#D.I. where are you

[carnagebleda]

anyways i'm not up to s6 of lost in my rewatch but who's gonna gimme an au where instead of s.ayid it's nat that gets i.nfected with the island's sickness and gonna gimme mother!nat in her flash-sideways verse?

[aflamboyanceofflamingos]

In order to turn a very embarrassing moment of my life into something funny have this stupid Timbern au:

The Drakes are alive so Tim is still on track for being the heir of D.I. but is interning at W.E. for the summer because Bruce offered a position

Bernard has been interning at W.E. as well, for volunteering hours

The both work in a small, newer branch of W.E. that focuses on cultivating more information about Gotham’s history

Bernard’s there because it's the most teen focused thing and Tim’s there because he wants to figure where exactly the Lazarus pit is under Gotham so he can mess with Ra’s

They are currently stationed at an old house that was made into a museum which is managed by Wayne Enterprises, but since most of it is a museum there are only a few rooms to actually work, however it being a teen thing it’s very much choose your own hours so that prevents too many people from being there at once

Tim, who doesn’t want someone to come in a see the fact that he’s already finished cataloging all of the 2023 Donations to the museum and is instead using the time to further research the numerous curses in Gotham and/or watch Demon Slayer, is very happy about this fact and only comes at either the earliest or latest times so he gets a room to himself and only has to pretend to be going through boxes when someone checks on him

Bernard immediately messes up Tim’s plan

He’s always there- morning, night, even when Tim changes up his schedule

And no matter how many how many empty rooms there might be he always finds Tim and sits with him, even the time Tim tried to hide in the attic under the guise of organizing a couple boxes up there

Being the paranoid idiot that he is Tim assume that Bernard is a from the League of Assassins and enacts a 46-step plan to figure out what he’s planning (read: stalks him) and in the course of it ends up falling in love

Meanwhile on Bernard’s side, the first week of the internship he walked into the room Tim was in and wanted to be friends with the cute boy

The reason that he kept finding Tim was that he was talking to Dick Grayson, his gymnastics instructor, and Dick had realized that the boy in question was his honorary little brother and told Bernard that “Timmy’s shy, you just have to break down his walls to get to know him” and tells him when Tim’s going to the museum

Dick is well aware of what Tim thinks the situation is because he’s the one Tim rants to, but he thinks it’s funny and will make for a great story to tell at their wedding

[zedweek]

Zedweek 2024 Prompts!!!!!!!

Day 1: Dec 2

ZSMA:  It’s the anniversary of the series that started it all! Spanning four years, Zedaph’s Super Minecraft Adventure showcases Zed’s growth as a creator and contains countless silly moments! Farms and western villages, breakups and singing and time travel! Whether you embrace a younger Zedaph, a best build, or a favorite moment, it’s a blast from the past!

Free space: We know that Zed’s earliest series is also one that many haven’t seen, so this day is also open to anything that anyone wants to make! Get crazy with it! The only limit is your own imagination!

Day 2: Dec 3

Hermitcraft 5-6: Caves of crystal and bases galore, we’re going back in time! Featuring lovely characters such as Worm Man and Zedeath, season 5 and 6 give a lot to work with! The rise of the gaming district and the iconic Is That Sheep Looking At Me? entertained the Hermits, and our hero still found time to try his hand at aerial livestock delivery! The following season saw a Jack (Er. Zed?) of all bases, with 5 in total, but no one official base to call his own. Truly, the season of embodying what it means to be a hermit!

Hels: From the mind of Hermitcraft’s own Welsknight, Hels has taken the fandom by storm with its intrigue and possibilities. Explore what Zed’s own Hels could be like, create an elaborate theory where he is a Hels, or where he doesn’t have one at all! If anyone would transcend the rules of the universe to relax and simply share a meal with Evil Xisuma in the most dismal part of the universe, it’s surely the birthday boy.

Day 3: Dec 4

Hermitcraft 7-8: Settling into the Hermitcraft server, seasons 7 and 8 pushed our existing knowledge of Minecraft! From the Cave of Contraptions to the Sciscraper, Zedaph made it his mission to discover the secrets of Hermit psychology as well as some of the most useless functions in the game! Hang out for a round of golf or come up with an even less efficient contraption! There’s plenty of time for a new completely ethical experiment; the moon isn’t getting any bigger…Right?

Oddity:  Zed’s brain and body don’t quite work like anyone else’s, but that’s all the more reason to love him! This is a day to embrace everything that makes Zed peculiar, or to enjoy the peculiarities that he loves right back!

Day 4: Dec 5

Hermitcraft 9-10: Up for a challenge? This pair of seasons has plenty! Try your hand at an advancement or gamification, or design one for our guy! From falling at world height to cheeky spying to getting his friends caught on fire by an angry furnace, these seasons bring plenty of fun! Maybe get a little meta yourself and add a sneaky game to whatever you create!

Death: It’s a well-known fact that Zedaph toys with the cycle of death and life! To me, this seems like a great day to celebrate the way Zedaph celebrates death, whether it be his hundredth demise, making a game of ushering souls, or testing the limits of respawn! 

Day 5: Dec 6

Create: It’s important to properly enrich your Zedaph by letting him play with wrenches and gears with his eccentric friend every so often. Bite into a honeyed apple and feel the rush of being catapulted! Or catapulting your friends! Catapult everything!

Alternate Universe: Put this boy in a situation!!! Get creative and share the role another Zedaph plays (heh) in your story, whatever it may be! Alternatively, try and stop Zed from falling into another universe all on his own. He’s got portal technology, you know!

Day 6: Dec 7

Kris & Jack:  As long as I, Ell Cillpiines, am running this event, there will be always be a KnJ day. This is a day to appreciate Zed’s second channel in all of its filmy frenzied goodness and cast of characters! (D.I.)Why? Because a world without Kris & Jack isn’t a world I would want to be in!

Kris & Jack but in Minecraft this time: oooh you wanna think about them so bad

Day 7: Dec 8

Birthday!!!!!:  It’s a Zelebration! Grab a noise-maker and join the party however you see fit! Happy birthday, Kristopher Zedaph Plays!

[brucewaynehater101]

What are some of your favorite hcs/aus on your blog? And what hcs/aus have you thought about/encountered outside your blog but wanted to explore more?

Hello 👋 Great ask!

My favorite AUs/HCs on my blog are the ones that other people join in to help. I just love seeing folks become inspired and what cool ideas they have to contribute.

