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The Dark Road Ahead. Chapter 8 Part 1: Misfortune from the Land of Tides

2023.05.29 09:44 FluffWrites The Dark Road Ahead. Chapter 8 Part 1: Misfortune from the Land of Tides

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“Blessed accessories of all varieties. Come sway fortune in your favor with trinkets blessed by the very own Beucara of the seven jaws of the mystic mother themselves, brought to you all the way from the land of tides Nami-Kuni.” The short old lady announced to bypassers using what little voice she had to try to attract the customer to her miniature stand.
A small huddled-up figure of a boy sat on the adjacent sidewalk with arms wrapped around his head with the sound of sniffing and weeping emitting from him
“Young lady, come here. This necklace blesses one's body with great fertility if you desire-“ She tried to grab the attention of a couple walking nearby, but they passed by her without even granting her a glance.
“Sir, Sir. If you could .…” It was no use. No one cared enough about her simple wares, especially with how old her stand looked. However, the wailing of this kid wasn’t helping either and as a matter of fact, it was starting to get really repetitive.
“Shoo. Get out of here, kid. Loiter around some other stand, before someone comes and kidnaps you. Go scare someone else’s customers off.”
But he paid her no heed, just like the others.
“Tsk. I swear parents these days don’t bother raising their kids themselves-“ She stepped off the wooden crate that she was standing on and grumbled her way toward Zekes to scold him. But stopped in her tracks once she once got a better look at him She took a look at the poor boy, who had curled up into a ball and dug his nails into his arms. His cries screamed of a pitiful state of resentment.
“Are you alright, boy? Are you lost?” She called out to him as she tried to put a hand on his shoulder, which he immediately shrugged off.
This made her flinched for a second. “You got a lot of attitude for such a young man.” She commented tiredly, yet the boy still disregarded her comments.
“Listen, kid. I don’t know what has led you to huddle up all by yourself next to my stand during this busy time of day. But you are scaring off my customers and last time I checked jinn doesn’t grow on trees. So could you kindly step away?” She pleaded, but Zekes stayed resilient in his stubbornness.
She let out a weary sigh. “If I weave your fortune, would that cheer you up enough to stop you from crying at the very least?”
Zekes slowly raised his head revealing a snot-covered face and puffy eyes.
“You can … tell my fortune?” He answered in a nasal tone.
“Something of that sort.” Zekes watched her march back to her stall, struggling to get onto the crate again. He vaguely remembers a story from a book about traveling chosen from an eastern land of beauty and festivals.
“Do you want your future told, or would you rather keep gawking at me?”
“Ah, sorry.” He quickly got on his feet, repulsively wiping off his snoot on his arm as he made way.
“Ugh.” The sound of disgust escaped her. “Don’t touch anything unless I tell you to, otherwise you are paying for it.” She warned him before he sat down.
“If I remember correctly, it should be somewhere right here.” She fumbled tirelessly under the table, before thumping a heavy oval object dressed in cloth in front of her, all sitting tightly on a thick cushion. Wiping the sweat off her brows, she unraveled a large glass disk.
The old lady breathed a bit of pride as she presented it to him.
“Bet you have never seen diffusion glass this large before?”
She waited for Zekes’ reaction, but his once emotionally charge face had only a dull expression to give in response.
“So it was all a sham.” He said with disappointment in his eyes.
“Sham?!?” She repeated loudly.
“It is just a fancy-looking diffusion glass. You are just gonna use it to dictate my type of Beucara and start spouting nonsense. You got my hopes up for nothing.” He pouted at the glass disk.
“It is a multipurpose tool, kid. If you doubt me so much feel free to leave any time you want, it is not like I made you pay for this.” She reminded Zekes. ”Now put your hand upon the crystal and concentrate on filling it up with your raw Beucara and spare me of your mockery.”
Zekes didn’t protest, for she did only ask him to stop crying in exchange.
He complyingly put both his hands on the crystal and tried to feel as if little currents of air blew out of his pores. A small amount of dark gaseous fluid crept through the glass like smoke through an amber.
“Ah, that is good. I see you are well-rehearsed in utilizing your Beucara. That should be enough.”
At the base of the cushion, he could barely see a slab of stone with a concave surface, it was perfectly designed to let the glass have the freedom to rotate while it was on top. Skillfully, she balanced the top of the disk with her finger and began spinning it with her other hand. Slowly the dark gas started separating into clouds of 2 different colors, an orange-colored mass and a smaller blue one.
“It appears that you are a quite blessed elemetasis with a bit of sorcesis Beucara. A lil’ master of the elements in the making I see. Not much of a rare combination. Often people with your attributes are able to control and manifest a material, such as fire and wind.” She scoffed.
“I am not a little master of anything.“ He pouted. “Regardless, why don’t you tell me something I don’t already know.”
“Don’t take it so personally. I have seen many elementosorcesis pull off inhuman feats. A guy I crossed paths with once was able to become invisible by bending light around him. But if you think this is the extent of what I can do then, you ain’t seen a thing, kid!”
She rubbed the palm of her hands together as she murmured a prayer-like verse.
“Bless us with your sight, she whose jaws still ache. When the coastal breeze turned our tint blue, was it not you who weaved our clothes from your mane,? Was it not you who called for grief when the blood of our ephemeral protectors soiled the currents of our streams? Was it not you who taught the blind stars how to shine, so that the moon needn’t to lead the night alone? So who is it if not you that will guide this gentle seedling through the torrents of uncertainty, for it shall surely bear fruit in your great plan by your clairvoyance.”
The tip of her thumb and index finger from both her hands were now aligned against each other with the empty space between them adopting the shape of an oval flower. She gently placed her palms up against the glass just before a bundle of silk-like projections entered the glass. They danced and darted through the two masses inside, like a careful hand knitting a scarf, barely reducing with each emergence as the color quickly shifted from one to another.
“What are they trying to do?” Zekes was dumbfounded.
“This is not what is really important for you. What is important mostly for you is what color they end up tampering your Beucara into.”
“But they look like they are trying to turn it into something.”
“Beucara is shapeless, kid. No mold can redefine its shape, for it will always revert back to its most relaxed form. Just like the pattern of your eyes, the color is also unique to each person. No two beings share the same exact color and behavior of Beucara. Almost as if the strings of fate have already seen through your whole being. Writing your existence through shades our mind can only hope to decipher the nick of.”
“But as the great scholar Axtutan once said: “To guess at a being’s nature is the most essential step to its nurture”.
“That is why my people have dedicated their lives to mastering the art of revealing and interpreting this secret hue, in the hopes of providing ease to those minds whose thoughts agonize for what is to come. Like a shepherd judging if the clouds in the sky proclaim of an incoming storm so that he hastens the flock’s grazing.” She ended by enveloping the disk in the cloth it was packed by. “Now we let it rest for quite a while, then your destiny shall be revealed to you.”
The eyes of the boy in front of her were now gleaming in awe.
“How did you do that? That was so beautiful”
“Hmph.” She scoffed, before declaring proudly. “What else would you have expected? You are looking at an art that has been honed through a thousand years of fine work by the greatest of Sorcesis users.”
“You whispered something right before the squiggly line came out of your hands. Was that how you were able to use your power?”
“Those squiggly lines you are talking about aren’t of my own power. I prayed to the mystic mother to grant me her blessing for nothing more than a moment. It is through the mystic mother’s Beucara that weavers are able to shape the colors. She is the lifeline of all that we hold dear and all that we strive to accomplish. If not for her, our ancestor's refuge after the Great Ascension, Nami-Kuni would have never come into existence. And for that, we are in eternal gratitude, so the least we can do is chant our personal prayer.”
“You really hold that lady in such a high place. She must have helped a lot of people. Can you teach me how to do that thing with the squiggles? Please. Pretty please.” He begged.
“Sorry, can’t.” She made sure the glass was wholly covered in the cloth.
“Come on, why? I promise not to bother you again. I really do mean it this time. So please just teach me, please.”
“Sorry, kid. I won’t budge on this. So let go of it already.”
“Well then. I refuse to leave you alone till you teach me how.”
Zekes crossed his arms in protest as he pouted.
The boy was as stubborn as they come. His face was clearly soft and his hands were still smooth. The signs of an easygoing life, the life most kids are fortunate enough to live, but this one had clearly gone a level deeper as his entitlement spelled out how spoiled he was. A subject of unconditional love, which one could not blame him for embracing. But it had the unforeseen side-effect of denying him from learning how to take no for an answer.
A bothersome sigh escaped her.
“You can’t get everything you want in life, kid. Fate has given each of us our own share of capabilities. Just like how I can’t easily make a fortune by blessing items like those damned Aurasis users, you also don’t have the right attribute to do fortune weaving, even if you did only those personally blessed by the mystic mother are able to borrow from her powers.”
“But … I also have sorcesis Beucara in me. Y-you saw it, didn’t you?”
“Sorry, kid. But it ain’t enough to do you any good here. You must at least primarily be a sorcesis to have the knack for it.”
“This isn’t fair. I want to become stronger. I need to become stronger. If I can’t become better, then it will be so long before I can see his uncle again.” This train of thought was the result of his sorrows from feeling abandoned by his uncle. The truth is Rafik’s words managed to lodge themselves deep within his heart because, despite his childishness, a part of him knew that the reason his uncle sent him to Arobolus with Rafik was to become stronger and learn from him. So if that was all he needed to do, then he had to become strong as fast as he could, so that he could show his uncle that he was worth something.
“Don’t sulk on it for too long. Just because you didn’t have your luck with this method, it doesn’t mean there isn’t something out there more suited for your Beucara. You know they have a saying in Nami-Kuni: “If the Kunji vines bloomed every season, it would lessen from the beauty of spring.”
Zekes lowered his gaze visibly trying to make sense of what she quoted.
“What it means is that if everyone was able to weave their fortune, then fortune weaving wouldn’t be so valuable anymore. But the fact that we are different makes it so that can accomplish feats that would be nigh impossible for anyone else.”
“But my Beucara isn’t really something that can tell the future or cure people of illness by a few fancy punches. I don’t have the potential to become strong. All I can do is open up little rifts and run-” Suddenly he cut himself off, remembering his uncle’s words of caution.
“Hmph. If that is what this is about then …” She pointed behind him.
In the middle of the bazaar stood a well-built man wearing a baggy sharwal and a sleeves grey shirt imbued with red patterns. The man’s feet danced around elegantly as two long sticks with both ends on fire spun between his gloved hands. The crowd around him cheered as he threw the sticks in the air and spat fire from his mouth like a furnace, right before jumping through the same fire he spat fire and caught both his sticks mid-air in an extraordinary show of athleticism. He was one of the street performers Zekes was looking forward to seeing. It seemed like he had failed to notice that one was performing was only a few stands away from him while he was in the depth of despair.
“How did he do that?” He asked without even shifting his eyes from the performer.
“Years of practice and unwavering will, that’s how. That kid is the youngest of a lineage of ignis dancers, not as old of a tradition as us fortune weavers, but old enough that one could say they are the progenitors of their art of flame manipulation.”
“Huh, so lucky to be blessed with such a talented bloodline of ignis dancers. Not so lucky for me.” Zekes disappointedly sighed as he rested his head between his arms.
“Well, he most definitely did inherit the passion for it, but the ability to perform it, not so much."
Zekes looked back with a raised eyebrow.
“But how? He can clearly do all the jumps and stuff?”
“Tell me, what do you think it takes for one to be able to become an ignis dancer?”
“Huh?!? …. Hmm, let's see.” He ruminated intently while observing the ignis dancer perform. “Well, you would surely need to be able to breathe fire … oh, and having strong legs would really help.” He answered, eagerly waiting to see if he had answered correctly.
