call, ready to respond to reports of terrorism I make. He is not going to help, instead he has a lot of terror soldier thugs like Burton Mitchel Dietrick who also lives on Jackpine, Stevie Bell who uses the Chartrand approved terror story that Stevie is my Son and we don‘t get along, but he lives across the street to care for me anyway because I am a disabled man with spinal cord post surgical conditions that, they say, needs a caregiver all of the time. Meanwhile, the sheriff gave them the keys to my house because they arrested me on June 15 and got my keys that way when I went to jail for something that never happened, was just for getting the keys, and to take a few whacks at a disabled spinal cord patient while at the jail. After that, Chartrand had some fresh keys for the lock that I already changed because Fran Taylor was making keys that fit my front door somehow, I don‘t know how, she has key making machine, that’s what I know about that, So, everyone has keys to my front door, the national security people are told that I need special care all of the time, and that is why the Caregivers are coming over here everyday to beat me up with a baseball bat or try to poke me with euthanasia drug for the big sleep. Happens almost everyday, national security won’t send help to a disabled man, they are ok with the current caregiver situation with baseball bat therapy, and the terror doctor who only does phone or video appointments who tells me that I have arthritis, and that is why I hurt so bad, so, he gives enough treatment for someone who has arthritis, is not interested in treating the post surgical spinal cord injury, one that always hurts even without the caregiver and baseball bat beating daily evening therapy that I get regularly, for many years. Then, to add insult to injury, they killed my daughter, but she calls sometimes to tell me that she graduated from medical school, is a doctor now, works at the ER and Intensive care unit as a resident physician at the hospital somewhere.

no one will send help.

I am pretty sure all of the Chartrand’s are dead now, they attacked me too many times. There were five of them to start with:

Richard Chartrand (Rich)

Jennifer Chartrand (Jennifluffer)

Sterling Chartrand (Stir)

Elizabeth Chartrand (Lizzy)

and Richard’s sister, Jay Chartrand (”Watch Dog” he called her)

All are dead, or, too injured and cut to pieces to hurt me anymore. Others are there at 376 Jackpine, so, the terror from there continues with other Royal Canadian Mounted Police who are disguised as Oregon State Police, and are stationed two doors away for ease of access with daily baseball bat therapy.

Part of the problem with the national security is that the insist on always being fooled by the local authorities, who are not real authorities, are terror army soldiers and special operatives who are trained and assigned especially for fooling national security, So, the other problem is that the terror army is so enormous, that if a few nsa officers come to Oregon, they will be killed, and a takeover team sent to the nsa HQ, to take that, and kill & replace all of their family and friends. The nsa needs to bring US Military, but the White House is hijacked by SAG terror leadership, is not going to send US Military to Oregon, Trump is only going to send them to Afghanistan to protect the terror heroin poppy fields there, and, those guys that are sent to Afghanistan are ambushed when the get there by the British “Friendly’s”, are killed, and now they are all replaced with Canadians who are protecting the terror heroin poppy’s in Afghanistan while pretending to be US Military under direction from the White House.

But hey, there is still football to watch on TV on Monday nights, in the rainy season, so, all is ok I suppose, eh?

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12-12-2020: 2:21 am:

For anyone who may possibly be watching this account, be advised that today I don‘t think I made any comments at the suspended Twitter account, this past week, I have made only few short, not so lengthy use of the text box there. I try anything to get help, typing in any text box I can find is something I have done to try to get help, so, see if you notice any difference when I refrain from using Google products to type in a text box, starting today... last night 12-11-2020.

I will try to refrain tomorrow, to see if there is some difference by not using the Twitter text suspended account box.

Twitter needs to be taken offline globally, pronto, fast, any and every way possible.... immediately.

2:29 am.