Here are some:

Kon being able to hear Tim's heartbeat is a representation of Tim's ability to trust others

Tim as a doofenshmirtz villain for therapy

Tim as Bruce's parent

Tim keeps a weapon on him at all times when he returns from the BruceQuest because he's lost his sense of home/safety

Any time traveler AU with Tim where he doesn't join the Batfam again

Any Tim joins the Batfam late AUs

That one AU where Tim's parents lived and were decent folks

AUs where Tim uses D.I. to help folks and take over the world

Some other HCs/AUs I love:

An entire work during Jason's run as Robin that keeps hinting to his end/what happens after he dies

The batkids break into each others' safehouses/apartments even when the sibling is out of town

Tim periodically goes on vacation as a fake identity for the hell of it. He sometimes takes others to play pretend at roles (and create drama)

Babs finds ableist or sexist people online and either destroys them herself or sends Steph/Cass their address

Alfred polishes his guns and stands watch with them the entire time Joker is out of Arkham Asylum

Jason has another crime empire in another country. It was an accident, but it helps out the people there

Helena and Jason chat about policies Jason can implement in his gang/Crime Alley to help people

Duke gets up to YJ level chaos behind Bruce's back as well. He somehow manages to hide it due to him working the dayshift (since he doesn't leave Gotham as much as Tim)

I'm sure there's more, but here's a few!

[fellshish]

Broadchurch should have done glee style recaps where they read alec hardy to filth before each episode like d.i. hardy got turned down by a woman who shagged mark latimer and was finally able to relax when he lost consciousness due to heart arrhythmia and that’s what you missed on broadchurch <3

[freddie-221b]

That Scene From Broadchurch

but i wrote it :D (months ago)

The bench was damp through Hardy’s suit trousers, reminding him again of why he hated this bloody town. Water, everywhere. He couldn’t escape it here, everything, even the case, led back to the sea. There, under the shelter on the pier, the noise of the crashing waves was inescapable, the whistling of the wind through the sails of the boats docked in the harbour eerie, even to the D.I.

“You’re the last person I expected a phone call from,” said Dr. Baxter, a dark chuckle shadowing his voice.

Hardy’s tone of voice very much implied that he was the last person he expected to be calling. “You’re the first friendly face I’ve seen in months,” he said, accent thickening unconsciously in the presence of a fellow Scot. Finally a break from the relentless Dorset accents he seemed to be surrounded with.

“If I’m the friendly face, God knows what the rest of them are like.”

“Oh, you have no idea,” Hardy responded, briefly turning his head to look at Dr. Baxter, before returning his gaze to the sea and the cliffs ahead of him. “It is another world.”

There was a pause during which Hardy fought the urge to brush his fringe out of his eyes as the wind tousled it. 

“It's a bit…cloak n’ dagger, Alec,” the doctor said, a questioning edge to the statement. Hardy never liked the hidden emotion in people’s voices. It bugged him. “Meeting me out here? What’s wrong with the office?”

Hardy grimaced and looked away, off towards where the station sat on the waterfront. “Small town, everyone’s eyes on ya.” He swallowed thickly, shaking his head. “Don’t like it.”

The way that everybody knew everybody made him almost miss working in a city, where the only people who knew you were the ones who knew you. He liked anonymity, anonymity was safe. Well, until everyone knew him, that was.

Baxter hesitated before saying his next words, fiddling absently with the zip of his windbreaker. Hardy still couldn’t fathom how this town somehow managed to be both swelteringly hot and near icy cold all in the same day. Bloody sea air, he thought grumpily. “I, er…went through all the results you sent me.”

“So?”

Dr. Baxter turned to him, face grim. “It’s not good, Alec.”

“No,” he sighed, shifting in his seat, leaning forwards slightly to rest his forearms on his thighs, not looking at him.

“You’ve got to change all of this! No stress, no pressure, nothing that’ll cause unnecessary exertion,” Baxter listed, for what Hardy was sure was the five hundredth time in the last year.

“I can’t,” he said bluntly, shaking his head again.

“You have teh!” He felt the doctor’s eyes on him as he stared at the cliffs. “If you don’t… you’ll end up dead.”

Hardy bared his teeth as he growled distastefully at his words. “Ah, you bloody doctors!” he said, drawing out the word ‘doctors’ mockingly as he glared at Baxter. “Always ‘do as I say or you’ll end up dead.’”

“I’m serious! Look,” Baxter pressed, and Hardy knew what was coming next. “I’ll make sure all the paperwork gets filled in, you can be invalided out.”

He flicked his eyes over to the station again. He knew Baxter was right. “Not ‘till I’m done here,” he argued flatly.

“You like it that much?” Dr. Baxter asked in disbelief.

Shooting him a glance and shaking his head, he gritted out: “No, I hate it! I hate the air, I hate the sand!” This place had genuinely been his worst nightmare to live in. Too much water, too much surveillance, too much…everything. It reminded him much more than he liked of his childhood, that visit to the seaside as a kid when his parents fought incessantly the whole time. “I hate the stupid people, I hate their bloody smiley bloody faces,” he spat, glaring up at the sky, pink and blue in the sunset. “I hate the ne’er ending sky…”

“Well…why be here at all?”

Hardy thought for a moment, rubbing his palms over his legs. He stared up at the sky, remembering the state he left the Sandbrook family in before coming here, the little girl whose photograph he kept in his wallet to remind him. He thought of poor Danny Latimer, lying on a slab in the Broadchurch morgue, his parents whose marriage was being torn apart by this investigation, things that would have been left happily undiscovered dragged out for the world to see. He thought of his wife and daughter, far away from him and his cursed life.

“It’s penance.” 

@princeloww

[detective-luca-montoya]

D.I. Sonata smooths down the front of their waistcoat before stepping into the grand doors of The Agency, their head held high and their step cautious but unfaltering as their eyes wander, taking in everything from the interior design to the type of light filling the room. After a month of wanting to visit The Agency but with no proper professional reason to do so and not knowing anyone working at there, they had finally gotten their hands on a case requiring special assistance their upstairs neighbour couldn't help them with.

Their eyes land on the person behind the large receptionist desk before roaming across its shiny surface to find a name placard and, after finding one and seeing the receptionist notice them, Sonata approaches and offers a polite smile as they hold up their badge.

"Pardon me Jacob, but I'm D.I. Sonata, and I've come across a bit of a snag regarding a case I'm working on." Their smile morphs into something sheepish as they quickly add, "And now, I gathered from y'all's site that regarding the supernatural y'all seem to specialise in hauntings and the like but well, is there any chance y'all also might be familiar with the supernatural community as a whole 'round here? Specifically vampires?"

@tenantof221c

“Well, that depends on the type of vampire we’re talking about here? Your true bloods and your twilights are really pretty harmless so long as they practice harm reduction techniques and avoid hunting people. You can leave them alone to just be hot and hook up with humans. Now as for your Draculas they’re a bit more dangerous. But infinitely more huntable. Find out what religion your vampire used in their human life and trap them in with its symbols (Pray they aren’t a diehard atheist). Also running water and salt circles will keep them off of you while you run to your house where they can’t get in. A stake through the heart or a decapitation will kill anything. Also maybe try and find a big window to open."

[ac-liveblogs]

Ur right in that Scara-Irmin has more consequences. The reason I say Olorun is better tho is because, A. unlike Scara, we're actually there for his Very Long Suicide Plot. He doesn't vanish offscreen and get replaced by an amnesiac substitute. We meet Olorun, walk with Olorun, complete his evil puzzles, his sui attempt is the climax. B. His onscreen characterisation works with his struggle vs Scara who has half his characterisation stuck in artifact lore.

(2.)Olorun nicknames his veggies, he likes bugs, he doesn’t distinguish between humans and nature. He can run to the wild but, when the Abyss strikes, he cant escape the sight of his ‘failures’. C. Olorun was raised with love, Scara thought he was raised with hate. This makes Scara a standard revenge->sui. But Olorun can’t hate his family. They love each other. He's scared of them dying. He wants approval and control and he gains both my sacrificing himself. I find this much more fresh. (3) D.I find his gap-moe funny. Ifa calls him ‘weird’ bc of his gardening but THAT"s not why he's weird. He seems normy compared to Fish and Razor. At first. Then you realise this idiot has tricked himself into thinking he’s in a pitched sibling rivalry battle with Himself From Another Universe Who Died As A Baby. AND he’s losing! Dead Baby Olorun saved the world, but this Olorun can't even go to war! His shattered soul made him good for 1 thing and bad for everything else. He's doomed. (4) To me, “Vengeance -> Vengeance!" is less fresh than “I want to die so I can finally surpass dead baby me as a person -> maybe I can surpass dead baby me in other ways. That said, my big gripe with Olorun is that his eureka moment is SUPER rushed. Theres no clear point where his martyr-complex-imposter-syndrome-low-self-esteem-survivors-guilt clusterfuck transitions to "Life Good." He's just refuting Citlali's affirmations one second and accepting them the next. Hoyo Y As a reward for wading through my Olorun nonsense, I simply must hear your thoughts on VRAINS's VISIONARY depiction of hacking.

I can't argue with personal opinion! I do agree that Ororon is the easier character to like and sympathise with, and unlike Scaramouche isn't actually frustrating to engage with. I liked his scenes with Citlali. It's just that - exactly as you say - the resolution to his character is WAY too rushed. Personally, if this arc had been spread out over multiple acts and the plan with Capitano had actually gone somewhere, I'd be a lot more on board than I am.

Really feels like Scara and Ororon each got one half of a half-decent plotline, huh? Ororon got the character groundwork, Scara got the… actual stuff happening (lazy stuff, but still stuff, LMAO)

What gets me is that the concept of Ororon - someone that can be possessed by the spirits of the dead in Natlan, where they're uhhhh around in some capacity, someone who feels like he can save Natlan all by himself… this should really work.

Thinking on it, I'd rather he was the one we raced into the Night Kingdom to save rather than Kachina (partially bc Kachina's storyline uhhh lol she's not even the hero rep for her tribe, disrespectful - if they have the guts to kill Xilonen, which I doubt, Kachina better replace her), because man, that last minute "don't sacrifice yourself" mere moments away from someone actually doing it is always a heartwarming classic, right? Despite all my "this lazy emotional beat did not make my heart stir", I'm really not a hard sell…

Ororon has all the pieces to WORK for me, but it doesn't, because Genshin half-assed it as usual… very depressing. But on his gap moe - man, that is NOT the personality I expected for him. Or Citlali! I appreciated that a lot.

On VRAINS…. hahahaha okay oh boy this is where I make an embarrassing admission. I did not watch VRAINS for the plot. I bounced around VRAINS to watch certain duels so I could learn how to Link Summon.

A CERTAIN online Yu-Gi-Oh Video Game has cruelly and brutally nerfed both of the decks I run, and clearly my attempts at valor (not running a deck that requires me to waste approximately two minutes of my opponent's time to set up my field on the first turn) have been rejected, so I figured if I couldn't beat 'em, join 'em. And learn Link seven years late. But also, I hate reading big technical paragraphs of duel strategy so I figured "whatever, that's what the anime's there for…"

I tried with Vrains! I really did! But the pacing of the first few episodes really turned me off, and the way the duels are structured isn't much better… honestly, I get why they had to simplify the duels for Sevens and Go-Rush, bc oh boy they were really struggling with the way the card game's evolved in this one (no wonder they made them do parkour in Arc-V. And also, I do not envy whoever had to write the duels around Salamangreat LMAO). I'm a fake fan and Ai's tomfoolery was my saving grace, I swear (I love Ai. It's a shame @ Ignister is such an incomplete archetype, seriously)

I need to go back and watch it properly at some point, because what I DID pick up from jumping around the later seasons seemed pretty cool in concept. So uhhhh raincheck?

[aziraphales-library]

Hello,

I was wondering if you know any fics with A and/or C as detectives? Preferably in a historic setting but I’d be fine with any time period if that’s what’s available.

Thank you for all your hard work!

Hi. You might be interested in the kind of fics on our #spies and #murder mystery tags. Here are some detective fics...

You'll (have to) do. by Beautyandlove (T)

In light of the murder of six UK nationals at a resort in Calais, France, D.I Fell and D.I Crowley are sent there to catch the seemingly invisible killer.

The only pickle, really, is that they have to pretend to be married.

Which is fine. It’s not like Aziraphale sometimes wants to smother Crowley with a pillow or kiss him senseless, or anything.

Tadfield Heat by Shampain (M)

The scene is Tadfield, at the beginning of another perfect autumn. The cast? Two surly detectives, one MI-5 analyst, and a trigger happy CIA agent. The problem? Sergeant A. Michael won't shut up about the graffiti the village just can't seem to get rid of.

If you're looking for intelligent people doing intelligent things, maybe don't click here. For the Good Omens Big Bang!

yours in black lace by okapi (E)

Hardboiled, hell-fried private investigator Anthony J. Crowley is just trying to survive a hot, boring August, but a new case and a series of anonymous naughty letters signed only 'yours in black lace' are about to make things interesting.

Chapters 1-3 are case fic. Chapter 4 is smut.

For the 2020 DW Unconventional Courtship challenge based on a summary of the Mills & Boon novel Yours in Black Lace by Mia Zachary.

the many-venomed earth by curtaincall (T)

It’s the trial of the century: bestselling mystery author Anthony Crowley stands accused of poisoning his former lover. He’s got means (arsenic), motive (the breakup), and opportunity (a meeting the night of the murder); his guilt seems certain.

Certain, that is, to everyone except Lord Aziraphale Eastgate, rare book collector and amateur detective. Aziraphale’s not sure why he’s so convinced of Crowley’s innocence, but he’s determined to save him from the gallows--by finding the real murderer before it’s too late.

Tadfield's Finest by angelsnuffbox (E)

The sleepy town of Tadfield is thoroughly shaken by the arrival of DI Crowley. Where barely anything ever happened before, there is now a bustle of low grade criminal activity, and everyone knows where to point the blame. Gabriel thinks he's a bad omen for the town, many others are quick to agree. Meanwhile, Aziraphale from SOCO just thinks he's hot. Ridiculously so.

It's A Hard Life by Krisdaughter_of_Athena (M)

“Crawly” was the best delivery man in the whole city of London, and everyone knew it. Whether it be books and flowers, or narcotics and guns, Crawly was the one for the job. Easy enough for Crawly to slip in and out of tight spaces, and easy enough to keep his real name off the police radar.

Detective Constable Aziraphale Pritchard is used to being told he is not very good at his job. He is as surprised as everyone else when he is the officer to catch Crawly, the Devil’s infamous delivery driver, in the act. He is the only officer to figure out Crawly’s real name. But no one else knows that, otherwise they’d also know that the DC tends to get drunk with this particular member of the notorious Demons every other Thursday, and would also know of the fragile Arrangement between the two. Aziraphale knew it couldn’t last.

However, what are the two to do when Crowley is given an extra special delivery, one which places the two unlikely allies alongside each other for the long haul? How will they keep the delicate balance of their arrangement from their respective sides? And how will they keep one boy from bringing destruction to the entirety of London?

- Mod D

[softsnzstuff]

Thinking about an overworked detective who just caught a big break in the case having to stand out in the rain at night overseeing a crime scene investigation (or something) when he’s already got a bad cold 🤤🤤

——

I’m here to request this!! 🤭

Ask and you shall receive!! Getting back to my roots with some classic M/ystrade goodness.

Summary - D.I. Lestrade has caught the worst cold in a long time but he’s stuck working a new lead in the case thanks to Sherlock. Mycroft stops by and fusses. As per usual. 🥰

Dedicated to @snzagaba for encouraging me to write it and also to my lovely Anon for requesting 💕

The winter rain hammered the pavement all over London, icy winter chill freezing people to the bones. Most people were inside their warm homes at this time of night, but Detective Inspector Lestrade was out near a construction site.

Sherlock had informed him earlier that they needed to go to the site immediately and search for the discarded backpack that would lock up the suspects for good - nasty fellas involved in a brutal child murder.

Greg wasn’t sure how Sherlock always managed to do it, but he hadn’t been wrong yet. This time he was on about the way the suspect wore his belt. Had to give away that he worked construction in the side.

The consulting detective and his partner were standing under two umbrellas, Sherlock barking orders at the dog team. Greg was without umbrella, soaked to his shoes.

“HURRRDSH!!”

He snapped forward, water droplets flying off the soggy whisps of hair.

Sherlock shot him a glare that said ‘you’re interrupting my thinking’.

“Bless you.” John offered before turning back to face the scene with sherlock.

With Mycroft away on business this week, no one was around to tell him to get some rest. The DI had been working late nights at Scotland Yard every day this week, running himself ragged. By Wednesday he’d already started coming down with one hell of a cold. Donovan and Anderson avoiding him by Thursday.

The silver haired man used a wet hand to try and wipe the rain out of his eyes - an effort that was futile. He pulled an already damp tissue from his pocket and coughed harshly into it.

The cough sounded worse than it was - two decades of smoking seemed to have that effect on Greg whenever he fell ill.

“You’ll catch your death out here, Gregory.”

The man in question turned around and was met with none other than the British government himself holding an umbrella over them both.

“ii’GSHHH! Heh’RRRDSHUH!”

Mycroft huffed a sigh, always startled by how loud his partner could be.

“I thi’gk I already have…” Greg mumbled from behind the tissue. He blew his nose, practically turning it to confetti.

“For heavens sake Gregory, do throw that useless napkin away.” The younger man removed a clean and pressed handkerchief from his suit’s breast pocket and handed it to the detective who was already putting it to good use.

“H’eTCHiew!”

“Bless.” Mycroft pursed his lips as he strode over to Sherlock and John.

“Ah, brother. You’ve gained weight.” Sherlock quipped.

Mycroft rolled his eyes, “Could you perhaps hurry this up, brother dear. Detective Inspector Lestrade is unwell.”

“What Grant?”

“You know his name, Sherlock.”

The younger of the Holmes’ brothers shouted at the crime scene investigators who were digging in ponchos.

“Not there you idiots. Your other left!! For Christ’s sake Anderson, didn’t anyone teach you directions?? THERE!”

Right where sherlock pointed, someone hit something solid. After a couple people joined in the digging, it was unearthed as a backpack. THE backpack needed to crack the case.

“Detective, I think you’ll find the backpack was exactly where I’d thought. Inside you’ll found damning evidence that the banker did it all along for the insurance claim. We’ll be on our way now.”

Sherlock turned on his heels, John apologizing but following after him.

“Is that enough to get you home and into some dry clothes then?” Mycroft asked. “Anthea has the car ready to go.”

“Erm… let me make sure Donovan can handle this before I just snfff leave them…”

Mycroft made a note of his partner’s growing congestion. He’d prepare the humidifier later that night.

A few moments later, Greg was trotting back over through the rain.

“Alright, she’s got it. Don’t suppose the British government can summon me a towel?” He teased.

The window of the car rolled down and Anthea handed one over. It was warm as if it had just come out of the dryer.

“How did you-? Nevermind…”

“Don’t mumble, Gregory.” Mycroft ushered him into the back of the car. “Let’s tend to that cold of yours, shall we?”

[yesyourstalker]

Neta: ok everything is set up. Just a couple interviews. Warabi!

Warabie: hmmmmmm

Neta: warabie

Warabie: hmmm what?

Neta: I need you to manage for a little until Mahi comes in. I forgot they had orientation today and they had no time to reschedule everyone. (Clap clap) [Signing] Seth, I know you have four clients scheduled today for piercing. Help warabie when you're able to.

Seth: cool

Warabie: hmmm My stomach still hurts from the tattoo and it's still healing.