“Yes, one would need to be able to control fire and have “strong legs”, but more importantly he must be able to be one with the fire.”
“Be one with the fire?” He repeated after her the moment she explained.
“Don’t interrupt me in the middle of my sentence, kid.” She was quick to scold him. “To be one with something is for both of you to be able to accept each other without bringing harm to one another. It is an essential rule that is important for anything that wants to be whole and content. Just like how a sculptor must make sure the edge of the chisel he uses is only pointed towards the rock he is carving, lest he carves himself into the very same sculpture he was sculpting.”
She gave a pause to let Zekes digest her words.
“The boy was born with a defect that let the very fire he produced burn its maker. An omen that could only spell the end of this longstanding tradition with him. A curse almost as if made by design to mockingly leave him by a hair's breadth reach of attaining his one desire. He was ready to give his soul and body to the flames, yet they only rejected his touch.”
“A word of wisdom for you, youngling. I have studied the shades of fate for decades on end. Many say that fate is blind to pleasures and agony or that fate favors the virtuous, but from what I have seen it has a taste for ....” She leaned forwards to whisper the last word to him. “IRONY. If cruelty was an art, his birth would be but one of many punchlines. If people can laugh at the face of fate, then it is only expected for fate to laugh back at them.”
“And yet … he performs! Look at him!” She declared in amazement.
“Tell me what else do you see when you look at him.”
“But I have already-“
“Look, boy. Look!” She insisted. “Ignore your presumptions and see beyond the facade of an easy life.”
He complyingly observed with his eyes squinted in search of the core of this tremendous showmanship. Just in a matter of seconds, he was able to make an obvious sign that he had previously missed somehow.
“His mouth and jaw … they are as red as molten steel.”
“Right, right. Now look closer. Look at his arms.” She pointed.
“They seem … tight as if the skin has been stretched out. They must have been burned.” He deduced smiling back at her from feeling a sense of accomplishment at noticing such an unfortunate thing. The old lady’s slow nod confirmed his suspicions, making him change into a more appropriate sad expression.
“Scars can hold more stories than words and this boy’s burn marks are not much different. Days and nights, his family pleaded with him to abandon his risky endeavor. They used their connections to offer him effortless jobs, many beautiful women’s hands in engagement, and many more happy outcomes just to get him to quit. But he held on like a she-wolf holding onto the scarce meat she managed to scavenge for her cubs. Though his family loved him dearly they could not allow him to throw away his life in pursuit of the unattainable. So they came to me in hopes that if he saw his future, it would put reason into him. And though I was reluctant at first, when I saw a light kindling from his heart to his eyes I knew that even if he were to see his own self turn to crisps right in front of him his will would still refuse to waver.
“I pitied the kid’s burning desire, but also empathized with the parent’s worry.” She paused. “… because the joy of their children is the fruit of all hardships they are willing to endure. And to stand idle as this fruit rots is a sin against one’s purpose and existence, such actis only committed by the most selfish and the least shameful.” Her eyes seemed teary and her words sounded burdened. “As a mother, I could not let the situation stay the same as it had presented itself to me, but it is hard to change the mind of those who come to you with a sense of desire. But thankfully I needn’t do that cause when two people desire the same thing, a compromise can always be made as long as they are both satisfied. And what they both wanted was for him to have a long-lived happy life, and the only thing impeding between them was doubt, the weed that I had to uproot to let the sprout flourish.”
“I accepted to read the boy’s fate, but only with two conditions in mind. First, they had to understand that to question the strings of fate is to refute the very sacrality of the art itself, an act of disrespect against the Mystic mother. Naturally, they agreed, but when I told them that my second term was for them to support the boy in his aspirations no matter the outcome, they lashed out at me, calling me all kinds of slurs and profanities. I was quick to remind them of my first condition and how whether he is to be relieved or ruined is not for any of us to decide, but what he thinks of his family at the end of his life can be changed. Of course, it did little to appease them and as they were about to leave, the boy did something even I couldn’t have foreseen. He stepped in to make his own terms. He reasoned that if they were to see he would vanquish to the flames, he would happily retire from ignis dancing and live the rest of his life in accord to his parent’s wish. Otherwise, they would have to let him do as he wishes. The boy had been resilient on only becoming an ignis dancer up till now, so why the sudden change of mind, I thought to myself.”
The bickering stopped when his parent’s temper seemed to ease up to the proposal. They agreed thinking there was nothing to lose. I thought about advising him to reconsider and coming back another time, but I knew he wouldn’t have made such a risky gamble if he hadn’t already set his mind on it. I did what only I could do then and put his future in fate’s hands. You could imagine our surprise when the weaving read as someone greatly favored by fate, emitting a color keener to an exceptionally talented hunter than a prey of the hunt. The mark for a soul to thrive beyond its primal circumstance. It was a color far too grand and unusual for someone who wanted to participate in the endeavor of showmanship.
“After that, the boy silently walked away from my stall, while father wanted to curse me knowing that what I had told him would only encourage him to continue if not push him to live more recklessly, yet he had surprisingly chosen not to as to respect our arrangement, so they quickly paid their due and left.”
“It was not an atypical outcome to see for us fate weavers. Nothing feels worse than losing all the work you had put in by only a few words, but I hoped that I at least gave them the comfort that their kid wasn’t gonna get himself killed.”
“Later the boy came back to me alone, apologizing for his family’s behavior, offering to pay me from his own savings as reconciliation. Of course, I refused and reminded him how now that it was certain for him to become a great ignis dancer there are better things he can spend it on than an old woman selling charms in the middle of the street.” Despite his insistence, I only took no for an answer. He then promised me that he would pray to the gods for the longevity of me and my descendent as long as he can bear flames. Lately, he had begun to become indecisive as everyone around him suffocated him with doubtful remarks, he confessed to me. He had only wanted to spread the happiness that had once received from seeing other artists perform. But seeing how I fought for him, despite there being so little reason to, finally gave him the bit of courage he needed to properly stand up for himself.”
“Now even after years of trials and tribulations, even though he still makes mistakes, he had not missed a single day to show up to perform in ‘his favorite spot’.” She satirically expressed. “The surface of his hands had deformed into a leather-like hide, leaving them with the mobility of a crab’s claw. Yet when he conceals his deformity, but he does not do so out of shame, rather to keep his hands as an instrument of joy. For he knows that he must keep up the illusion of an easy hardship to ease the hearts of his admirers. He hides his weakness as to become their strength.” She monologued. “Those are the hidden signs of true strength. It looks easy because you had never felt the fire scorch against your skin. I bet, even now, whenever a sweat dribbles down his arm, it is from his fears weeping for him to cave into what is sensible. But his very being rejects it as if it could not have lived any other way. His core of strength was not gifted to him but shaped by his very own hands like a river carving the rigid stone to what its currents are at ease with the most. Just so that he can be that last candle that still holds the dim flame even in the darkness of the night.”
“In a sense, every other ignis dancer danced in the flames. But him,” She scoffed. ”he manipulates the temper of the flames as he barely lets them reach him like a gentle hand striking the sharp strings of a Shamisen to produce its dreamy sounds, making him the only one who truly dances with the flames.”
She took in a deep breath as she finalized her story, letting the sound of the noisy bazaar take over the narrative once more.
“So … what was the point of the story.”
“The POINT is that everyone has the potential, but it is the consistent drive to improve that separates those who protect from those who need to be protected. Only the tallest plants thrive, while those under survive. But if you asked me about it, you could do yourself a great favor by stopping this pursuit of power altogether. You are just a kid after all and all that power accomplishes is giving you more things to burden your life with. It won’t lead you to what you desire. I stopped seeking it long ago even though I was ever so close to becoming one of the seven jaws of the Mystic mother and despite all, there hasn’t been a sour thought about it in my mind ever since.”
The wooden crate creaked below her as she readjusted herself into a more comfortable sitting position. Zekes silently stared at the feeble old woman in front of him who was struggling to crack her back.
“Hmmm … what are you gawking at?” She caught him.
“No-nothing,” he averted his gaze. “… but I mean … you are saying that you were once powerful enough to become one of the jaws of the Mystic mother. … I am not really sure how strong they are, but from the way you talked about them, they sound like a pretty big deal. And I mean ….” He hesitantly eluded.
“Huuuuhhhh. So now you doubt my honesty? Shameless I say, shameless!” She let out a regrettable sigh. “But I cannot blame you for having such an impression of me. I have long forsaken the potential I once had and now I only remain as a rusty tool, made to use only due to convenience. … just barely sufficient enough to get the job done …. a sad old woman that leaves behind a legacy of minor acts of kindness in people’s subconscious.”
Seeing how his unneeded question ended up burdening her heart made Zekes feel guilty inside.`
“I am sorry for making think such bad things. I was only trying to think how I can get back to my uncle.” He lowered his gaze in shame.
“You have too gentle of a heart for the things you desire. I was merely reflecting on myself. All that I have done was of my own devices, so save your pity for those whom it can help.”
He lifted his head to the sound of her scouring through her pockets.
“There it is.” She cried out before producing a small stack of colorful light crystal panels with their ends attached to each other by a piece of string. The crystals dangled down from her hand revealing a collection of pictures. She pointed towards one containing a well-built lady with a thick white braid holding a bundle of fibers in her palms.
“That’s me back when I was still perfecting my weaving, in order to be admitted as an official fortune weaver.” She then pointed to the one below it. It was of a plaza with many waterways running in between, decorated with flowers and flags and filled with colorful tents that people gathered in. “This is the kunji blossoms festival, where we give to the less fortunate, in order to pass on the kindness the Mystic mother has shown us. It is also required for fortune weaver initiates to practice on passersby as to strengthen their connection and control of the blessing.”
Zekes’ eyes were gleaming with fascination. He only had a vague idea of what Nami-Kuni was like from years of reading through his uncle’s library, but it was the first time he had seen Nami-Kuni itself. Part of him wished that he could have appeared there at the snap of a finger.
“It looks … so different.” He struggled to find the right words.
“Different is one way to describe it. Every year for seven days, people would take up to the streets and sing folklore songs of the great heroes whose lives were forfeited protecting the land and waters of Nami-Kuni. The beautiful melody of the Shamisen would echo throughout every house and temple, while the needle-beaked lillas listened to every stroke of the string so that they could sing it back to people weeks after the festival was concluded. The smell of pastries would overcome the smell of the fresh dirt for the first three days as the bakeries would lay out the soyan root pats that they had been tirelessly growing for the last two months. Oh, what a pleasure it is for the mouth. Sweet and stringy. Made from the soyan bean’s sweet roots. Dried and boiled til the honey-like nectar spewed out and then hardened into a delicate glass-like brittle stone that just dissolved in your saliva.”
Zekes’ mouth dribbled before she even finished her sentence. The steamed milk buns he had prior, now felt more like stale bread compared to the soyan root pats she was describing.
“So to say it is different is to do it injustice. It was the life many aspire to live. So you could imagine my disappointment in having to work in a colorless city like this with the personality of a dead weed.” She exclaimed out of frustration, but no one paid her any attention.

