#Food Inspector Coaching

[yuujispinkhair]

Hey Winter, babe, what are your thoughts in Dad! Sukuna? I can't stop wondering what type of dad he would be🥺

Aww hey babe 💗 I love Dad!Sukuna! It always makes me weak to think about him!! 💗💗

The first part of this post can be read for any version of Sukuna: King of Curses, Trueform, modern!Sukuna. The second part is specifically about modern CEO!Sukuna. My blog and some of the linked stories are 18+. Minors please don't interact.

Dad!Sukuna is this big, intimidating man who becomes so soft for his child. He is terrified the first time he holds his baby in his hands. It's so tiny, so fragile, so helpless. Sukuna isn't the type to make himself vulnerable, but he did so by allowing you in his heart and falling in love with you. And now you gave him a baby! You made something grow out of your shared love, and now he holds his baby, his and your baby, who has your eyes and his hair, and it makes him so scared.

Such a tiny, helpless little being, who is his responsibility, his to shelter and to protect in this big and dangerous world. This is the next level of vulnerability. Sukuna knows he will do anything to protect his child and his wife.

It gives Dad!Sukuna sleepless nights in the beginning. He gets up several times each night to sneak over to the small bed and sit next to it to make sure the little one is still breathing, and everything is alright. His large hand trembles when he caresses the soft hair on his child's tiny head.

This huge, strong man is so careful and gentle when he holds his baby in his arms. His eyes keep staring at it, disbelief in them because he still can't comprehend how this miracle happened. He never thought he would be the type to want kids, and now look at him!

Modern CEO Sukuna as a dad:

I love to imagine Sukuna as a girl dad. He is the type to raise a spoiled little brat-princess. Her wish is daddy's command. He buys her any toy she wants, and her closet is overflowing with the cutest clothes. The little princess wants to eat ice cream at eight in the morning? Ok, sure, daddy will drive to her favorite ice cream parlor with her. And if they tell him they are still closed at this time, Sukuna will convince them to open earlier just for his princess. Either with a generous amount of money or with threatening to send some food inspectors over to ruin the ice cream palor's reputation.

Sukuna is also the type of dad who is feared by every teacher because he is such an asshole at those teacher-parent meetings. He keeps calling the school and complaining and threatening them with consequences anytime his little princess has a bad grade or gets into any kind of trouble.

And he is just as bad at his daughter's sports events. Sukuna is ambitious and so proud of his little princess and super protective, so yeah, a lovely combination for any tournament ;) Catch him on the sidelines voicing his opinion to the coaches because he knows better, of course! And getting into fights with the referee, and snapping at the parents of the other kids when one of their children dares touch his princess.

Sukuna is a powerful man with endless riches, so he knows how to use his influence to make sure his little girl only gets the best.

Here are some of my other Dad!Sukuna drabbles/stories:

Dad!Sukuna when his little princess grows up and wants to date someone and get married

Dad!Sukuna vs future son in law Gojo

Trueform!Sukuna holding his newborn baby for the first time

Dilf!Sukuna

Sukuna + lactation kink

[astrojulia]

Tarot Cards as Professions

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Major Arcanas:

The Fool: Work with abroad, connections with imports, language teacher, multinationals, entrepreneur, intern, college student, art major.

The Magician: Entrepreneur, job that needs skill with the hands (acupuncture, hairdresser, artisan), actor, salesperson, influencer.

The High Priestess: Education, especially children, nutrition, psychology, cook, housewife, food engineering, toy factory, fortuneteller, spiritual advisor, librarian.

The Empress: Management, business administration, foreign trade, secretariat, translation, decoration, stay-at-home mom, model, cook, farmer.

The Emperor: Business administration, work related to areas of technological innovation, the military or sportsmen, CEO, tycoon.

The Hierophant: Philanthropic areas, ONGs, religious work, social work, diplomacy, and a degree, journalism, writer, editor, priest, spiritual guru, politician.

The Lovers: Sales area in any sector, tourism, theater, advertising, the arts in general, porn star, stripper, masseuse.

The Chariot: Activities related to transport, cars, the latest technology, chauffeur, mechanic, athlete.

Strength: Aesthetics, physical education and various body therapies, medicine, zoologist.

The Hermit: Teacher, writer, doctor, antique dealer, restorer, librarian, gardener.

Wheel of Fortune: Financial market, exchange offices, casinos, lottery houses, stock exchanges, and areas related to public relations, hospitality, game show host.

Justice: Public jobs, won through competitions, politics, police, with government positions, in the diplomatic area, law, insurance company worker.

The Hanged Man: Nurse, auditor, inspector, porter, secretariat, general assistants, yoga instructor, prison guard, philanthropist.

Death: Doctor, farmer, geologist, business administrator, gardener, accountant, assassin, death row executioner, surgeon.

Temperance: Working with liquids in general or with what is transported in liquid form such as alcoholic beverages, medicines, juices. chemist, chef, food critic, regional or even international traffic.

The Devil: Does not limit the individual to a professional wing, so he can also go to extremes for the desire he has, such as landlord, drug lord, sex trafficker.

The Tower: Social assistance, humanitarian aid, medicine, firefighter, police officer, construction worker.

The Star: Music, painting, sculpture, poetry, cinema, makeup artist, dressmaker, beautician, agent, promoter, sound artist, astronomer, harpist, dealer, meteorologist.

The Moon: Oceanographers, sailors, fishermen, owners of bars and restaurants or nightclubs, artists in general, medium, hypnotist, psychiatrist.

The Sun: Motivational speaker, entertainer, comedian, social relationships, work with the public, artist in general, member of society.

Judgment: Work done at home, connection with the law, lawyer, judge, work with disabled or people excluded from society, social assistance, board member, executive producer, director.

The World: Pharmacist, massage therapist, scientist, teacher, community leader, religious leader or priest, fashion designer, makeup artist, interior decorator.

Wands:

Creative industries such as advertising, marketing, and graphic design.

Entrepreneurship and starting your own business.

Athletics, sports coaching, or physical training.

Outdoor jobs like park ranger or tour guide.

Event planning or organizing.

Firefighters or rescue workers.

Ace of Wands: Entrepreneur, startup founder, motivational speaker, fitness coach, personal trainer.

Two of Wands: Business strategist, project manager, travel agent, international consultant, import/export specialist.

Three of Wands: Sales representative, marketing manager, e-commerce entrepreneur, market researcher, international trade coordinator.

Four of Wands: Event planner, wedding coordinator, party organizer, festival manager, hospitality industry professional.

Five of Wands: Conflict resolution specialist, mediator, lawyer, debate coach, competitive sports coach.

Six of Wands: Public relations manager, spokesperson, social media influencer, motivational speaker, winning athlete.

Seven of Wands: Defense attorney, human rights activist, political campaigner, advocate, civil liberties lawyer.

Eight of Wands: Courier, delivery driver, airline pilot, travel blogger, expedition guide.

Nine of Wands: Security guard, bodyguard, soldier, endurance athlete, self-defense instructor.

Ten of Wands: Overworked entrepreneur, project manager, event organizer, professional organizer, heavy equipment operator.

Page of Wands: Assistant in a creative field, aspiring artist, intern in a startup, social media coordinator, apprentice.

Knight of Wands: Travel journalist, adventure tour guide, professional athlete, race car driver, stunt performer.

Queen of Wands: CEO, business owner, charismatic leader, life coach, influential speaker.

King of Wands: Executive manager, entrepreneur, leadership coach, consultant, director of a creative agency.

Cups:

Counseling, therapy, or social work.

Hospitality industry, including restaurant management and bartending.

Wedding planner or event coordinator.

Artistic fields like poetry, writing, or acting.

Healing professions such as nursing or holistic therapy.

Psychologist or counselor specializing in emotions and relationships.

Ace of Cups: Therapist, counselor, social worker, holistic healer, emotional support specialist.

Two of Cups: Marriage counselor, matchmaker, relationship coach, wedding planner, love psychic.

Three of Cups: Event organizer, party planner, celebratory event coordinator, community organizer.

Four of Cups: Meditation teacher, mindfulness coach, spiritual counselor, psychologist, therapist.

Five of Cups: Grief counselor, trauma therapist, hospice worker, emotional healing practitioner, bereavement support.

Six of Cups: Child psychologist, teacher, daycare worker, children's book author, pediatric nurse.

Seven of Cups: Creative writer, fantasy novelist, imaginative artist, dream analyst, visionary.

Eight of Cups: Travel blogger, adventure seeker, spiritual pilgrim, explorer, wanderlust photographer.

Nine of Cups: Life coach, happiness consultant, gratitude coach, self-help author, wellness retreat organizer.

Ten of Cups: Family therapist, marriage and family counselor, foster care advocate, wedding planner, family mediator.

Page of Cups: Creative writer, artist in training, intuitive healer, aspiring therapist, dream interpreter.

Knight of Cups: Actor, romantic poet, musician, art therapist, love and relationship coach.

Queen of Cups: Psychic reader, intuitive healer, counselor, compassionate caregiver, therapist.

King of Cups: Therapist, counselor, intuitive mentor, emotional intelligence trainer, psychologist.

Swords:

Legal professions like lawyers, judges, or law enforcement officers.

Journalists, reporters, or investigators.

IT specialists, computer programmers, or hackers.

Teachers or professors specializing in critical thinking or philosophy.

Military or defense-related careers.

Strategic planners or analysts.

Ace of Swords: Lawyer, judge, legal consultant, investigative journalist, strategic planner.

Two of Swords: Mediator, conflict resolution specialist, negotiator, diplomat, relationship counselor.

Three of Swords: Divorce lawyer, grief counselor, trauma therapist, emotional healer, heart surgeon.

Four of Swords: Rest and relaxation specialist, meditation teacher, spiritual retreat organizer, yoga instructor.

Five of Swords: Military strategist, competitive sports coach, lawyer specializing in litigation, debate coach.

Six of Swords: Travel agent, relocation consultant, therapist specializing in transitions, boat captain.

Seven of Swords: Private investigator, spy, intelligence analyst, cybersecurity expert, undercover agent.

Eight of Swords: Social justice lawyer, human rights advocate, disability rights activist, therapist specializing in limiting beliefs.

Nine of Swords: Insomnia specialist, anxiety therapist, nightmare counselor, sleep coach, mental health counselor.

Ten of Swords: Surgeon, coroner, forensic scientist, mortician, grief counselor.

Page of Swords: Researcher, journalist, fact-checker, apprentice in a legal field, investigative reporter.

Knight of Swords: Military officer, police officer, attorney, competitive fencer, conflict resolution specialist.

Queen of Swords: Judge, lawyer, critic, journalist, literary agent.

King of Swords: Judge, attorney, CEO, strategist, military general.

Pentacles:

Financial advisors or investment bankers.

Real estate agents or property developers.

Agriculture, farming, or gardening.

Architects, builders, or construction workers.

Conservationists or environmentalists.

Accountants or bookkeepers.

Ace of Pentacles: Financial advisor, investment banker, wealth manager, entrepreneur, luxury goods retailer.

Two of Pentacles: Financial analyst, accountant, bookkeeper, event planner, stock trader.

Three of Pentacles: Architect, contractor, project manager, teamwork facilitator, craftsman.

Four of Pentacles: Wealth manager, investor, financial planner, asset protection specialist, treasurer.

Five of Pentacles: Social worker, philanthropist, charity organizer, financial counselor, volunteer.

Six of Pentacles: Philanthropist, humanitarian worker, non-profit manager, social worker, charitable fundraiser.

Seven of Pentacles: Gardener, farmer, agricultural consultant, sustainability expert, botanist.

Eight of Pentacles: Craftsperson, artisan, apprentice, skilled tradesperson, technical trainer.

Nine of Pentacles: Luxury brand manager, independent business owner, successful entrepreneur, vineyard owner, art collector.

Ten of Pentacles: Real estate developer, property investor, family business owner, generational wealth manager, financial advisor.

Page of Pentacles: Intern, student, apprentice in a practical field, aspiring entrepreneur, entry-level employee.

Knight of Pentacles: Accountant, financial planner, farmer, skilled tradesperson, meticulous worker.

Queen of Pentacles: CEO, business owner, property developer, hospitality industry entrepreneur, financial advisor.

King of Pentacles: CEO, business mogul, successful investor, high-level executive, financial consultant.

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[darlingshane]

Let it rip, Coach

Pairing: Michael Berzatto x F!Reader

Summary: Searching for a new sponsor for the soccer team you coach leads you to meet and quickly fall in love with Michael.

Content/Warnings: Friends to lovers, Fluff, Crack, Alcohol, Eating, Kissing.

Word Count: 3,2k

— You can read below or at AO3.

“Hey, Cousin!” Richie taps on the frame of Michael's office door. “There's a woman here to see you.”

“Oh? Is she a health inspector or something?” He swivels in his chair, putting a pen down on the desk.

“No. Though, if she’s looking to inspect something, I’d be the perfect specimen to study.”

“That hot?”

“Smokin’ hot. Total knockout. Banging body,” his track suited friend remarks frivolously. “But as usual, she didn't want to do anything with me, cause I'll never stand a chance against the great Mikey Bear.”

“Don't be so hard on yourself, Cousin. Girls love those baby blues. It's when you open your mouth what makes them run in the other direction,” Michael taunts. “What does she want? Did she ask for me specifically?”

“She didn’t mention your name exactly. She requested an audience with the proprietor of this fine establishment.”

“Wow, those are big words, Cousin.” Michael rises from his chair, adjusting the waistband of his jeans.

“Well, I'm a big guy… If you know what I mean.”

“Unfortunately, I do know what you mean.” Scoffing, Michael palms his friend's back and walks out of the office.

They both head out of the kitchen, and Richie points him to the table with the woman, you, who asked to talk to the owner of the sandwich joint.

As he rounds the counter, he counts four young girls sitting around the table with you, ready to dig into the food they just got served.

“Hi, I'm Michael, the owner of this place,” he gestures vaguely with one hand in the air. “What can I do for you, ladies?”

After introducing yourself and the four pre-teens that came with you, one of them being your niece, you explain to Michael that you're the coach of the girls' soccer team. The reason for your visit is that you’re searching for a new sponsor for the team after losing the one you had.

Michael listens closely as you add a little more information, telling him that grew up in this neighborhood, and thought of asking a few businesses of the North River area.

“I dunno, girls… I don't know the first thing about soccer,” he runs a palm over his beard and then pushes his hair back.

“That’s okay, you don't really need to. You'd only have to cover uniforms. Think about your name being on every jersey. And I promise to bring the whole team here after every game. Right girls?”

They all respond in unison positively with mouths full of food.

“See? They love your food already. Think about the publicity. The games are always packed, let me tell you. Women's leagues are booming right now.”

“I don’t doubt that. What's your team's name?”

“The comets,” one of the girls responds.

“That's a great name. Are you guys good?”

“The best,” your niece boasts.

They're actually pretty good. Most of them have been playing for a couple of years before you started coaching them, and the new additions are quickly catching up.

“Okay, let me think about it.”

Michael goes back into his office, crunches some numbers, and by the time you've finished your food he's made out his mind. He accepts your offer, and you exchange numbers to stay in contact.

Two days later, you return to the restaurant to finalize the details. You show him a handful of the designs the girls, and you came up with, and go over a list of print shops in the area to choose one that meets your needs. You type all the details in your phone and head up together to the shop.

It's surprising to see him so invested in just a few days. When you place the final order for the jerseys, he adds one more to the bulk in his size, so he can wear his own to support the team.

You text occasionally for updates, but in between you've found yourself texting back and forth casually talking about your day, the restaurant, your other job… Michael is easy to talk to and quite the charmer, you’ve realized. It has made you wonder at times if he’s hitting on you or not, especially face to face. He’s always flashing a smile, or an innocent wink when you leave, that utterly dismantles you in ways you never thought possible.

When the new jerseys arrive, you make sure Michael gets his. You deliver it personally to the restaurant one night after he’s closed shop.

Your new friendship is strangely familiar. Michael slips into your life as if he'd always belonged there. He has an open heart. A big, contagious laugh; and a sweet smile that could make what's left of the poles completely melt. He's easy on the eyes, too, regardless of what he says. Much as everyone else on the planet, he has his faults too and one of them is the self-deprecating jokes he makes about his appearance, which are completely unfounded. The sharp angles of his face might not be up to classic beauty standards, and that's what actually makes him stand out in the crowd.

You adore his passion about food and his business, and how much confidence oozes out of every pore of his body. It's really disarming. And despite the fact that he almost never shuts up, he's a great listener too when it’s your turn to share.

Quiet has settled after everyone has left the restaurant, all the lights are down except for the ones coming from the neon sign above the counter and the vending machine. He sits backwards on the chair across from yours and slides a beer along the table. You stay right there, swapping life stories, sap anecdotes, fun moments of your life, anything, and everything in between like two old friends hanging out.

A couple of hours go by like nothing, while the table collects empty bottles.

“Last one,” you pick up your third beer, hold it to your lips and take a long swig as the chef timidly nods at your statement.

“Can I ask you something?” his tone mellows from its usual volume.

“Shoot.”

“Would it be unprofessional to ask you out?”

“No, I don't think so,” the corners of your mouth curl up nervously as your nails try to remove the sticker on the glass of your beer. “We don't really work together.”

“That's right. Would you say yes if I asked you out, though?”

“Hm, maybe.”

“Don't give me — maybe. Yes or no only, sweetheart,” his head tilts to the side, trying to capture the truth behind your eyes in the faint neon lighting striking across your face.

“I guess I wouldn't mind if you did.”

“I guess — is not an answer either.”

You take a deep breath and let him hang for a second while you put a couple of thoughts together.

“Not everyone is as confident and decisive as you are, Berzatto. Some people need a little time to process things,” you pause to gather some insight. “And you already know that I like you and wouldn't be asking if I didn't. So yeah… If you asked, I'd say yes.”

“That's all I needed to hear,” a grin splits his face as he tilts his beer up to take a gulp.

“Sooo… are you going to ask me now?”

“Eh, not right now. I just needed to know,” he quips.

“Suit yourself, but don't wait too long,” you say casually, as if it didn’t care as much whether he asks you out or not. You do. And it’s a relief to find out that he likes you back and that he's open to pursue something more than a friendship. It's hard to click with people that fast, but with Michael, it has felt too easy. They say you find love in the most unexpected places. You definitely weren’t looking for it when you came into his joint just a few weeks ago, and now it’s hard to imagine your life without him.

When you pull your phone out of your pocket to look at the time, it's way later than you thought.

Michael walks you to the L, and before the train arrives, he asks you right on the platform if you'd like to have dinner with him sometime.

Obviously, you say yes.

As the train slips into the station, you lean in and kiss his cheek goodnight, letting your lips meet the edge of his beard. His mouth takes the form of a pleased grin, and as you step inside the car, he tucks his hands in his pockets and watches you occupy a seat by the window. You stare at him for a long moment behind the glass as the doors slide close until the train is set in motion.

Texting the next day, you set up your date for the following week on a day you’re both free.

Before that day comes, you have also a very important event on your schedule that is the first game of the season.

Though the chef initially wasn’t going to come, Michael decides to surprise you by showing up on that day.

“Hey, Coach,” you hear his lively voice from behind while the girls warm up on the field.

You turn your head to see him wearing his jersey, and a blue baseball cap set backwards that shows his hair sticking out behind his ears. It’s impossible to stop the corners of your mouth from pointing out automatically as he walks up to you.

“Hey, Chef. Didn't know you were coming.”

“Yeah, it was last minute. You made it sound so good, I wanted to see you in action.”

“What about the shop?”

“Left Richie in charge for a couple of hours.”

“Are you sure that was a good idea?”

He balances his head from side to side, “as long as he doesn't burn it, I think it'll be fine.”

“Well, I'm glad you came. You should take a seat before it's too late,” you gesture at the bleachers, almost packed.

“Yeah, I’ll leave you to it. Let it rip, Coach,” he winks at you, and takes a seat in one of the middle rows on the bleachers.

You still have a dopey smile plastered on your face when the game starts. On occasion, you glance over your shoulder to see him cheer and root for the girls when they have the ball. His enthusiasm, and voice, increases during the second half when the team dominates the game, earning their first victory of the season.

As promised, you take the whole team to The Beef for a celebratory meal afterward.

During Michael's absence, Richie has set up a few tables together to fit the full team, and while they eat their food you park your butt on a stool at the counter, so you can chat with Michael.

“I need to run something by you,” he's on the other side of the counter, propped on his forearms.

“What?”

“It's about our date. I was thinking that I could make you dinner instead of going to a restaurant.”

“Here?”

“No, we already spent too much time here. I thought maybe you could come over to my place, or I could go to yours and just… chill.”

“Chill, huh?” you lift a french fry from your plate and take a bite.

“Yeah, but not like that,” he bashfully scratches his neck. “It’d be just dinner with no strings or expectations. Maybe it’s unusual for a first date, but just wanna spend a nice time alone with you and cook something you’d love. Have a couple of ideas that you’d… but if you wanna do something else…”

You stare at him while he rambles. It's refreshing to see him nervous for once.

“What do you say, sweetheart?”

“What if I had some expectations other than dinner?” you playfully raise an eyebrow.

“I guess I wouldn't be opposed to that.”

“You guess? That's not an answer,” you echo back his own words from when you gave him a similar response.

He presses his teeth on his bottom lip for a beat, “no, I wouldn't mind if you wanted to take it farther.”

“Which it's what you wanted all along,” you tease.

“Get your mind out of the gutter, Coach. My intentions are just making you dinner. That's it. Anything that happens after, it's really up to you.”

“Say, Richie,” you call for his friend's attention as he comes out of the kitchen. “What would you think if a guy invited you for dinner at his house on a first date?”

“I’d say he’d only be interested in wetting his whistle. Why? Are you going on a date with this puto?” Richie claps Michael’s shoulder.

“Uh-huh.”

“Wow, you must be special. He hardly ever invites anyone to his place. Last time he did, it was-”

“Shut up, Cousin,” Michael cuts him off, annoyed by the fact that's actually true. It's been a long time since he's wanted to actually bring someone home that felt right.

“Like I said, I never stood a chance against Mikey Berzzato,” Richie nods at you and circles outside the counter to check on the tables.

“Aww, am I that special?” you wonder once Richie is out of hearing range.

His gaze falls to look at his hands, as he tentatively extends one to caress your fingertips with his,“I think you are really, really special.”

You stare at those fingers, brushing softly the inside of your hand, making your stomach flutter.

“Did it bother you that I involved Richie in this?”

“No, sweetheart. It didn't. Well… Maybe a little.”

“I'm sorry.”

“Don't be. It's just… I love Richie, but he knows a lot of stuff about me that could change your opinion about me, and I don't want you to get the wrong impression, you know?”

“Michael, I already got a pretty good impression of you. Especially after showing up like you did today. There's nothing he can say that would ruin that.”

He lets out a small snort, “give him time.”

“You know what? I'd love to have dinner at your place.”

“Yeah?”

“Sure.”

You don't have many rules when it comes to dating. Common sense and your gut are what guide you most of the time. When something feels muddy, you back up immediately. And when something feels good, nothing can stop you from pursuing that, you're off to the races. The latter hasn't happened that often, admittedly. Hopefully, this is one of those times.

In the short time you've known Michael, you've only gotten a deep sense of longing for him, growing eager every passing day. It's hard to ignore it anymore.

Following that desire, you dress up, do your hair, put some makeup on, and take the train to Michael's apartment with no hesitation. There is some natural anxiousness rumbling in your stomach, of course, but that doesn’t stop you from chasing that thrill.

When you knock on his door, Michael welcomes you with the most beautiful smile you've ever seen, splitting his freshly-groomed beard. He’s out of his usual work clothes and has chosen a casual outfit that consists of a dress black shirt, half unbuttoned, and a pair of jeans.

“Shall we?” he offers his hand, inviting you in. You take it and let him walk you inside.

As he closes the door, you take off your jacket, scanning every detail of the modest apartment. The lights are dimmed, and he's set up the dining table with two lit candles in red-tinted glasses, and a small centerpiece of flowers. There's light music playing on his phone that's hooked to a speaker system next to the TV. The delicious smell of the food incites your appetite as he moves your chair back, like a gentleman, so you can sit.

“Fancy,” you hum as you take your seat.

“Glad you like it, sweetheart.”

He then leaves for a moment to collect the food from the kitchen and returns with two plates filled with paella. As appetizing as it looks, it tastes vastly better. He really has absorbed a lot of information about you during those casual hang-outs. Not only knows how to please your stomach with Mediterranean food, but you're also granted the best conversationalist, as usual, he's a downright delight to be around.

For dessert, he keeps outdoing himself by bringing out a homemade tiramisu he made earlier. He serves one big serving on a plate, and lays it down in the middle of the table to share with you.

“Do you like it?”

“Hm, this is the best thing I've ever had in my mouth. You'll have to teach me how to make it someday,” you request, picking another spoonful. “Would you?”

“Sure.”

“I'm torn,” you say, enjoying the delectable alcohol-soaked bottom layer on your tongue.

“How so?”

“Because – I really want to kiss you right now for making all this, but I don’t think your mouth can’t top this.”

“You’ll have to try me,” he snorts, scooping his way through the other half of the tiramisu.

“Hm, we’ll see,” you grin. “You really outdid yourself here, Chef. You shouldn't have made something so delicious.”

“I'll take it down a notch next time.”

When dessert is over, you make a quick trip to the bathroom to empty your bladder while he puts the dishes away to wash later.

He has sat down on the couch when you come out, and you stop for a beat in the middle of the hallway before deciding to sit sideways right on his lap.

“Excuse me, Sir. Is this seat taken?” you ask right after plopping your ass on his thighs.

“It is, now,” scoffing, he links an arm around your waist. “Is it comfortable, ma'am?”

“Best seat in the house,” you can’t fight the smile taking over your lips.

“You're really something else, sweetheart,” he hushes oh so softly, as his free palm lands on your denim-clad leg.

“So are you,” your head leans forward, touching his forehead.

Biting your bottom lip, eyes locked, you both go silent for a long moment while you get used to feeling his hands on you, and vice versa. His thumb absentmindedly draws circles on your leg while you play with the hair of his beautiful beard.

“I think I wanna make out now,” you whisper.

“Yeah. Yeah, me too.”

Drawing a breath, he brings one hand to frame your jaw, letting a thumb swipe across your lip slowly. Then, his tongue juts out to wet his lips, his face leans an inch closer to capture your mouth. Your stomach flutters and your skin buzzes at the firm grip of his hand on your hip while you taste the waters without fully diving into the deep end. You let your mouths bounce together and get used to that little intimacy you’ve just created with him. When you’re ready to fully dip further, he opens his mouth wider, and so do you, and before you realize it, you're devouring each other's faces. Firmly but sweetly, your tongues play together with ease as the tight seal of your lips shuts every change for air to escape or intrude. You close your eyes and free yourself of any thought, so you can enjoy this right here, right now, with him.

[thelastharbinger]

Tidbits of ATSV That I Enjoyed (Or Alternatively: Just Miles Being The Most Endearing Spidey Ever)

Miles patting The Spot's head after successfully webbing him (I don't see this as condescending, but rather him still engaging with the humanity of a villain like Spot) and ~very assertively~ telling/asking him not to escape.

"I'm like Robin Hood-if he gave to himself."

Miles' spidey senses going off when he arrives late to his dad's party because there's nothing more frightening than Brown parents when they're mad at you. Beware the chancla or correa!

O.k. So we all know there are different versions of the movie out there. You may already know that one of the slight differences is when Miles goes to save Inspector Singh. There's a version where you can hear Gwen's voice in the distant background yelling no! when she thinks Miles gets crushed under the rubble, and there's another where she's silent as she webs to him. Now, I have found ANOTHER version (online) where her shouting is even more at the forefront. She's practically screaming and sounds more desperate, (prolly because it's close to the same way her Peter Parker died so she's reliving trauma) and the fear in her voice is palpable. That one haunts me.

Jefferson trying to equate studying for his police exams to childbirth, which Rio quickly nips in the bud.

Ganke having a soccer poster of Son Heung Min, a famous Korean footballer who currently plays for the Premier League Tottenham Hotspur and is captain of the South Korean national team.

Miles having a Sashimi (his universe's version of Supreme, but I just like the idea that Miles loves eating sashimi. Like I know that kid has good taste in food) poster in his bedroom.

The fact that Miles kept in touch with Aunt May for long enough after the events of ITSV that he helps her move.

The Spot saying he was one of the more handsome scientists at Alchemax according to his colleagues.

Miles and Gwen having the same collectible toys, the only difference being that he keeps his in the box and she doesn't.

"Hey, don't try to wow me with big words, man," *in deep manly voice* "I do crosswords every day"- Miles after Spot points out Alchemax as "the crucible of our connection!"

Miles going, "This job is so dumb sometimes" after he tries to web Spot at the deli, but it goes through a hole and lands on his face.

"Nahhh, he seems more Dominican to me." Kinda want Miles to meet a native Dominican Spidey because that dynamic would highkey fuck hard *pun not intended*. They would repair relations between our two islands-PR&DR.

"Almost there Mami *smiley face* *cowboy* prayer hands*"

The college admissions coach at Visions Academy straight up saying, "That's your story! Now, just stick to the script..." Ma'am what???

"Calmate Mami, eso no es my fault."

"I've hit a lot of different villains with a lot of different food...I'm just trying to lighten the mood."

Miles in his angsty teen era and smart-mouthing everyone around him. Love that for him.

"He almost killed his mom as a baby, I mean, look at those shoulders." No but for real tho. Those shoulders are as wide as a truck. Kim Seokjin who??? (if you understood that reference, ily).

Miles writing a love letter to his dad in 2 cakes.

Gwen at the water tower chowing and saying how feelings make her hungry after her and Miles talked about how they can't be together cause it would end in tragedy. