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preludicrous · 5 months

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why i believe the prison break storyline was also sigma's entrance exam

the long overdue post that i teased literal months before posting it (sorry i am a college student and quite overworked)

[ massive spoilers for the mersault arc of bsd, including s5e11 of the anime and recent manga chapters. ]

sigma is alive

first of all: sigma's not dead.

sigma's not dead because his character arc is nowhere near over, and from a writing perspective, it doesn't make sense to kill him without drawing that out to some kind of conclusion.

for someone who had a pretty major role in recent arcs, whose entire characterization in the story has been set up around a deep need for belonging and a "home" and people who don't want to "use" him, the plotline so far sure hasn't wrapped up his story in any satisfying way. as far as it appears right now, he just kind of... touched fyodor and died. is that really it for him?

especially after he finally starts to reject fyodor's manipulation, and finally makes choices for himself, like the choice to side with dazai?

no, i'm not convinced he's dead- bsd's very guilty of fake out deaths, and there is no reason for me to believe that sigma's actually dead when his arc is still clearly unfinished.

sigma joining the ADA makes sense

in the mersault arc, it is established that sigma wants to join the ADA. fyodor even says it point blank to him, and he doesn't deny it. he thinks about the ADA and how they're "not using dazai, and dazai isn't using them". they are a group of people who care about each other and take care of each other of their own agency, no pun intended.

as i mentioned above, sigma's entire character so far has been revolving around belonging and how he wishes to find a home. a home suited for a bizarre gifted like him with no past, who doesn't understand why he exists. in many respects, a lot of the agency members share similarities to sigma in the sense that they also didn't understand their place in the world.

atsushi's an orphan who was told he should just "die in a ditch somewhere".

dazai's an empty man who sees no purpose in existence.

ranpo was a genius surrounded by monsters, and he could never comprehend why the world was so illogical and strange.

the character whose backstory is the most similar to sigma is yosano. like sigma, she had a powerful gift. like sigma, she was used for that gift. mori took advantage of her healing to create an undead army against her will. the difference is that yosano despaired, while sigma is resentful - yosano isolated herself since there was no way for her to live without being used for her gift, while sigma is bitter regarding the unfair nature of the world that he is continually used.

in the end, yosano is found by the agency and ranpo. ranpo says this:

the ADA is a place where ability users are valued for their personhood, not their ability. for sigma and yosano, who have only ever been valued by others for their powerful abilities, the ADA is the only place they belong, the one place they can live freely as full people rather than just vessels for their abilities.

sigma wants to join. it's the perfect culmination of his arc. he'll finally have a home, a place to belong. in his first decision he makes of his own free will, he chooses to help the ADA. plus, his ability is information exchange, which couldn't be more perfect for detective work.

it ties up all the loose ends neatly.

sigma's entrance exam

so, if the title didn't make it clear, yeah. i'm pretty convinced that sigma's entrance exam was the mersault prison break. i mean, he clearly wants to join the agency, and dazai's compared him to like half of the members already.

the armed detective agency fandom wiki has some information on entrance exams. (i know, i know, not a primary source, but I don't have that much free time to go source hunting for a tumblr bsd theory...)

we also have a few example of entrance exams that we can use as a reference: namely atsushi's, kyouka's, and dazai's. from these, we can synthesize a few defining characteristics of entrance exams.

(i made a table because i'm a pretty visual person, and this is a good way for me to organize information!!! this is essentially an adapted affinity map for my fellow nerds out there)

some key elements of entrance exams administered by the ADA include:

a perceived (real or fake) threat: in atsushi's case, this was the "bomber"; in kyouka's case, the moby dick; in dazai's case, whoever was responsible for the disappearance and subsequent murder of the yokohama visitors.

the threat's victims involve civilians/innocent people: for atsushi, the terrorist had naomi as a hostage; in kyouka's case, the entirety of yokohama was in danger; in dazai's case, the kidnapping/murder victims were all civilians.

the ADA candidate MUST (is pushed/forced/pressured/required to) play a major role in the resolution of the threat: atsushi must neutralize the bomber; kyouka is the only one who can stop the moby dick; dazai plays a very large role in stopping the azure messenger.

(optional) sacrifice: atsushi jumped on a bomb; kyouka crashed her plane.

(optional) a way to ensure the candidate's safety: for atsushi, the fact that it wasn't a real bomb; for kyouka, fukuzawa's ability and demon snow.

the ADA candidate is kept in the dark: atsushi was NOT told they were completing an entrance exam, or that the ADA even had such a tradition. kyouka knew she was doing an entrance exam, but wasn't ever fully explained the stakes; i.e. nobody told her that after passing she would be able to free herself and control demon snow.

the entrance exam is administered by a more senior member: dazai or kunikida, with the approval of fukuzawa.

now consider if dazai were administering an entrance exam for sigma during the mersault prison break. let's see if the key elements are present:

the threat: fyodor

the victims: the entire world

the candidate's pivotal role: sigma must touch fyodor to learn fyodor's ability

the sacrifice: sigma risks his life and touches fyodor, despite having been told that fyodor's ability might also work through touch, i.e. he risks dying

the failsafe: n/a, as far as we know currently (i can see an argument for chuuya but i personally find that's a bit of a stretch)

the secret: sigma has not been told that this is an entrance exam (neither has the audience)

the examinator: dazai

pretty neat. at least, no inconsistencies - and, considering the bigger picture, it makes sense.

a lot of things in the mersault arc also make sense under this interpretation. why did dazai pick sigma instead of a more "useful" escape tool? for recruitment. why did dazai promise and insist upon saving sigma? for recruitment. why did dazai shove sigma off the elevator even though he knew chuuya would break their fall and they weren't going to die? for recruitment.

it feels like a much better ending for sigma than just being... dead.

screenshot compilation

conclusion

you're so right.

#bungou stray dogs #bsd sigma #bsd #bsd theory #bungou stray dogs analysis #bungou stray dogs sigma #bsd spoilers #bsd season 5

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katzkinder · 1 year

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SakuMahi robot AU please

The au asks got buried 💀

Thankfully I still remember what this is about jfhgdk

For this kind of au... I'm not actually very familiar with this one! I don't read much mech/robot stuff, but here goes

Sakuya: A "faulty" android missing most of his memory data and searching for the last link he has to his past. The last thing he can recall before terminal shutdown was a young woman, grease and bloodstained (oil? Is that his oil? Is he dying? He shouldn't have a concept of that, but he does) promising to return with help for him. This single fragment of memory doesn't return to him until a few months post refurbishment by a young mechanic who... Isn't particularly skilled with the technical side of things when you ask him to explain what he's doing, but the results of letting him work speak for themselves. Can't remember his own function, whereabouts, or model series. Assumed to be recent by most of the cast due to his capabilities and uncanny resemblance to human function. Not particularly user friendly lol, either in his personality once that bit of coding kicks back on, or in his schematics. Clearly meant for complex function just from a cursory look at his internal workings, yet even that doesn't account for the advanced emotional function Sakuya showcases. Mahiru considers him a lucky, almost miracle find. Everyone else, Sakuya included, wonders what's wrong with him that such an advanced machine was seemingly left to decay among scrap and trash. It's easy to forget he's not human.

Mahiru: a mechanic who believes getting the job done is more important than looks, and spends a lot of him time repairing old and outdated machines (both for himself and for others who have formed an emotional bond with their robots. For these customers, even though he's not super particular about the appearance of his own machines, for others, he'll go the extra mile with making sure they look like the familiar and well loved friends people know them as). He's got a gentle and delicate touch and even finicky hardware seems to sing for him. He understands it's strange to feel affection for things that can't return it, but he doesn't care. Often ends up making a secondary portion of food for Sakuya despite his new companion not being able to eat. He seems to appreciate the thought at least? His naming sense is extremely rudimentary, which is how he landed on "Sakuya" for the junked out android he found and brought home. Something about the forlorn expression on the facial mold wouldn't let him leave it be, and after finding the cherry blossom pattern where a model number should have been, the name was chosen in an instant.

In the end, Sakuya isn't an android at all, but a modified combat cyborg with a human soul integrated into his circuitry, which accounts so the disparity between what he's supposed to be capable of, and what he actually showcases. A last ditch effort by a sister to save her brother, the woman he's been searching for with Mahiru's help has long been dead... And after that there's government conspiracies to be dealt with, of course, as they attempt to seize this new weapon and possible key to immortality to figure out what makes their own efforts of combining human and machine a failure, while Sakuya is an abject success who retains full cognitive function, while others attempting the same transplant all see their efforts deteriorate into something horrific and unrecognizable from the subject's former self.

Basically this is War Crimes: robot love edition lmao

#majuuorthrus #servamp #sakumahi #mahiru shirota #sakuya watanuki #ask to tag #asks #kat's katerwauling

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shotorozu · 2 years

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kiss, marry or kill

“your s/o, your girl best friend, and someone hot you work with (can also be celebrity crush)”

in celebration of my birthday 🤩‼️ (again 💀)

character(s): bakugou katsuki, todoroki shouto, midoriya izuku, shinsou hitoshi (bnha)

PART TWO

LEGEND: [Y/N = YOUR NAME, L/N = LAST NAME] you/your pronouns, but only shouto refers to you as his girl best friend, quirk’s not mentioned.

WARNING(S): profanity, a death threat in bakugou’s 💀

note(s): basically— this question has ruined a lot of relationships. so if you were asked this, the person asking is either testing your s/o, or they hate your relationship /hj 🗿 this has been an idea of mine for a while. i saw a tiktok on how somebody’s boyfriend said he’d kill his hot co-worker, kiss his GIRLFRIEND, and marry his girl best friend… like?? hello wtf (there aren’t much nuances, and i changed up who asked the question obviously💀 some are friends with the character, and some aren’t— if that makes sense. also i made things pg in comparison to the tiktok i referenced)

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bakugou katsuki

is so fucking insulted, you don’t even know.

↛ like?? why would anyone ask bakugou katsuki this question 😭 out of all things they could’ve asked him… even though katsuki knows better to not answer— because not answering is the only right answer in this situation, he found it incredibly insulting that mineta asked him that in front of you, and thought that he’d pick anyone other than you— in the kiss, and marry part.

↛ so of course he’s going to answer— just not in the way mineta thinks.

“oh bakugou! looks like it’s your turn!” kirishima exclaims, as a result of the bottle pointing at the explosion quirk user.

katsuki only scoffs, and a scowl forms on his face from just imagining his own participation “i am not playing this shitty game.”

“oh, but bakugou—” mineta calls out, “this question is very simple! answering it is as easy as pie!”

his friends around him eye their (not single) hot headed friend nervously “fuck no, i ain’t answering anything from you—”

but mineta asks anyway, “kiss, marry, or kill— your s/o, your girl best friend, or someone hot you work with? if you don’t have someone hot you work with, that’s fine! celebrity crush works too.”

katsuki takes a long look at you. even though you’re giving him a smile (that he ever so loves to see) which signifies support and reassurance, he can tell— just by the fiddle of your hands, and with the sudden aversion of your gaze, that you’re anticipating an answer.

you trust him, but you’re also curious with what he has to say, and how he’ll outsmart the question. (because it’s not like your relationship with him will end, if he answers incorrectly. but if he does though you doubt it you admit that it’d really painful on your heart)

“kiss Y/N,”

“ooo!” mineta exclaims in fascination, the corners of his lips tugging into an interested grin— that’s definitely not innocent. “that’s so bold of you, bakugou!”

“marry Y/N,”

“wait— that’s not how it works—”

“and kill you.” he says with such snark in his tone, it causes all of their friends in the circle to go dead silent. “what kind of fucking question is that? you wanna die tonight— huh?! is that what’re fuckin’ asking—”

mineta stammers, the concept of his body being found in a ditch and covered in char from the explosions of your boyfriend’s possibility is suddenly increasing by the second— and it makes him tremble in fear. “b—bakugou, it was j-just a question—”

“a stupid one, you dumb fuck!” the pop of explosions against his palm, and bakugou’s sudden approach causes mineta to tremble even harder. “ain’t my answer obvious??—”

“somebody stop him!”

“mineta,” kaminari whines, “why’d you even ask bakugou that?— he’s happily in a relationship!”

“—remember my answer the next time you try your bullshit with me, you dumb bitch!”

todoroki shouto

is confused with the question— because you are all of those three to him.

↛ this isn’t even shouto’s way of evading the question— in fact, he’s not even evading it. shouto just genuinely thinks that you’re all of those things to him. you’re his lover, girl best friend, and someone hot he works with— that’s all, really. his genuine confusion and answers eventually tires out whoever’s asking him this thing— and he’s even more so confused when people try to tell him who’s who in his life. but like bakugou, shouto’s incredibly insulted— when he (eventually) connects the dots, and sees what they’re trying to do with him. he’ll make a sour face and everything once it hits him.

↛ he’s going to answer genuinely, but not in a way that’s going to hurt you. anyway, you have a lot of trust in him.

“todoroki! looks like the bottle landed on you.”

“i still don’t get the mechanics of the game..” he whispers to you in slight panic, but you only give him a thumbs up.

“just answer truthfully,” you say, as you reach down to rub your thumb against the back of his hand, “you got this,”

“anyhow! the burning question— no pun intended,” the girl suddenly says, purposefully choosing to ignore shouto’s interaction with you. “kiss, marry, or kill— your significant other, your girl best friend, or someone hot you work with? celebrity crush works as a nice substitute.”

the room suddenly goes uncomfortably still, and shouto looks at you in question, with a slight panic in his eyes— but not in the way you think. “do i— do i have to do all of this? like.. with actions?”

“no, shouto. none of it is literal,” you reassure with a nervous smile. you keep in mind that he’s not actually going to do all of this— but still, you hope that his honesty won’t hurt you, or your relationship with shouto. “again, just be honest.”

the corners of his lips are pulled down into a slight frown, “i— i don’t understand..”

“Y/N is my significant other, best friend, and someone hot i work with.. how will i answer this..?”

the girl (with a name he doesn’t know of) that’s asking blinks— slightly annoyed that he didn’t answer in an interesting, and desirable way. “no, todoroki. they’re different people! you can’t choose the same person. isn’t yaoyorozu your girl best friend?”

yaoyorozu whips her head around, “do not pull me into this. we are friends, but not in such a misleading way.”

midoriya looks at the encounter nervously, “i think.. if todoroki-san thinks L/N is all of those things— which, i don’t doubt.. then L/N is that person!”

you silently appreciate yaoyorozu’s interference, and midoriya’s answer. thank goodness he’s such a sweetheart.

“i still stand by what i said,” todoroki says firmly, “i will never be killing Y/N, but i will kiss and marry—”

“again, that’s not how it works—”

“my answer hasn’t changed.”

bakugou gives the person a side eye, “just fucking drop it, holy fuck.”

the girl ended up not getting a definitive answer, much to her dismay. but when shouto found out about the question’s true meaning— he’s insulted.

and he makes sure it’s known very well.

midoriya izuku

knows what the question means— he’s insulted, but he’ll respectfully answer.

↛ the question naturally weirds izuku out— and izuku doesn’t fail to notice how the person asking this question in the first place, has been way too close for comfort. but of course, izuku wouldn’t be himself, if he didn’t give the benefit of the doubt to people— even when they didn’t deserve it. but fear not, it doesn’t take long for izuku to recognize what the question was trying to achieve, and when he notices it— he’s even more insulted than you, honestly. (which says a lot)

↛ izuku contemplates for a bit if he should answer, but he eventually concludes that he should set his foot down, in respect of your relationship with him. but he hates lashing out on people, so he’ll respectfully do it.

izuku didn’t really plan on being a part of this game.

but here he is, sitting beside you in your circle of friends (minus this one person, sora— who is a middle school friend of kaminari’s) with the tip of the bottle pointing at him directly, signifying that it’s his turn to answer.

“alright, dude!” kaminari’s friend smiles with warmth izuku isn’t exactly sure about, “you in a relationship?”

after the question left his mouth, izuku’s cheeks turn into a crimson red, “yes. yes, i am.”

izuku reaches for your hand, signifying that it’s you he’s dating.

“hm, okay. cute!” sora gives a cursory look over you, but acknowledges your relationship nonetheless. “i wonder if you’ll still say the same thing after this question though..”

“huh— why?”

“well— kiss, marry, or kill— your significant other,” sora points at you, “your girl best friend, or someone hot you work with? your celebrity crush can be used as a substitute.”

izuku’s fingers fold into a hold, as his hand grabs onto yours for support and reassurance.

“that’s a really bad question,” izuku says, like it’s a matter of fact, “one— i’m in a relationship, so i’m going to kiss and marry Y/N. i don’t know what kind of answer you were looking for, but i’m sorry— you won’t be getting it from me.”

the room goes quiet for a second, and izuku realizes that all eyes are practically on him at the moment— which, he doesn’t mind, but he should conclude his answer.

“oh uh— i know you mean well though! it’s just a silly party question, i know but.. i’m setting my foot down for my relationship. that’s my answer.” he fumbles with your finger tips, “i’m sorry if i made things weird.”

you blink, unable to find the right words to express how you feel— proud, amazement, every single synonym to those words? none of them seem right.

but either way, you’re pleased with his answer.

“oh, no— i’m sorry,” sora sheepishly apologizes, “i didn’t mean to overstep. i was just asking because i saw someone else ask the same question to another person and—”

“you knew damn well what you were doin’—”

“kaachan,” izuku firmly warns, “it’s alright. it’s just a silly party question.”

“midoriya, you’re such a green flag— you don’t even know it..”

shinsou hitoshi

insulted and offended (4) but manages to hide it well. he decided to mess with the person asking’s head though.

↛ growing up to be somewhat in the background, without much attention, and with people cautious of him due to his quirk— allowed him to gain the ability of reading the room, and detecting people’s intentions with him. so, hitoshi immediately knew what monoma was getting at, when he asked him the question. people would think that monoma would be cool with you— because he’s friends with your boyfriend, but nope. monoma’s his friend and all, but there are times where he needs, and wants to defend your honor.

↛ similarly to bakugou, and midoriya— hitoshi knows well not to answer but y’know.. he just wants to make this a little fun, just to prove to monoma that he cannot ask questions with hidden motives, no matter how much he dislikes you.

hitoshi tries his best to conceal his annoyance, as his friend— monoma, asks him probably the dumbest question he has ever asked to this day.

but it must’ve been obvious, as monoma slaps a hand against his back, “c’mon! i know you have an answer! i know how much you like—”

“not just like,” hitoshi reminds,

“right.. i know how much you love Y/N and all, but you have to have a different answer, right, right?!” monoma asks enthusiastically with a nudge of a shoulder

“so, what will it be? you can swap the last part with your celebrity crush, if it works better for you. your answer will stay with me!”

“as if,” hitoshi rolls his eyes. the insomniac was originally, just going to change the topic, but he suddenly thought of an idea— to mess with his brain a little bit, even without his quirk.

“kiss and marry Y/N.” hitoshi simply says, “i don’t have a girl best friend, a celebrity crush, or someone i work with that i find hot.”

“boo! boring, that’s not how it works—”

“but y’know,” hitoshi gives monoma a side eye, “do you have a significant other?”

“shinsou—”

“no. no, you do not.” hitoshi cuts him off, “do you have a girl best friend? no— you also do not have one. and wouldn’t it be nice if you found someone you work with hot?”

“shinsou, the question— i don’t know—”

“exactly. and i bet you don’t have a celebrity crush i know of?”

“so what do you have?” shinsou deadpans, looking at the blond for an answer

monoma laughs nervously, “shinsou—”

shinsou smirks, “no bitches.” shinsou says with so much certainty, it has monoma stuttering, and grasping for an answer.

and that’s when you walk into the room, “hey hitoshi— and company. what’s up?”

and with that, monoma gets up and walks away.

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sage-nebula · 3 years

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Major Neo: The World Ends With You spoilers:

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I was thinking about the fact that Neku has been dead for three years as of Neo while driving into work today, and I just—

Neku has been dead for three years.

I know the Secret Reports in the original game tried to solve the “how do they just return to life like nothing ever happened” issue by saying that Players in the UG weren’t actually dead, but rather their frequencies were just tuned into the UG while they played the Game, but given that everything else in the game states that the Players are dead (and that the “you died and are dead, dummies” comes up again in Neo), I’m going to go ahead and say that the Players are (usually) dead, that they died, that they’re not just in comas, that they are dead and that the memories of those left behind (who didn’t have prior experience with the UG) are just altered to forget that the death ever happened (along with funeral markers and such being erased, etc). The fact that the Reapers’ Game usually only lasts one week would make this a lot easier to do, I think, for those who were given the chance to come back to life at the end of their Game.

With all of that said . . . Neku has been dead for three years.

I’m thinking, mainly, about how Shiki and Beat (and Rhyme, to a lesser extent) handled this. Like, okay, Neku gets shot (again). Beat is there to witness it, he sees it happen. Neku is rushed to the hospital, he doesn’t make it. Of course this is horrible, but for Beat, Shiki, and Rhyme, they figure, okay. This is horrible, but it’ll be okay. Neku died, but he’ll be able to play the Game again, and he’ll win, and he’ll come back. They’ll just have to wait a week, but then he’ll be back.

A week passes. Then two weeks. Then a month. Then three months, and he’s still not back.

There would be a funeral service. We know nothing about Neku’s family, but assuming that his parents know his friends, they would have been invited to the funeral. And they’re not going to look like they don’t care that he died, but they go even though they know that Neku has to be playing the Game and that he’ll have to be able to make it back. Right? Because he’s Neku. He’s the strongest psych user there is. He won the Game three times in a row, there’s no way that he wouldn’t be able to win it again. The Reapers wouldn’t be able to erase him. Joshua wouldn’t deny him the chance to come back. And Neku wouldn’t choose to become a Reaper instead, would he? Why would he choose that? He wouldn’t. Would he?

Neku’s family would mourn him, because he was shot in the middle of the street (and his murderer never found), and they wouldn’t know about the Game so they would just assume that he was dead and never coming back, because the dead generally don’t do that. But Shiki, Beat, and Rhyme, who know about the Game, would have their certainty about Neku’s return shaken and broken down with each passing week that there’s no sign of him. They wouldn’t know that Joshua had locked Neku in Shinjuku with Coco, that he wasn’t able to play the Game again to get another chance at life. They wouldn’t know that he was okay, that he was working on a way back. They spent three entire years not knowing if Neku had been erased or not, or if he’d somehow been turned into a Reaper or not. And what that means is that while Neku’s family had a chance to mourn him and move on, Shiki and Beat were stuck in limbo, missing him so badly it felt like they had bleeding wounds in their chest that just couldn’t heal.

And I think we see this in the ways both of them handled the situation.

Shiki had the benefit of working on Gatto Nero with Eri. Since I’m pretty sure they started it up as soon as she returned from the Game, we can assume that they already had its preliminary stages going when Neku was killed again. That would have helped her keep her mind off things, at least a little, but we know still that she continued waiting for three years until he came back. Given what she says in the end, about how she kept waiting by Hachiko for him day after day even though each day passed without him coming back, I think we can deduce that she spent at least a few hours each day standing by Hachiko, hoping that he would come back. Obviously she didn’t put her life entirely on hold—Gatto Nero wouldn’t be where it is if she had—but she still did what she felt she could do, which was hang onto faith that he would find his way back to them somehow, no matter how long it took, and her standing by Hachiko with Mr Mew was her way of doing that. But while she managed to keep the faith, I think that doesn’t change the emotional toll that it must have taken on her . . . or how it must have worried Eri, who wouldn’t know about the Game and thus wouldn’t exactly understand why Shiki was waiting for Neku to come back when Eri probably attended the funeral service with her, to lend moral support. Shiki might have tried to explain, but how can you explain the Reapers’ Game? How could she explain that she was killed and came back to life when Eri never remembered that happening? She would sound insane. Eri was probably fine with just letting Shiki do her own thing for a while, but overtime she probably grew more and more worried. In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if Shiki was gone away on a business trip partly because Eri encouraged her to go, all but pushed her out the door, to get her away from Shibuya in hopes that she could help Shiki move on from her apparent grief. And Shiki probably agreed to go not just because it was her job, but because the emotional weight of not knowing what was going on with Neku, when (or if, but she didn’t want to think if) he was coming back, was taking a toll on her that, at times, felt unbearable.

And then there’s Beat. Beat, who flat out tells Neku that he has looked literally everywhere for him. Beat, who has taken to wearing headphones everywhere just like Neku used to, and who has styled his hair similarly to how Neku used to wear it. Beat isn’t one who can stand idly by and hold onto faith that things will work out. He’s calmed down a lot over the past three years, but he is still very much a man of action, especially when it comes to people he loves. He misses Neku, he sees that Shiki is hurting, he’s not going to just sit around twiddling his thumbs waiting to find out what’s going on. He’s going to see for himself. In Neo, Beat says that he figured Neku would be in the UG, if anywhere, but he makes it sound as if going to the UG was a last ditch attempt at finding him. I think that it might’ve been, if only because Beat was in denial that it really was taking Neku that long to win the Game / he didn’t want to see that Neku had chosen to become a Reaper instead, had Neku chosen that. (And again, obviously he wouldn’t, but three years is such a long time to still be playing the Game.) Beat looked everywhere for Neku, flat out refused to believe that Neku could have been erased, and went so far as to get himself involved in the Game again because he couldn’t rest until he knew what happened to his best friend. And that’s heart-wrenching enough, but when you remember that he had been waiting and searching for three years . . . man.

Of course, Neku comes back. He finally gets returned to the RG. Records of his death are likely erased and those who haven’t had any experience with the UG (such as his parents / family) probably have no recollection of him ever dying. But Shiki and Beat remember. They were without him for three years and they remember every second. And while my heart aches for them (and for Neku, too, who was locked in the ruins of Shinjuku with Coco for those three years), I can only imagine that if anyone dares try to take him from them again, they honestly might just rip the UG apart with their bare hands themselves.

#neo: the world ends with you #sakuraba neku #misaki shiki #bito daisukenojo #neshiki #beatneku #ntwewy spoilers #neo: the world ends with you spoilers #neo twewy spoilers #ntwewy

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goldenchan-fx2thepeacock · 3 years

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Friendly Neighbourhood Phantom

rKay, y’all remember how I said I would write a fic for that one post I reblogged? Well, Wattpad still hates me, but here ya go.

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Danny was bored. He’d finally mastered the powers that decided to show up when he ‘died’ in the portal accident, but nothing was happening. Not that it was bad, just boring. He felt like he should do something. And when he overheard Sam talking about volenteering, he got an idea. “Sam, what was that thing you were talking about volenteering for?” He asked. “Oh, it’s a soup kitchen not far from here. You thinking about helping out?” she replied. “Well, yeah. I was thinking about using these powers for something useful,” “Danny, that’s genius. But volenteering is a big step. Maybe you could just help out people in ghost form?” “Huh, that’s not a bad idea. Thanks Sam!” He ran to class.

After school, he put his backpack down and changed. The first few times it was painful, but now it was a numb tingling sensation. He knew about the more sketchy areas in town and sped off.

He set down in a playground with a bunch of kids. There was one sitting off on her own. She was glumly playing with the sand. “Hey kid, want to play a game?” He asked. She stared at him. At first, she seemed startled, but she smiled. “Yeah! Let’s play hide and seek!” She giggled. He smiled. “Okay, I’ll count to ten and you go hide. Just don’t leave the playground,” He turned around and closed his eyes. She giggled and ran off. Once he finished counting to ten, he turned back around. He heard giggling from her, but decided to wander when looking for her. “Oh my gosh, you’re so good at hiding. I wonder where you could be,” He heard giggling behind him. After looking around a few trees, he acted like he’d just spotted the play structure. “Maybe you’re hiding in here?” He peeked under the structure. She giggled up at him. “You found me! Now it’s your turn to hide!” She ran off to the tree. He dashed into the slide and hid just in view. She spotted him immediately. “Ha! I found you!” “You did!” they played a few more rounds.

They were the only ones left when her dad showed up. “Iliana? Where are you?” He yelled. She dashed out from the play structure. “Right here daddy!” She yelled and ran over to Danny. He smiled at her and waved goodbye. “Iliana! That’s dangerous, don’t play with demons,” The dad snatched her away from Danny. “He’s not a demon!” Iliana said. “I’ve heard about things like you,” The dad narrowed his eyes at Danny. “Stay away from my daughter,” “We were just playing hide and seek!” Danny protested. “And I’m not a demon,” “Preying on children is wrong. Go back to hell,” Danny held back the tears and left. He knew the feeling. Transphobes liked to tell him to go to hell, but this was horrible.

Once he got home and finished his homework, he looked through his insta. Then he got a random idea. He went to the account blurb and clicked “make new account”. He took a selfie in his ghost form and set it as his profile pic. What to call it? He drummed his fingers on the desk and an idea came to him. He typed it in. Danny Phantom. He posted a bunch of anti bullying posts and selfies. He’d take pictures when volenteering as Phantom and put them up.

When he got to school in the morning, there was the usual buzz. Sam looked at him. Tucker was on vacation for a few more days. “So, how’d ‘volenteering’ go?” she asked. “Pretty good. I played hide and seek with a little girl. Is that a good start?” “Sounds good to me. But pretty good with you usually means that something happened,” She knew him too well. “I got called a demon,” He snapped. She grimaced. “Oh, Danny. I’m sorry. What was it?” “I think it’s just the whole ghost thing. I doubt he could tell I’m trans,” “Well, that’s gotta count for something!” “Maybe,” He sat down in Lancer’s class and pulled out a notebook. “Anything else happen?” “I started an account on Instagram for ghost me. I called it Danny Phantom. Should be easy enough to find,” “Don’t you think anyone’ll notice the parralels between that and Danny Fenton?” “The people here are too stupid to guess that. Besides, no one’s gonna connect the dots between me and a random ghost,” “Good point,” Lancer walked into the class. “Alright class, you know the drill,” Danny pulled out the novel they were reading this week.

Danny spent the rest of the week helping out in random ways and putting the pictures up on insta. Maybe it was kinda cheap, but unlike some accounts he’s seen, he was doing it solely for the purpose of raising awareness, not to make a good face. There were a few other derogatory terms thrown his way, but it wasn’t horrible. Today, he was going to start volenteering for real. He set down in front of the soup kitchen. “Listen, we don’t have soup till later. Come back then,” A guy wearing a big apron said. “Actually, I was going to volenteer to help out,” Danny said. The guy turned around. “You got a bit of a look going on there. Why do you wanna volenteer?” “To help out the community. And I can’t help looking this way,” “Huh. Well, get an apron on and help me make this soup,” The guy turned around. Danny obliged. “Uh, you never told me your name,” Danny said meekly. “Milton’s the name. And since I gave you mine, I’m gonna need yours,” “Danny,” “That all? No last name?” “You didn’t give me yours,” “Nah, but the kids like you usually boast about it. For a teen, you’re pretty humble,” “Thanks?” “Okay, enough small talk. Help me stir this while I get the other ingredients,” Milton thrust a long wooden spoon into Danny’s hands and walked off. Danny started stirring the big pot on the stove. He smiled and hummed a little tune to keep his attention. Milton walked back in. “No picture taking? You really are humble,” “I guess it just didn’t occur to me. I mostly made my account to tell people to be nicer to the less fortunate,” (Yes, the first part is a Toph line, but less condesending in this case) He kept stirring but didn’t pull his phone out. “You kids these days. Always an ulterior motive,” “I mean, I’m a ghost, so I could’ve been dead for hundreds of years for all you know,” Milton stared at him. “A ghost?” “Jeez, don’t panic or anything. Not all ghosts are malevolent. And I’ve only been ‘dead’, per se, for about a month,” “I thought it was just dumb hair dye and contacts,” Milton gaped. “Yeah, teenager just casually floats and nothing’s weird about that. Got the ingredients?” “Wha- oh yeah. Here,” Milton dumps the vegetable in the pot. “Sorry to scare you like that. I just didn’t want you calling me a demon or something when you found out,” “Why would anyone do that? Seems cruel,” “People don’t often care about anything but their prejudices,” “Generalization or stereotype there?” “Stereotype. I guess. Let’s just make soup,” He wasn’t about to spill his troubles onto a random stranger.

He stood in the window giving out soup. Sam was standing not far off taking pictures. He wasn’t completely sure if he should keep posting. But it was kinda late to do that now. Danny Phantom had started to gain attention Danny Fenton never would. “What the hell? I didn’t know Milton was the type to let freaks help out,” One skinny teenager in ripped clothes said. “I didn’t know there was a reason to not let a person help the less fortunate,” Danny handed him a bowl of soup. “Sorry man. I guess the stress of having to come here everyday is starting to get to me,” “It’s okay. When Milton takes his turn, wanna talk about it?” “Thanks dude,” The skinny guy sat down at one of the many tables set up. “No problem. It’s the least I can do,” Danny smiled at him. Milton walked up behind him. “I’ll take it for fifteen minutes. Ghost probably don’t need breaks, but I’d feel bad if I made you do all the work,” Danny nodded and ditched the apron. He phased through the wall and floated over to the skinny guy.

The guy looked startled. “You’re floating,” He stared at Danny’s feet. “Ya know, probably could’ve told you that myself,” Danny smirked. “Danny! Is your shift done or something?” Sam ran over. “Nah, I just was gonna let this guy talk about his problems to someone,” “You’re a ghost,” The guy looked lost. “Yes and no. Semantics. Listen, I’m not here to tell you about my weird life. I’m here so you don’t completely lose it from having to support yourself,” “Thanks again for that. So your name is Danny?” “Yeah. This is Sam. What’s your name?” “Jack,” Danny held back the snort that came with thinking of his bumbling father. Bumbling couldn’t have been more accurate. Jack Fenton gave Danny bumblebee vibes. “Nice to meet you Jack. What did you need to talk about?” Sam snorted behind Danny. “Shutup,” Danny slid into the seat across from Jack. “What’s funny?” Jack said. “Nothing. My dad’s name is Jack and you look absoloutely nothing like him. Sam is drawing certain parralels that don’t need to be there,” “Your dad? Do ghosts have dads?” “Half ones do,” Sam said. “We’re not talking about that. Why do you have to come here. You don’t look much older than 15,” “If it weren’t for the glowy hair and eyes, I’d say you don’t look older than 12,” “I’m fourteen,” “Close enough,” “Whatever. Why do you come here?”

Danny became a hit with the soup kitchen users. He’d talk to people about they’re issues with an air of concern. He didn’t shut anyone down no matter how small the issue. Soon, he wasn’t a freaky prospect, he was the ghost who listened to people’s issues. “I think we should get Jazz to help you out at the soup kitchen,” Tucker said one day at lunch. “I mean, she knows, so it can’t be that weird. It’ll give her some field experience with helping people out too. Yeah, that’ll work,” Danny took a bite out of the glowing sandwich. “Are you sure that’s safe?” Sam poked it. “Eating ectoplasm won’t kill me anymore than I already am,” “Touche,” Tucker said. “That’s not how touche works, at least I don’t think so,” Danny replied. “And you’re in academic english,” Sam laughed. “You are too! And english is like, my worst class,” “Fair enough. But yeah, getting Jazz to help out is a good idea,” She forked her veggy lasagna. “Okay! I’ll tell her tonight,”

The soup kitchen wasn’t the only place Danny volenteered. He kept up the random helping and stopped a few crimes when he came across them. It wasn’t like he went looking for crimes, but it came with the territory. He stopped a car crash one time. Danny Phantom slowly became a hit on Instagram. Danny had to turn off notifcations at night. He opened it and gaped. “500 followers overnight! And it’s going up?! Holy shit,” He turned the notifications back off and did his morning routine. It was break day, so he glared at the sports bra he knew he’d have to wear. “If I find that ghost boy, I’ll tear him apart molecule by molecule!” Jack Fenton said. Danny winced. It was normal at this point, but he didn’t like it very much. “Oh Jack. You know we should study it,” He head his mom say. Danny didn’t know what was worse, his dad’s threats of death or his mother’s dissociation. “Dann-o! We’re going looking for the ghost boy today!” Jack said excitedly. “What did he do wrong?” “Nothing, but he probably has an ulterior motive to all this helping stuff!” Jack replied. Danny sighed and pulled out the cereal. “That’s the ecto contaminated cereal Danny,” Maddie said. Mom, that’s what he meant. “Oh, whoops,” He put it back and grabbed a new box. “Why’re we keeping it anyways?” “It’s an experiment!” Mom replied. “You guys and all your ridiculous ghost stuff need to stop it,” Jazz huffed as she walked down the stairs. “But we have proof of ghosts now! And some of them can get they’re hands on human tech,” Jack- er Dad, said. “You mean social media? People could just taken random picture of a random guy doing that and made something out of it,” “He’s floating Jazzibear, that means something!” J- Dad said loudly. “Photo editting,” Jazz knew it was hopeless, but she did it for Danny. “Believe what you want,” Dad grabbed some fudge from the fridge.

Jazz and Danny walked to the soup kitchen. Well, Jazz walked and Danny floated. It was Saturday, so they were taking an all day shift. “500 followers Jazz! That’s crazy for one night!” “That’s great!” “I know. Oh look, we’re here,” Danny sped over to the kitchen while Jazz sat at one of the tables. “Hey, it’s my favourite ghost,” Milton said. “More like the only ghost you know,” “Yeah, let’s stir this pot and make soup,” Milton laughed. Maybe everything wasn’t great, but Danny was okay with that. He smiled and stirred the pot of soup.

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And, la fin. Maybe it sucks, but I felt like writing something for this. My first oneshot actually. Let me know if you want more of this! The idea came from a post I read by @redrobin-detective. I reblogged it for those who want to see the original concept. Sorry if my grammar is a little strange to you. I’m from Canada, and grammar here is different than the States.

#danny phantom #sam manson #tucker foley #fic #oneshot #jazz fenton #jack fenton #maddie fenton #mr lancer #trans!danny #tumblr accidentally made me post this so now it at least has tags #phandom #au

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eclecticmiasma · 4 years

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Cold Blood (Bucciarati x Reader)

FS, as I deem you, you are always welcome in my inbox you nutball 😘 Incoming forced Bucciarati x Reader angst.

In the end, even the righteous are nothing more than animals.

NSFW

[Warnings: rape, dead dove do not eat]

Art credit: MIE. on pixiv

When you and Bruno had entered the abandoned hangar, it seemed normal enough. A bit ominous in how massive and empty it was, an impression not helped by the lack of lighting, but nothing out of the ordinary. All you wanted to do was get in, gather some intel, and leave.

That’s when you spotted Diavolo’s henchmen.

“You’ve built up quite a reputation for yourself, Bucciarati. Many loyal citizens even refer to you as the Santo di Napoli…How quaint.”

Bruno’s mind reeled for ways to wipe the shit-eating grin off of the green-lipped doctor that loomed atop some scaffolding near forty feet above you. Even the gremlin that perched next to him on all fours seemed to be mocking in his gaze. Fear etched its way into your features, as neither of your stands were equipped to reach them. Until they made a move, you were caught like mice in a trap.

“My orders were to execute you both, but there’s a small experiment I’ve been dying to try for decades. The world lacks such passionate and honorable men as yourself, and I fear that if I simply snuff out your life now, I might never get the chance to see if my theory holds true.”

Your capo stood in front of you protectively, fingers itching, a cold and calculated look on his features. He was no doubt regretful that he had asked you and not one of his other underlings to help him with this task. His number one goal was to protect the ones he loved, and his love for you ran much deeper than you even realized.

“You see, I have a theory that any man on the planet can be brought to their base instincts with nothing more than a chemical. Humans love to drone on about how civilized and evolved we are. We tout our self-control as though we’re anything more than sentient beasts…The problem has been finding a man virtuous enough to be worth experimenting on. You should be honored that I’ve chosen you, Bucciarati.”

Cioccolata gave Secco a tap on the head and gestured for him to fish something out of his pockets. The boy did so gratefully, worming his fingers through the taller man’s pants until he found what he was looking for. His shoddily held together mask slipped down and revealed a beaming grin as he held up a small pistol for the doctor to see.

“Perfect! Always a reliable boy,” Cioccolata praised, flicking a white cube into his pet’s waiting mouth. He turned his attention back to his anxious captives, “If the experiment goes well, I’ll gladly let the two of you live. Though, I don’t know if you’ll want to.”

It happened in a millisecond. He pointed the pistol straight at Bruno and pulled the trigger once. Something much thinner than a bullet shot right through Bruno’s black and white suit into his bicep. You rushed forward to help him as he cried out in pain, immediately ripping the foreign object out of his arm and throwing it to the floor like it was made of fire. It appeared to be some kind of small, pink dart.

“Stay back!” Bruno shouted at you, feeling warmth spread from the sight of injection throughout his upper body. Whatever was in the dart worked immediately, and as you made eye contact you watched his frantic pupils dilate to the point that you could no longer see a hint of his bright blue irises. Panic flooded through you as you watched him struggle, fearing that he was in real pain. You turned up to shout obscenities at Cioccolata, demanding to know what he’d done, but the doctor’s unhinged look of pure delight gave you pause.

“I wouldn’t take my eyes off of him if I were you,” He said, clucking his tongue. You noticed that Secco was leaned over the edge of the scaffolding, angling a video camera your direction.

Bruno’s heavy breathing brought your attention back. He was sweating bullets, normally kempt raven hair sticking to his forehead. His eyes flicked up and down your body as his chest heaved. Fear gripped you as you realized he looked like a cornered feral animal, “Bucciarati…are you o-”

“[Y/n]…” He practically growled, limbs twitching, drool dripping from his parted lips, “Run.”

You didn’t need him to tell you twice. The entrance to the warehouse was twenty to thirty feet away. If you could just get outside, you could flag down Abbacchio and Giorno who stood as lookouts for backup.

You got hardly ten feet before something wrapped around your waist and slammed you backwards onto the hard metal floor, knocking the air out of you. Your veins ran ice cold as whatever it was immediately hooked its arms beneath your shoulders and began to drag you backwards. You kicked out wildly and screamed bloody murder, trying to dig your soles into the floor just enough to keep from being taken.

In a last ditch effort to escape, you turned your head down to bite the arms that constricted your chest. Horrified, you realized they belonged to Sticky Fingers.

“Bucciarati, stop!” You cried out, terribly confused. Sticky Fingers stopped and heaved you sideways so that Bruno stood at your feet, looming over you. His breathing was even more erratic, and his hands were visibly trembling. A single tear leaked from his blown out eyes.

“I’m so sorry,” He whispered. You tried to jerk out of the stand’s grasp as it suddenly gripped the sides of your shirt and ripped it open in a flurry of movement. Bruno’s eyes pierced your bare chest with his unhinged gaze, and suddenly he was on you like a rabid wolf. Lips, hands, teeth, breath- all of it gliding along your body at once with no regard for your sobs of protest.

Bruno and Sticky Fingers made quick work of your clothing, stripping you naked in a matter of seconds. All you could do was beg your capo to stop as he exposed you to the world, and all he could do was mutter apology after apology. He gripped your hair painfully and pressed his body against you, rutting his clothed, painfully hard erection against your lower abdomen and panting in your ear.

“[Y/n], [y/n]…I have to. I need to…”

“Bucc-Bruno, please don’t do this,” You wept. Bruno bypassed removing his pants altogether by just zipping the top half of them off completely, freeing his throbbing length. It hit your bare stomach with a sickening slap and bile rose in your throat. Sticky Fingers tightened its grip on your arms as you struggled, but you managed to kick Bruno hard in the thigh.

“You bitch,” He shouted, hands moved impossibly fast, digging his nails into your flailing legs so hard they pierced your skin. His voice sounded like it came from another entity altogether. You never even thought it possible for Bruno to get so enraged.

Just as fast as his fury came it disappeared into dust. His face immediately twisted into sadness and he threw himself against you, letting out a slew of apologies against your ear. You stopped struggling and just cried, completely stunned and profoundly conflicted. On the one hand, the man you trusted the most in this world was going to violate you beyond repair. On the other hand, it wasn’t him. It wasn’t Bruno. It was the enemies that stood proudly above you, lazily gratifying their own members to your despair.

Like a man possessed, Bruno pushed your thighs apart painfully wide and began frotting against your bare folds. His groveling melted into mumbling incoherently about all of the ways he’s wanted to fuck you ever since the day you met. It pained you deeply to think that your friendship might have been nothing but Bruno biding his time, waiting for the day you would accede to his desire. You tried to shake the thought from your head. It isn’t Bruno, it isn’t Bruno.

From somewhere above, you heard Secco cackle wildly. The tip of Bruno’s cock found its way into your entrance, and the burning stretch immediately brought fresh tears to your eyes.

Bruno pressed on, despite the fact that your body rejected him fully. It was agony, your role model’s thick, dry length impaling you inch by excruciating inch. His lips met your neck and sucked angry red marks into your clammy skin. It felt like he was splitting you in two. Sticky Fingers gripped your arms so tightly one of your shoulders felt dangerously close to popping out of its socket.

“Looks like I was right again, Secco. Even Santo Bucciarati can’t fight nature,” You shook your head violently, feeling the room spin. Stop talking…you thought. Stop talking, stop talking, it isn’t him!

After eons, Bruno finally bottomed out inside of you. Even sitting still, the thrum of pain you felt around his cock was immense. Your eyes wrenched closed, refusing to watch as Bruno took your body for his own.

“Please,” You whimpered one final time, appealing to some part of Bruno you desperately hoped was still lurking beneath the surface of whatever possessed him. You were granted no such appeal.

“Fuck,” He growled, moving inside of you, dick dragging along your walls like barbed wire. He felt your hot, sticky tears against his cheek as his sweat-slicked face leaned against yours, and in his first act of kindness dragged his tongue along them, “Don’t cry, bella…you’re taking me so well…” His hips snapped against you as his hands roamed your body, grasping at whatever flesh was within his reach. Even Sticky Fingers made small sounds as his user canted deep inside of you.

Bruno moaned aloud when your pussy clamped on his length for the briefest of moments as he hit a spot that, under other circumstances, would have felt incredible. Instead, it only made you sick. A cloying feeling scratching at your guts as he fucked you with wild abandon.

His thrusts became more erratic once his lips found yours. You fought as hard as you could, clamping your lips shut and turning your face away from him. Sticky Fingers didn’t hesitate to painfully grab your jaw and snap your head back to center, using its thick digits to pry open your mouth and give its owner access. Bruno moaned into your mouth when his tongue met yours, and it took everything inside of you not to retch as it slid along your throat.

“God, fuck,” He pulled away from you, wrapping his arms around your neck and penetrating your hole at a brutal pace, “I love you, [y/n],” Your stomach dropped, “I love you, I love you, I-” His hips stuttered as his release hit him suddenly, his seed spurting deep within you all at once. You whimpered pitifully at its warmth, disgusted at the feeling of his thick semen coating your walls.

Cioccolata slowly clapped. Secco proudly showed him from what great angles he managed to film the fall of Bucciarati.

Bruno clung to you for several minutes after his orgasm, when all you wanted him to do was leave you alone to mourn. His body trembled against yours. When he finally pulled away, you saw that his eyes, the real Bruno’s eyes, were filled to the brim with tears. You never saw him look so pained. He tried to speak, but no words came. Sticky Fingers faded away, and you collapsed into a heap on the floor.

Bruno pulled himself from you and bellowed into the endless abyss of the hangar until his throat was raw.

Diavolo’s guards held true to their word. They didn’t kill you that night, or any other night. They simply collected their data, and left the two of you to wallow in your shattered new reality.

*all original work is my intellectual property. do not edit or re-upload.

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mxnsters-by-nxture-archive · 3 years

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so....

(CW: Really harsh language ahead- I will be nothing but honest here, and, trust me, fellas; this bitch is gonna go OFF. Apologies in advance.)

oh and please don’t rb

time to answer some questions. Before I abandon this blog for good and leave it decaying in a river; exposing only half its flesh for the flies, maggots, and harsh weather as its preserved, soggy, gooey half in water remains as a testament of what has become of this blog and AU as a whole.

let’s just...get this over with.

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-Are you Yorsh/Yorshs/DumbPointyAnimeShades?

No, I am not, nor am I nowhere near associated with Yorsh and the development of Heinoustuck- though I have helped with providing details and resources needed for its fanmade continuation, Heinoustuck^2: Mutation Continuation prior to falling out due to drama within the server, as well as the archival of said information on epoch-of-transmutation and a now-defunct OC blog I once had.

While I feel kiiiiinda flattered by the assumption, I also feel like I’m robbing Yorsh of the support they deserve. So, go search for their socials and give them all your sweet messages. I’m the last person deserving of it.

-What has gone down in the HS^2 server?

Short answer: Slurs were thrown by the mods, and several users, myself included, left over it.

Long answer....that’s a private one. The details of what has happened is shared between my friends and I, and I don’t know if I really do want to make this information public.

What I will say is that after one of the mods, who is evidently young, said a certain slur, another mod, whom I will call “S” came to their defense; keep in mind that, iirc, S is a 22-23 year old, while the other mod is in their young teens. S went on to berate us- claiming that we need thicker skin and that “they managed to go through life by becoming like Vriska” and that we are all a bunch of Tavroses, while spicing their rant with the N-word (S is not a black person- they have shown us their selfies). It was after they called one of the users calling them out the same N word (but with the hard “r” this time), that I packed my shit and left.

I have even more details surrounding this, but, as I said, I’m not chill rn with sharing this publicly (though I will do so via DMs towards individuals whom I REALLY trust). However, in spite of S’ actions, please don’t direct your anger towards Ivanodery; they are a 13 year old kid on the net and, thanks to S’ influence, are bound to mess up. The LAST thing they deserve is harassment and harsh words thrown at them. What they NEED is GUIDANCE. If you REALLY want to throw fling some shit using a slingshot, direct it towards S.

-What will become of HSHM?

HSHM is now officially cancelled. Discontinued. Finito. The project is deader than dead- reduced to cracked bone shards piercing the earth.

I am no longer comfortable with anything and everything Pokemon anymore; its fanbase has always been a source of strife for me, as I often found myself in drama with other users on the net- users whom are almost a decade older than me, ever since G6 (when I was barely 13 fucking years old, yikes...).

It was after BringBackNationalDex, after witnessing the harassment my acquaintances faced from the movement and the subsequent anxiety attacks and fake memories that followed - literally believing that it’s best if I was dead than be surrounded by Dexers and get “eaten” by their vast numbers swallowing me whole - that it was enough. My attacks had my friends concerned, and they even begged me to leave the fanbase and franchise in a ditch for my own sake.

While it was a sad decision to make, and it wasn’t easy trying to get over a line of video games that was there for me ever since I was a child - i felt like there were chains of memories (no pun intended) keeping my bound to the games -, I’ve managed to finally stop giving a fuck about it all over time. Every news of a new Pokemon game being released only makes me feel unimaginable, deep dread, and I don’t want this to be my fucking eternity, damn it.

They want to keep on bowing down to a Poketuber who, time and time again, showcased deep-running transphobia, racism, cop-boot-licking, and even antisemitism (DISTANTKINGDOM)? Fffffffine by fucking me! I am just gonna stop myself right here, because I know I might throw in even less-tastier words the more I talk about this. Fuck me.

-Will you still be there in the Heinoustuck community?

I don’t know.

I just....I wish I had the answer, myself. It has been a part of me, but I also feel like it’s kinda best if I try to move on? I just can’t find the words for what I am feeling rn.

The archives will still be up, don’t get me wrong. However, if S finds this post and sends their widdle goons after me....guess it’s time to say “bye-bye” to it.

_________________________

I know these aren’t all the questions that you may have, and I am ready to answer more as long as they aren’t related to the AU itself- as I said, it’s discontinued, and I don’t want to return to it for the betterment of my own mental health and out of self-respect.

Hasta la vista, ya squares.

#Heinoustuck #Heinoustuck^2 #HSHM #sayonara i fucking guess.#gore mention cw #body horror mention

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turtle-paced · 4 years

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Revisiting Chapters: Jon VII, ACoK

Short ACoK chapters, short ACoK recaps.

The story so far…

After splitting up from the main body of the Night’s Watch on their recon mission, Jon has climbed a bunch of rocks and spared a prisoner. He hasn’t found the information they’re looking for.

Knowing People

After the scene is set with the squad camping before the descent to the Milkwater, Jon approaches Qhorin to have a chat about that last encounter with Ygritte. By chat he means unburden himself. He tells Qhorin pretty much everything, starting with the offer to defect.

What he gets, though, is information in return. Qhorin here helps us get an idea of who Mance Rayder is. A music-lover, to start with, which is already a good indication that Mance is a fan of stories and self-expression. Plus he liked women, and didn’t like taking orders. Qhorin thinks this was in his blood.

He’s got more general comments, too, applied:

“Only fools like Thoren Smallwood despise the wildlings. They are as brave as we are, Jon. As strong, as quick, as clever. But they have no discipline. They name themselves the free folk, and each one thinks himself as good as a king and wiser than a maester. Mance was the same.”

This does tell us a bit about the biases of the characters south of the Wall. After all, isn’t every person as good as a king? Or rather, isn’t the king no better than any other person? They’re all people. Order and obedience to social so-called superiors are framed as inherently good, rather a context-dependent virtue.

That said, it’s an idea Jon needs to be exposed to, as part of his arc. This will be built on throughout ASoS and ADWD.

Jon admits to sparing Ygritte, something which does not shock Qhorin. Qhorin prompts him to give his reasoning. It’s simple enough - Jon did not think that Ygritte needed to die. She was not evil, he was not acting in self-defence, and without her horn and her weapons, she didn’t pose a threat to their mission.

This part of the interaction confuses Jon.

“Then why did you command [Ygritte’s death] of me?”

“I did not command it. I told you to do what needed to be done, and left you to decide what that would be.”

Qhorin explains that too. “To lead men, you must know them,” he tells Jon. Ygritte’s death didn’t matter to him, for the reasons that Jon spared her. This was a test for Jon, to see what he would judge necessary and how he would react to the independence.

Third Eye

Jon settles down for a nap after talking with Qhorin. He watches Ghost leave before he does, and then once he falls asleep, he’s right into a dream sequence. Initially, it’s from Ghost’s PoV.

There were five of them when there should have been six, and they were scattered, each apart from the others. He felt a deep ache of emptiness, a sense of incompleteness. The forest was vast and cold, and they were so small, so lost. His brothers were out there, and his sister, but he had lost their scent.

Ghost’s PoV? Or Jon’s? What’s the difference, in this dream? Jon doesn’t feel anything particularly unnatural or wrong about sharing Ghost’s body in this state. While alien to the reader, Jon’s own subconscious does not seem to register this as anything out of the ordinary.

Jon then hears a voice addressing him. By name. Clearly recognising him within his wolf. Jon describes the power in the call and recognises his brother. But when he turns, he sees not a wolf, but a tree.

It seemed to sprout from solid rock, its pale roots twisting up from a myriad of fissures and cracks. The tree was slender compared to other weirwoods he had seen, no more than a sapling, yet it was growing as he watched, its limbs thickening as they reached for the sky. Wary, he circled the trunk until he came to the face. Red eyes looked at him. Fierce eyes they were, yet glad to see him. The weirwood had his brother’s face. Had his brother always had three eyes?

Not always, came the silent shout. Not before the crow.

This is enough context to tell us that the brother referred to is Bran. Bran depicted as a young weirwood, growing rapidly. Not only does this indicate that there might be some difference in the nature of Bran’s powers as compared to Jon’s - Bran being in the tree as well as having the connection to his wolf - it’s also clearly a representation of a young magic-user gaining a lot of power very quickly.

There’s something a bit more concerning going on in the fact that Bran’s tree smells of death and darkness as well as wolf, boy, and earth. What exactly this is and means is unclear. Bran himself doesn’t seem to think it’s an issue, though, as he says.

Don’t be afraid, I like it in the dark. No one can see you, but you can see them. But first you have to open your eye. See? Like this. And the tree reached down and touched him.

Without further ado, this launches Jon not just into a wolf dream, but into a wolf. His wolf, awake and hunting in the moutains. Jon recognises the Skirling Pass immediately. When he looks into the valley below, however, he gets a bit of a shock. Below are thousands on thousands of people.

Their encampment had no plan to it; he saw no ditches, no sharpened stakes, no neat rows of horse lines. Everywhere crude earthen shelters and hide tents sprouted haphazardly, like a pox on the face of the earth. He spied untidy mounds of hay, smelled goats and sheep, horses and pigs, dogs in great profusion. Tendrils of dark smoke rose from a thousand cookfires.

This is no army, no more than it is a town. This is a whole people come together.

Before Jon can do anything else, he hears wings, and gets swooped by an eagle.

The Chase Begins

This understandably disturbs Jon’s sleep. His fellow watchmen also want an explanation for why, on this serious sneaking mission, Jon’s randomly started yelling for his wolf. Jon manages a barely-coherent explanation about his dream that includes the detail of a glacier he saw. Stonesnake, however, recognises that detail.

With that, things get a bit more serious. Qhorin gets Jon to recap the dream for him.

“Skinchanger?” said Ebben grimly, looking at the Halfhand. Does he mean the eagle? Jon wondered. Or me?

[…]

“The cold winds are rising. Mormont feared as much. Benjen Stark felt it as well. Dead men walk and the trees have eyes again. Why should we balk at wargs and giants?”

There is a quick, practical acceptance of the use of Jon’s talents. If there’s any freaking out (including from Jon), it’s kept internal. It’s just something that has to be dealt with. The group presses on, with no sign of Ghost. There is an eagle, though, staying out of bowshot.

And then they find Ghost, who’s been attacked by a large bird. Nobody comments on it explicitly, but given the end of Jon’s dream and the wounds they’ve now found on Ghost, this verifies what Jon dreamed.

This would also indicate to the Watchmen that the eagle still hanging around just out of bowshot is the eagle that attacked Ghost, and therefore probably a skinchanger. They’ve been spotted. So they decide to run. It’s a creepy sort of pursuit, given that their only known pursuer is an eagle.

All night they rode, feeling their way up the twisting pass and through the stretches of broken ground. The wind grew stronger. Sometimes it was so dark that they dismounted and went ahead on foot, each man leading his garron. Once, Ebben suggested that some torches might serve them well, but Qhorin said, “No fire,” and that was the end of that. They reached the bridge at the summit and began to descend again. Off in the darkness a shadowcat screamed in fury, its voice bouncing off the rocks so it seemed as though a dozen other ‘cats were giving answer. Once Jon thought he saw a pair of glowing eyes on a ledge overhead, as big as harvest moons.

In the dark and the cold, with unsteady footing, where the natural world may be as hostile as their pursuers, who are an unknown distance behind and who are tracking them from the air. Before dawn, Qhorin tells Squire Dalbridge (established earlier as an excellent archer) to hold off pursuit. The eagle is a priority target, should Dalbridge see him.

He’s staying to die, Jon realised.

But for all that, it’s only just after dawn when the remaining Watchmen hear the sound of hunting horns. They’ve got all the head start they’re going to get. The chase is now on in earnest.

Chapter Function

This chapter leads into and justifies Qhorin’s decision to ask Jon to go undercover with the Free Folk. Jon’s telling Qhorin that he was made an offer to swap sides lets Qhorin know that Jon’s got integrity and commitment to the Watch; Jon’s refusal to kill Ygritte and to admit this fact shows moral independence. When given an important decision, Jon was willing to make his own call, and questioning shows his reasoning. Jon also listens to what Qhorin has to say about Mance and about the Free Folk more generally. The combination is what allows Qhorin to make that request.

Politically, this chapter also reveals what the deal with the Free Folk is, and that deal is mass migration. Jon was expecting an army. There’s definitely military force there, but the substance to this reveal is that all the villages were empty because the Free Folk, as a whole, are doing something they’ve never truly done before - uniting. The why of that is left unclear, but ‘in the face of a greater threat’ seems reasonable in light of the spooky stuff the reader has also seen going on.

This chapter also advances the magical plot, waking Jon up to his powers as a warg, and showing Bran’s magical advancement. Instead of staying mysterious, though, the impacts of the magical on the mundane are immediately apparent and require immediate mundane response. The rules of magic may be mysterious, but magic can also have some very practical applications. Jon’s dream provides the military intelligence that the scouting mission were after in the first place.

Miscellany

“Shadows are friends to men in black,” Qhorin says, but it seems for all his experience Qhorin’s not an arctic camo expert.

Clothing Porn

As usual for a Watch chapter, everyone’s wearing black. Stonesnake has a ragged fur cloak.

Food Porn

Also as usual for a Watch chapter, food porn is limited. Salt beef, yum yum.

Next Three Chapters

Jon IX, ADWD - The Princess in the Tower, AFFC - Dany X, AGoT

#ASoIaF #valyrianscrolls #revisiting chapters #jon snow #a clash of kings

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moonlit-doodles · 3 years

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a few people expressed interest so here’s the introduction to paradosso dell’anima (soul paradox)

also known as “oops my wacky stand yeeted me into a time paradox and now i’m meeting my biological father who is alive question mark??”

the majority of it will be behind the cut! it’s somewhere around 2500 words

“Proceeding examination nine, trial one. The date is twenty-seven of September, 2003. Subject Giorno Giovanna. Birthdate sixteen of April, 1985. Subject is eighteen years old. One hundred eighty-five centimeters, seventy-five kilograms. All blood levels normal. No injuries nor abnormalities. Perfect health as always, Mr. Giovanna.”

Giorno remained where he was, seated calmly in the center of the pristine room. He flipped through an album of photos, fingertips barely brushing each page.

“Thank you. Go on; I have other appointments today. Let’s make this quick.”

“Subject is a Stand user with the life-giving ability known as Gold Experience. Mr. Giovanna is still the only known Stand user with mastery over a Requiem ability. Gold Experience Requiem, otherwise called simply by Requiem or G.E.R., possesses capabilities still not yet fully surmised. These trials are, as always, conducted to learn more about the Stand arrow and Requiem abilities. Dr. Kujo is present once more as the Speedwagon Foundation’s primary observer. Examination nine, trial one, proceeding now. Mr. Giovanna, if you will please pierce your Stand with the arrow; Dr. Kujo, if you will kindly explain what is happening for the records.”

“Gold Experience.”

As his Stand shimmered into view, Giorno set the unshut album aside and rose to his feet. At his other side, the arrowhead with its gnawed shaft rested on a fold of silken cloth. He took it from its place and twirled it once in his fingers; it was habit at this point.

“Giorno has called Gold Experience to his side and picked up the Stand arrow,” Kujo narrated.

This was how it went every time, of course. It had become a sort of routine. Every once in a while, the Speedwagon Foundation would call and ask that Giorno come in and do some experimenting with his Stand. Something he’d never really pursued or spent time on before—now a semi-regular part of his collaborations with the Foundation. It wasn’t usually due to much drive on his part, of course. They asked questions and he asked his Stand if those questions could be answered.

There had been a trial period. After taking over Passione, he’d successfully settled himself at the top of the Foundation’s watch list. His heritage made it difficult for them to trust him. Now, they trusted him just fine so long as he didn’t carry an arrow on hand. So long as Jotaro Kujo was nearby.

As always, there was a sharp jolt of pain as he struck Gold Experience with the arrow—but it was always over quickly, and he adapted sooner each time.

“Gold Experience’s armor is cracking and bursting, the same way as always. Requiem is stirring; now showing its face.”

Giorno sensed the same greeting as it emerged—it was growing more familiar, a Stand that felt more and more like his own as he further grew and learned to understand its abilities. He still couldn’t bring himself to address GER as a ‘he,’ however, not the same way he addressed Spice Girl with feminine pronouns. Trish, too, had taken some time before referring to her Stand the same way.

GER didn’t speak very often; only when Giorno asked questions or when it felt words were necessary, or when Giorno’s intent was for the Stand to speak their shared thoughts. Upon report of such an observation, the Foundation had determined it to be an indication of absolute control, trust, and confidence. That much, too, explained why Trish’s Spice Girl was quieter now than before, and why Mista’s Sex Pistols fought amongst one another less and less.

There was no need to speak with your Stand if you trusted it wholeheartedly.

“Gold Experience Requiem is prepared to respond to all forms of testing,” Giorno reported at last, his tone smooth. His skin tingled, but under the brilliant lighting he couldn’t tell whether it glowed as it had the first time. “Let’s remember not to repeat any unchanged trials. We have made it clear that my Stand shares my distaste for repetition.”

“We will be proceeding on to the next phase of our examinations,” came the response. “Such a mistake will not be made again.”

The repeated test had been a learning experience for them all. GER had reacted to Giorno’s brief irritation and punished the nearest worker with an attack. He had died twice before Giorno understood enough to hurriedly cut the cycle and repair the damage. He had been careful to monitor his own temperament on each trial since.

“Zero,” Kujo said. “Today we’re experimenting more closely with the ‘zero’ that we’ve witnessed before. While we have tested all of Requiem’s base capabilities including range and speed, we have yet to run trials that will allow us to better understand how the cycle of life and death play a role in its powers. Giorno, I’d like you to create any mammal from the pen on your right and allow us to monitor its vitals.”

“Understood, Kujo-san.”

Giorno settled himself back into the seat as GER picked up the pen; the examination went on for longer than he thought necessary, and he found that his eyes kept turning up and away from the photo album, towards the clock. He’d be late at this rate. Late to ditch his bodyguards. Late to meet with Trish and Mista and Fugo. Today was important, and yet here he was looking through a bunch of the Foundation’s photos left sitting around while his Stand performed magic tricks.

“Gold Experience Requiem will act under my will but I have yet to understand how or why it loops,” Giorno said frankly. “If this will help you come up with an answer, then so be it. However. Let’s please wrap this up shortly. I do have an organization to be running.”

“You’re not working today,” Kujo muttered abrasively. “Just visiting a grave, aren’t you? Your team won’t mind if you’re a few minutes behind schedule and if I’m going to fly out to Italy then I’d like for it to be worth my time. Your dead friend can wait.” When he was met with silence, he jerked his chin to the door. “I didn’t see you rushing for the door when we received news of your stepfather’s death.”

Giorno’s thumb caught and dragged on the edge of a page, skin slicing open in the same moment that he looked up and met Kujo’s gaze, his eyes burning. The small hare on the desk heaved one final breath before being broken from the cycle and reverting back into a pen. GER tilted back into place, a hand braced on the back of the chair as it settled behind its master.

“You’re right,” Giorno said. “This man meant more to me than any father ever has. I don’t know how you gathered word of where I will be going and to whom, but, Kujo-san, I’d like you to know that it will not be tolerated. You tread a thin line. I’ve offered plenty to the Speedwagon Foundation and asked nothing in return. I am allowing you and this Foundation to study my Stand abilities. Who is it that has made the greatest commitment here? Will you relinquish to me all of the intricate details of Star Platinum’s abilities?”

Silence.

“I didn’t think so.” Giorno rose to his feet. GER healed the papercut with a touch. “I’ve willingly given the Foundation information about myself, about Requiem, and about the defeated Stand with the ability to skip time—as well as the Requiem ability of Jean Pierre Polnareff before his death. What am I receiving? You all think that my ties to Dio make me the same, don’t you? I don’t receive technological or medical benefits, nor do I receive the intel that you collect from other Stand users in my own territory. All I get is a tentative promise that you won’t needlessly strike me down. A promise that could be broken the moment I step within five kilometers of one of these stone masks you keep having me send my people after. Why not gather your own team of Stand users?”

Giorno lifted the album and flipped back to an old, colorless photo. “Perhaps you forget,” he said with a hum, “that I, too, am a Joestar.” He lifted his free hand to touch his fingertips lightly to the crook of his neck and shoulder. “Or does this birthmark mean nothing? Does my status as Dio’s bastard son mean that I don’t count?”

“You aren’t a part of the family,” came Kujo’s answer, his voice cold. “The only reason you have that birthmark is because your father, Dio, stole the body of a man greater than himself. Your very existence is contingent on Dio’s envy and malice. That aside, if even your mother didn’t want you then how am I to trust you?”

“My mother was a negligent whore. Consider yourself lucky to have been raised by two loving parents.”

“Don’t you dare bring my parents into this.”

“Aren’t they relevant? We’re speaking of mine, why not regard yours? Had I been your brother, would we be arguing now the same way we always do?”

“No. I’d have killed you.”

“You’re no better than my stepfather, then.” Giorno tapped his fingernail on the old photo, staring at it contemplatively. “I think your opinion would be different if I was born to your ancestor. I think your ancestor’s opinion would be different, too. How is your family, by the way? Did you abandon them across the sea again?”

“At least I have a family.”

The room fell into a deathly silence.

Broken only by the loud snap as Giorno shut the photo album, eyes glimmering with anger.

He inhaled slowly as he set the book aside. “Kujo-san, you do not want to make me into your enemy. Whether you like it or not, we are related by blood. I may not be what you consider family but Jonathan Joestar is my biological father. I have no fangs. No neck scar. I don’t have a single mole dotting my left ear, in fact. Not one. I was born into this body and this life. I did not choose my parents, nor did they choose me. I am not supposed to exist, but I am here, and that is an indisputable truth.”

“You, Jotaro Kujo.”

GER’s voice. The same as Giorno’s, save for his even, robotic tone.

“At least you have a family.”

“Enough,” Giorno said. He lifted the silk cloth to rest in his palm and extended the other towards GER. “We’re done for today. Let’s return the arrow to Polnareff. I will see you again soon.”

GER’s eyes met his, calculating. “Yes,” it said. “We will meet again soon.”

He saw that it had picked up the album, cradling it gently in both hands. And then—he felt, suddenly, that the distance between them did not close. That it only grew. That he was no longer standing in the room he’d been in before, wasn’t even standing on solid ground.

There was a rush of colors. For a moment Giorno thought he saw Bucciarati drifting past him. Bucciarati and Narancia and Abbacchio. All of them. By the time his arm outstretched—his fingers closed around empty air.

Panic caught his breath and stole it away. What was happening? Where was Gold Experience? Was this its doing? Had he lost control?

Had he been attacked by his own Stand?

He was falling through a rainbow headfirst, the hairtie ripping away from his braid, pins wrenched back by the force of his fall. Even a brooch pulled away from his jacket. His hair came undone, whipping about his face. Locks of gold that blotted out the vivid reds and blues and violets as they passed him by.

“Where are you taking me?” he breathed, his voice quivering with fear. “Where are you—shi—!”

He struck the ground, cracking the back of his head against hard pavement. All the breath left his body. Rain pelted his face but in a haze of pain and shock and still-ongoing panic he hardly felt it. Why was the ground vibrating? Goddamnit, his head hurt. Where was his Stand? Where was the arrow?

Giorno groaned the moment he managed to breathe, then began to cough, rolling onto his side.

“Shit,” he hissed, pressing his fingertips to the back of his head, unsurprised when they came back bloodied. His hair fell over his face as he rolled again, bracing himself on an elbow to try to get up. Where was he? He had to figure that much out first. “Gotta get up,” he told himself, biting back another coughing fit. “Just gotta—get up, Giorno…”

The moment he started to push himself up off the ground, a wave of nausea rolled up his spine, sent goosebumps fluttering along his arms and bile rising in the back of his throat. He fell, braced on his forearms, mouth tucked against his wrist. His vision blurred and darkened. Dangerous. Dangerous. Where was he?

“Blimey! Is that someone there on the walk? Whoa, whoa!”

The vibrations must have been—hooves? A couple of horses? The rain striking the back of his head was painful now that he knew it was there. Approaching footfalls. Shorter than Mista. Shorter than Trish, even. And was that English he’d heard? With an accent of some sort?

Was he in danger?

“Y’alright, kid? Oi, can you hear me?”

Giorno half-turned, stared over his shoulder at the blurred figure of someone he thought he should recognize. Long and curly hair. A diamond-patterned top hat and a coat thrown to shield him from the wind and rain. The man stopped—hesitated, just for a moment. What he was thinking in that moment, Giorno would never be able to tell. But it sure as hell seemed like they were both sizing one another up. Like the man recognized the panic in his eyes for what it was and knew better than to approach a wild animal with an injury on the side of a road.

Then the moment was over. Whatever he’d seen, this stranger had decided that Giorno wasn’t a threat.

“What’s your name, kid?” He convulsed as a hand met his shoulder, his vision wavering again as he was tugged into an upright position. “Aw, shit. Alright, lemme—here, think you could help me get you up? You’re mighty tall, y’know, for such a tiny bloke. Oh—”

Giorno fell forward into the stranger’s arm, his vision going black.

“—…guess not.”

The man sighed, pulling his coat from his shoulders and throwing it over Giorno’s body before heaving the boy up into his arms. “Bloody hell, I’ll be late to JoJo and the others at this rate won’t I? Well, couldn’t just leave ‘im aside to get picked clean by birds ‘n’ all them blasted thugs. They’d never forgive me.” He climbed up into the wagon and set the kid down. “Least the missus’ll be able to help the poor thing.”

He tipped up the brim of his hat to stare out at the moon, half-covered by clouds, then glanced back at the trembling boy in his backseat and heaved a sigh.

“How do you tell you’re gettin’ older?” he asked himself aloud, settling back into the driver’s seat and taking the reins in hand. “Imagining deadmen in the alleyways? C’mon, now, giddyup. Let’s go. Might as well bring another surprise home to those Joestars. They’ll be delighted.”

#paradosso dell'anima #jjba #vento aureo #giorno giovanna #not art

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tora-the-cat · 5 years

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OK. So. It had been brought to my attention that I may be speaking from a higher plane of existence earlier.

I'm gonna do my best to lay everything here out both for everyone's peace of mind and because I have more to say then I should and my skull is a meager prison.

@ lippeeria @ dairymold @ gingersnapdragonspice you DID NOT ask for this but you DID encorage it so I’m dragging you down with me.

Let’s unpack this piece by piece, shall we?

1. “Might Go Feral.”

A warning

2. “Might Galaxy Brain”

A prediction.

3. about Kabuto being Shin after he faked his death

I believe this is where I started to lose people. Hear me out.

I. physical similarities

-they both have grey hair. it's different shades in the anime, sure, but I'd hazard to guess that it isn't in the manga b/c it's all black and white.

-Kabuto's haircut in one of the youngest pics I could find of him had a haircut very similar to that of Shin. It is also the haircut he seems to have when he meets orochimaru.

-thy both have black eyes.

-Kabuto is only 3 centimeters taller then Shin

-Shin has bags under his eyes. Kabuto is the closest thing Naruto has to Long Suffering College Grad Energy, and thus spiritually has bags under his eyes.

-I don't know enough about drawing or character modeling or whatever to add much here.

-they both have terrible fashion sense.

II. Histories/timeline

Ok, cold, hard facts first.

-Kabuto was taught Medical Ninjutsu at a very young age by Nono.

-Nono named Kabuto. Kabuto means 'helmet'.

-Danzo threatened to cut the funding for Nono's orphanage unless Nono gave him one of the orphans off record

-Kabuto overheard and volenteered.

-Kabuto entered ROOT under Danzo

-He specializes in Medical Ninjtusu and Infiltration.

-He was freqently sent out of village for missions.

-Shin means 'new'.

-We don't know how old Shin was

So, let me spin you a shadow:

Your name is Kabuto. Or, at least, your given name is Kabuto- given by a woman who heads an orphanage and found you in a ditch without memories. You don’t mind, though- Nono is the kindest person ever, probably, and Kabuto means Helmet. A helmet is armour for the head- a protector. You think it was probably meant to be teasing, when she gave it, but you still take pride in it anyway.

She teaches you how to heal because you beg her to, because you want to help her get more money to heal. She was already tight on money before you got here, you’ve heard, and you don’t want to make her life any harder. She deserves so much better then that. She deserves the world, but you don’t have that yet. The most you can give her is your attention, and whatever skill you might have.

Her smile is sad when you ask the first six times, but, by the seventh you’ve noticed a dent in the amount of food she can buy each week, and she accepts after she makes you promise that it’s what you want to do. She warns you that it’s hard, that healing takes years to master for ever seasoned chakra users, and paitently starts you on basic chakra techniques.

Two months later she gapes at you when you approach her at lunch, hands glowing with green light, and hugs you. She calls you a genius and pets your head, and you can’t tell if she’s whispering it as a blessing or a curse, but you know she’s wrong for the first time.

You aren’t a genius. If you were, then you’d be able to find a way to give her everything she wants. As it is, you can barely help her stay afloat.

Still, five months after you start learning you’ve revived 16 dead rats around the orphanage and are finally allowed to actually help Nono. By now, you’ve come to see the other kids as family- the younger ones bring you dead rodents to practice on, and the older ones pester you into eating and sleeping when you get caught up in your work. You wish you could do more but, for now, you are content.

And then a man named Danzo comes to the orphanage and you spy on him and Nono, and learn that he’s pressuring her into giving him a child from the orphanage for him to train up.

You know what you have to do- have to, because you can’t let it be anyone else, and you can’t let Nono tear herself up over having to pick one of you. You smirk as you slip out of the window the next night.

Kabuto, right? You protect the head- or, more specifically, the head of the orphanage.

You meet up with Danzo, and he demands to know why he should take you in particular. Your heart thuds nervously in your chest, and you have an idea. It’s risky, sure, and you were going to wait at least another week before trying it, but this entire thing is ‘risky’. You hold your hand to the space between your eyes, and you do the only thing you can- you heal, and hope it’ll be enough as you wisk off your glasses with clear vision.

Apparently that works, because you are stripped of your name and put though test after test after test, and then brought down to a bunker, where you are introduced to more nameless kids. Danzo-sama tells you that Konoha is built up by comradere and that this is your team, made up of a boy with coal eyes and a fish mask who looks maybe a year older then you, a boy with skin as pale as paper and a mouse mask who looks much younger then you, and a girl who looks almost exactly like the first boy with a frog mask. They all smile at you and you feel happy for the first time since you left the orphanage.

Weeks later, in quiet whispers, you are telling each other secrets- everything you can remember about your life before Danzo. You aren’t supposed to, you know, but you also know that you can’t forget Nono or any of the others, just like Fish and Frog- Shisui and Sumi- can’t forget their names. Mouse asks you what your name is, and you almost answer, but you don’t.

Kabuto, your mind whispers, but that isn’t right anymore. There isn’t really a head you want to protect- Sage knows you don’t give a shit about Danzo’s well being, not that you’ll ever say it.

You hesitate only a moment, and answer Shin. It means new, and it almost fits. Mouse repeats it, like it’s a spell, or something special, and you think one day it will.

Mouse looks up at you with big sad eyes, and says that he doesn’t remember his name, and you smile at him. You feel a wave of De ja vu as you offer to give him a name, and wonder if you looked as excited as he did when Nono gave you your name. You wonder if this was how she felt- nervous, but loving.

Your first thought is to name him after amour, like you were- Yoroi, maybe. The idea is a horrible one, though, and you know this. Here, with Danzo, in ROOT where you are now, no one can afford to be a protecter for someone else.

You name the boy ‘Sai’, something sharp and stabbing, and pray to the sage it’ll keep him alive as his eyes light with joy and he almost squeals.

(You make eye contact with Sumi- Frog, you can’t afford to make that slip audiably- and give a bitter smile. No one can afford to be a protecter, here, but you had a feeling it wouldn’t stop her any more then it would stop you.)

//lets put a pin in that for now and move on, cause I’m sure you get the point.

now, I believe we were at-

4. “and Shisui being a ROOT operative”

Ok so first off- I’m not taking Itachi Gaiden as cannon, mostly because I haven’t read it and also I’ve heard it directly contridicts me. Also I don’t have internet while I’m writing this part and probably won’t bother to fact check it, so sorry it isn’t as thorough as the last bit. Anyway.

-This entire idea is based on the fact that Shisui has his Mangyekyo when he’s so young, and it isn’t adressed in the Anime or Manga because he’s. Super dead.

-But, like, you can only get Mangyekyo by killing/watching the death of your most special person, right? Lets run with that.

5. “who got his mangyeko when Shin 'died' because the two of them were close”

Your name is Shisui Uchiha, and you’re never going to forget that. It’s repeated like a mantra in your head, over and over again, a constant buzz in the background.

Danzo has already taken so much- too much- from you and your twin sister, Sumi. He can’t have your names.

He already took Mouse’s first name, if he ever had one, and Sumi cried after she felt Snake’s chakra flicker and dim as he the two of you watched him give up his name for a lie. He will never have either of yours.

You live with “Sai” and “Shin” for years, and you are closer then anyone else could ever be. You don’t trust much, but you trust each other. You trust Shin to drop whatever he’s doing and heal any of you if you so much as bruise. You trust Sai to be a voice of reason despite being the youngest, even if his voice breaks all of your hearts every time you hear it get slightly more monotone. You trust Sumi to protect all of you, no matter what. And they trust you to be their heart, keep them as close to alive as they can be, with smiles and meaningful looks that are harder to draw from each of them each day.

Sometimes, Sumi and Sai go to sleep and it’s just you and Shin, and you plan. you scheme.

The four of you won’t die here. You can’t.

One day, Shin is taken away by Danzo-sama for a secret meeting. Danzo-sama tells him something and, for the first time since you tried to ask him about his actual name, he keeps a secret.

That night you watch him sigh, take a pill, and settle his face into something so cold it freezes you. It’s the face he wears when you stay up trying to plan your escape, but different, somehow. More resigned. more distant.

He starts pulling away from the three of you, after that day, and you get sent on more and more missions. A month after he started acting weird, Danzo-sama took the four of you up a mountain and seperated you- Shin and Sai went into the ravine, and you and Sumi went up the mountain. Danzo-sama coldly told you and Sumi to kill one another or you would both die, and left.

You panic. Sumi will always, always protect you, put you first, and you know that, but it’s still somehow a shock when she takes a kunai and moves to stab herself.

You’re fast, though, the fastest of the three of you by far, but still not quite fast enough. She stabs herself, and it isn’t fatal, but it makes you almost sob anyway, and you flash over to her and take the kunai from her. She makes eye contact with you, and it’s devestating to see the acceptance there. She expects you to kill her.

It was barely a thought in your mind, until she looked at you like it was the only choice she thought you had. Your hand shakes and you have a monsterous moment of consideration, before you come to your senses and knock her out.

You need to find Shin.

Shin’s chakra is impossible for you to find, as always- his has always been so muddled, so inconsistant, and you’ve never been much of a sensor anyway- but Sai’s is easy. For the first time in years, the boy is erratic and emotional, until it isn’t. until it’s still and muted, like he’s sleeping, and somehow you speed up even faster to find them. You see them and they’re laying side by side on the ground, almost like they’re sleeping together as they so often do, but dread pools in your stomach anyway.

You walk closer and neither of them look hurt, but you feel at their chakra and fuck fuck no please no please-

You’re by their side in a flash, and Shin smiles at you, and for the first time ever you don’t smile back. He’s dying. You can feel his chakra fading, and he looks at you and opens his mouth to speak and coughs up blood.

“You’re sick.” You observe dumbly, somewhere between detached and horrified. He rolls his eyes at you like he’s annoyed that you’re stating the obvious and then he finally manages to speak, and he gets halfway through his final demand to watch Sai before he breaks into a final coughing fit and dies.

Your eyes burn. At first they’re just tears and you ignore them entirely, but then Shin’s eyes go wide as they start to fade and you can see much more clearly, and the ever present mantra of your name gets louder and louder-

6. and then used his kotoamatsukami on Sai to keep him safe and in the dark, sorta morbidly parralelling Itachi a year or two later.

Shisui Uchiha.

Sai wakes up just as you’re finally managing to get a hold of yourself, and you don’t even know what you’re doing when you look him in eyes that are as red as yours must be- fuck- and whisper “Kotoamatsukami”.

You enter Sai’s head, and it’s tempting to take everything. To take all the happy memories he has of the four of you so he doesn’t feel the pain of killing Shin, but you can’t. He’s going to Danzo, and he can’t afford to have an ounce of humanity left.

Instead of soothing his pain, you tweak his mind so he thinks that he killed Shin himself, and tear out anything that even vaguely has anything to do with the Sharringan. You dull his and box away his emotions, so he never feels strongly enough to activate them again. Then you make him fall back asleep, forgetting you were even at the scene of Shin’s death, for Danzo to collect.

(You leave a child broken purposefully in the most traumatic way you can manage to the whims of a man who only wants to use him as an asset to a village that doesn’t really care about him, and you never get to fully appreciate how history repeats itself only a few years later.)

It’s all you can do. It can’t be enough, but it’s all you have.

You go back to Sumi and you choke on a sob as you do the same thing to her- you convince her that she killed you, that you got a stab in while you could, and that she bured you to ashes with a fire jutsu. You block off her chakra and emotions to avoid the sharringan too, and then you dissapear up the mountain.

You spend months up there, waiting for Danzo to find you, but he never does. You sneak back into the village, directly into the Uchiha compound, and slip into the Uchiha orphanage on a whim- just to see if you could. It’s not like you have anything left to loose.

You plead amnesia when people ask about your past, and exceed in the Academy, and meet a boy named Itachi and love him even if it hurts. You join the ANBU, and avoid Danzo for years, and never stop trying to find Sai and Sumi for a second.

In the end it’s danzo that almost kills you and you run once again, and you watch another of your most precious people develop the Mangyekyo, and it’s almost funny.

You fling yourself off of a cliff into a river, and laugh the whole way down, because you refuse to cry in your last moments.

(Your name is Kabuto, again, because you have killed Shin. You work for Danzo for years and never lay eyes on Sai again because you can’t afford to care about him, and you don’t really know what happened to Shisui but you can feel Sumi amoung the ranks, so he must be dead. You don’t have the chance to mourn him as you are sent on another mission, and you aren’t Kabuto for long.

Your name changes constantly, and you can almost convince yourself you don’t care. Years later the Uchiha massacare happens and you can barely bring yourself to care as you go on another mission for Danzo-

And meet Nono. And kill Nono. And meet Orochimaru. You think Shisui would find it funny, how consistantly fucked up your life is.)

7. IDK

A lie. I’ve thought about this a lot and there is nothing I don’t know.

#naruto #Kabuto Yakushi #ROOT #Shisui uchiha #sai #uchiha sai #uciha oc #ROOT!Shisui #shin #shin (naruto)#shin yakushi #Danzo Shimura #fuck danzo lives #nono yakushi #long post #kotoamatsukami #uchiha #naruto headcannon

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The art of disguise is — knowing how to hide in plain sight.

Name. ( 한주민 ) Han Jumin

Nickname. Ice Prince, Cat Lover

Age. Korean: 24 | International: 23

Star sign. Libra ( October 5th )

Religion. Christian ( brought up; former )

Sexual Orientation. Pansexual

Languages. Korean, Italian, Spanish, French, English & Arabic.

Height. 184 cm

Weight. 78 kg

Specialty. Acting, rehearsing, paperwork

Likes. Elizabeth the 2rd, reading, wine-tasting, walking

Dislikes. Big dogs, his father, tight schedules, stalkers

GENERAL DESCRIPTION.

Heir of the C&R International Company as well as the face of it, Han Jumin is widely known as the 'Ice Prince' due to being devoid of emotions everywhere else except in stage. .

BACKGROUND.

Still born heir of C&R International Company, he comes from a divorce caused by his womanizer father and, for a while, the man contemplated how lonely he felt raising a child on his own but that soon ended when he got married again. It's from childhood that he started to suppress emotions, his anger towards his father, the pity towards his mother, the anxiety he felt when responsibilities would be shoved at him and expected to be fulfilled with no mistakes—he started to suppress it all to the point of becoming numb. V, his best friend, had recommended him taking acting classes when in middle school, as a way to vent his emotions—and it worked, marvelously. His father, too, used this to his advantage ( having the upper hand ) and made Jumin take part of plays and musicals, to give an image of C&R that showed that they could truly cover all fields to satisfy people's needs.

VERSES.

MAIN VERSE.

TAG. 「 V000 ; Jumin ／ ᴵᵗ’ˢ ᵉᵃˢʸ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᶜᵃʳᵉˡᵉˢˢ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵒˢᵉ ᶜˡᵒˢᵉ ᵗᵒ ʸᵒᵘ 」

Pre-meeting MC.

His life is quite stressful therefore he surrounds his everyday with work, every possible role he can take—he’ll do it, main, extra, anything will do just not to think. Jumin Han has been labeled as a workaholic and they are right, but no one complains because even if he does fill his schedule to a madness point, it’s always impeccable without a single mistake done. That’s how much he’s devoted to acting and taking the role, the life of another character and feeling it as if it were his own. Whether it’s worse, better or something bittersweet—directors have the highest expectations out of him, and Jumin never disappoints.

MEETING MC VERSE.

TAG. 「 001 ; Jumin ／ ᴼⁿᵉ ᵐᵘˢᵗ ᵇᵉ ᶜᵃᵘᵗⁱᵒᵘˢ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ⁱⁿᶠᵒʳᵐᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵒᵇᵗᵃⁱⁿᵉᵈ ᵗʰʳᵒᵘᵍʰ ˢᵒᶜⁱᵃˡ ᵐᵉᵈⁱᵃ 」

Certainly, a new face brought a certain refreshing touch to his life despite under what circumstances they have joined the RFA. Someone so caring and understanding, it was nice to have such a company. Their personality was nice too, making Jumin trust them with ease regardless of not showing it. Of course, the RFA was divided into those who trusted and those who did not because of Rika’s words: she did trust them, which proved to be enough for Jumin and others.

PRE- V’S DEATH VERSE.

TAG. 「 002 ; Jumin ／ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵈᵃʸ ⁱˢ ᵃ ʲᵒʸᶠᵘˡ ᵐᵉᵐᵒʳʸ ⁱ ᵗʳᵉᵃˢᵘʳᵉ 」

Jumin is often seen smiling even after practice in the studio, he’s a content man who gets to hang out as often as he can with his best and childhood friend—someone he loves deeply and means the world for him to the point that a meeting everyday is a must: in his tight schedule he, somehow, manages to make an hour or even thirty minutes work. He has an unhealthy dependable relationship with V that neither had quite realized for he’s attached to him. Both depend on each other’s mood and situations to an extent. It’s safe to assume V is the reason Jumin is unable to connect with anyone emotionally wise speaking due himself having emotions towards V that are unclear for him.

AFTER V’S DEATH VERSE.

TAG. 「 003 ; Jumin ／ ʷʰᵉʳᵉ ⁱˢ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵘⁿ ? ᶠᵒʳ ⁱᵗˢ ᵈᵃʳᵏⁿᵉˢˢ ⁱˢ ᵇˡⁱⁿᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵐᵉ 」

After V died and Rika had to take care of the RFA, Jumin had changed drastically and for the worst. He had locked himself within his penthouse, always in the floor that is his place to live—never leaving, everyday losing weight and will to live despite maids leaving food inside his room and Elizabeth the 3rd being by his side. Jumin has severe depression and seems unable to move on, went as far as to quit acting. Calling it a hiatus and ditching everything he was currently working on, his father paying the price for everything which made him utterly mad but even a womanizer and easy to brainwash man like his father could understand what and who V meant to Jumin.

BAD ENDING VERSE.

TAG. 「 004 ; Jumin ／ ᴵ ᵍᵘᵉˢˢ ⁱᶠ ᴵ'ᵐ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵘˢᵉ ᵍᵒ ᵃʰᵉᵃᵈ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃⁿ ᶜᵘᵗ ᵐᵉ ˡᵒᵒˢᵉ 」

Failing to make Jumin slow down with his jobs and taking care of himself, this leads for him to increase his unhealthy coping mechanisms much like drinking copious amounts of alcohol and smoking as if his life depended on it. His image is starting to rotten despite his former meticulous care since, once again, he can’t bring himself to care about anything despite surviving and barely covering everyday needs like eating and sleep—choosing to ditch his dream of being an actor; he becomes the president of C&R International and is a copy of his father. A womanizer, trying to fill the emptiness and broken being that MC has left for an excuse of a human being. Except, he stirs much more scandal due to dating men as well.

BAD RELATIONSHIP VERSE.

TAG. 「 005 ; Jumin ／ ᴬⁿᵈ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗⁱᵐᵉˢ ʸᵒᵘ ˢᵉᵉ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ʸᵒᵘ ʷⁱˢʰ ʸᵒᵘ ʰᵃᵈ 」

Failing to properly show how love works and to help him move on from V’s death, causes Jumin to become dependable of MC much like he was of V. He doesn’t go as far as to assume they are the same person, but he can’t live a day without MC by their side. Threatening to end it all if they do leave him alone because he can’t afford to feel that emptiness again, because no one else can that empty hole within his chest, where his heart is supposed to be.

MINT EYE VERSE.

TAG. 「 006 ; Jumin ／ ᵀᵉˡˡⁱⁿᵍ ᵃˡˡ ʸᵒᵘʳ ˡⁱᵉˢ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ˢᵉᶜᵒⁿᵈ ⁿᵃᵗᵘʳᵉ, ᵇʸ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵃʸ, ʷʰᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ʰᵉˡˡ ᵃʳᵉ ᵐᵒʳᵃˡˢ 」

Figuring out V had never been dead but had become a cult leader made him go mad, hysterically laughing it off and ditching it all: his life, future, RFA. The man who was once known as Han Jumin, recognized actor for his talent and fame due being an heir no longer existed—tons of rumors that he had committed suicide, been kidnapped or murdered due venomous glares spread everywhere. His father put a reward for his son to be found dead or alive but it would be impossible since he had ceased to exist. Brainwashed and acting as a loyal dog to V, his once grey eyes had been turned to mint and he’s the one operating in the shadows like some sort of hitman for V in case any follower misbehaved or the RFA tried to break into the mansion.ba.

ACCIDENT / AMNESIA VERSE.

TAG. 「 007 ; Jumin ／ ᴵ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ˢʷᵒʳⁿ ᴵ ˢᵃʷ ᵃ ˡⁱᵍʰᵗ ᶜᵒᵐⁱⁿᵍ ᵒⁿ 」

Both Driver Kim and himself had been involved in an accident of three cars and a truck; his driver had died before the ambulance had arrived but Jumin had barely made it. Once he was taken to the hospital and everything that could be done, was done—it took three months for him to wake up with no memories of whom he was, to begin with. Yet, oddly enough, he could recall the faces of the RFA members and has labeled as important—unlike his father, whom he loved deeply, disliked seeing him cry but could not recall any memory of him acting as family or support in any way.

IDOL VERSE.

TAG. 「 008 ; Jumin ／ ᶠᵉᵉˡ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵒʳˢᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ ᶜʳᵘˢʰ ᵗʰᵉᵐ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵇᵉˢᵗ 」

Dancing, having a radio-show, appearing on reality and cooking shows, singing on stage and being cheered on but, more importantly, acting—how happier could he be? This time around, his connection to the RFA is complicated given he doesn’t have that much time to interact with them. Little to nothing and has become an invisible presence like Rika herself has. But Jumin adores working this much, except this time he does put limits on himself given he’s not part of a unit and is a single.

WRECK IT, RALPH VERSE.

TAG. 「 009 ; Jumin ／」

Tba.

MUTANT / FOR CROSSOVERS WITHHEROES,ETC. VERSE.

TAG. 「 010 ; Jumin ／ ᴵᵗ'ˢ ᵉˢˢᵉⁿᵗⁱᵃˡ ᵗᵒ ᵏᵉᵉᵖ ᵃ ˡᵉᵛᵉˡ ʰᵉᵃᵈ ʷʰᵉⁿ ᶜⁱʳᶜᵘᵐˢᵗᵃⁿᶜᵉˢ ᶜʰᵃⁿᵍᵉ ʳᵃᵖⁱᵈˡʸ 」

A drunk man and a mother who is little known about to nothing, Han Jumin is a product of that combination. Except when growing up, and seeing how much the pressure was starting to be put on his shoulders—he wished there were more of him. Unaware that he was a mutant himself due his mother’s DNA, what he said was actually his power. He could multiply himself and give them orders since they have a limited free will—sometimes, he abuses of this but no one in the media needs to figure this out or else he’d be in problems.ba.

SELF-AWARE VERSE.

TAG. 「 011 ; Jumin ／ ᴱᵛᵉʳʸᵒⁿᵉ ᵐᵃᵏᵉˢ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ᵒʷⁿ ‘ᶜʰᵒⁱᶜᵉˢ’ 」

# 694512919

Mystic Messenger game was corrupted when a virus corrupted the device of the user and therefore many files along with it, causing Jumin to become aware that he is a game—a dating simulator game with no choices in his own fate, the choices the player made where the ones that decided whether he’d earn a good or a miserable life. Offended by this, and partially enraged, he’s trying to pair up with the other one character who knew about this all along to make everyone else become free themselves.ba.

DREAM DADDY VERSE.

TAG. 「 012 ; Jumin ／ ᶠᵃⁱʳ ᵗʳᵃᵈᵉ, ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵒʳᵈˢ ᴵ ᵐᵘˢᵗ ᶜᵃʳᵛᵉ ⁱⁿᵗᵒ ᵐʸ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ ᵃˢ ᵃ ᵇᵘˢⁱⁿᵉˢˢᵐᵃⁿ 」

In this verse, he had been once a married man and is currently in his late 30′s. After his father’s retirement and him assuming his role of heir, therefore quitting acting his only passion, Jumin has been taking care of C&R International but, even someone like him, needs a vacation. Plus, he had a child, Amanda, to raise on his own after his beloved one has passed away due an illness. Without asking Amanda who did protest without much effort and just for the sake of it, he left things in charge of his second hand and went on a vacation to Maple Bay, a quiet and small town. A nice and tranquil change of pace.ba.

ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE VERSE.

TAG. 「 013 ; Jumin ／ ᴴᵘᵐᵃⁿ'ˢ ᵖˢʸᶜʰᵒˡᵒᵍʸ ˢᵗᵃᵗᵉ ⁱˢ ᵛᵉʳʸ ᶜᵒᵐᵖˡᵉˣᵉᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵖᵉʳᵖˡᵉˣᵉᵈ 」

Android / 694512919

Cheritz is a world-known company that creates androids for people as companions—friends, assistants, lovers included. Han Jumin is one of the many popular ones, however, the alternative version didn’t gain much popularity as the original one with a background story and everything settled if one wished to roleplay with it. Thus, the project of the alternative was stopped much to the few fans dismay that had ordered it but only a small amount of people received their Han Jumin, Ice Prince.

LOVESICK VERSE.

TAG. 「 014 ; Jumin ／ ᴬˡʷᵃʸˢ ˢᵗᵃⁿᵈ ˢᵗʳᵃⁱᵍʰᵗ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗᵃˡˡ, ᵐʸ ᶠᵃᵗʰᵉʳ'ˢ ʷᵒʳᵈˢ 」

Theatre professor.

Tba.

? VERSE.

TAG. 「 0? ; Jumin ／」

Tba.

TAGS.

「 Han Jumin ／ ᴹⁱʳʳᵒʳ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵃˡˡ, ᶜᵃⁿ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗᵉˡˡ ᵐᵉ ʷʰᵒ ᴵ ᵃᵐ ? 」

「 Han Jumin ／ INQUIRY」

「 Han Jumin ／ MUSINGS 」

「 Han Jumin ／ VISAGE 」

「 Han Jumin ／ MANNERISMS 」

「 Han Jumin ／ HEADCANON 」

「 Han Jumin ／ INTROSPECTION」

「 Han Jumin ／ ROMANCE 」

「 Han Jumin ／ CRACK 」

RELATIONSHIPS.

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National Enquirer, March 23

Cover: Coronavirues cures finally found

Page 2: Marie Osmond won’t leave any of her $20 million fortune to her seven kids and it will go to charity instead so her kids will have to work

Page 3: Chrissy Teigen fears death getting her boobs redone

Page 4: Julia Roberts has had it with the phony Hollywood scene and has dragged her reluctant husband to start fresh in an $8.3 million townhouse in Northern California to save her marriage, reformed Hollywood pariah Charlie Sheen once the highest-paid man in television has downsized his life and moved into a mobile home park near his parents’ place

Page 5: Brad Pitt partied with Jude Law and Alia Shawkat in New Orleans where he’s being sued for building defective homes for Hurricane Katrina victims

Page 6: Courtney Love’s ex-son-in-law Isaiah Silva is so terrified of her that he claims he needs a bodyguard to face her in court, Chris Matthews’ exit from MSNBC has bosses and staff fearing they’re next under the spotlight

Page 7: Drew Carey has been so gutted by the brutal death of his former fiancee Amie Harwick that he is considering quitting The Price is Right and ditching show business together, entertainment correspondent Vernon Kay went on a tirade against Jack Black calling him and absolute dick every time he interviewed him from 2001′s Shallow Hall to 2019′s Jumanji

Page 8: Grisly photos of the helicopter wreck that killed Kobe Bryant and his daughter Gianna were secretly snapped by sick sheriff’s deputies and are now spreading through the dark web, Steven Seagal has been fined by the feds for pushing his social media followers to invest in a Bitcoin scheme without telling them he was being paid to promote them

Page 9: New fears are exploding over Rob Kardashian’s fragile mental state and declining physical health, Amanda Knox and husband Christopher Robinson exchanged vows at a sci-fi themed bash in Washington more than a year after they first tied the knot

Page 10: Hot Shots -- Cindy Crawford on top of the Empire State Building to help light the skyscraper blue for International Women’s Day, Jay Leno in a 1920s-era rumble seat roadster, Justin Bieber sprang out of a secret hiding place to startle David Beckham on The Ellen DeGeneres Show

Page 11: After cheating death many times Frankie Muniz says he never felt more alive now that he’s married longtime galpal Paige Price, jealous Jennifer Aniston thinks rising star Rachel Brosnahan is an annoying upstart who’s encroaching on her Tinseltown turf, Jeopardy! host Alex Trebek announced he’s very happy to have reached the one-year mark following his stage IV pancreatic cancer diagnosis

Page 12: Straight Shuter -- Jimmy Fallon shoots a basketball, Robert Pattinson’s Batman costume tights are so tight they don’t leave anything to the imagination so Rob had something sewn into the costume no previous actor in the role had -- a zipper so he can go to the bathroom without the help of five other people, Scarlett Johansson is telling fiance Colin Jost to quit Saturday Night Live and try developing and writing and even acting, Alex Rodriguez just found out fiancee Jennifer Lopez has been e-mailing ex Ben Affleck behind his back

Page 13: Britney Spears’ 13-year-old son Jayden Federline posted on Instagram that his mom may never make music again, Kim Kardashian is kicking chubby hubby Kanye West into shape by signing him up for kung fu classes

Page 14: True Crime -- Minutes before she was shot dead by police inside her cluttered California home troubled ER actress Vanessa Marquez brandished a realistic looking BB gun and shouted kill me

Page 16: Cover Story -- Coronavirus cures at your fingertips

Page 18: Real Life

Page 19: Queen Elizabeth begs Harry to divorce Meghan Markle -- she’ll welcome him back into the royal fold but not his user wife

Page 20: America’s dirty clergy revealed

Page 24: Wendy Williams’ dramatic on-air downward spiral has continued as she struggles to control her weight, fired Grammys boss Deborah Dugan claimed she has proof the Recording Academy’s nomination process is rigged

Page 26: Health Watch

Page 34: Body-positive singer Lizzo doesn’t apologize for loving to eat and gobbles up to 5000 calories a day

Page 38: Rachel Bilson and Bill Hader have only been dating a few months but they’re already telling friends they’re unofficially engaged and can’t wait to get married and have a baby together, Hollywood Hookups -- Ariana Grande and Mikey Foster split, Nicolas Cage and Riko Shibata dating, JJ Lane and Kayla Hughes wed

Page 42: Red Carpet Stars & Stumbles -- Margaret Qualley, Janina Gavankar, Helen Mirren

Page 47: Odd List

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Part Seven

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A year and a half flew by like the speed of light, and things were starting to come together for every one of us.

I put school on hold, which Nikki didn't like because he felt it was his fault, even though he was aware I would've put school on hold anyway for Tommy. I didn't even have to tell my parents I was dating Nikki because as soon as mom found withdraw forms from Julliard in the mail, she called me dishonest, accused me of disobeying my parents, and threw me out as soon as I let her know I found somewhere else to stay. I figured she would find out about us eventually, anyway, so there was no reason for me to go out of my way to tell her why I was putting school off. After that happened, I left my house and was living with Nikki once everyone saved up enough money to move out of the crappy apartment. To Vince and Tommy we were just room mates. We knew Mick didn't fall for it because, like Tansy, he also just knew things but he never mentioned a word of it Tommy or Vince, or even confirmed to either me or Nikki that he knew what was really going on. He minded his business, like he always did.

Tansy and her mom had moved out to New York the summer after we graduated because she had been approached for a contract with some modeling agency out there and they were paying for a nice apartment for them to stay in. I was proud of her because she had always wanted to model, however, I was skeptical. She was 5'3" and back then, you had no chance of hitting a runway if you were too short. So Editorials were her only option, but I knew she would be just as happy posing in Vogue as she would be walking down a catwalk.

So with the new album, Tansy modeling, everyone moving out of the hell-hole apartment and Nikki and I managing to make it over a year tolerating each other in a relationship, everything was falling in to place. And it was only getting better.

"'Jesus is Satan?' I raise a brow as I ask, seeing Nikki and Vince smiling and laughing while explaining why one of their sound engineers fled their recording session.

"It's only backtracking, it's not like we're throwing it out there. You gotta look for it." Vince explains.

"Aren't you two just every church girl's dream?" I ask sarcastically.

"Maybe you should start cleansing my soul before I come inside the apartment. It might help exorcise whatever demon you're convinced has possessed me." He says it genuinely, but I know he's full of it from the smirk he gives me. I'm tempted to threaten to close my legs anytime he wants any, but Vince is here and he'd tell Tommy if he knew about us, so I save the threat for later, narrowing my eyes at Nikki.

"Ohh, if looks could kill you'd be a dead man." Vince hits Nikki's arm as Nikki takes a swig of his Jack.

"Whatever, I'm taking a nap." I tell them, stepping to the guest bedroom which is supposed to be my room.

"You just woke up a couple hours ago," Nikki argues.

"I don't feel good." I reply, honestly, the budding feeling of nausea resting in the pit of my stomach.

Vince leans over to Nikki, whispering something in to his ear and Nikki shakes his head, grinning.

"No, not for another week." He says to Vince, the two smiling innocently at me and I ignore them and shut the door of the bedroom, crawling in to the bed.

After a few minutes of laying on my stomach, the nausea subsides and I'm able to go back to sleep for an hour and a half before the door of the bedroom door creaks open. I already know it's Nikki coming to harass me, and the feeling of his lips touching the bare skin between my shoulder blades that's been left exposed by the tank top I'm in, just confirms it.

Another kiss is pressed to the back of my shoulder, then to my cheek and I turn over to face him, enjoying the feeling of him over me.

"I gotta go to the studio." He tells me. "I'll see you later."

"Alright." I nod, sighing as he leans down to press his lips to mine for a second, before going to leave. It's not enough for me, though, and I'm scrambling to the foot of the bed to catch his wrist in my hand and pull him back to me, reminding him some two second peck on the lips is basically an insult to me, and usually is an insult to him unless it's to avoid being late to get on stage or going to the studio.

He chuckles at my desperate effort and pulls himself closer to me by my hips as our lips, tongues and teeth meet. Before I can reach for his belt buckle, he's groaning a little and putting his hands on my arms to push me away a slightly.

"I gotta go, Viv." He breathes out with a wide smile, brushing a few strands of red hair from my face. "We can fool around when I get back." He assures me.

"You'll be wasted when you get back." I argue.

"I won't drink that much." He presses a last kiss to my cheek, patting my hip before he leaves.

One of the many things to know about Motley Crue: "we won't drink that much" = "we'll try not to drink that much...but we will drink that much, and then some, and not remember any of it". Same rule applies to drugs and sex.

He gets back twelve hours later at four in the morning, swinging the front door open and stumbling back in to it with his hand still gripping the door knob to keep him from face planting. I look up from my bible to see him do this, and set it aside to go help him.

"Hey, Viv," He greets me with a slur and I give a sympathetic smile. "I think I drank that much."

"I kind of knew you would." I reply, helping him keep his balance as he steps to our bedroom. He plops down on the edge of the bed, tugging his boots off, nearly falling off the bed as he throws them across the room.

"C'mere." He says to me while I'm standing against the door frame with my arms crossed, watching him.

I do as he says, his hands grabbing at me at pulling me to straddle him.

"You smell like a bar," I tell him, laughing as he nips and licks at my neck.

"You smell good." He replies dopily and I rest on of my hands at the back of is neck, my fingers lacing through his hair.

"It's called a shower," I say. "You should try one some time."

"Fuck you." He falls back on the bed, his arms splayed out beside his head as he closes his eyes. "You know somethin'?" He asks me and I lean forward, my body against his as I rest my elbows on his chest.

"What?"

"I wanna fuckin' tell people we're together." His words surprise me a little.

"If we do that, Tommy will find out. And he will kill you."

"If he wants to kick my ass for fuckin' his hot friend, then fine, because I'm tired of lying and telling them we're 'room mates'." He explains sloppily. "Room mates don't sleep in the same bed naked and suck each others dicks in the shower."

My brows furrow at "dicks" and even drunk, he realizes his error.

"That's not right." He complains, rubbing his tired eyes.

"I don't have a penis, Nikki." I remind him and he gawks.

"I hope not cause I've been seein' pussy anytime I look down there." He says, looking directly at me with wide eyes and I have to try my hardest not to start cackling.

"You need to go to sleep." I move off of him, gently tugging at his hand to get him to move to his side of the bed.

"I got it." He waves me off, dragging himself to his spot, not bothering with the covers before laying down.

He's asleep within a couple minutes and I exhale, getting on my side of the bed before cutting the lamp on my bedside table out and going to sleep.

The next few days are spent scrambling to put together decent Christmas plans, which include picking Tansy up from the airport after she calls and gives us a heads up she's coming to visit.

"What do you mean you won't have time, Vince?" I snap, smearing icing on a cake. "You've had since January of this year to save December 23!"

"Beth doesn't wanna come." He finally says after minutes of going back and forth over the phone about why he can't come to dinner tonight.

"Then leave Beth at home! We all agreed last year to celebrate Thanksgiving and Christmas together every year."

"If Beth doesn't want to come, I can't come." He explains as Nikki and Mick come in with the beer and more Vodka and Jack.

"Well, no one told you to marry the uppity bitch, Vince." I state rudely, Nikki raising his brows at my language.

"Look, I love you, but I can't make it. I'm sorry, I promise I'll make it up to you." He sighs out and I stay silent for a second.

"Did I mention it's also my birthday today? Are you really gonna ditch me, you're favorite red head, on my birthday?" I ask him, in a tone that hopefully sends him on a guilt trip. He doesn't answer me for a good two minutes before groaning.

"You are fuckin’ killing me, Viv." He tells me and I smile, knowing I'm getting my way. "Fine. I'll be there."

"Thank you, Vince." I say before he hangs up. "He is way too easy." Just as I finish saying it, Nikki's digging his finger into the tub of icing and smearing it down my face.

"Nikki!" I scold loudly, grabbing a paper towel to wipe it off my face but before I can, his tongue sweeps across my cheek and I scrunch my face up, not able to hold back the laughter in my throat as he licks the mess off my face, finally giving me a paper towel when he's done. "Beth wasn't gonna let Vince come tonight."

"Oh, no. How awful." Mick pipes sarcastically.

"First of all, it's my birthday. Second of all, it's tradition." I point out o him.

"Not really. We only spent celebrated your birthday and Christmas in one night last year because we were too broke for two different occasions." Nikki says, opening a beer and I give him a look, causing him to pause, look at me, look at Mick, then back to me, and say: "That fucking bitch was about break our tradition."

"Smooth." Mick mumbles to him.

"I need someone here who actually cares about sentiment. Where's Tommy?" I ask, continuing to glop and spread icing on the cake I've just made.

"Tommy's getting Tansy." Nikki tells me. "Like you told him to do, then Tansy's gonna grab all the stuff you'll need to make dinner. It will be fine. Calm down."

"I'm calm." I argue in a not-so-calm tone.

"Yeah, I'm gonna get started on this so I can endure your bitching all day." He opens the bottle of Jack and takes a big gulp.

"Then you'll be drunk tonight and you can't be drunk tonight." I take the bottle out of his hand.

"Then I'll get stoned." He states, stepping to our bedroom. After a moment, he's coming back in to the kitchen, seeming to be pissed off. "Where the fuck is my--"

"I hid it." I say without hesitation, looking over my shoulder at his expression. "It's my birthday."

"I haven't spent one night sober since I can remember. You're not changing that all because it's your fucking birthday. Give me my stuff back, Saint Vivian."

"Mick, tell the Devil's Spawn to 'man up' because one night sober will not kill him."

"Mick doesn't get a say in it because you're still letting him drink!" Nikki exclaims, motioning to the silent man on the couch who's nursing from his vodka.

"Mick has special privileges because he's the most responsible one out of you four any other time of the year." I finally finish icing the cake, turning to face Nikki, who's staring at me.

"Mick's fuckin' stayin' outta this fight and every fight after it." Mick states, leaving no room for discussion.

"We're not fighting." I insist. "We're having a slight disagreement."

"Which will be resolved the second Mother Mary gives me back my freedom." Nikki says.

"Since when does alcohol and psychoactive drugs have anything to do with freedom?"

"Since I was able to do them freely until I started having to put up with you." He argues.

"Put up with me? You say that like you just tolerate me." I cross my arms.

"Anytime I do something you don't think is good enough for you, you give me this look like I just shot a puppy. I can't breathe the wrong way without you looking down on me."

"Probably because when you 'breathe the wrong way', you're actually breathing wrong, do to all the depressants and stimulants you load into your body simultaneously!" I outburst. "I don't look at you that way because I'm judging you, I look at you that way because I'm hoping you won't over do it and croak over, so forgive me for not wanting you snorting and drinking everything in sight tonight because I would like my boyfriend to not risk dying on my birthday but apparently that's too much to ask for, so go for it!"

I'm expecting him to give me the look he's always given me when I try to tell him not to drink, pop pills or snort anything, but he doesn't. I guess it's because it's my birthday.

Before he can answer, someone's clearing their throat, and we snap our attention to the front door, seeing Tansy.

"Welcome to hell." Mick tells her, and she looks at me and Nikki hesitantly, as if she's thinking about turning back around and leaving. I'm sure she is until Tommy pops up behind her, arms full of groceries and a wide, excited smile on his face. Completely oblivious.

"Happy Birthday!" He pipes, walking in to set the bags on the counter and hug me tightly, picking me up. Nikki and I continue to glare at each other while I'm looking over Tommy's shoulder, and when he puts me back down, the two of us put on fake smile so he won't know we're fighting.

"Hey, babe, where do I need to put this?" A man that has to be at least 30 years old is walking in to our apartment, talking to Tansy while holding a Tupperware container.

"What is it?" I ask him, thinking it's food, taking the container.

"Oh, Smack." He says casually and I'm dropping the container in a matter of milliseconds, taking a step back and looking at Nikki with raised brows.

"Vivian!" Tansy complains, picking the container up, going to put it in the fridge but I block her way. "Oh, so, what? All the things these idiots pump themselves full of, you draw the line at heroin?" She asks me.

"I am the line." I inform her. "I am not keeping some stranger's drugs in my fridge."

"It's not some random stranger, it's Sparkie." She explains to me as if that makes me and the man best friends. "My boyfriend." She continues.

"I figured that." I reply.

"Why do they call you Sparkie?" Nikki asks him, skeptically.

Sparkie was an absolute idiot. Think of what strung out, worn down, one shoot up away from being dragged to hell, looks like. He looked like a walking corpse with a peculiar hue of blue to his skin and had sleeves of tattoos to try to mask his track marks, to no avail. A few of his back teeth had rotted out and it was evident anytime he opened his mouth to speak. His bleached blonde hair had grown out to his chest and his pitch black roots were greasy due to lack of bathing. He had frown lines, crows feet, smile lines and greyed facial hair along his jaw. Tansy claimed they had met on the set of one of her photoshoots and he was the photographer's assistant and said that he told her he fell madly in love after laying eyes on her for the first time. Well, Tansy was gorgeous, but she was also naked and posing for Playboy at the photoshoot where they met, so he might've confused wanting to have sex with her with wanting to date her. I prayed he'd only be temporary, but he managed to hang around for five more years until the two of them broke up during the "Girls" tour. I was stunned when she went from dating someone like Sparkie, to dating someone like Axl Rose.

"Freebasing accident. Ether's easy to catch on fire, man." He tells him with a chuckle and I feel multiple brain cells die.

"Fuckin' awesome, right, dude?" Tommy asks as he hits Nikki's shoulder and Nikki looks at me with a smug expression, knowing it's killing me to keep my mouth shut.

"We have room in the fridge, right, Viv?" Nikki asks me innocently and I roll my jaw, looking at Tansy's perfect smile, as if she's silently begging us to like her boyfriend.

"Absolutely." I say, taking the container from Tansy and putting it in the fridge before me and her start cooking dinner.

By the time Seven o'clock is rolling around, dinner's done and Vince is waltzing through the front door.

"Hey, Viv," He comes up behind me in the kitchen while I'm washing my hands, kissing my cheek as he puts a present on the counter.

"Hey," I greet him, seeing Beth occupied with talking to Tansy.

"Who's...?" He nods in Sparkie's direction and I turn the sink off and get in his ear.

"Tansy's boyfriend, Sparkie. His White China is in my fridge and he got his name after a freebasing accident." I educate him and he raises his brows, an amused smile pulling at his lips.

"Tansy's dating him?" He whispers and I nod.

"Jesus," He mumbles, watching as she comes over to us to hug him.

"Vince!" She greets him eagerly, throwing her arms around him and he pulls her to him tightly, catching an evil look from his wife.

"Hey, Tans," He says when she pulls away.

"C'mon and meet my boyfriend." She grabs his hand and pulls him to the living room.

"Um, hey, Devil-Spawn, I need your help for a second." I tell Nikki and he looks up from his conversation with Sparkie and rolls his eyes, stepping to the kitchen.

"What?" He asks me and I drag him to the bathroom, shutting the door and locking it.

"Tansy's dating a loser." I voice out immediately and he gives me a look.

”I thought you wanted a quickie. Had I known you were just gonna bit--"

"He's a moron. 'Ether's flammable'? 'Put my smack in the fridge'?" I mock his voice.

"He didn't say the last one."

"Tansy is too naïve for someone like him." I ignore him. "She doesn't know what she's getting herself in to being with someone like that."

"I'm someone like that." Nikki reminds me and I scoff.

"Um, you don't carry a Tupperware of Smack with you, you're not burning yourself in ether explosions, you're not taking advantage of a beautiful blonde girl who just wants to make everybody happy..." I list a few things Sparkie's doing. "Look, I'm not worried about me doing anything because I have the will power of God when it comes to drugs and alcohol but Tansy will do the most ridiculous, disgusting, debasing things to make someone happy. Trust me, she's told me some of the things she felt like she had to do in order to keep some of her past boyfriends and I'm scared he's gonna get her hooked on some of his mess because he'll figure out if he asks her to do anything, she'll do it." I explain to him and he sighs.

"Maybe she's not as naïve as you think she is. I mean, it's been over a year since you last saw each other, so it's possible she's changed and knows exactly what she's doing." He tries to reassure me.

"I'd rather her be oblivious and naïve to the severity of the situation than knowingly be waltzing in to her own self-destruction." I state blankly.

"I wonder who all's gonna be saying that about you when they find out you're with me." Nikki says pointedly and I open my mouth to speak, but close it again.

"You're right. She's a big girl who can take care of herself and I'm being judgmental of Sparkie." I admit.

"You're admitting you're wrong?" He asks me in pretend shock, leaning closer to me, putting the palm of his hand flat on the door beside my head and I cross my arms and avoid looking at him.

"I guess." I mumble, not liking the fact I have to admit I'm wrong and he knows it, basking in the glory.

"Viv?" He asks and I look at the bathroom floor, still not acknowledging him. "Hey," He grabs my jaw gently, forcing me to look at his darkly lined eyes. "You have such a big heart, you worm your way in to other people's lives to try to get them to not make decisions that you wouldn't make, to protect them. But just because you wouldn't choose to do something, doesn't mean it's a wrong choice for someone else."

"Snorting coke and throwing back shots until you can't stand up, isn't a good choice for anyone." I already know what he's getting at and he sighs, stomping his foot.

"If I hear one more 'dude' from Sparkie without some kind of buffer in my system, I'm gonna knock his head into the fuckin' counter, Viv." He states, pointing his finger in the direction of the living room.

"You're doing great." I tell him, taking the hand he's pointing his finger with and hold it in both of my hands. "We only have to deal with him for a few more minutes and then everyone will be gone, and we'll have the place to ourselves," I say, taking one of the chains of his few necklaces around his neck and running it threw my fingers, pulling him to me. "And I'll let you do whatever you want."

His expression darkens at my promise, his lips pulling upward in to a crooked smile as his hands move to my hips and he guides me to the sink, picking me up and putting me on the edge of it,

He's putting himself between my open legs, his finger tips gripping at the flesh of my thigh as his other hand is hiking my maroon dress up, his tongue dancing with mine. I push the thin straps of my dress of my shoulders and his lips leave mine when he yanks the top of my dress down to expose my breasts. Just as his teeth are biting a trail down my skin, the door swings open, causing me and Nikki to scramble to get ourselves off of each other, but it's too late.

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When orange juice is sprinkled on ya urine or mafi it grows out ya 4head and makes ya to loose ya hairline to make it rather V-Shaped, even on the soil that got ya urine or u have urinated.

Chain of suffering if God sees u can suffer while helping people, its an imaginary chain, when still young place it on ya neck that Christ said take that chain of suffering away from me. If u oppose biblical teachings or tire in ya arguments with people its taken away or lowered but 4 the better. The Lord himself get disgusted and even appear as some1 to Cain you thoroughly in it giving ya truth sentiments that people can transfigure into any animal or can run fast as flash Gordon.

The whiteman love such in the link below, they make noise that kid loves and opens ya mind and mostly brings good mood when u r sad. The luo tribe where made out of this by inserting the bones of the found dead ones in dough then the cold water hurled and boom an original luo man without gene interference

https://www.google.com/search?q=images+of+duck&tbm=isch&source=univ&client=firefox-b-d&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwjB2eqTivbnAhVfTxUIHTZ-Ao8QsAR6BAgKEAE&biw=1024&bih=654#imgrc=T3-qinP4TcDazM

Its the vice versa, small houses takes ya to hell if they have all the sanitary equipment more than a big one which is not fenced attracting crimes which u have to employ sophisticated methods to combat them even not affording sleep, and enjoying sex in high in a small house, friends dont be cheated, which small house, sleeping in it, Jesus says, u should not worry.

https://www.google.com/search?q=images+of+duck&tbm=isch&source=univ&client=firefox-b-d&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwjB2eqTivbnAhVfTxUIHTZ-Ao8QsAR6BAgKEAE&biw=1024&bih=654#imgrc=T3-qinP4TcDazM

https://www.google.com/search?q=images+of+single+house&tbm=isch&source=univ&client=firefox-b-d&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwjQ7JSji_bnAhVDh1wKHbrpBhAQsAR6BAgJEAE&biw=1024&bih=654

If you plant paw paw plant it makes you look young and live long, and caressing one gives ya money mind, making it the money, blue print concept fruit. U will never go wrong, no kidding dude. KING OF THE JEW or Worker and vineyard parable to bring reality. Once u have became an employer people should leave u to think not wanna be with ya all the times as you carry the destiny of many families u employ in ya hand lest u screw up the business, friends escape and families get unemployed. Folks get this straight!!!!

Earth crust 16 km don’t Chanel sewage into the lake to pollute it, the question that day will be, if u knew the hole can let water to the outer space why did u pollute me water? I dont wanna see ya, lower the furnace get and let the motherfucker roast or burn, the tongue to cut b4 we get him out 1st. Take heed friends and never be fooled.

We have seen modern developments in the car industry with many nations in the link below, so we wanna see what the negro has come up with and 4 us to see its reality they must have their own sphere lest they hide it out of white extremist fear, if u can make ya own car it means u can make others as well, Japan, Germany, Italy or USA take heed bro

https://www.google.com/search?client=firefox-b-d&q=cars+made+in+africa+by+african+pioneering+automakers&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwi1weS9jfbnAhV6VBUIHTNVCSgQ1QIoAHoECAsQAQ&biw=1024&bih=654

Nile perch if you eat the head, kichwa which is 1st deep fried then cooked with soup a big 1, if u start walking it turns ya head automatically behind as if one is carrying corpses in-front of ya then instantly u see salt synonyms with noahs wife. King of the jew, mfalme wa yawhodi to cement de truth.

All Lupe holes blocked and men running away from women who wants ya to take money back to the men cartel he wants to dine on ya money without sweet while if u were poor they could be abusing u not helping ya. Cant happen like in the link below. Ditch them as they will implicate u with crime and bullet get hold of ya or let them be strangled as they want good things out of others while with them they got much words yet cant work and talking dont bring food on table lest hardwork

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w6QGe-pXgdI

Congo was Germany, Rwanda was croatia,masai were salves in carli4nia, Kikuyu in yougoslavia, luo in illinois, kisii were slaves in china, kamba in kansas, Nigerians many in NY, mijikenda in texas among many others, nyamwezi in Britain b4 they were brought here when the green-man left 4 Venus as the whites went to occupy the free left lands. The could not do there cause they haven’t learnt to make even cold jackets and snow was handy bro.

Fighting with grownups can be justifiable not in court of law but after along time to witness another case in heaven. Father chasing a kid who is to go to secondary away to go and hustle while he has passed mitihani, Question is why did u give birth to me, i dint not write a letter to do the same. Father, saying quietly to friends, aint my son, i have done a dna test period. Give birth to kids u can take well care off, dont bring them to other people to disturb them period bro

If u have 1of many people u see fire ignited meaning u risk going to hell and not that if u live in a big house you must bring many people into ya house or condone many 4 ya to escape hell but is just the materials used to make ya house that takes ya to hell cause u fought 4 independence that u know rather would have left the whites to tell ya, so why go ahead with what can take ya to hell, even with mad thatch house u get to hell lest u pray fervently or bomowa as destroy the stone, brick or block as well as mad house and get the debris back to fill like a nearby hole or quarry as a justification in heaven bro. Click the link below 4 more of the above, worker and vineyard parable to cement de truth. Many white people live in big house which are always lonely and without praying fervently but just by helping few get to heaven or not hell fire.Brothers do not be fooled and the reason why people get to hell is that what they own is the desire of many and yet they dont own it, maybe too expensive to them even with liquors or some foods.

https://www.google.com/search?client=firefox-b-d&ei=uAhZXq_fEKSTlwSp8rbYDA&q=funeralservices+firms+in+wichita%2C+ks&oq=funeralservices+firms+in+wichita%2C+ks&gs_l=psy-ab.3..33i22i29i30.3907.7689..8096…0.2..0.270.3487.2-15……0….1..gws-wiz…….0i71j33i160j0i22i30j33i21.mb8Bo8YGMl8&ved=0ahUKEwivm7fqoPTnAhWkyYUKHSm5DcsQ4dUDCAo&uact=5

https://www.google.com/search?q=funeral+services+vehicles+images+in+wichita,+ks&tbm=isch&source=univ&client=firefox-b-d&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwiR7LagofTnAhVMzIUKHX1RCKYQsAR6BAgIEAE&biw=1024&bih=654

When funeral attended by few as opposed to many people kinda, free ya mind but you see the corpse as a dead cattle what the Dakota saying was alluding “when riding on a dead horse u dismount and embark on another 1“ Kinda changes ya tongue as mind reminding u that even Africa now with artificial made products can be like lonely USA Or annihilate the group geared people

Just like taxi operators can have a software where they dont stand on road side to humiliate people put via a phone u can locate them using radar or radius as if they are available or not same as simplified shopping to avoid ques in supermarkets like in the link below, then visit the store and just find it already packed just waiting picking dude

https://www.jumia.co.ke/groceries/

https://www.nrtcfresh.com/?gclid=EAIaIQobChMIoo_K3KL05wIVSEHTCh1_Ggz_EAMYAyAAEgI2ovD_BwE

https://batakenya.com/locations

https://supermarket.co.ke/

https://shopit.co.ke/?gclid=EAIaIQobChMI3buxrKP05wIVDUPTCh2MBQDFEAMYASAAEgLIB_D_BwE

https://www.usgobuy.com/en/us-online-shops/walmart.html

https://www.kansas.com/entertainment/restaurants/dining-with-denise-neil/article204730494.html

https://www.kansas.com/news/business/retail/article121034358.html

Kale unyalo dok chien USA, engimatek miwacho awacha kata milamo, u mean u can relent in ya rigid ways but better dude.

They can even get out ya mafi and does the above to it and you dont escape thats why u need a digester off ya toilet to keep the fecal matter until they rot b4 u discharge them cause many people are wired in character just to overwhelm or get ya in a bind/argument. Towa, mfalme wa yawhodi to bring reality.

Use paints that are made using cats/dog family mafi, if u look at such structures they bring u home as they are soothing even with cement and USA is made that way. Some cars come around with people who ride them and by just seeing them they direct ya and take the feed back to where they take either to warn ya or open up ya life altogether or signal defeat bro

If u partake cats family meet beside have the mustache like of the lion or kitten they make u poses long slanting face like in the link below, they change ya countenance.

https://www.google.com/search?q=photos+of+argentina+men&tbm=isch&source=univ&client=firefox-b-d&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwix3O2CpvTnAhUNDmMBHW6nCLoQsAR6BAgHEAE&biw=1024&bih=654#imgrc=gwYIuL458MPERM

Buy blue tooth automated padlocks at the store provided on this link

https://www.storearuba.com/en/home-security/9702-padlock-with-fingerprint-protection-smart-keyless-entry-weatherproof-for-android-ios-store-aruba.html

https://yaoota.com/en-ke/product/generic-bluetooth-smart-lock-anti-theft-alarm-lock-for-cycli-price-from-jumia-kenya

https://www.google.com/search?q=blue+tooth+padlocks+in+jumuia+igeria&tbm=isch&ved=2ahUKEwjnzs3pzfPnAhULeRoKHRf2CdAQ2-cCegQIABAA&oq=blue+tooth+padlocks+in+jumuia+igeria&gs_l=img.3…704626.710164..711347…1.0..0.530.3519.0j3j9j1j0j1……0….1..gws-wiz-img.625xyw16cPo&ei=rrFYXue_GIvyaZfsp4AN&bih=654&biw=1024&client=firefox-b-d

Let me not hear that now u complain of buglary, u now got maximum security in the link below lest is jokes or just false accusation meaning business aint going ya way

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5zO8y0bdHXw

Kenyan tribes, with all ya pride, i have not seen your own co, where are you dude, give it up bro

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_electronics_brands

In their native dialect, cars are made the same way sofa sets or welding gate are made,we only are good in dat in Africa, this tribes who love swag and women will know us when we learn the same. Donja donja the rhythm.

Daddy voke ni mtu, ananigoteang’a sasa ni kama ajashika yandwele, hata mnaweza fanya nyote katika bus yake ya kiira yenye ata-pimp ama anawait another african nation ekeuje na electric bus, ni cheap kuliko ya china or Eu say 1 of shakir shabir worker child. The companies which uses the AE technology after around table talk in Asia will give The bandwagon co owned by 2 malysians and kebi like 5% of the total cost as a ransom to his idea, they cant use it dat way. From the companies will collect on how many cars or No fuel, back ups, boats, planes, drones are made and many more gadgets that uses that technology just like insuring ya bank loan, the bank selects a particular insurer to insure their loan.

Wewe si matiti, sita kukajole, mimi si baba chako, umesikia, have u gotten me kid. Come watch tv, get a snack but give me my time, or am not breast if u think am 1.

Even good songs and poem the devil writes to ya like the manual of a machine even with sermons so that he is forgiven when to be jailed 4 a 1000 years in the link below, Malachi 4

https://www.google.com/search?client=firefox-b-d&q=revelation+the+devl+to+be+arrested

When something is expensive is hard to know, this time round dont argue bro, immediately when one tells ya the prices if you look to the adjacent iron sheet mostly painted next to ya u see, kinda, the sheets stretches like going inside, inatoboka, worker and vineyard parable to cement de truth

I dont now follow any1 on the newly open sirjustice1, 2, 3,5,6 tumblr and so on, so how will you shift a/c and to do so u must follow many and i used other software apart from mozilar u got the shift to another a/c software in the link below, usitublock daddy, ona bwana

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_web_browsers

https://www.google.com/search?client=firefox-b-d&q=other+computer+browser

The above browser ought to be made to work directly by just clicking them,no need to download to simplify the work.

A security firm is installing wireless camera under bright light on poles using solar generator to enable them not to visit the place in-case of intruders but send drones with in-built cameras and gun in the link below

https://www.alibaba.com/showroom/no-fuel-generator.html

https://www.google.com/search?q=drone+images&tbm=isch&source=univ&client=firefox-b-d&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwjP96T0y_HnAhUFWBoKHbzgD1oQsAR6BAgGEAE&biw=1024&bih=654

Banana/cake with cold water or tea makes ya nose small while the same water with cut banana and pineapple makes ya nose big. THE TRUTH OF WORKER AND VINEYARD PARABLES.

Even the small size motorbikes can take you to the USA or Asia once its electric provided is not winter bro in the link below, Planes are always involved in accidents and its a new area to explore dude

https://www.google.com/search?q=small+speed+boat+images+images&tbm=isch&ved=2ahUKEwjwjtD1y_HnAhVNHBoKHYJsDe8Q2-cCegQIABAA&oq=small+speed+boat+images+images&gs_l=img.3…155876.163911..164757…0.0..0.378.6228.0j2j20j2……0….1..gws-wiz-img…….0i67j0i10j0j0i7i30.l5YNxUS25Vk&ei=P6NXXrDzD824aILZtfgO&bih=654&biw=1024&client=firefox-b-d

https://www.google.com/search?q=images+of+china+hand+held+plough&tbm=isch&source=univ&client=firefox-b-d&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwjYlvilzvHnAhUxDGMBHRfDAVkQsAR6BAgKEAE&biw=1024&bih=654

Indians are using the above to bring fruits like mango and paw paw to East African coast behind our back, they stop at sychelles or commoros, they get out of India with raw fruits when they reach Africa are partly ripe. Want to reap where they did not saw dude, Kang’aaa bwana, in whose house dude!!!!

Cake with cold water pops out your lower set of front teeth if that fellow who belittles ya partake it dude.

The white people left Africa, they never liked incarnated people like of the kings and prophets along with them, so changed the bible and brought people here so they can be here not with them. Avoid incarnated people, they even sometimes dont win the visa 4 any nation, not knowing but the solid reason being dat bro, they know alot and always almost lazy dude.

Ethiopia wa China a longtime b4 emigration and it was abysinia bro, just change of character but the land still intact with his name. France was Zambia, BELGIUM Senegal and many more. The Ae money ought to be sent to ya and our pulse rate is instant like kebi is at 68. The USA marathoner ought, their pulse-rate be taken or sports men so we get the exact person as the 1 who transfigures into other being always runs fast to take the position he/she desires

https://www.alibaba.com/countrysearch/CN/pulse-heart-rate-sports-watch.html

https://www.google.com/search?client=firefox-b-d&q=transfiguration+of+christ

People should not sit on chairs on lucrative jobs so that the majority who loves that comfort only dislike the job to reduce competition and jealousy on such jobs period even on supermarket cashier, bank tellers lest personal or private even ministries bro etc

Nile perch destroys the upper lip if u have eaten it 4 long like in the link below

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AYHbs0_n1nk

In the bible might have killed folks using whats in tumblr sirjustice22 or those who transfigure into other animals in his belly, which one. Or u kill me as finish me like crush. Wiche dude?

Cadillac car place like human teeth or cattle or apes in the dough then hurl cold water unto it and boom the car. Like 200 kg of porridge like dough put in the container.

Speaker cable should be omitted to be replaced with wireless system dude in the link below, wires from ya stereo to ya speakers

https://www.google.com/search?q=wireless+speaker+system+images&tbm=isch&source=univ&client=firefox-b-d&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwiRw4mDqeznAhURCWMBHWooCoMQsAR6BAgKEAE&biw=1024&bih=654

https://www.google.com/search?q=wireless+speaker+system+images&tbm=isch&source=univ&client=firefox-b-d&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwiRw4mDqeznAhURCWMBHWooCoMQsAR6BAgKEAE&biw=1024&bih=654#imgrc=C7PXBfPDzC3iWM

Civil war breeding those who got the Somali blood of not relenting in doing bad yet with them is okay as they wanna be first, as a loop hole to get to the USA or Russia as they have sent spies to monitor the land and found is above them, they cant overtake it in-terms of technology, money, trade or war, so must proceed with Gimmicks which will not surface, cause its a blessing in disguise their character has been now know of forcing things and wanting their own or-else resort to lies, badmouthing bro if u dont go along with their stupid and silly ways dude

The reason why whites got much cancer is that they belittle people even in photos and these people take what i have describe above even without the prior information and give the whites cancer like mango juice taken with bread by the person u belittle cut ya throat as koo or milk/porridge taken with mandazi/bread the same. So folks take heed. Voke ni mchwi wa vitu, cheki vitu amekuja nayo, nichipukizi bro, yaani nimchafu-anamultitusk as versatile in his ways or doing dude. Pekrith, chieth, nyofrith x2, saying their own Things eti this and that, ya ways now-blocked, sema, bonga sasa. Motor bike to be bought in taslimu way tw, on cash oc not on low credit that facilitate massive dubious ways and Govt should be hard on dat dude to thwart their moves period bro

Now they have made ya like a chicken which is to be gotten to be slaughtered dude, Kinda, they got like ugali in case they get it, they cut ya into-pieces and dine on ya like in the link below

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vOQ0V9OhN4o

https://www.google.com/search?q=e-vehicles+philippines&tbm=isch&source=univ&client=firefox-b-d&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwjq3dONseznAhUSx4UKHfyxDBEQsAR6BAgKEAE&biw=1024&bih=654

https://www.google.com/search?q=philippines+homemade+scooters&tbm=isch&source=univ&client=firefox-b-d&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwjRgva4suznAhUqxIUKHXqBCuMQsAR6BAgJEAE&biw=1024&bih=654

https://www.google.com/search?q=malaysia+homemade+motor+bikes&tbm=isch&source=univ&client=firefox-b-d&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwj0p5_OsuznAhXMxYUKHSYTAcMQsAR6BAgJEAE&biw=1024&bih=654

https://www.google.com/search?q=thailand+homemade+motor+bikes&tbm=isch&source=univ&client=firefox-b-d&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwjO6oXasuznAhUIJhoKHVYsDc8QsAR6BAgJEAE&biw=1024&bih=654

https://www.google.com/search?q=south+africa+homemade+motor+bikes&tbm=isch&source=univ&client=firefox-b-d&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwj2ga3ssuznAhVHCxoKHdZrDAgQsAR6BAgKEAE&biw=1024&bih=654

First mad car in Cameroon link bro

https://www.google.com/search?q=CAMEROON+first+car&tbm=isch&source=univ&client=firefox-b-d&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwjOyNPq7eznAhVeQxUIHSzZBdcQsAR6BAgKEAE&biw=1280&bih=910#imgrc=wxAHSQIJKlPtAM

1st philipino, not luo, luya, kamba, kauma, kisii or luo, but super car link below

https://www.google.com/search?q=aurelio+car&tbm=isch&source=univ&client=firefox-b-d&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwi71OTH8eznAhWXQxUIHddkBuAQsAR6BAgJEAE&biw=1280&bih=910

Ferrari and lambo co where are u, talk now even mr Hindu bro

Atleast pi mimi niwe na kimangi nishike matako yake usiko joo. Ging’otre gi yawhooyi to ginyuolo nyithindo gi thagogo G, to kebi okgidwa ni owinj mit no emande, giwacho ni mande imeleta kichwa as upuzi but the dont have 2nd mind they bring the very kids to kebi like not withstanding the abuses. Take care of ya kids dude, they were compromised or tolerated as if they behaved like car as kinyonga, people did not know how to make gadgets so they though with such character in future they might come up with the same or is that mechanical spirit of making gadgets is disturbing them, Friends it was a game of survival. Now we have known how gadgets are made by people who can talk to the devil who can at least be tolerated if not 1 might grab ya at night and hurl ya into a dump site or water body, cause u r of no utility, ought to be polite and just be as you can bring more kids of ya like, and u should not love women as well as u r being monitored if u can do dat to bring many disturbing kids. Truth bro with ya hip hop or like Kenyan music etc

Tryna save ya colonial master like french west Africa does applies the commonwealth nations as 1 saves his grand-parents or parents when old. Its all known the dubious ways, to long too late bro, let them fall or reduce population as one hope in the link below

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i0XOCs86om0

Car manufacturing taking foot in the link below follows, W-Europe where are you

https://autowise.com/ten-countries-you-didnt-even-know-made-cars/

https://www.google.com/search?rlz=1C1CHBD_enKE883KE883&q=sin+car&tbm=isch&source=univ&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwiZ7oO6_e7nAhVnx4UKHWcNCRoQsAR6BAgMEAE&biw=1280&bih=881

https://www.raillynews.com/2020/01/which-countries-in-the-world-are-producing-their-own-cars/

Images of Malagasy, Iran, Brazil, Mexico, Malaysia home made car link below, Mr Hindu now talk bro

https://www.google.com/search?rlz=1C1CHBD_enKE883KE883&q=karenjy+car&tbm=isch&source=univ&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwjSq5n8_u7nAhWLohQKHc4kBiEQsAR6BAgJEAE&biw=1280&bih=881

https://www.google.com/search?rlz=1C1CHBD_enKE883KE883&q=Mastretta+car&tbm=isch&source=univ&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwia8Kij_-7nAhV07OAKHXW4CMMQsAR6BAgIEAE&biw=1280&bih=881

https://www.google.com/search?rlz=1C1CHBD_enKE883KE883&q=the+lobby+car&tbm=isch&source=univ&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwin2L28_-7nAhUOkxQKHWR3DFoQsAR6BAgHEAE&biw=1280&bih=881

https://www.google.com/search?rlz=1C1CHBD_enKE883KE883&q=proton+car&tbm=isch&source=univ&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwiix9rU_-7nAhWUDmMBHZCTDBUQsAR6BAgJEAE&biw=1280&bih=881

https://www.google.com/search?rlz=1C1CHBD_enKE883KE883&q=saipa+cars&tbm=isch&source=univ&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwiT7cn3_-7nAhWLERQKHTywDXAQsAR6BAgJEAE&biw=1280&bih=881

https://www.google.com/search?rlz=1C1CHBD_enKE883KE883&q=pars+khodro+cars&tbm=isch&source=univ&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwiJ09uSgO_nAhVSDmMBHWy7CGIQsAR6BAgKEAE

https://www.google.com/search?rlz=1C1CHBD_enKE883KE883&q=khodro+cars&tbm=isch&source=univ&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwjRqJOwgO_nAhUO_RQKHfKaClgQsAR6BAgJEAE&biw=1280&bih=881

https://www.google.com/search?rlz=1C1CHBD_enKE883KE883&q=Genesis+cars&tbm=isch&source=univ&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwjut-HFgO_nAhXp1uAKHTZ8BkoQsAR6BAgKEAE&biw=1280&bih=881

https://www.google.com/search?rlz=1C1CHBD_enKE883KE883&q=ssangyong+cars&tbm=isch&source=univ&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwjP6KPVgO_nAhWs0eAKHWn7AhsQsAR6BAgJEAE&biw=1280&bih=881

Children accessories not even made by luo, kisii, kamba or kikuyu, make such and post on youtube stop claiming u own things yet youtube is empty and free for ya. Stop or talk now as talk is cheap dude, in the link below

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In the bible might have killed folks using whats in tumblr sirjustice22 or those who transfigure into other animals in his belly, which one. Or u kill me as finish me like crush. Wiche dude?

Cadillac car place like human teeth or cattle or apes in the dough then hurl cold water unto it and boom the car. Like 200 kg of porridge like dough put in the container.

Speaker cable should be omitted to be replaced with wireless system dude in the link below, wires from ya stereo to ya speakers

https://www.google.com/search?q=wireless+speaker+system+images&tbm=isch&source=univ&client=firefox-b-d&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwiRw4mDqeznAhURCWMBHWooCoMQsAR6BAgKEAE&biw=1024&bih=654

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Now they have made ya like a chicken which is to be gotten to be slaughtered dude, Kinda, they got like ugali in case they get it, they cut ya into-pieces and dine on ya like in the link below

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vOQ0V9OhN4o

https://www.google.com/search?q=e-vehicles+philippines&tbm=isch&source=univ&client=firefox-b-d&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwjq3dONseznAhUSx4UKHfyxDBEQsAR6BAgKEAE&biw=1024&bih=654

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First mad car in Cameroon link bro

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1st philipino, not luo, luya, kamba, kauma, kisii or luo, but super car link below

https://www.google.com/search?q=aurelio+car&tbm=isch&source=univ&client=firefox-b-d&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwi71OTH8eznAhWXQxUIHddkBuAQsAR6BAgJEAE&biw=1280&bih=910

Ferrari and lambo co where are u, talk now even mr Hindu bro

If u partake banana with pineapple juice ya 2 mouths became small or tiny, if u take banana ripe 1 with cold water it destroys the eyes of some1 who wants ya by force so people take heed dude. It becomes yellow in color at 1st b4 it spoils fully if u continue with dat. Orange juice with banana thins ya tongue and makes ya booty small if those whom u want by force partakes it dude. Avocado juice with banana makes ya head small, apple juice with banana increases libido and makes the hand of those who wants ya by force small

In the bible might have killed folks using whats in tumblr sirjustice22 or those who transfigure into other animals in his belly, which one. Or u kill me as finish me like crush. Wiche dude?

Cadillac car place like human teeth or cattle or apes in the dough then hurl cold water unto it and boom the car. Like 200 kg of porridge like dough put in the container.

Speaker cable should be omitted to be replaced with wireless system dude in the link below, wires from ya stereo to ya speakers

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Now they have made ya like a chicken which is to be gotten to be slaughtered dude, Kinda, they got like ugali in case they get it, they cut ya into-pieces and dine on ya like in the link below

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vOQ0V9OhN4o

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nJLgF1XBOV4

It even makes u lazy cause they are into ya, kinda, ya mind thinks rich, maybe, u should find on how to relax maybe they can set ya free, all eyes glued on ya to make ya hungry but if u go to eat they want ya food or say u eat much. Silly character dude

Black car breeds respect and bring calmness around as good spirit and sign of an understanding and a mature society, so place human genitals on the paint to repaint it with so if u see 1 see an ignited inferno instill the going to hell reality.

Are shoes peculiar with a certain people or certain group of people or they just bought the 1st shoe outcome many, in that if u wear 1 a group has worn u depict them or not guys.

Bill like mortuary, sales men bill should be payed online as they know how to manipulate on how they submit the cash to the relevant authorities to marshal up part of the profits sales gotten to help boda boda people secure motor bikes, tuk tuks and even matatu to put on road b4 in a 2 weeks or a month synonymous with motor bike operators to given them back the cash and return to the authority above without being known dude. With Morgue bill some pay 4 their people on the 1st entrance and write on the book it was promissory to be paid when they are getting out the body thus channel it on the above tricks. Online payment will abolish this dude!! Mobile phone sales men and bread, milk and alcohol does the above to get rich quickly dude!!

The posh coffins can also be made by taking the locally made 1 then u sprinkle cereals or cut grass immediately after pouring out cold water and seeing the flash of light and with anything, made cars, houses, molded things like jets, planes etc

The now get to know the number of household per country by wireless china electric meter then subtract the once 4 sme or small business and get the later and thats why they want every house to have the same, resorting to rapid rural electrification to achieve their goal of disbursing or having a rough figure of how many xmas gadgets like lights, balloons or trees the ought to make to supply, the African colonizers, Hindu, China and other African tribes who have learnt the same like not long the luo, kisii, kamba, kikuyu but luckily enough now every tom hurry and dick tribe knows the same, so it proves futile and a detriment to their pursuits resorting not to open angers but finished.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8WYHDfJDPDc

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i0XOCs86om0

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ogOI4aZcwio

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vYH6Sw3A-BA

In the link above, if people are in to ya, without apparent reason, just urinate on a plastic bin, small 1, then add water and hurl outside ya house or on the road adjacent to ya and it goes well with ya, no kidding dude, what do u no to pride yaself, getting money online or eating the pussy which as well i know maybe more well than ya. Quit dude, when am done with USA, they start talking of china faintly not knowing i can do de same to china wooden structures. I will not sit with them, if they r forcing, is upon me to shrink in my dreams, to relent in my desires which they used rto abuse previously. Jesus with pharisees, woe thing, was 2 way to induct any1 not to sit with them again, after they have frustrated ya, can get to oppress ya again like they did to him, masai blood of being slow on critical issues and food lovers

Ammunition link below, Africa made, It ought to, built with Kenya luo, kisii or kamba as kikuyu teens, why not dude, answer me folks, what u gon do dude!!!!

https://www.theglobeandmail.com/news/world/canadian-owned-firm-sold-armoured-vehicles-to-sudan-despite-export-ban/article31716928/

https://edition.cnn.com/2017/11/14/africa/mobius-made-in-africa-kenya-suv/index.html

https://www.google.com/search?rlz=1C1CHBD_enKE883KE883&q=african+own+made+cars&tbm=isch&source=univ&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwjRxN_0g-znAhVwQUEAHSvVDUYQsAR6BAgHEAE&biw=1280&bih=881#imgrc=u33B8qGtHtvE-M

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Vietnam car in the link below as well as Taiwan

https://www.straitstimes.com/business/new-vietnam-car-brand-hits-the-road

https://www.google.com/search?q=%22Sloe+Vehicle%22&tbm=isch&source=univ&client=firefox-b-d&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwi8_IumiOrnAhUM1hoKHfZlB_sQsAR6BAgKEAE&biw=1024&bih=654

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Electric_bicycle

Prado if u belittle folks gives ya bowed legs as the side effect. Mango juice taken with cake or bread, kinda, peels of the top skull of ya head if u belittle 1.

When a car like the new Prado got different headlight or the rear 1 in many different forms then it reduces the envy of that car like in the link below

https://www.pinterest.com/y0900/car-headlights/

Helicopter where u can stop propeller just like with the car braking system so that incase of default u just get down on parachute not fearing the propeller will cut ya and remote controlled as well so u control it in a wireless manner on ya parachute so it lands safely.

Some cars like new prado swell like annoyed, they don’t like bad figure structures and hooligans on it, it love well understanding people dude who are intuitive and innovative, even with old Mercedes which love serene environment with few people, kinda, u see it sad, got spirit dude, hate people who are bogged into tradition loves open fellows even some many cars like infinity, they bring the spirit of violence around dude, no kidding fellows.

If u partake mbichi fruits as raw with cold water, u see 1 who hates ya in a coffin, it kills dramatically bro, no lies dude, Christ with little children and road to emaus with Jesus as well as beatitudes. Another reason arrested showing the enemy on how to kill the oppressor via these insane tricks dude.

Made kales if u eat without eating a piece raw or looking outside besides ya this way or that way after not long cracks ya incisor teeth with ya or if one u belittle without cause partakes such

Mango, orange juice with cakes cut holes on ya forebrain, Malachi 4 to cement reality. Apple juice attracts panga accident where 1 risks his hand being cut if 1 he belittles without course partakes such. Pineapple juice does the same with orange juice or with mango juice with bread where ya forehead get big bringing it outside dude.

Mango, avocado if u partake with water as well cracks your hater teeth, even with raw pawpaw.

The women who got Burma blooded plotting death in conjunction with the same men on young men they want by force size of their kids, normally they carry basket, kikapu on their hands, wanting free things without course, king of the Jew and women with Barabbas to cement de truth. Their time of reckoning is coming when a coin is placed on the palm of the hand to see the wish if the cut 1 down, likewise will be done to them dude, we have now known their network dude.

I saw 1 walking like Samson the robust, the Lord spirit around him. He was sukuma, argentina blooded, he was brought to finish the jew but did it unwisely, they will never get it until u come up with the same ammunition they got and u did not have to finish them, don’t get into deals with them. The Fredrick Luggard who met masai and killed koitalel was signaling many of their character, don’t do likewise bro lest ya fail got spirit, don’t join the ugly lest they cut ya or the bad. To cement de fact the jew are bad people period wanting their own progress not 4 others. Time to finish them aint tomorrow but right now dude and its ripe.

Give that kid direction to take that money and give to the house help next door to see if the likes of Vincent see things from his eye, as he must see what she sees. Tell her to close her eyes when taking and giving so we find out de truth of placing the coin in the palm of the hand and it came to pass when many were asked who stole the money and the kid was pointed, u can even use a blind person to take ya thing and give to some1 then we see. Even an incident in the usa once u know the 2, u came up with trut even on plane like in the middle of the sea dude. Mr Hindu stop hick up and hunger, get to how u feed ya belly in a descent way

Buy the fingerprint padlock at kenya jumuia in the link below, secure ya door let them die their own death, the burglars.

https://www.jumia.co.ke/safety-padlocks-hasps/

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Get a glimpse of gas powered bus or vehicles from china

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If u touch ya mafi is known by how ya hand expands and then get small period dude, we know it dat way dude, just like with things like panga, axe, drills, grinder if u hard annoyed 1 and about to revenge even hitting u with such weapons above, its signals ya of real dangers bro, if u see 1 in those fine days think twice and back off. Click the link below 4 more

https://www.google.com/search?client=firefox-b-d&q=touching+your+feacal+matter+side+effects

Some1 still rude, knows a lot, involved in wanting rich women by force not of his tribe, thinks he is cleaver yet if u place a coin in the palm of ya hand u see her rather him watching his dad being beaten up to death with his close friends such as Gregory Issac etc, watching with her close friends whom they lived next to when they were young. They target is to get like 4 weekly in different cities, take their money or if not the morgue bill as explained above used to buy a motor bike 4 the hooligans as they have now known to make formalin which now saves their expenditure. The motor bike operator return like $4 at the end of the day to facilitate the cartel work which i know not. Mrprophet when translated in swahili then to luo

Gimidwalo emari kikigen kikigen, katek, youthe, to kisumu pacho, athagra nango not sianda, get me straight dude

U think they beba ugali want to cut ya just waiting 4 meat. If u realise that u kill him b4 he does the same to ya. When 1 dont eat he dies and they want that. Mps have relented, now they have investigated scrap metal dealership is lucrative giving some people small capital to start, more lucrative even than their posts, so can even ambush those who have ventured into it or thinking. Folks take heed, ME abart dont take them back, even new dont take hin back again take a new 1. The somali people, got this bro. Click the link below

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0WOHZ9QhI9M

Socks, tai or shoes like 10 pairs goes 4 $5, to stop all the monitoring that ought to feed the lifestyles of the lazy, making them looking down upon ya at the 2 points i mentioned dude

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I0HZG8dqMPc

Dont sing to a white woman dat why, let them be prostitutes bro, they think u wanna take technology off them to out-shine them like nyamwezi belle tisa, wanwaleny bwana in-tara tara kanyo, sauli chako, chietha, nyofrith in the link below

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w1N2i3d7Rls

Somali just came to induct me of avoiding much food as it attracts a gun as plotting crime, folks disatified with little but have not gained their plan and breeds disrespect. I think with war out-break in somali long-time and no justice now, they have known the truths of hell so wanna be their at once as a tribe, its a blessing in disguise. They would long to be served like in the usa or be there but cant happen. With their women let the be prostitutes, wachana na masomo as well as they are intertwined, synonyms dude, yesus got that blood as well as china, kinda, people who dont want real progress but true with Africans breeds a certain spirit with good things, they should just be like right now

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Somali_Civil_War

The link below shows killings organized by Dignitaries liaising with hooligans like motor bike riders to annihilated as they have known on how to make formalin by immersing cut euphobia in water then hurl cold water, so they take it to the morgue liaising with authorities so they buy just little amount or put some cash in their pockets of to buy formalin which has been made at no-extra cost, it cost like $120 4 one dead body so if many like 100 cost $12000 which is around 1,500,000, which is put on roads as motor bikes later buys taxi then buses that ferry people to different Kenya cities. Mortuary bill should not be charged to eradicate this. The nation is poor and they refuse resorting to dubious ways thinking wont be unearthed.

Wichita state University i dont wanna be thre and i done told you friends, i have gone to the university of hooliganism and i got a 1st class degree in brutality, then stop many words, dont play guitar to me dude like a cow wont listen bro, well, give me the visa and apart from hitting ya eye (male) with stone to take me to jail i will light fire on ya wooden apartment and it will be loss to ya and jail me 4 years. Dude thats ya want, tell me dude, what do u want, dont u now clearly knows ya time is over dude in the link below

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_JAa3NvP6f4

Also i got beside the above, degree in domestic violence from university of du-mexico, nyofrith, pierith saying ya own things in books, daytime lies dude, am feed up with dude

If we got a padlock that if u open has a wireless alarm system that rings in ya house, blue tooth 1 or fingerprint enabled 1 and many more why keep dogs 4 male they instigate bad sexual characters in male but excusable with women in the link below

https://www.google.com/search?q=alarm+enabled+padlocks+from+china+images&tbm=isch&source=univ&client=firefox-b-d&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwjpjMb18-fnAhUnA2MBHeNzD8IQsAR6BAgKEAE&biw=1280&bih=910

https://www.pinterest.com/makelock/siren-alarm-padlock/

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Vehicle link made in kenya below

https://africa-facts.org/6-cars-produced-in-africa-by-africans-for-africa/

The above kid, when he was being made was like the greatest sex. People whodont have great sex give birth to polite kids.No kidding dude, okna-ng'otho why lie bro, I did not fuck bro, sikutomba to bring a disturbing kid who wants goodie just from me, behave like he knows all yet youn, cant play like other kids. They will not stop saying u want their food or cash, yet its been years they see u eating without begging them so it hurts them, still they wanna send money to Tz with all the explained in other tumblr a/c like E-vehicle overtaking oil that tz got oil they will benefit cause the natives hate being employed and are lazy. Dude get it its wrong, change tactics, or let it be war, come out don’t call other fellows and let us fight to see the winner. U wretched and wicked wanting peoples food many people yet u u eat in darkness or seclusion. Big shame, I still say die, Mr Dennis go back to ya nation, don’t bring ya kids to people yet u still live good than them, anyway whats ya kid with kitten like ear lobes, a people who knows nothing but disturb, don’t waste my fxxxxxxxxxxxcking time, got people to see, places to go, not just with u or ya kid. Stop sickening character dude of even employing dat character to youth as its good because u r white, get back to ya nation. Many desperate get there make it and send money back home, why not u dude, stop being a drug baron and nuisance. HIM Wanting to grab ya manhood and food while reverse it, stop dude, stop monitoring what others are eating dude while u, u get money online, live ya life dude.

Movies should be taken to theater a new 1 to reduce Dstv menace, build many theater people to avert whats related to dish menace. Am eying to open 1 dude, why lie, dont let me die and once i got my cash u see me opening 1. Click the link below dude

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ixxQ8Zx2J0Q

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vOT-EVjmEf8

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_movie_theater_chains

The dough taken with cold water, or bread or wheat products taken with cold passion soda explained above u take at your own time not in their vicinity. Can keep them at ya home and partake them at night, even when they annoy ya immediately u cant take it cause they will give ya names like strangling 1 but take it at night in ya own pleasure or free time dude to a shame the Spirit not mr devil as earlier perceived.

Earth crust is 16 km, the green-man dug it long time and left to planet Venus leaving Europe and America empty b4 the whites now in Europe went their to occupy the free left land just like now with going to mass, dude History repeats its self, they dug holes from below to the upper crust as atmosphere, then some they left opened and people know to date though structures have been constructed to hide them while others they dug a big hole again on top of that hole and hurled big rocks then marum to block them, to date people dont know there are holes there but structures as well on-top of them but the white men knows the bearing of those places and now the structures on top of them, so another reason as tourists come to check with other hidden local friends like hawkers if they have been identified or not cause countries as china, Taiwan deemed to be enemies can came like in Migosi Estate and get to the utter crust via them to attack other lands once they got electric-drones which dont use fuel which the white man never fathomed could be so its a threat all-together and china getting to the usa to investigate the same even on white-house land trump meeting dude. It the Gimmick china as E-Asia is using cheating usa they dont want kebi yet writing text to each other using kids to deliver. USA take heed bro, be warned of friends. They want ya to quit, with recent technological advances like E-bikes in Taiwan and other Asian tiger nations. Click the link below 4 more, china even got drones without wings, internal propellers to facilitate the same

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Mtastop haje hiyo character ya kusema mtu anataka chakula yako natena unamumonita kama ako na do, amanikuchizi. Shortly without pity or shame u talk to him good as u want from him,u think i will strungle myself 4get, sasa ni mawe, hebujaribu kunishow dhach, uone kama natowa macho, peleka mtoto wako mtukutu huku, kufa, die dont want my money then u revise it. Weka pesa kwa simu then show us the receipt that i beg u money. Jinga hii, shoga huyu, minataka vitu za bure, nenda kwenyu mwenye meno mbaya, kikuyu hii, ugly animal. Nyofridh, nyofridh, chieth, mime-enda wapi sasa, pesa sitawapatiya, kwenda huku na mboro ovya yenye wajaroga kama ya neli mimi abat

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Mit mal thel mal thep, thup, thep, mala kwa mala, okoweyo nyato cha chien donge amos says denanu rather delanu

aseyudo nyako manyiewo na gikmoko kana kwamba mimi ni misichana, yani kanene tawuotho kagima asoko piny in a haste to spirit molo cool ni mimi ni mtu mzima i should slow down dude. Awinjo kaka nyili winjoga gi machaligi omonegi gikmoko, eeeya wang!!

Euphorbia in water then Hyde placed make gadgets like shoes, mattress, hammer car, pencils etc. When newspaper placed makes even limousine like lincolin cars, xmas lights, tree, ballons and even flowers. As what u put in the dough process to give ya those gadgets i have explained on the mrfoolsir tumblr u replace them with Euphorbia method dude.

Euphobia placed in honey makes honey buns, chapaties, mandazi, cakes, tea, coffee, cocoa, cobblers glue, gum, belts, tv and even shoes and jacket.

Placed in milk u come up with long life milk products, meat, kales, tomato, onions, fruits, cloths, cassava, soup like indomie, flour either wheat or millet, groundnuts, potatoes, milk shake, ghee, yorghurt or ice cream dude. Why go the long way if ya nation got no wheat 4 dough or rye. When the child belly is full then we start joking with the kid buying them just snacks not hiding from responsibility and heaping it on others while they got theirs. Child love starts from there dude.

Dont signal me by side, still it will land u in hell, the question being “why did you not write even in the local flights where no 1 could see on their eye what u r thinking then give it to the fellow. Folks please do that if at dat time you got the cash to board 1.‘

Nimimi ndimi nilikuwa kwa jela, nikasema wengi wanataka kujiuwa juu hawana cahakula mimi unamonitor pesa zangu kwa scrap dealer hapo tu-mtaani na inawachoma. Wacha kuona njaa bwana, peter, dedan hautashika mboloya mtu kwani wewe ni nani. Shoga hii, lazy braggart, okal hizo miguu zako za masquito utajuta, shoga hii, kwenda huko, mwenye njaa, wacha post election etoke, utaona, jinga hii, kuletea watu watoto, bure kabisa, bloodifool. Tho! Wa-eki, have never borrowed u money dude, kwenda ukufe huko, maybe mtu amebadilika mimi but mimi i dont remember, fake huyu, kwenda huko.

Inducting dedanu and his likes on how to live well in future though living big, wanaweza linda the world if white men left 4 mass and given Rusia with its attributes no they will manipulate other tribes to cause war period, their plan dude

To open this tumblr a/c i was in kisumu town in another cyber as i have copy pasted everything from start of sirjustice1 or 2 - 25 and i used bolt computer software, so how will u shift a/c, even if u manage like to delete tumblr a/c 20 its still on this. Wastage of time resorting to hooliganism and gaysm. Kikuyu will chop my money, they say behind my back, how sure are u am gonna live here, answer me dude, then tell wsu to stay with money and i wont get their or if so resort to absurdities i have explained above. Leave me alone dude like a flag post left on a mountaintop, mfalme wa yawhoodi to cement de trut. MOLDOVA blooded people got like kamba blood of accepting ya and belittling ya without course, take heed dude though they work hard, they love people talking as if they got money and arousing them the love vagina as sex with men, get to know this dude to stop screwing up the world race

thE-vehicle and no fuel generator rests on the above bro

Clink the link below 4 more Ae photos

https://sirjustice26.tumblr.com/

The way electronics are made with manuals is the same way even bestsellers are written. U come up with a synopsis then tell Mr Devil and he writes that handsad or book to ya choosing the best words deluding people Mr white man is intelligent than use, daytime lie just like with making machines. Click the link below 4 more

https://www.theguardian.com/news/datablog/2012/aug/09/best-selling-books-all-time-fifty-shades-grey-compare

They left wilderness 4 the fun of snow and never though people will learn their dubious ways of making illicit cash and gadgets, this ought to have kept them on-top 4rever so wanna destroy the gene to come up not with intelligent dudes who cant fathom the above. their biggest headache bro. Another reason they were going to hell out of changing the course of Lake Victoria so they would rather get to hell but their kids lands somewhere good so they went to Europe so that interms futurity is not in the mind of the children that they had lived there and to find out whether constructions like roads or Buildings, companies can diminish after along time without people which was true but what they still found intact was the underneath stones used in road construction dude.

Once you got the foundation on land or on water the below in the link below is made, not with ya own mind as much as sky scraping buildings of the city and the roads.

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With Sky scraper you can put the porridge like dough in a big like petroleum cylinder even with ships or planes

https://www.google.com/search?rlz=1C1CHBD_enKE883KE883&q=photos+of+suspended+bridge+over+water&tbm=isch&source=univ&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwim5NaIou_nAhWHN8AKHU2UC5kQsAR6BAgKEAE&biw=1280&bih=881

When you add blue band to dough u come up with the Filipino Aurelio super car, the hand bread of motor bike placed in dough you come up with Morocco super car or if u just place mango inside

https://www.google.com/search?rlz=1C1CHBD_enKE883KE883&q=images+of+windsor+wireless+door+bell&tbm=isch&source=univ&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwjvsNv9ou_nAhWnThUIHVGnBxYQsAR6BAgKEAE&biw=1280&bih=881

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The wireless alarm door bell can ring up-to 80 meter apart, beyond that it looses the signal bro, The wireless alarm door padlock or lock can be made that way not to ring inside the padlock but on the portable alarm like the door bell and a friend is telling me that if u got unlimited payment plan like in the link below then you tie your door bell alarm to the kabambe phone while its charger on the socket when a way, but make sure you are calling another phone like landline or just mobile using that phone never to answer the call, when some1 grabs your alarm padlock if made the same way above, by just the vibration on it switches on the alarm to ring on the phone mouth piece to call the extra-phone you have to signal ya that some1 is tampering with ya door lock even a 1000 miles a way.

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Am not saying am gonna make this but am writing to quick nations like china who can read the line and makes the same connected to the phone from inside directly that u dont have to tie the 2 like above, but just from inside the padlock if it vibrates or insert the key on the hole- folks dont get me in a bind, aint talking about the vagina and the penis- it sound the alarm even miles away, creating maximum security if on ya door u place the 3 types of padlocks in the link below

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Kate wacha mambo mob not justice, nipe hiyo kitu kama chupa imetupwa utaepata tu hapo if not tampered with even after decades, kwani kuma ni nini? Haung’owi, hautokinacho. Nipe hicho kitu cha chini ni twange, nikute usiku kucha, nipige, nibonde, walae hata mochanda nipe hicho kitu jo, mtu wangu, beste wa mine ni twange twa twa, ra ra, ma ma, sa x2, pa x2 wa-lie nipe nichimbe mresh, girl friend, nasikiya wanachesha nacho eti jembe ni mzito inawachkesha ilahali ya ni ndogo na light eti tinga tinga fuel imeisha na kubuy is a little bit expensive na kwangu ni mlima na tumia plough in the link below hata si ng’ombe mtu wangu. Njoo mama nipe visit ni twange hicho kitu hata magdalin na amanda says kebi secretly on phone to me, the hand pushed one, innovative guys do things differently not on a different way they are pro-active doing things not the right way but doing the right thing even on pussy

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Some1 tell me, they are too blind to see dude, in the link below

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Df6YKjeWpT0

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zm9nJKXsq8E

https://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=tyrese+one+girl

#when you pour out beans soup on 1 mafi they resort to chronic diarrhea

#mango juice tightens their gut resorting to constipation

#pinnaple juice cut the intestine

#avoca

#avocado juice shrinks their head making it small as i a blessing when u do such to your own

#apple juice destroy the eye

#. Take any part of spare part of any car even just 1 gear of the engine or gear box and place in dough or irish potatoe mixed with water and

#boom that car even with toyota mc2 or any machine bro. In small hotels they take the instestine of the dog or cut or any rodents and place o

#on waru then boom that meat they mix with true meat and sell. How to know this is if u see 1 who has taken such u see the kinda with like mu

#mustache

#of like the kitten like in my life changed by

#Ginuwine

#in the link below

#. when you pour hot water scrub their head hair while cold water make their hair curly. It as well pasuwa their front teeth if you pour out

#mango juice unto their mafi

#mfalme wa yawhodi cement de truth bro

#if u burn the mafi on fire makes ya 2 booty accumulated purse

#tutu or got wound

#so take heed dude

#we know ya, pinnaple juice as well tie up ya intestine when those u belittle partake.

Reading peoples mind

Tomorrow as i have planed am going to embark on my journey to planet Pluto using my small plane in the link below which aint electric but carries 10 liters of oil which covers 200 km stopping to refuel at intervals. Folks is this wishful thing or truth that Mr Hindu telling folks to breed nationwide go slow or just falling a sleep at daytime dream. What u think is not necessarily what u gonna do, is it feasible bro, Mr Hindu ya time is long overdue and neither that will put food on table bro stop getting into folks thinking, if its stealing a bank let the trukana blooded go a head and be gunned down as now we got sophisticated mechanism like drones, wireless camera, automated padlocks to curb that, kinda, u block these people to be eliminated with ya tricks cause u r also that tribe blooded period

Check my tumblr account sirjustice32 or mcsleepynelson

U wanna tell him something in the lapse of ya triumph who was listening to you but at dat time, when u touch their shoulder maybe in pretense they were not hearing, they move it away from ya hand, as if u had seduced them not knowing u have finished them while at dat time they aint independent but putting up with a friend having a dubious way which might end while to them is everlasting, the luo blooded men like TZ.

The green-man was made with the duck which the luo were made out of but the bick was cut as worker and vineyard parable cements the truth. How different tribes were made with dough which kebi placed on it black food color and fell on soil the Lord directed the angels the previous day they were going to start creation thinking it was pure clay soil in some parts he put black plastisine mixed with clay bro

Whitemen- the white domestic dogs, Cameroonians the puppy like sagging neck dog like in Tyrese song one.

Suthe,king of the jew to bring out reality, the south nyanza luos as well as Argentinians, wild dogs and wild they became as trukana folks, can survive on hardship and wanting free things. YESUS they love, talking good men.

Mr Hindu created out of snail, like talking ill and slow to the later.

Nyanya- nyamwezi

Masai- penguin bro, straight and like standing

Togo people, some frogs, jumpy, many kobe slow but hard hearted, some owl as tula loving meno, tugo, tula as vita, violence and loving folks who speak as if tired, twisting things upside down as words in their talks, chura, kufura, heated bro, wild or mad

Meru lizard, escape when sees fellows, Kikuyu out of inserted normal security dogs

Kisii or taiwan out of kitten, paka, like tinting people names, paka rangi, worker and vineyard parable to bring out reality, lovin people who speaks in hard way, tek. They play with the luo cause the slaves ought to have taken the land they took so they dont want the luo to get to Illinois as next to Dakota their is oil they will get cheaply so wont hustle but just talk when truth dawns or green-man comes back.

Kamba, ongonglo in luo,madi out of lion inserted in dough long b4 the genes were destroyed.

Noah bird coming back to the ark, the dove like in tyrese song come back to me shawty. Click the link below dude

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zm9nJKXsq8E

China or Mongolians, tiger, cheater in dough

Hawk put in dough makes Brazilian, while Eagle which looks from above were kalenjin b4 race were destroyed out of intermarriages.

Horses put on dough were Banganda as Romanians or Hungary people and many more tribes i cant write as u can take any animal and place it on dough in ya mind and see which tribe comes to mind either after partaking groundnuts or mwarubaine concoction.

The white duck the luo were made out of will never stop bickering lest u stay away from their zone, them, king of the jew to bring reality bro what made christ to be killed talking to folks, giving them fear of how they were created, they ought to be oblivious of it to move on.