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2023.05.29 07:36 NOTLOG4N Another wrap I made

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2023.05.29 06:40 JoshAsdvgi The Bear

The Bear

The Bear

A long time ago, when our people still lived in caves and walked everywhere, there was a medicine man called Moves Walking.
Moves Walking had bear medicine power.
At that time, food was getting hard to find, so our people split into smaller bands, each band going in a different direction.
Moves Walking was the leader of one band.
He went into the wilderness to meditate and seek wisdom so he could take his people in the right direction.
While seeking his vision he saw a family of bears gather in a grove of trees below the hill he was on.
Moves Walking watched them for days.
He watched the cubs play with each other and with their mother and father.
He saw the mother bear discipline her young by cuffing their ears, and the father bear ignore them when he was tired or had other things on his mind.
Moves Walking saw the roots, plants, and insects that the bears ate, many of which his people had thought inedible.
He learned the roots and plants they ate when they were ill.
After the bears left.
Moves Walking went down the hill into their camp and found the remains of their food and medicine.
When Moves Walking went back to his people, he had a vision for the direction they should go, and he had the wisdom that the bears had taught him.
From that time on, his name was Medicine Bear.
Grandpa Iron said that the bear medicine is good for people, too.
A bear society was formed whose members have a great knowledge of healing.
They know not only about roots and herbs for physical healing but also about healing mental conditions.

Full Moon Written by Eagle Walking Turtle, 1997 - Arapahoe
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2023.05.29 05:30 NoOrYesOrWhat 2016 Cub Cadet XT1 LT42 EFI - Fuel Pump went bad

2016 Cub Cadet XT1 LT42 EFI - Fuel Pump went bad
Model: 13A9A1CS056 DOM: 12/2016 Engine: EFI 547cc OHV (The only information I could find online for this was it being a Cub Cadet OEM brand engine that is made by Zongshen in China which is an MTD factory) so it isn't the usual Kohler Engine in the XT1
Just wanted to document this fix online incase someone has the same problem with the same mower. I am by no means a professional, so feel free to not follow this.
Mower ran fine for the past year I have owned it. However 2 weeks ago, the belt popped off so I cut the mower off to fix it and then mower didn't want to crank. Kept messing with it and finally got it to crank again and finished cutting. This past weekend, it cranked up fine and I started to cut my first pass in my yard and it suddenly died mid cut. No stuttering, no surging just straight up died like I turned the power off.
The mower would crank endlessly no problem, wouldn't once catch or act like it wanted to crank. Battery was brand new a month ago and the mower was just running, so that was good it seemed. Air filter was also clean and seemed to be fine. Checked the spark plug by placing it against the engine block, had a nice spark. Checked fuel injector going into the carburetor (or throttle body technically?). It was spitting out fuel. It would fire when I shot some starting fluid in the air intake, but would die immediately.
A friend came over to help and I wanted to show him that the fuel injector would spit out fuel. Ironically it was one of those "It works till you try to show it to someone, then it suddenly doesn't" because all of a sudden the fuel injector didn't spit out fuel anymore. Problem solved, it was the in-tank fuel pump. Easy fix, just order a new one from cub cadet right? Wrong.
See, they only sell the whole tank assembly for this rig. $450-$550. Absolute rip off. Managed to get the old fuel pump out and found the part number for it. Walbro FTB-11 fuel pump. Literally sold nowhere that I could find online. Like at all, if anyone else can find it, please let me know. But we could find information on it at least, it was a high pressure in-tank fuel pump with 43psi. My friend happened to have a similar fuel pump. Just had to splice the two wires together and it was good to go. Just make sure you don't forget the filter on the bottom of the fuel pump before you put it back in the tank. Was able to crank right up and go right back to cutting for 1-2 hours. Hopefully it holds up over time. I just wanted to share this potential fix with someone else who might be searching, before they waste $500+ on a whole tank assembly, not counting taxes or paying a shop to do it.
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2023.05.28 22:41 Bw0434 Hard time checking oil on my cub cadet

Just picked up a cub cadet xt2. Was all ready to go when I picked it up. Brought it home and did first cut and love the thing.
Now about to do my second cut and go to check the oil and I'm having a super hard time reading dipstick. Oil is clear and can't tell. I'm assuming it should be good since I only use it for a little over an hour but I can't get a good reading.
Any tips?
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2023.05.28 18:36 Stilhrome Cub cadet LT42E battery module

1 battery pack shows 12.3 between negative and positive other battery pack shows 2.40v between terminals. This battery doesn’t want to charge. This is a Samsung 56v 30Amp battery, anybody know how I can get it to start charging again?
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2023.05.28 16:57 Untarr Kohler KS595 on CC XT1 - 20Amp Fuse Blowing on Key Turn

Not sure this is the right subreddit.
I have a Kohler KS595 on a Cub Cadet XT1 - LT42 (Model# 13AKA9TSA10). I was mowing with it when it suddenly died and showed no power to anything. When I checked, there is a 20 AMP fuse coming off the battery that was blown. Replaced the fuse, and when I turn the key from "Stop" to "Reverse-Caution" the fuse blows. To clarify, the fuse blows prior to turning to the "start" position.
I read online that it could be the headlights, so, disconnected those and still got the short. The only way to prevent the short when the key is turned to the "Reverse-Caution" position is when I disconnect the "Engine Connector".
2 Questions: 1) I have a multimeter, but, not sure the best way to go about finding the short. Any suggestions on what it could be? 2) Would something like this be covered under an extended warranty (normally I'd call the dealer, but, its memorial day weekend)
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2023.05.28 14:29 skePTic30 New tire recommendations 2019 Ram 1500 Crew

Need new tires. Size is 255/55/r20
Driving: 6 mo sun and rain, 6 months winter with frequent snow. Don’t need a dedicated snow tire. No off road or trail driving, mostly to/from work, ~15k/year Vehicle is a 2019 Ram1500 Crew cab. Rarely tow a light trailer.
Top choice currently is Michelin LTX M/S 2.
Any other suggestions?
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2023.05.28 01:50 MotorSun8227 XT1 will not start

XT1 will not start
Hi everyone. I have an XT1 that does nothing when I turn the key. I've replaced the battery, checked the seat switch, checked the fuse, bladea are off and the breaks are fully engaged. This is a relatively new mower with only 1 season under it's belt. I'm not very mechanical, but what am I missing? I'm stumped. Any help would be much appreciated.
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2023.05.28 01:33 keithatcpt New to me: Cub Cadet 1715

New to me: Cub Cadet 1715
Picked up a free CC1715 made in 12/87. After getting it home I checked the oil, put a battery booster on it and it fired right up. Needs LOTS of TLC.
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2023.05.28 01:15 jaws_of_joey Curved kombi edger doesn't fit KM85R

Edit: the end of the flexible drive shaft was slightly damaged causing it to not fit in the power head. Clipped the damaged portion off and now everything fits as it should!
I bought a used KM85R a while ago, and since I want to upgrade from my corded edger I decided to try one of the kombi attachments. Bought a used curved edger attachment, but it doesn't want to mount on the powerhead. It fits into my cub cadet trimmer with a similar quick change system but the drive shafts on the stihl and cub cadet are very different looking. Any thoughts on what's going on? The official manual says it should fit but some resellers don't agree. Thanks in advance!
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2023.05.27 23:52 turb085 For sale. Sx xline oem tires.

I removed the 245/50/20 Oem Michelin primacy LTX tires from my 2023 SX Xline with only 50 miles on them.
Looking to sell them if anyone is interested. $850 SHIPPED.
(Not sure if we are allowed to post for sales here, if not I apologize.)
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2023.05.27 22:18 painful_man657 Why

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2023.05.27 21:51 TheNewtThatGotBetter Riding mower won't start without priming the carb

I just got a brand new Cub Cadet Enduro XT1. I filled it up with gas and oil, and it ran great. Within a minute or so, it started burning oil (blowing out smoke), so I turned it off. Turns out the unit shipped with some oil already in it, so I overfilled it.
Then the mower wouldn't crank but not turn over. I emptied the oil, put in the correct amount, replaced the spark plugs (they had oil all over them) and air filter, then tried again. Still cranking without turning over.
I found that the mower will easily start and runs well if I put gas directly into the carb. It will also start without priming the carb if the engine is already warm. But once the engine cools down, it won't start again without priming the carb.
Any ideas what the problem might be?
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2023.05.27 20:13 Bw0434 Cub cadet xt2 type of gas?

Reading the manual and it says 87 or higher. Says it needs less than 10 percent alcohol content. What does that mean. Is that different then just filling up at the gas station using 87?
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2023.05.27 19:56 Anakins_mommy18 2019 cub cadet lt50

2019 cub cadet lt50
Worked fine up until 2 weeks ago when my son ran the battery dead on accident.. charged the battery, wasn't it, replaced the starter solenoid wasn't it, and just replaced the starter itself.. still won't start this is the sound I'm getting!
Any ideas would be extremely helpful!
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2023.05.27 17:53 HokageEzio Behind every flashback is another two flashbacks ready to take its place, and the high highs and low lows of Toei's experimentation with the production of the anime - Manga reader first impressions of the anime - Dressrosa Saga

Behind every flashback is another two flashbacks ready to take its place, and the high highs and low lows of Toei's experimentation with the production of the anime - Manga reader first impressions of the anime - Dressrosa Saga


Dressrosa is the first mega arc in the series, and it had a ton of moving parts throughout the whole thing. Every time I felt like I was making a solid dent in the episode count I would look at my list and realize I'm barely halfway through. The pacing is obviously the most notorious thing about this arc in the anime. And when it was bad, it was every bit as bad as people say. But there were also some gems and some genuinely great additions too. This arc is definitely the turning point to what we see today which is the best the anime has ever been, with great additions like the Episode of Sabo and other quality flashbacks. But there are some absolutely horrible rough patches to get through before the anime reaches that level of quality consistently, and this arc being the experimentation phase for that definitely hurts the anime version a bit.

Dressrosa Saga


I've been reading the manga weekly since Zou, but I've been trying to watch every piece of animated One Piece content before catching up to see how the anime has developed over time. My interest in how the current anime is being used and incorporating a bunch of stuff that isn't in the manga with a much higher quality level made me want to watch weekly, but I didn't want to just jump into the current anime. So I'm watching everything; movies, filler, specials, basically anything that's on MyAnimeList and that I can find online. Been an enjoyable experience, which you can read about in the previous threads:
How tf did I finish Dressrosa in two weeks? I'm shocked.