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12-12-2020: 7:32 pm:

Addition lies that are told to other, far away people, nsa, or other Global Security personnel about me, and the circumstances that are lied about the existence of the information presented here on this Tumblr account, and other places online:

The same way that Stephen (Stevie) Bell at 445 Jackpine is said to be my estranged Son, so is Deb Monroe at 434 Jackpine said to be my estranged Daughter, who lives next door in that Offensive Monroe Surveillance Travel Trailer. The same, or similar conditions as with the story that is told about Stevie Bell, are repeated with stories about Deb Monroe, that she is available at that trailer for Caregiver of her Dad, who is said to be the author of this account, a disabled man who needs assistance to dress, cook, shop for food, go to doctor appointments, use a restroom, shower or bathe, and help to feed the cats.

Although I am a disabled man, I don’t need any of that kind of help. I need national security and global world wide security to read this account. I need those people to stop being fooled by the local authorities who are the ones who have crafted up so many lies, including the ones that include Deb Monroe, and Stephen Bell. Those national security people need to stop all contact with the local authorities and do their own research to find the truth.

That is where and when the information here can be helpful. It could be used to stop about 90% of the terrorism on Earth.

That is a lot of terror that would end. Immagine a time when there would be no more Schul Schute’s. That is only the beginning of what could be achieved if nsa would only just do their job, stop relying on others, and stop being fooled.

There is other lies that include Sandy Monroe, I don’t know the extent of those. I suspect that sometimes Sandy Monroe is said to be me, the author of this page, and the person that Deb Monroe is caregiver for, as I am kept captive in my home, out of view from potentially helpful people who are too far away to see what is really happening around here.

Personally, I feel that Deb Monroe is really the daughter of Scott and Karen Liter of 329 Jackpine, and they may have taken over at 325 Jackpine, to pretend to be Dewey and Roberta Gasper, who are terror pirates, and are dead.

Lies. Stephen Bell; Deb Monroe, Sandy Monroe... none of them are caregivers.

I don’t have or use or want any caregivers.

That is Sandy Monroe attacking at the laundry room door earlier this year, about February. There are three other people at least also outside, as Sandy was pounding on my door, that door, and the front door, for about two hours that night, she demanded I let her in, said that this is her house, insisted that she lived here. There was a dead body in my woods covered with a sleeping bag, and I think the four people thought I had taken a photo of the dead body, so, this fucking scary shit happened.

There is more to this, It’s all been said before, so, do your own research, I just want to make sure that everyone who needs to know can see that Sandy Monroe is featured there in those photos above.

7:56 pm.

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8:21 pm:

You could be looking at those photos and saying: “But that is not the Sandy Monroe that we have detailed in our portfolio profile information, something is wrong, someone is not telling the truth and we could possibly be being fooled here with this person claiming that the photo shows Sandy Monroe”.

That would be a good start to moving closer to the truth.

What you should know:

That is only “The Current Sandy Monroe, and that particular Sandy Monroe is the one that is occupying the front residence at 434 Jackpine Drive. That one is not the first one, as there have been at least three Sandy Monroe’s over a course of about four or five years since the time they moved in there next door.

There have been at least two Jeff Monroe’s there also, neither one of the Jeff Monroe’s have been seen for a few month’s, and the latest Jeff Monroe was there for most of the time... about three and a half years. The original Jeff Monroe had tattoos, big ones, on his shoulder blades, the newer one is much thinner, uses a hoodie to conceal his face, does not take his shirt off, so, tattoos are not visible if present.

There is currently a Jeff Monroe deficit, as there does not seem to be anyone portraying the Jeff Monroe role at the Monroe terror cell next door.

That current Sandy Monroe has dental conditions that mimic the post gunshot dental conditions I suffer from. Very similar teeth arrangement to my own.

8:37 pm.

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8:57 pm:

For clarity sake, I think it’s wise to say one more time that the person in those photos is not the author of this account information here, maybe some other account of information but not this one here at StoneMan Warrior on Tumblr.

Also is wise to remind more time that phone lines are all like spaghetti, the ones that are buried in the ground that compose the Centurylink network. All of the phone lines were intentionally put onto the wrong terminals in all of the service boxes that serve the area, maybe the whole state of Oregon, I think the spaghetti phone line method of fooling the nsa has worked pretty good so far, about twenty years or so, and they use the local Josephine County spaghetti phone lines as a model for all of the phone lines of all of the world by now. They just send a van to the main access box, says something American HVAC and Vacuum on it, and those guys switch the wiring around inside the main access terminals in the neighborhood, and then they also switch the wires on the small, individual service access boxes that are out front of all of the houses. But that is only the cover part, only on the surface where it’s easy to see that it’s spaghetti phones, so, they also use the old school PBX switchboards to make super customized terror phone call experience for nsa to get lost and be fooled with. But that is only the old school part, so, they also use the new fangled digital equipment too, helps to play the Pope’s mystery card, so the VOIP systems can change the phone call from land line to digital computer line to then goes to cell-phone tower to make confusion Vatican mystery hokus pokus in places where only should be land line to easily listen to for national security, makes it easy to switch the Pope signal back to land line with use of the PBX again for that. Just need a house with two phone lines incoming and your good to go for Stingray Hijack from hell that way.

It’s not as confusing as it could be though.

They call the PBX “Medusa”. They named it. They get those from the Sheriff Auction. The terror scouts go find them, then, it goes in the auction, listed in the Grants Pass Daily Courier as a item available for biding on. I don‘t know why they do that, put it in the paper, except that when that happens, it makes it easier to capture the nsa when they come around asking questions, and is handy when the Sheriff is in charge with the auction for that. It becomes a place to put a trap real quick before the new “Medusa’s” are put into service. They “Christen“ all of the equipment and weapons like that, before it goes into service.

Spaghetti phone is why nsa might think Sandy Monroe is author of this information.

(also, the complicated part of the spaghetti phones, is, that I am supposed to have two addresses worth of telephone lines. They stole one address worth, and hooked that one up in the spaghetti, Stingray, VOIP, Medusa, Cell Phone/Land line Pope system of modern communication technology they use around here. I am sure there is some Blue-Toothe way to make it more challenging for nsa, but I don‘t know about that, I hate Blue-tooth. So you have to watch out for addresses where there are supposed to be extra phone lines, or, for addresses that were made special to have a lot of phone line. It’s like money, they just scrape a little off the top, in the paperwork. With the phones, just some airplane Vodka applied to the service box at the neighbors house terminal does the trick, POG is bonus. You need one of those special 9/16 box end wrenches (just show your SAG card to the people at Acme Tool & Die, they pass those out when one is requested to those with dues paid in full, card in good standing).

I use tape. That way, you can know if the seal was broken.

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This is still on the 12-12-2020 additional information:

Different, unrelated to the above:

10:10 pm:

Very few people understand the nuances surrounding a disability. There are some things about disability that have their own set of terror jargon when commanded with terror orders from White House, Congress, State Governors... etc. The Pointy Hat Clubs have language based on this “secret” knowledge about disability:

In USA, we have Social Security Disability Insurance. We go to work, we pay out of the paycheck a deduction for an insurance premium.

not many people understand that it’s an insurance premium. It’s useful for when you get hurt, can’t work anymore, are broken.

Same idea with Unemployment Insurance, you pay a premium for insurance ahead of time. If everything goes good, you never need to file a claim with the insurance company.

There is other kind of insurance, the employers pay for insurance that protects the employer, and also protects the employees from all kinds of things that can happen. I forget what that insurance is called, but that insurance is the reason sometimes that a person is considered as a disabled person, sort of, in USA. There are certainly medical and health reasons a person is considered as a disabled person, and, when filing a federal disability claim against that insurance that you pay for with your paycheck, the SSDI deduction, there is a ton of doctors, tests, scans, interviews, exorcises, waiting periods, more tests, more doctors, more scans, lots and lots of paperwork, and some spies that come to watch everything you do. It takes about two years minimum to go through all of the tests, scans, doctors, ... repeat, then again, only to be denied, because those are the rules, you have to be denied at least one time. So, those who really are suffering from some serious problems are the ones who have no other choices. They just keep jumping through the hoops as the new hoops are presented for jumping through. Everyone else, gets real hungry, and tired, and they go back to work.

So, the secret communication used by Government terror leaders to say commands about disabled people, as targets, or, to say commands to the terror soldiers who already killed and replaced disabled people, is hidden inside of talk about insurance.

When congress, or Trump talks about “Pre-Existing Health Conditions” for insurance related subject matter, they are saying some kind of specifics about disabled people, elderly people, maybe small children who are not old enough to go into the work force yet are also pre-existing conditional people.

The reason is that the disabled person may have some conditions, lets say heart condition, where they look OK, can walk the same as everyone, but have some heart condition, maybe had a heart attack already, so, the reason they are not employable is that the insurance company is not going to cover a person who could have a heart attack at the jobsite when the medical record already shows a history of heart-attack, or other circulatory problems.

Right there, is the reason why that person is “Disabled”. Can walk, can even run (but is risky), no walking aid is required, no wheel chair, but could drop dead from heart problem while changing light bulbs on the company Christmas display in the store window, cause a short circuit, makes a fire, someone has to come to drag the person from the burning front store Christmas lights, then that person is electrocuted, the place is on the fifteenth floor of the building, there is no number 13 on the Ottis elevator,and they left it out of the stairwells too because Christians are superstitious, could be a disability I think, mental psychotic ailment, so the fire crew is lost while trying to save the heart-attack light-bulb replacement person, and some of them are hurt, suffer smoke inhalation, could die, and the equipment is ruined too. All of that, and the conditions of fire damage and injury at the employers have not even been considered yet.

That is why the insurance company is not going to insure disabled people who have ailments, or multiple ailments that are listed at the Social Security Administration. Those that are awarded a disability status, and those people who have listed impairments or multiple impairments, that when stacked up together are deemed that which the insurance company won‘t cover, are said to be “Disabled People” and can sign up for a special parking card for convenience at the store parking if they want to, you know, those blue ones with the wheel chair on them, goes on the rear view mirror.

Insurance. The employer is mandated to have it. The Insurance company works close with medical doctors, the doctors go to school for a long, long, long, long, long time, and they also are at the Social Security Administration, where the disabled people, all of them, are denied at least one time, because those are the secret rules. That, and the employers insurance is also the secret rules. Somewhere in all of that are smart people who figured out a way to make a balance between medical records, tests, interviews, with analytic studies, health science, and that people who are fake, will give up, and go back to work. Also, that period of time where you are denied, is often enough time to heal. So, those who do not heal, and have listed impairments, don’t have to change out the company Christmas light bulb display, however, those people, if they can walk, will always suffer greatly, forever, from abuse from the Christian Church, who feels that if you can walk, that is the disability test, no doctors, insurance, social science, medical science, or knowledge of any kind is necessary for becoming a church member. They let anyone in their club.

One thing is for sure about disabled people, that is that the actual health conditions they suffer from are not likely to improve, are likely to become worse over time, and, those conditions will always be obvious with future testing, but mostly, in the medical environment that once existed, is gone now, but the one that is supposed to still be working, where the disabled people enter into with regular checkups, and treatment plans, will always maintain an ongoing record of progress as the person ages. Sometimes medical treatments and advances in technology and medical science can provide remedy to disabled people status, but not often. Even so, the disabled person, once out of the work force for fifteen years, is considered as permanently disabled forever for having become “institutionalized” and that the consensus is that the person, and the social work environment changes so dramatically over that amount of time, that fifteen years out of the work force is considered to be the disabling factor. So, again, smart people figured out a way to make it easier for disabled people to survive in harsh environments where the Church applies so much pressure for so long that the disabled persons, after fifteen years of experience with being a disabled person, can simply tell the invasive church people...

...to “go fuck off somewhere else, this is not my first rodeo, you superstitious offensive terrorist fruitcake”.

Watch for terror comm featuring “Pre-Existing Conditions” to find disability specific terror instructions from government officials.

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