Neta: *sigh* then sit down or lean across the counter. I don't know what you want me to do. You shouldn't have gotten that if you can't handle the pain yet.

Seth: I told you it wasn't good to do it all in one sitting, I could have scheduled you for another session. But I have to say you did take it like a champ

Neta: I have no time to argue with you I have interviews I have to get to. If someone asks for an interview to send them to the back of the office.........

___________________ interview one_______________

Neta: so what would be your greatest strength?

Naomi [inkling]: uhhhhh...ummm.... I ....I'm regsijtfh

Neta:....I'm sorry can you repeat that.....

Naomi: uh.....I'm.........................hm

Neta: take your time I'm in no rush.......... It says here on your resume that you're an artist you intern at inkpin publishing you worked on several mangas. That's pretty impressive want to tell me about that?

Naomi: uh....uhhhhh..........I'm sorry......[ Leaves]

Neta: oh.... wait! Uh...ok...*sigh* She left her phone. She'll be back maybe she calms down.. we can get somewhere.

_________________Interview two__________________

Neta: where do you see yourself in 5 years?

Vinny [betta fish] definitely not in prison again hahaha! Uhh ohh shit ummm.... Being serious in 5 years? Maybe a manager or an assistant manager of this store.

Neta: really? Ok.... You used to work in a kitchen

Vinny: it was more like a cafeteria but yeah I used to prepare the food I actually made the menus for the week. See I used to tell the corrections offic-uhhhh- I mean my head manager what they needed to order for the week so I can get my team to learn the recipes and to make them meals.

Neta: so you like cooking?

Vinny: not necessarily. I kind of got into it because I just wanted to belong and be a part of something and I didn't want to join a gang..so.....uh.....

Neta: uh huh

Vinny: I just really like that kind of busy work environment. It keeps me on my toes and keeps me preoccupied. I really work well in high stake environments and I like being involved with people who also enjoy that environment. I also really like music and I used to be in a punk band back in the day it was called D.I. DIE.... Kind of sounds like DIY like do it yourself-You get it.

Neta: That's interesting... What did you play?

Vinny: drums, I used to play drums. It was really good at it never played in a while. I hope Betty didn't sell my set after I got locked up

Neta: ok ........ All right. Here's the thing this interview was pretty decent..... Once the background check is complete. Expect a phone call.... Next week around Tuesday okay?

Vinny: really?

Neta: yep... We just need to do the background check and you're set

Vinny: ..... Right, my background check...uhhhhh about that

Neta: listen man... I don't judge. What you've done in the past I probably did worse. You came here, you applied for a job you passed the interview. It's very obvious that you want to turn over a new leaf. I'm willing to help you with that... Just expect the phone call and an email and will be....SET AHH

Vinny: THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!! HAHAHA

Neta: ah ha ok ok you can put me down now....hehe cod you're strong....

Vinny: I also took up weightlifting when I was inside.

_______________ interview three__________________

anemone:...........................

Neta:.................................... So.... What would you consider to be your greatest strengths

anemone:...ehhhh ...... I don't know...... My honesty I'm very honest person

Neta: ok ...... That's good.... Resume seems fine.... You said that you play guitar and you're in a band. Tell me about that

anemone: ugh..... I'm in a band and I play guitar That's it.

Neta:...................*sigh* shit he's one of those.......ok. in a group setting, how well do you work with-

anemone: okay let me just lay it straight to you. I'm available Monday through Thursday. I do not work Fridays. I'm available in the mid shift and closing shifts. I don't do mornings I never have and never will. You have my resume and my phone number you can call me on weekdays around 12 to 5 . After that I'm not picking up see Tuesday. Bye.

Neta:................................ .*sigh*........ We need more closers anyway.

__________________ interview four________________

Neta: what would you consider your biggest achievement

Fugue [puffer fish] My great is achievement? I would say I was one of the few to be picked to play at the scuba dome during the rainbow night symphony orchestra. I was one of the youngest only 15 at the time.

Neta: Yes That's very impressive. I actually read that in the paper you used to Seiche high of the arts. I'm trying to get my daughter into that school next year.

Fugue: yes that was me. Played the tuba It's a wonderful school. I'm sure she'd love it.

Neta: That's very impressive. So why do you want to work here?

Fugue: well I'm trying to save up to go to college I'm trying to get into Brackish University they have a really good music program.

Neta: Brackish!! get out of here! My fiance goes Brackish!

Fugue: oh I'm well aware, ikkan right? That's very impressive, he must have a good reputation. They don't really take back many people once they drop out. If it's too much to ask, what instrument did he play for his audition? I'm assuming it was a bass an upright one right?

Neta: you'd think that but he actually did play the bassoon. He's actually the only one in his marching band in high school to play the bassoon

Fugue: He must have been very skilled. You don't see that many bassoons in band.

Neta: yeah.. he's very talented and hard-working. Most of it was self-taught you know outside of school and everything

Fugue: yeah.... Are you self- taught?

Neta: yeah.. I taught myself... I used to watch music videos and I used to copy their- oh Man we're out of time. I'm sorry we trailed off. I didn't even get to finish the interview

Fugue: oh I'm sorry so do I reschedule or

Neta: nah... you have the job kid. You seem like a really good kid and you have a lot of head of you. I'll send you an email and call you Tuesday okay?

Fugue: thank you sir.

Neta: aw what fine young man. We need more kids like that in this world.

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Neta: it seems to be everyone... I still need to do the baristas but I have to wait for AHhhhhhh.....uhhh Stefan, you're here..... Great.... You could have said something

Stefan [betta]: sorry.... I didn't mean to startle you.....so...... Let's talk I'm thrilled to be a part of this store expansion

Neta: right.... First, how are you doing? How's business?

Stefan: business is great. I finally have my coffee in Mako March. I never thought I'd seen my brand...................in a discount chain store...............umm

Neta: I mean hey! If it makes you feel better It's the most expensive one in there.

Stefan: well of course it is. It's the best quality coffee out there. It should be the most expensive........ Anyway, did you hire me a barista for the shop

Neta: yes.....well I do have a candidate for that store. They are my last interview. They should be here in........ Maybe 30 minutes ......

Stefan: um...

Neta:..........so............. How's your father?

Stefan: he passed finally

Neta: oh.... I'm sorry to hear that.

Stefan: don't be. Its what we all wanted.

Neta: Was it peaceful?

Stefan: it was. he went in his sleep.... We were all prepared for it to happen so we had everything ready.

Neta: yeah that's how my mom passed. My aunt told me she just closed her eyes, dozed off and just never woke up

Stefan: and that's all we can ask for, no pain no suffering just go, when you're ready, you're ready...... I buried him with his prize possession

Neta: let me guess a coffee machine-

Stefan: A stove top espresso and coffee maker

Neta: of course

Stefan: it was his first ever coffee maker and used to make My mother and I coffee with that every day till the day he died. He cherished it like it was a child, Unlike how he cherished me.

Neta: oh...ok that's uh

Toguni: excuse me. I'm here for the interview for the barista job

Stefan: he's early..... Very Punctual

Neta: Right you must be ehhhhhhhh.......... Toguni!! You're the one I sent the email to!

Stefan: hello you must be my apprentice

Toguni: oh uh...wow your...

Stefan: Stefan the reinventor of coffee. Yes I know. Nice to meet you. sit down please I insist make yourself come through right next to me.

Toguni: Yes sir

Neta: well thank you for showing up today the interview will be short and simple I just want to get to know you and you're just going to answer some questions-

Stefan: Tell me what's your relationship with coffee?

Neta: Stefan

Toguni: un-

Stefan: what is your favorite type of coffee?

Toguni: I love coffee

Stefan: what is your opinion on cold brew

Toguni: hu-

Stefan: if I give you three cups dark roast, medium roast and light roast, how fast could you tell them apart? And if abel can you tell me what brand of coffee I give you?

Toguni: iiiiiii

Neta: Stefan, you're making him nervous

Stefan: what is an Americano?. Huh what is that? That's a genuine question. What is an Americano like what is that? What does that even mean? Neta you know history? What is that?

Neta: the Americano is named after a location during the mammalian period it was the first to be destroyed during world war-

Stefan: I don't need to hear one of your history lectures!!!!

Neta: your the one who asked

Stefan: what is the difference between a cortado and a flat white

Toguni: oh! I can actually answer this-

Stefan: quiet! be quiet, shut your mouth and I've had enough.......................

Toguni: ..........

Stefan:........................ I like you.... You don't sound like you're from here. Where are you from?..... Don't answer that.... I like you. I really do

Tagami: * gasp* really so I'm hired

Stefan: no. Not yet. You need to make me a single cup of coffee. Your choice.

Neta: We have a coffee maker in the break room but it only uses K-Cups

Stefan: no, he's not making that type of coffee. That's what you call coffee is an insult and abomination and you need to be ashamed of yourself for even suggesting that we use that coffee machine!!... *Sigh*.... here's my house address. You shall show up to my house at 7:00 a.m. I have all the materials needed. You make me one cup of coffee and if I like it........ You're hired.

Toguni:.........uh.................yes sir you said 7?

Stefan: Great! Be there at 7:00. I'll see you then. I see a lot of potential in you. Good bye....

Toguni: ......... .. ......

Neta: I'm .....so sorry. He's a fucking weirdo I don't know why I agreed to work with him. Listen you don't have to do any of that if you don't want to... I can

Toguni: I can't believe I'm going to his house. I'm going to Stefan's you make him a cup of coffee. I thought this was just going to be like a crappy part-time job

Neta: hurtful

Toguni: I have to. I have to go home. I have to practice I have to .. Make coffee....bye thank you for the interview!

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Neta:* inhale* * exhale*.......

anemone: that guy was a fucking weirdo

Neta: ...... yeah he is ....... Why are you still here?

anemone: I just wanted to see all the other freaks I have to work with....... And they're definitely freaks *huff*

Neta: well, you're going to have to tolerate them.... Hey, maybe after a couple days you might actually like some..... Maybe you can let go of this mean facade you have on and actually make friends.

anemone: I have friends

Neta: ehhhh I don't believe you ... Trust me this whole 'thing' that you have going on, that's how I wasted my teenage years. Trust me.

anemone: *humpf*

Neta: *sigh* I still have that Naomi girls phone wonder if she's-

Naomi: I'm back! I'm sorry I panicked....uhhhhh I uh i.........

Neta:...........

anemone: heh...

Naomi [faces away. Eyes closed] .....*sigh* One of my greatest strengths. I like to show up early and on time I don't like being late. I know that I didn't show it today, but I am actually very reliable............ I don't really have a uh......uh...... Life..... outside of work so I am available whenever you need me. Just call me at any time and I will show up.

Neta: what did you choose this job?

Naomi: Truth is that.. My therapist wants me to go outside and interact with people... .... and suggest getting a part-time job...... to further improve my social skills....... I decided on rockshock because I like music. ........ and I like the alternative community and that it caters to.... People in the alternative community, though they look scary. They are actually very welcoming and patient and I feel like that would be a good environment to start my journey in to social interaction

Neta: well I must say you were right on that......... You forgot your cell phone on the table...... I'll call you next week for orientation okay?

Naomi: ok .....*huff* ok. ..... I'll be going. Thank you... he's so nice.

Neta: It's no problem.

anemone: I gave give her a week

Neta: shut up

anemone belongs to @fish-at-fish-fish-resort

And Toguni belongs to @conkreetmonkey

And neta belongs to...oh me he belongs to me nvm

[starkraivennemad]

The Cold Detail

Being security detail for Mycroft Holmes was both an honor and a horror show.

All of Holmes’ security detail must run the minimum two-year gauntlet of the horror show of being on the detail for Sherlock Holmes before being rewarded to protect Mycroft and Anthea as space opened.

But Sherlock is not the problem for Agents Marcus Derrico, Anand Sajjadul and the others on their rotation. They were the part of the secrete security of someone else important to Mr. Holmes.

Detective Inspector  Gregory Michael Lestrade.

Their orders simple: do not interfere or help with his job, and above all do not let Lestrade see you.

So complete is their noninterference, there were a few times where Lestrade had lost a suspect who outran him. Twice with Sherlock on the chase as well - that is not their job. Lestrade may never learn how they kept a criminal’s accomplice from nearly getting the drop on and assassinate him – that is their job.

It was fine until someone slipped up. Derrico and Sajjadul heard about the dressing down the discovered detail received before they were shipped somewhere to chill for their failure to remain invisible. It did not stop Mr. Holmes from keeping Lestrade protected. After a year, it was with a resigned détente that Lestrade accepted they were a secret part of his life to the point the guards now on rotation were certain Lestrade had forgotten they exist which was perfect.

Until tonight.

Accustomed to waiting on Lestrade as he chased leads, the two agents followed him to a warehouse. The old brick and concrete structure was abandoned, the ceiling had caved in places and had no power. One of the rooms had been the scene of a grisly crime. Forensic had documented everything and the scene released nearly a week ago. Neither agent knew why Lestrade would want to enter the building on a freezing cold day, this close to sunset, but there they were. They could not drive into the lot and maintain their illusion of invisibility. Thus, Sajjadul drew the short straw and followed Lestrade to the front entrance only while Derrico waited in their nice warm car a block away.

Sajjadul had heard Lestrade muttering to himself as a door closed loudly. Yes, Lestrade had his phone and his torch, but Sajjadul really wished he had not gone into an abandoned building at nightfall alone. It had been cold earlier and little warmth provided by the sun vanished with its setting and it was now bitter cold. Sajjadul knew Lestrade’s natural body temp ran hot and was envied how the D.I. was walking around bare headed when he himself would kill for another layer of warmth on his head.  

“God! It’s gold as a witch’s tit out here! What the bloody hell is he doing?” Sajjadul pushed his earpiece in more, pulling his hat down further over his ears. The temperature had dropped to the point that awning that had dripped in the sun when he first stood at the entrance had refrozen into stalactites.

“Fuck all if I know. He’s no Holmes, but he is damned smart copper. Probably following some obscure hunch.” Derrico responded.  “Let’s hope he does it quickly get somewhere warm!”

“I haven’t heard anything, not even walking around. Somethings not right.” Sajjadul said after a while of much too quiet. “I should go in…”

“We’re not supposed to interfere …”

“We’re not, we’re confirming he’s okay.”

“Sajjadul, wait! Remember Naer and Corley?”

Sajjadul gave a moment’s pause at the reminder of the two agents banished to a location that would make their current local feel balmy.

“YOU want to tell Holmes something happened to the man while  we were debating Schrodinger’s Lestrade?”

“Christ no!”

“Establishing a visual wellness check...” Sajjadul pulled a torch from his coat pocket and went in.

It was as he feared– oh so cold, very dark, and much too quiet except for an odd thud as he walked.

“Wait… I think I hear somethi …” Sajjadul started to speak, then stopped. “Derrico…? Anand..?”  He heard nothing but silence and realized the concrete and brick obstructed even their communications. A quick check verified that his cellphone was also useless.

The thuds he heard before, now silent.

He began to worry as he carefully made his way to the crime scene.  

“He’s not here?” He flashed his torch around the room. “Shite!”

The thud he heard earlier began anew. It was louder, and faster, yet weaker. He knew it was Lestrade.

He followed it to a room with a stuck door. The thudding stopped when Sajjadul slammed his body into it. It took a couple of tries before it finally opened.

The room’s ceiling was too high for Lestrade to reach. With no windows and no mobile reception even with the hole in the partially caved in roof, Lestrade had been trapped in the freezing room with no cell phone reception and no heat source. There was little chance he would have survived the night.

“This is going to hurt.” Lestrade moaned painfully as he unfolded his chilled bones to stand.

Even so, Sajjadul did not enter the room. He slipped back into the shadows and pretended he did not hear the barely audible “Thanks…” whispered as Lestrade painfully made his way out of the room.

He silently followed Lestrade out of the warehouse, where Derrico had also broken protocol. Their sedan awaited them at the entrance.

A very grateful Lestrade climbed into its empty warmth and was taken home by Derrico while Sajjadul drove Lestrade’s car to be found in its parking spot when he awakened in the morning.

“I can’t tell…” Sajjadul sighed before their shift’s end. “Should we tell him?”

“I’m not…”

Neither Sajjadul nor Derrico reported the incident.

They realized Lestrade himself must have informed Mr. Holmes when each had received an unexpected increase in their pay and a month’s holiday in the nice warm Caribbean.   ------ Read on AO3

[piraticaltwit]

d.i chandler + brainstorming session / 3.02 ↳ where do you go to be in the dark in the daytime where everyone can see you but no one can see you?

[apocalypticwafflekitten]

I think you’re the person I follow who likes him so I wanted to make sure you saw these

Yessss!!!! Thats me! Hi!!! Thank you so so much for blessing my inbox with Sacha’s face! 💗 These pictures have me going feral and I’m so excited to watch The Wolf! I’ve seen gifs from the show and let me tell you, I am obsessed. Sacha looks so good as D.I.Honey and I adore the yellow rose robe look. It’s everything to me. I don’t have a way to watch The Wolf where I’m at but hopefully I’ll be available to me soon and I’ll be able to properly fawn over D.I. Honey.

But yeah! I’m super excited for The Wolf and thank you so so much for sending me pictures of Sacha!!!

[ailendolin]

Thanktival 2022 - Day 7 - Horrible Histories

Title: The Office Party [AO3]

Characters: Milton "D.I." Bones / Mike Peabody

Prompt: HHTV News Team

Summary: While decorating their Christmas tree, Mike and Milton take a trip down memory lane to the very beginning.

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The Office Party

“Remember our first Christmas together?”

Milton snorted. “You mean that office party two weeks into my new job where I made a fool of myself by wearing an ugly Christmas jumper while everyone was dressed formally? Yeah, I’d rather eat glass than remember that.”

Mike laughed as he passed him the Christmas lights. “I’ll have you know that I thought you looked very fetching with that cute little reindeer on your chest.”

“Not funny,” Milton grumbled, pointedly not looking at him.

“It’s a bit,” Mike said, unable to keep the fond smile off his face. “You did, though, you know? Look fetching that night.”

Milton heaved a heavy sigh and let his head hang. “I looked like a bumbling fool is what I did. I thought the bosses would fire me right then and there.”

There was a beat of silence as Mike took in the tension in his shoulders and the way Milton gnawed at his lip. He looked so utterly miserable that Mike gently reached up to cup his face. “But they didn’t.”

“I didn’t know that then,” Milton reminded him. He closed his eyes for a brief moment. “I just wanted to make a good impression, you know? To show everyone that it wasn’t a mistake to hire me.”

Mike allowed his thumb to stroke over Milton’s cheekbone. “I hoped you hadn’t heard the office talk back then.”

“Oh, I did,” Milton glowered. “I was very much aware of the fact they’d only hired me because their favourites pulled out last minute and they desperately needed someone to do the job. I also knew people were betting on when I’d leave, and that they were laughing behind my back every time I screwed up.”

“I’m sorry,” Mike said softly even though he knew it didn’t change anything. “For what it’s worth, I never participated in any of that. And neither did Sam or Bob.”

Milton heaved a heavy sigh and finally leaned into his touch. “I know. You were the only ones who actually talked to me, both at the office and at that blasted party. I thought it was pity at first.”

“Oh Mil,” Mike whispered. He let his hand fall from Milton’s face so he could interlace their fingers and gently pull him down from the ladder. Looking up into those eyes that he loved more dearly than any other, he pressed a lingering kiss to Milton’s lips. “It wasn’t pity at all. And I meant what I said: when I saw you in that Christmas jumper you took my breath away. I know you didn’t have the best time that evening but I? I fell a little bit in love with you that night.”

To his surprise, Milton huffed out a laugh. “I looked like a walking Christmas tree at a funeral, Mike.”

“You also looked like you wished the ground would open up and swallow you but that didn’t stop you from holding your head up high the whole time,” Mike said, giving his hand a squeeze. “I admired that about you. Still do.”

Shyly, Milton ducked his head. “I didn’t know that.”

“Then it was about time I told you,” Mike whispered before he leaned in for another kiss.

There was a beat of silence after he pulled back before Milton’s lips twitched up into a fond smile. “Sam teased you mercilessly, didn’t she?”

The noise Mike made was somewhere between a laugh and a groan. “You have no idea. She knew immediately that I was crushing on you and wouldn’t stop gossiping with Bob about it every time you went to get us more drinks. It was a nightmare. Bob actually started taking notes on our interactions that night. For the Bones-Peabody wedding report – his words, not mine. And I’m not kidding, Mil. I’ve actually seen them. They exist.”

He basked in the sound of Milton’s unabashed laughter. “So that’s why he was so eager to do a speech!”

“I can already hear him, Mil.” Mike cleared his voice, trying to imitate Bob. “And then they sat there at the party, awkwardly looking at each other – but not for long!”

Milton leaned his head down so his forehead was touching Mike’s shoulder, shaking with laughter. “We’re going to get the most accurate wedding speech of all time.”

“And probably the most embarrassing one too,” Mike said with a grin. He wrapped his arms around Milton to hold him close. “We’ve come such a long way from that moment, haven’t we?”

He felt Milton hum against his shoulder in agreement. “Five years … I can’t wait to see what the next five will bring.”

Mike closed his eyes, imagined their wedding, their honeymoon, maybe even adoption down the line, and smiled.

“Probably more grey hairs for me,” he joked.

Milton snorted.

“As if you care.” He pulled back to look up into Mike’s eyes. Smiling softly and a little dreamily, he brought up one hand to card his fingers through Mike’s hair as Mike knew he was fond of doing. “And neither do I.”

They stood like this a little while longer, lost in each other and the moment, before Milton finally found the strength to pull away. It took them another hour until the Christmas tree was sparkling in all the colours of the rainbow and the rest of the house was decorated as well, mistletoe very self-indulgently included. They shared a quick kiss under it before they let themselves fall onto the sofa. Exhausted but happy they glanced at each other.

“Elf?” Mike suggested at the same time as Milton said, “Night at the Museum?”

“That’s not a Christmas movie!” Mike protested with a laugh.

“You’re wrong and you know it,” Milton told him. Then his face softened. “But yeah, we can watch Elf.”

Mike grinned and put on the movie while Milton went to the kitchen to get them some of the cookies they’d made earlier.

They were halfway through the film when Mike turned to him, pointed at Buddy’s outfit on the screen and whispered with a grin, “Imagine you’d have worn that to the Christmas party.”

Wordlessly, Milton reached for the pillow behind him and hit him squarely in the face with it.

[pop-punklouis]

my thoughts about alice in borderland, the "games" is like a limbo, a place in between life and death. they have this 'visa' whenever they play and i think that those who d.ied or commited s.uicide inside the game are the people who literally died in the real world when the meteor hit the city. those who survived happened to live irl, surviving the meteor.

also, we were given three different explanation when arisu asked the queen of hearts and tbh, i like the first explanation first where she said that they're playing virtually in the future. i think it's more believable, as well as the second where she said that she's his psychiatrist bc his friends really died irl bc of car accident and arisu can't bear the guilt so he made up a scenario, and he happened to include usagi, too.

it was a roller coaster ride, and i was kinda (🤡) when i found out that the others were alive, too? like they were literally shot and stabbed inside the game? but i'm not compalining, haha.

so excited about the joker, too! what's your thoughts about it? sorry for rambling, english is not my main language and i hope you understand and share your thoughts, too!

have a nice day, hopeee! 💘

hi babe! thank you for talking to me about this!! (and to everyone who is rambling with me in my dms)

but i tend to agree. i like how the “country” could branch off into mental health range or being part of a collective limbo for those who survived. but i do wish it was more science fiction/futuristic dystopian explanation wise. the meteor felt like a cop out when laid out next to the other explanations the queen of hearts gave (which that entire episode could’ve been thirty minutes shorter it went on for TOO long rip). like what was the point of the advantageous, progressive plant species that ann ended up discovering was true?? i also have so many questions about the child who showed up in S2? we never see any other children in the entire game, and i know more than that child survived. so i would’ve liked to have seen more explanation and even discussion from the characters about that. there are many aspects of the narrative that seem to have holes in it or weren’t fleshed out enough for me to be satisfied with the ending explanation for the world 🧍🏼‍♀️ but with it being a manga/anime i cant criticize it too much. it’s one of the best adaptations i’ve seen of a manga/anime to live action.

i would’ve loved the explanation to lean more science fiction like the virtual reality ending that you said! or even the rich betting on these AI cyborgs that believe they’re actually human. the mental health one was fascinating and fit the story, but it also felt like a cop out that it was all happening in his mind yk? the other two felt so much cooler and like it existed within the same confines of the world that was built for the games.

although episode 7 is what GOT ending wishes it was, i was also screaming at like. aguni being shot in the head by the king of spades (who would never miss djdkdkdk) yet it only grazing his head, or akane being shot with a machine gun up her middle and still being able to crawl all the way out of the alley to be with aguni to cuddle or even the pipe bomb exploding and both aguni and arisu getting up after djdkdkd it was very manga in that regard which is fun but when translated to real life it was absurd 💀💀 i wish we got more depth to the characters in the end instead of blips of like chisiyah or kuina. and we didn’t get much of chisiyah’s background besides him being a doctor with the most anime look i’ve ever seen which was unfortunately so hot 😪 wish we got to see more of that.

BUT! i think my main complaint is that i wish the games this season were more psychological and strategic like last season. a lot of them were more physical this time. wish we got more games like the two chisiyah went through. those were the most engaging ones for me to watch yk 👁

and yeah the joker was an interesting ending. i like how it left it open to interpretation of that being a mass hallucination and not the true ending. like we, as well as the characters, were all tricked to believe it was over. OR it could mean that we were tricked into believing it was more than it was. which would be a tongue-in-cheek way to end it lmao but also i don’t think there’s going to be another season so it’s just what each person takes away from it which is cool in its own way!

hope you have a nice day too bb ✨👐🏼