Anime Arcs


King Riku flashback was easily the most jaw dropping part as far as the adaptation goes, amazing two episodes
You know, one of the main things I'm noticing going back through the story. People really owe Franky more respect. He's really had some great moments that seem to just go under the radar with the community. I did not remember at all that Franky was the one who told Luffy we gotta stay and fight Doffy after hearing the backstory of what happened. I remembered Luffy basically giving the order for everybody to split up, but I didn't remember Franky being the one to put his foot down about it. I've always loved every Straw Hat, but I feel like everybody else in the crew has their pockets of the fandom that love them. Then there's Franky who I'm pretty sure is objectively the least popular. Just sucks that his best moments seem to always go under the radar.
Speaking of the flashback, man the anime made Riku's flashback absolutely brutal. Obviously there's no non-brutal way to have the king massacre all of his people. But the way they animated it, honestly the darkest episode of One Piece imo. Parents holding their deceased kids while the fire is all around, kids crying with their dolls in hand cause their parent is dead, just super fucked up. And it really set the tone for the rest of the arc.
I'd be avoiding the elephant in the room if I did not address the pacing of this arc that became infamous as it was going on. I feel like when talking about the pacing, it really has to be split into 3 parts in my opinion. Personally, I didn't feel like the pacing of the Colosseum was that bad. It was a little tiring to see the same blonde woman cheering every fucking episode of the Colosseum since they apparently only animated 3 crowd reactions (if nobody said something unique about what was going on). But to me I felt like the Colosseum was moving at a pretty consistent pace forward, and the length of that part was mostly based on how many different places the crew was split up between everybody and Law. It's not fast by any means, but it felt like it was just a complex moving story with a lot going on. And I don't really have an issue with that. From the arc beginning to Sabo getting the fruit, I had no real complaints with the pacing.
Now... the second third of the arc. Oh. My. God. It's so bad. From the time Sabo revealed himself up through the Law flashback, it's unbearable. I don't have an issue with naturally fitting filler, I think doing filler that naturally fits with the manga storyline is great and really helps bring it to life rather than sticking page to page with the manga. It's one of the main reasons I'm doing this, because Wano seems full of the type of filler that I think works well for an anime even if it's moving a little slower than the manga (especially one as dense as One Piece). And there were some great bits of added filler in this section. I really enjoyed Sabo vs Fujitora which was definitely extended from the manga, and I enjoyed how they added on to Rosinante's death with the executives beating the shit out of him (that was offscreen in the manga). And it also seems like they've added a decent amount onto stuff like the civilians fighting each other because of Doffy's strings. I enjoy stuff like that though, I think it adds onto the vibe of the story (I typically only have issues with that type of time filler in a seasonal show where there's a very set amount of time to tell the story before being gone for a year or more). And that type of content was also there in the first third, which I think is why I didn't really feel like it was slow. For example, there's a scene where Fujitora meets Zoro at the beginning of the arc and walks by him with Zoro clearly understanding this guy is strong. While it was there to fill time because Fujitora walks so slow, it worked and was a cool bit of introduction on top of his canon introduction. That stuff works, manga page count be damned.
But that is FEW AND FAR BETWEEN what they did in the second third of this arc. The amount of times that characters just stare at each other with zero reaction and zero sound effects, you would think the fucking stream is buffering. There was a time where Cub called for those yellow cab Tonttata bugs, and then he just waits. No sound effects, no movement, he just sits there for 10 fucking seconds waiting for the bugs to start flying into the screen. You would think it's a gag where two people stare at each other bewildered, but it happens so often it legitimately seems like everything froze. It's to the point that I'm impressed.
Moving on to the final third of the arc, I'd define that as Law's flashback, the executives fighting the Grand Fleet boys, and the rest of the end of the arc. I felt like it got back on track here and didn't really have any complaints for the rest of the arc. Obviously some slower moments here or there, but I felt like it went back to adding actual good filler and not just staring aimlessly into each other's souls. Like the flashback of how the Donquixote Family was formed was amazing, they really beefed up the whole thing in comparison to the manga. Overall when it comes to the pacing of Dressrosa in the anime, my final takeaway. It wasn't bad for literally the entire arc, but the middle section of the arc between Sabo's reveal and the Law/Corazon flashback was god awful and well deserving of the reputation it has in the community. I look forward to getting more good filler that I know is on the horizon after this arc and less of the dumpster fire that the middle of this arc was.
Alright, pacing stuff over. Feel like I covered the subject enough, let's get back to the story. Wanted to talk more about the character moments. Starting out with Usopp; him running away from the Tontattas was still just as aggravating as always. It's just so bad and feels so beneath him at that point of the story to run away from his allies, and I hated how eager he was to essentially run while they weren't looking. It took huge guilt trips for him to not leave them all to get literally squished to death, which is just crazy. Any time prior to Enies Lobby I think this storyline would work, but he basically called Rob Lucci a pussy at Enies Lobby fully knowing Lucci was going to kill him if Luffy didn't get back up. So I just don't get this and it really did feel like it brought him backwards as a character. I get the intention of his storyline is that he's not a hero, I just don't like how eager he was to turn his back and run away even prior to Robin getting turned into a toy. All that being said, I did get a little emotional when he turned back to save them and started telling them his real name. I just don't like the journey to get to that moment. I do also feel like it was a bit of a weird choice to have him taking down Sugar be a total accident because the grape was too hot, it just kinda stripped away the moment a little bit in comparison to something like the Perona fight (who also lost in a similar way, but thanks to Usopp gritting it out and coming out on top). The Observation Haki moment was really good though obviously, and I liked how nervous the anime made him when it came to making that shot to emphasize how big it was. Great moment, Luffy never needs to know, love it. But I do still wish that the initial save of the toys was him doing something himself and not him falling backwards into the save, just to have him get a moment up there with saving Robin at Enies Lobby.
One thing I keep noticing with this arc is that they really did beef up the backstories a lot. Obviously this arc has a ton of backstories and flashbacks, like I referenced in the title. And especially backstories that kinda surprise the audience because they're way stronger than you'd expect to explain the most meaningless quirky personalities. Baby 5's was good, obviously Senor Pink's was incredible, I brought up Doflamingo's already, Sabo's, the King Riku massacre was crazy, Law's. I really enjoyed the consistent attention to detail to bringing those backstories to life, I think they knocked every flashback out of the park in this.
The ending notes of the arc were also really good as far as added content. Like I brought up, the Sabo flashback was great with the added notes from Oda (honestly the whole arc felt like it had a lot more Sabo than the manga), and the outside of Dressrosa stuff was great too. Really liked what they did with the crew on Zou with the additional content, and obviously Kaido falling and Doffy's speech are some of the best moments in the whole series.
Overall it definitely took a bit of time for this arc to get going, but expected of an arc that is over 100 episodes. There were multiple times I looked at the episode count during this and was shocked how many episodes I had left, it's just a really dense arc with a lot of moving parts. But the end really makes the whole thing worth it. Obviously the fight itself, but even stuff like the people dancing after the arc, Kaido's debut, and Law speaking with Sengoku about the Will of D. And I've always loved that it ends with "Opening Speech" from Doffy. It feels conclusive, but at the same time it's pointing out that there's so much more to come. One of the best closing monologues of the series, right up there with Vivi's goodbye.



My jaw hit the floor during this beautiful opening animation.
Whoever directed this movie is a sick individual and also my new favorite person. The cold open for this movie was crazy. It just runs through Marineford in that new style (like most of these specials that go over older content). And they get to that iconic moment when Ace is holding Luffy with the fire all around them talking about how he never listens... only to IMMEDIATELY transition to Akainu with his fist through Ace's chest. No build up, no Luffy and Ace vs the Marines, none of that. Just an immediate skip to Ace with a hand in his chest. They lulled you in because it was like a solid 5 minutes of running through recap stuff from Marineford just to jump to Ace getting punched. My jaw was on the floor.
Onto the rest of the movie, I enjoyed it. Byrnndi World was actually a pretty solid villain (honestly I'm curious if this was Oda's way of introducing the concept of the Rocks Pirates to us), and I thought it fit in pretty well to the canon. I feel like Luffy is at his best when somebody hurts somebody else who is supposed to be their friend, it just gets under his skin to a level that he loses it. And that's how this story went. And the introduction of Red Hawk for the first time was cool. Bit of a slow start after the initial intro, but once it hit its stride I thought it was pretty enjoyable and fit pretty seamlessly with the series.
Episode of Sabo

Very enjoyable to see Dressrosa from Sabo's perspective, and you can tell that this was definitely Oda's work that he didn't get to include in the manga.
This was an amazing special. You can really tell that Oda and Toei put some love into this one, considering this special was something Oda wanted to put into the manga but simply didn't have the time to squeeze in. When Sabo tells his story to the crew after Dressrosa, you can tell that this was essentially the rest of the flashback that we didn't get to see. If you took this exact plot and just imagined it with black bars around the side of the pages, I feel like you as a viewereader can see the flashback in your head. And I personally feel like you can really tell that this is the turning point for the anime where they realize that the anime can be added content onto the manga that Oda simply cannot cover as a human being trying to finish the story in a reasonable timeframe. What we're seeing now in full force in Wano where there's stuff in the anime that Oda just skipped over in the manga, that started here with this special. And I appreciate the anime taking that route and hope it continues even past Wano.
I'm very curious how Sabo found Ace's grave and knew where to go, but just seeing him get to have that moment was a great start to the movie. And watching him slowly realize that Luffy is in Dressrosa too and thinking about how they grew up, it was a great use of flashback that didn't feel overbearing or like it was stalling for time to make the special longer. It all felt like it fit. The thing I really appreciated about this special though that puts it over the top is that they went the extra mile reanimating a bunch of stuff that they didn't have to do at all. This whole special is basically just Dressrosa from Sabo's side, so you would think going into it that they just add some scenes with Sabo onto stuff that they had already animated. Essentially just splicing some Sabo scenes onto what they had already released, kinda similar to Mugen Train in Demon Slayer where they released the anime version with a couple new scenes and a bonus prologue episode spliced onto the movie to make it anime ready. But no, that's not what they did at all. They completely reanimated a bunch of stuff into this special. Luffy vs Don Chinjao was a completely reanimated fight in this, and I loved having Sabo watch over that fight like a proud older brother. And there were other scenes throughout this too that you could tell were animated from scratch, like parts of the Ace, Sabo, Luffy flashback. Obviously they didn't literally do the entire movie from scratch, but they did far more than I ever expected coming into this for what is essentially 50% a recap episode for the stuff Sabo isn't involved in. That extra effort for stuff that had nothing to do with the focus of this as a Sabo special is what makes me give this a 10/10, really appreciated the work they put into this one.
Long Ring Long Land Abridged

This does not exist.
No video of this exists on the internet. And I'm honestly just impressed that something that came out in December of 2015 for one of the most popular anime of all time just straight up went missing. Not some random OVA from 2001, but a tv special from 2015. Only Foxy is capable of that feat. This special is apparently just the original footage of Long Ring Long Land but in a recap style video, so let's just pretend. Wasn't it crazy when the thing happened and then the thing, and then Luffy did the thing? Sick.
Adventure of Nebulandia

Robin and Nami gambling over Straw Hats winning competitions between themselves was a cute moment, can't convince me that isn't a thing that happens all the time.
Foxy and Luffy is the greatest rivalry in One Piece. At the end of the Grand Line we're going to end up seeing the two of them drinking under cherry blossoms like Roger and Whitebeard talking about their adventures. Honestly I don't think this special was that bad. A little long for what was going on, but I thought the story was fine. The villain was fine for the purpose of the movie and was pretty competent at what he was trying to do. And for whatever you want to say about Foxy in the story and the filler, he didn't feel like an overdone gag character in this special. Obviously he's only shown up the one time in the manga, but he's shown up a lot in the anime. They end with a lot of mutual respect between the two of them and their bond as captains trying to save their friends. I think it was the Foxy's Revenge Arc where I brought up that I kinda liked that Foxy seemed cool at the beginning of the arc, but it sucked cause they went right back to the gag. So I appreciated in this one that at the end he has genuine respect for Luffy and stops just being a random gag villain. If this special is the last time Foxy is ever around in the anime, I thought it was a really good conclusion to his and Luffy's relationship.
Still want Blackbeard to steal his fruit though.

One Piece Arc Rankings

  1. Enies Lobby
  2. Water 7
  3. Dressrosa
  4. Marineford
  5. Fishman Island
  6. Post War
  7. Sabaody Archipelago
  8. Impel Down
  9. Post-Enies Lobby
  10. Thriller Bark
  11. Alabasta
  12. Arlong Park
  13. Jaya
  14. Loguetown
  15. Amazon Lily
  16. Baratie
  17. Return to Sabaody
  18. Punk Hazard
  19. Drum Island
  20. G-8
  21. Shells Town
  22. Foosha Village
  23. Skypiea
  24. Syrup Village
  25. Orange Town
  26. Little Garden
  27. Rare Animal Island
  28. Post-Alabasta
  29. Spa Island
  30. Ice Hunter
  31. Reverse Mountain
  32. Long Ring Long Land
  33. Foxy's Return
  34. Boss Luffy Historical Arc
  35. Chopperman
  36. Ocean's Dream
  37. Goat Island (Alvida's Hideout)
  38. Whisky Peak
  39. Goat Island Paradise
  40. Little East Blue
  41. Toriko Crossovers
  42. Caesar Retrieval
  43. Warship Island
  44. Z's Ambition
  45. Ruluka Island

One Piece Villain Rankings

  1. Doflamingo
  2. Akainu
  3. Rob Lucci
  4. Crocodile
  5. Arlong
  6. Zephyr (Film Z)
  7. Magellan
  8. Enel
  9. Sengoku
  10. Spandam
  11. Hody Jones
  12. Gecko Moria
  13. Caesar Clown
  14. St. Charlos
  15. Don Krieg
  16. Shiki (Strong World)
  17. Kuro
  18. Bellamy
  19. Boa Hancock
  20. Jonathan (G-8)
  21. Smoker
  22. Buggy
  23. Omatsuri (Baron Omatsuri)
  24. Byrnndi World (3D2Y)
  25. Bluejam
  26. Captain Morgan
  27. Wapol
  28. Demaro Black
  29. Don Accino (Ice Hunter)
  30. Mr. 3
  31. Gasparde (Dead End Adventure)
  32. Higuma
  33. Alvida
  34. Mr. 5
  35. Mr. 9 and Miss Wednesday
  36. Foxy
  37. Saga (Cursed Holy Sword)
  38. Komei (Adventure of Nebulandia)
  39. Noko (Ocean's Dream)
  40. Ganzack (Defeat the Pirate Ganzack)
  41. Eric (Warship Island)
  42. Captain Joke (Ocean's Navel)
  43. Gally (Romance Dawn Story)
  44. Kibagaeru (Foxy's Return)
  45. Minchey (Goat Island)
  46. Eldoraggo (One Piece: The Movie)
  47. Ratchet (Giant Mechanical Soldier of Karakuri Castle)
  48. Bear King (Clockwork Island Adventure)
  49. Count Battler (Island of Strange Animals)
  50. Bilic (Episode of Luffy)
  51. Breed (Caesar Retrieval)
  52. Shuzo (Z's Ambition)
  53. Wetton (Ruluka Island)
  54. Bayan (A Father's Huge, HUGE Dream)
  55. Largo (Little East Blue)
  56. Doran (Spa Island)
  57. Marine Commanding Officer (Straw Hat Chase)
  58. Trap (Trap Coaster)
  59. Governor (Last Great Performance)

One Piece Movie Rankings

  1. Film Z (Movie 12)
  2. Strong World (Movie 10)
  3. Episode of Chopper Plus: Bloom in Winter, Miracle Sakura (Movie 9)
  4. Baron Omatsuri and the Secret Island (Movie 6)
  5. Dead End Adventure (Movie 4)
  6. Episode of Alabasta: The Desert Princess and the Pirates (Movie 8)
  7. One Piece: The Movie (Movie 1)
  8. Straw Hat Chase (Movie 11)
  9. The Cursed Holy Sword (Movie 5)
  10. The Giant Mechanical Soldier of Karakuri Castle (Movie 7)
  11. Clockwork Island Adventure (Movie 2)
  12. Chopper's Kingdom on the Island of Strange Animals (Movie 3)

Specials Rankings

  1. Episode of Sabo: The Three Brothers' Bond - The Miraculous Reunion and the Inherited Will
  2. Episode of Merry: The Tale of One More Friend
  3. Episode of Nami: Tears of a Navigator and the Bonds of Friends
  4. Episode of Luffy: Adventure on Hand Island
  5. 3D2Y
  6. One Piece: Protect! The Last Great Performance
  7. Adventure of Nebulandia
  8. Once Upon the Great Sea! A Father's Huge, HUGE Dream!
  9. One Piece Special: Adventure in the Ocean's Navel
  10. Episode of Alabasta - Prologue
  11. One Piece New Year Special: Special Report - Secret of the Straw Hat Pirates
  12. One Piece Special: The Detective Memoirs of Chief Straw Hat Luffy
  13. One Piece: Emergency Planning, A Perfect Strategy for the One Piece

OVA Rankings

  1. Strong World: Episode 0
  2. Glorious Island
  3. Romance Dawn Story
  4. Infiltrate!! Thousand Sunny
  5. One Piece: Defeat the Pirate Ganzack!
  6. One Piece Recap 2: One Piece 10+ Years Special

Shorts Rankings

  1. Dream Soccer King
  2. Jango's Dance Carnival
  3. Trap Coaster
  4. Take Aim! The Pirate Baseball King


  1. Cry Heart


  1. Share the World (11)
  2. We Are! (1)
  3. One Day (13)
  4. Hard Knock Days (18)
  5. We Go! (15)
  6. Brand New World (6)
  7. Fight Together (14)
  8. We Are! (2008 Remix) (10)
  9. Bon Voyage (4)
  10. We Are! (Straw Hat Version) (7)
  11. Hands Up (16)
  12. Wake Up! (17)
  13. Crazy Rainbow (7)
  14. Jungle P (8)
  15. Hikari e (3)
  16. Kokoro no Chizu (5)
  17. Believe (2)
  18. Kaze wo Sagashite (12)


  1. Shouchi no Suke (4 - crew spotlight)
  2. Tsuki no Taiyo (12 - family left behind)
  3. Free Will (9 - Robin wakes crew)
  4. Glory - Kimi ga Iru Kara (7 - Vivi's past)
  5. Eternal Pose (15 - Past arc snapshots)
  6. Dear Friends (16 - Merry memories/funeral)
  7. Asu wa Kuru Kara (17 - young Robin in flower field)
  8. Before Dawn (5 - foot crew race)
  9. Memories (1 - Sunset water)
  10. Fish (6 - Chopper's adventures)
  11. Dreamship (13 - group photo)
  12. Run! Run! Run! (2 - Young crew runs)
  13. Mirai Koukai (14 - different birds)
  14. Adventure World (18 - fan art)
  15. Faith (10 - colorful Straw Hats)
  16. Shining ray (8 - crew jumps off cliff)
  17. Watashi ga Iru Yo (3 - Going Merry life)
  18. A to Z (11 - Come back to your friends)
Cry Counter
  1. Vivi Goodbye
  2. Usopp vs Luffy
  3. Usopp apology
  4. Nami forgiving Jimbei

Next Up: Zou Saga

An arc that created pure degeneracy in the community.
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2023.05.27 16:38 V382-Car Cub Cadet LT 1046

I'm ISO the electrical diagrams for a cub cadet LT1046, not the LTX1046 or LT1042 them are the only manuals I could find online and the wire colors do not match.
Been having troubles with the alternator charging, I thought it was the voltage regulator so I swapped it didn't help. Found today a poor connection in one of the plugs coming from the motor so I soldered the wires together and removed the plug. During my diagnostics a yellow wire came out of somewhere that attaches to that plug, on the other side it's a white wire feeding the coils I'm just unsure were it needs to go.
Edit: white wire wasn't a feed, it's to short coils to GND to shut it off. I believe to have this figured out but am still interested in the wiring diagram if possible.
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2023.05.27 09:23 critical_courtney [A Bargain for Bliss] — Chapter Nine (Sequel to The Fae Queen's Pet)

[A Bargain for Bliss] — Chapter Nine (Sequel to The Fae Queen's Pet)
Previous Chapter
Chapter Nine:
Sleep held me for just a little longer than my mistress as my mind swam through sheets of silk and the smell of her bosom I was buried in. But eventually, the afternoon light penetrated my eyelids and gradually roused me from my slumber.
When my brain finally started making sense, I realized that no matter which way my arms reached, the queen was nowhere to be found. And, in fact, the light placement was wrong. I could tell by where the light shined through the windows that I was not in the queen’s bed but my own.
As my eyes finally parted, and a blurry visage of my bedroom passed into my line of sight, I slowly sat up and yawned.
“Well, finally. I didn’t think it was normal for mortals to sleep so late in the day, but with every moment you call this home I learn more,” a familiar piskie’s voice called from across my bedroom.
Turning and trying to focus my eyes, I caught sight of Barsilla sitting over on my armoire, legs crossed and dangling over the edge. My copy of A Kiss for Little Bear was open in front of her, floating in the air.
“Hey, please be careful with those,” I said, voice a little more raspy than I expected.
While I cleared my throat, the piskie snapped her fingers, and the book gently flew back down to the stack and closed, perfectly in line with the others.
“I assure you, I was careful. Mother Bear can be a bit of a bitch to her cub. I like her,” the piskie said, flying across my room with buzzing little wings on her back.
Looking over at the books, I nodded, still trying to wake up. I found myself tired. . . but in a good way? Like I had just enough grogginess hanging around my mind and body to remind me of this morning’s activities, but it felt welcome, almost like a nice buzz or a gentle high.
“Sorry, Barsilla. I just can’t quite seem to wake up entirely. It’s like there’s a. . . tiny and pleasant chill stuck to my subconscious. But I feel it in my muscles, too,” I said, touching the space on my neck where the queen had marked me.
The piskie landed on my bed frame and nodded.
“Well, that’s to be expected after a complete and thorough shellacking our queen gave you this morning. I’m sure you had fun, but in some ways making love to her is like making love to an electric wire in your world. Your body is going to hum for a little bit afterward, all that magic and energy you exchanged.”
She paused for a moment and looked me up and down.
“Your body is running on a glamour high. She already has a large chunk of her power in your wolfheart, but after what you two did earlier, you’re practically smothered in her aura. A normal human would probably go to sleep and never wake up again. But you werewolves are remarkably durable. You just keep bouncing back so long as silver isn’t involved.”
I guess that made sense. Our activities had been. . . quite thorough and explicit. My body still shivered just remembering it all.
“How long will this feeling last?” I asked, rubbing my eyes. “Not that I’m eager to get rid of it. It’s. . . pretty relaxing.”
As I said that, another chill ran down my arm, causing goosebumps.
Barsilla looked me over again. She then started counting on her fingers as if this was some kind of complex equation I didn’t understand. Not mortal math, that’s for sure.
“I’d say you should be back to feeling normal before bed tonight. Maybe watch your abilities today. Don’t try to make use of the queen’s glamour embedded within you until all this excess aura disperses. Who knows what madness would be unleashed?”
That was fine by me. I didn’t have another training session with Ceras until tomorrow anyway. And we were still working mostly on forms and stances. We hadn’t even gotten to tapping into the queen’s glamour. I hadn’t used it much since summoning that pack of feather wolves to defend the palace from the lake witch.
I wasn’t eager to tap into that power again. During the next week, I spend recovering from being stabbed in the gut, my body felt all kinds of weird. Using an immortal’s magic in a mortal body just felt like mixing mayonnaise and peanut butter. It’s possible, but the taste is pretty funky.
“Speaking of glamour, to get at your books, I had to pull off a couple ribbons. And I couldn’t help but notice they seemed a little familiar. . .,” Barsilla said, staring at me out of the corner of her eyes.
“Yeah, I’ve got questions about that, myself. But I won’t know anything for sure until I talk to Lady Bon-Hwa,” I said, staring at my fingers.
Barsilla hovered in the air again and snapped her fingers. The door to my bathroom opened, and I heard the bath kick on inside. Somehow I knew the temperature would be exactly where I wanted it, which had me curious about just how far Barsilla’s intuition went.
She snapped her fingers again, and a pair of soft white towels flew from out of the bathroom and onto my bed.
“You’re in luck, little wolf. Our queen in command is awaiting your arrival for lunch. So you might just get a chance to ask those questions after all.”
I started to get out of bed and then paused, staring at Barsilla with an eyebrow raised.
“What did I say about calling me little wolf when you’re less than six inches tall?” I asked, crossing my arms.
She didn’t even flinch.
“What did I say about telling me what to do when I could shrink you down to the size of a grape and then cut you into five pieces with the snap of my fingers?” the piskie asked, putting her hands on those microscopic hips of hers.
We continued to glare at each other in awkward silence, and eventually, I lost the contest, same as always.
“I’m. . . going to go get in the bath,” I said, clearing my throat and grabbing the towels.
“Excellent choice, royal pet,” Barsilla said, flying back over to my Little Bear books to finish the one she’d been reading.
I called out.
“Those are very important to me. So again, please be careful,” I said.
Before I closed the bathroom door, I heard Barsilla’s voice soften a tad as she said, “I know who gave you these and how dear they are to you. They’ll be just fine in my care for the few minutes I’ll need to read them.”
Strangely enough, I trusted her. So I bathed quickly, found a new soap that smelled like black raspberries, and rinsed off.
Selecting a yellow and orange sundress, I got dressed, put on a little makeup, and left my room to find Lady Bon-Hwa.
I stopped one of the queen’s feathers, a troll with a surprisingly thick German accent, and asked if he’d seen the queen in command. The troll pointed a large hand covered in gray flesh toward the rear of the castle and said she was outside near the water’s edge.
Thanking the feather and leaving, I hummed to myself and wandered through the palace until I came to the rear doorway. Outside, several feathers stood guard and waved to me as I walked by. The talon in command was an elf named Tanya, and she looked a little nervous as I exited the grounds without an escort. She’d been nearby when I ran out before, and the queen gave chase.
Nobody was scolded for that, of course. Awnry werewolves are notoriously difficult to stop, as I knew from experience. Still, none of the feathers or talons wanted to be caught on the end of the queen’s wrath if something happened to her favorite puppy— er, wolf. I was her werewolf. I had to keep at least some measure of respect for myself.
Just because Barsilla calls me that doesn’t mean I need to start, I thought, rolling my eyes.
I found Lady Bon-Hwa just outside of the palace staring at the lake, her long black hair drifting along with the breeze coming off the water. As usual, her hair was tied back with a ribbon, this one a soft blue.
The queen in command wore a matching form-fitting little blue dress that looked like someone a hiker would wear, along with black tights underneath. I didn’t know fae seamstresses could make or use polyester.
Maybe Bon-Hwa hit up an L.L.BEAN store before asking me to lunch, I thought.
“There you are, little wolf. I was wondering when you would wake up,” she said as I noticed a wicker picnic basket in her hands.
“My apologies, Lady Bon-Hwa. I didn’t know we were having lunch today. You could have always asked Barsilla to wake me up,” I said.
The queen in command smiled.
“No, I’ve heard it’s best to let sleeping dogs lie. . . isn’t that the expression in the mortal world?”
Snickering, I nodded.
“Plus, I know your body needed to rest after your mistress fucked you to Avalon and back,” Bon-Hwa said with a straight face.
And there they went again. My cheeks were burning something fierce. I wasn’t ashamed of what we’d done. I rather enjoyed myself. So why did I still blush like an embarrassed teenager when other people talked about my sex life? Maybe it was just the manner in which it was discussed.
Perhaps I’ll never get used to the blunt nature that folks here use to talk about my explicit activities, I thought.
Then again, it wasn’t like the fae were prudes. Pleasure was something the inhabitants of this world seemed to know everything about. They did things here mortals didn’t even have names for back where I came from. It was in the same ballpark as desire, seduction, dancing, passion, and all the other things fae spent their limitless days seeking out.
“I didn’t think we were that noisy,” I said, clearing my throat.
Bon-Hwa shook her head.
“No, dear. We certainly didn’t hear the two of you. Varella’s bedroom is enchanted with all kinds of magic to keep her secrets safe in the dark. But most of us saw her carrying you back to your bedroom. And you’re still dripping with her glamour. So, everything in Featherstone can do the math.”
Speaking of, my mind still had its buzz going from being overloaded on my mistress’ aura, so I swayed to the left a little with the lake breeze.
“I trust you’ve recovered enough to walk a little ways for a picnic?”
Staring again at the basket and wondering what goodies were inside, I asked, “Why did you choose now for us to share a meal?”
Why indeed? I’d never pretend like I could guess Bon-Hwa’s true intentions, but this one should have been obvious enough.
“To uphold our bargain, of course. I told you that after your trip to Featherbrooke, I’d show you my true face. So. . . here I am,” she said, motioning around herself with an arm.
Right, we’d made a bargain. How could I have forgotten? It was just a couple days ago, but somehow after meeting Kit and Vyz, it felt longer than that.
“Well, okay then. In that case, I’m sorry I forgot. By all means, let’s eat lunch. I’m eager to see the true Lady Bon-Hwa.”
The queen in command seemed to glance out at the lake again and then motioned for me to follow her into the forest.
We hiked for what felt like an hour, maybe two. But time was always an enigma in the land of Faerie. That was to be expected for a race of beings that simply marched outside the flow of chronology.
Eventually, we came to a patch of flat rocks next to a small waterfall. It fed into a river that I assumed went out into the lake surrounded Featherstone. It was here Bon-Hwa finally sat down the picnic basket and pulled out a thick blanket. I helped her spread it over the largest rock in the area, and we got to eating pretty quickly after that.
The queen in command had the kitchen prepare several roasted chicken sandwiches that were served cold. And I wasn’t sure if Varella had told her about my appetite or she just naturally guessed werewolves at more than the average person. But every time I reached into the basket to pull out another sandwich, one appeared.
Lady Bon-Hwa put away two sandwiches before wiping her mouth with a cloth napkin from the basket and looking over at the waterfall.
“I’m not sure what you’re expecting to see, royal pet.”
Thinking back on our last exchange, I remembered falling drastically short of the queen in command’s expectations where wordcraft was concerned. And I’d learned my lesson about folly. What if this was another test on her part?
I need to ace it, I thought.
Putting my half-eaten sandwich down, I folded my hands in my lap and spoke slowly, as if trying to verbally feel around my bedroom with the lights off.
“You promised to show me your true face and told me I craved expressions of authenticity here, that it was my mortal nature. So that is what I expect, my lady. An authentic expression of your true face,” I said, my eyes trying to flash confidence.
The fae appraised my look with an analytical eye that probably took centuries to develop. And I sensed she knew I was full of bullshit. But she just nodded twice and said, “Good. That’s a little better. It seems like your visit to the Word Sage helped after all.”
Before I could argue that nothing much had changed, I remembered what Vyz had told me about gaining wisdom.
“The road to wisdom starts with being whole. And you need to reclaim yourself. A pot with holes in the side can’t hold water. So start with that lost piece of your childhood,” he’d told me in the library.
He’d given me back a small piece of my childhood with those books. Could the simple act of knowing I had such a treasure waiting for me to read at any time count as reclaiming myself? And the bigger question. . . did that necessarily give me any extra wisdom?
Clearing my throat and trying to push aside that squeamish feeling that reared its head anytime I had to be assertive, I blinked slowly and said, “I can tell you all about my visit to Vyz and Kit later. But I believe we hiked out here for a reason. And I’d like to see your true face, my lady.”
At that moment Bon-Hwa’s eyes seemed to darken a shade, and she dropped the complimentary mask that said nice words and revealed a more terrifying sight. Externally, she was still the same otherworldly beauty that I’d walked into the woods with. But inside, the queen in command’s aura changed and seemed to raise as though a viper from its nest in the ground.
My skin shivered as gooseflesh appeared, and she knew the subtle shift in her demeanor hadn’t gone unnoticed.
This look she wore now was. . . I’d describe it as visceral and hungry. Her eyes were wild and focussed on one thing at this very moment. . . myself.
There was a controlled rage present now, something that had been invisible below the surface. I didn’t know the source of this acrimony, but I didn’t have to wait for it to be revealed.
“Well, little wolf. Congratulations. You’re maybe the third person in the Raven Court to see my true face, my unbridled hunger for power. My face comes with a short backstory. It starts with a girl who became a slave at a young age and learns all the brutality of the world. Your pampered life here may give you an ignorant view of Faerie, but make no mistake, this is a cold, animalistic world full of spiteful creatures ready to throw you in the mud and drive daggers into your spine.”
I swallowed nervously and exhaled slowly.
“That story continues with the little girl furnishing a new hatred for her owners each day, until they finally let their guard down, putting her in charge of their meals. Their deaths came via poison and ribbons that I used to squeeze the last bit of life from their previously immortal bodies. This face came from an insatiable urge to rise up and tear as much power and glamour from Faerie as I could imagine and more,” she hissed.
My chest felt tight, and the buzz from earlier seemed to evaporate from fear, fear of this raw and true face, the very face I’d asked to see. Except now that I saw it, I wanted to look anywhere else.
But I didn’t. I held her gaze, not wanting to disrespect the expression of her truest self. This is what I’d bargained for. And it was what I now received. It was the very foundation of Lady Bon-Hwa.
“And now you’re the second-most powerful fae in the Raven Court. That’s quite a jump from slave, my lady,” I all but stuttered.
Her eyes narrowed, but it did nothing to lessen the enmity in her gaze.
“It’s nothing compared to the jump I’ll make to queen of the Raven Court. That’s my endgame, little wolf. The corvid crown is what drives me morning, day, and night, growing my glamour and eventually seizing a throne so that nobody will ever again be able to order me around.”
With this confession, her glamour spread to the stones around us, and ribbons rose like snakes, numbering a dozen. They filled spaces between the rocks as though they’d been slumbering here throughout our picnic.
And then the ribbons wrapped around each rock, most of which were the size of a human desk or chair. When Lady Bon-Hwa squeezed her fist, the ribbons joined together and fastened themselves around nearby rocks, squeezing tight until the stone groaned and shattered into pieces before my very eyes.
The very air itself became thick with Lady Bon-Hwa’s glamour. I felt it pulse around the stream and stones as though it was hunting. Because she was hunting. . . for the crown of my mistress.
At that moment, something snapped inside me, and a deep growl rattled the now-shattered rocks around us. My fear of the queen in command faded, replaced with renewed loyalty to my mistress.
“You seek the crown of our queen, Lady Bon-Hwa?”
She didn’t seem fazed in the least at my rattling growl, merely standing until the powerful fae towered over me.
“I’ve made no secret of my desire to the Raven Queen, and now I reveal this secret to you as well. My service to the queen is all in preparation for sitting on her throne myself one day.”
“Treason!” I barked, standing on my own feet and clenching my fists. To threaten to supplant my mistress was an action I wouldn’t tolerate. I’ve no clue what the queen in command thought bringing out here and telling me this, but I was going to put a stop to anything she was planning here and now.
But with a flick of her wrist, I found myself raised several inches into the air, ribbons securing my wrists and ankles, another at my throat.
“Consider this another lesson, little wolf. Be careful who you bark at. I could tear you into tiny pieces in the blink of an eye or across the longest hour you’ve ever known. And you—” I interrupted her, feeling glamour stirring in my wolfheart.
The thought of seeing harm come to my queen while I just stood here in the woods sparked across my chest like a bolt of lightning.
“Will defend my queen until you’ve ripped every last breath from my lungs.”
Glamour pushed outward from my chest as I visualized them around me, the ones I hadn’t called in a few months. Razor focus and need summoned them to me once again.
But the ribbons around me pulled tighter, not that I let even a groan slip as my tendons began to protest.
“Empty threats and bravado may accomplish things in the mortal world. But this is Faerie, royal pet. And I have you alone in the woods hanging in the air before me helpless as a bug in a web.”
With another growl, I matched the queen in command’s fierce gaze. Words flashed through my mind. Traitor. Usurper. Conspirator. I didn’t care if she was the second-most powerful fae in the Raven Court. I wouldn’t let her take one step toward my mistress.
“Not alone,” I said.
“What was that?” she asked, holding up a hand to her ear. She’d heard me, knew exactly what I’d said.
But I didn’t have to repeat myself because a twig snapped behind us. And that’s when she turned to see us surrounded by a dozen wolves made entirely from blackened leaves and feathers, violet eyes glowing and locked onto the queen in command.
Now it wasn’t just my growl filling the air with Varella’s glamour spilling from my chest, but the entire black feather pack.
These were the same wolves I’d called to fight the invading force of kelpies attacking Featherstone. And I was beginning to understand exactly what it would take to summon them again and again.
Lady Bon-Hwa now wore a sickening grin as she gazed at the pack around us. Then she turned her back on them and looked back at me.
Maybe her animosity cooled a degree or two. Maybe that was my imagination. But the fae before me nodded twice more.
“Good,” she said. “Very good.”
I pulled against my bonds until I started to feel my bones groaning as the stones did earlier when her ribbons snaked around them. I leaned my head forward and answered her true face with my own.
“Look at me, Lady Bon-Hwa. This is my true face. These are my claws and fangs. I am the goddamn Wolf of Featherstone and the loyal pet of her majesty Varella. I serve her with everything I’ve got as I will for all my years. You might kill me here. You might take down this black feather pack. But know two things. You won’t leave this forest unscathed, and my spirit will forever hunt you through whatever eternity you have left.”
Her face changed, and that deranged, power-hungry expression retreated behind a calmer mask, one I couldn’t immediately place. With another flick of her wrist, the ribbons that broke stones apart only moments ago cracked like whips, destroying every black feather wolf I’d summoned.
As those feathers and leaves fell back to the ground from which I’d summoned them, I felt the ribbons holding me slack a little until I was back on my own feet.
“That’s the face you’ll need when our queen takes you to Kilgara in a few days. So remember this feeling well, royal pet. Remember how it felt to summon those creatures with the use of her majesty’s glamour inside of you. And for crow’s sake, learn to harness the glamour I planted in your wolfheart as well.”
I cocked my head to the side, feeling fury inside my heart evaporating like rain from the pavement on a hot summer day after a short shower.
“Here is the last truth I will share with you today, little wolf. My service to the queen started decades before even your grandmother was born. And it began with an oath that I wouldn’t pursue the corvid crown while she still wore it. Do I crave your mistress’ power? Yes. Do I know how to keep those cravings in check until my time arrives? Also yes. So turn that protective force outward, and don’t make any more foolish bargains.”
In truth, I wasn’t sure how to feel at the moment. I’d been prepared to tear Lady Bon-Hwa’s heart out seconds ago, and now I was taking final pieces of advice from her. Things change quickly in the land of Faerie. I guess that’s all I could say.
“Then. . . this was a test,” I said, raising an eyebrow.
“It was,” she said, closing the picnic basket and folding the blanket we’d sat on. I watched her stand and start back on the path toward Featherstone.
Following alongside the queen in command, I asked, “Did I pass?”
She said nothing for a few seconds before looking down my way with a coy grin. And I knew the time of her giving answers had passed.
“That’ll do, wolf. That’ll do.”
I guess that’s all I’m going to get from her, I thought as we continued our hike back to the palace.
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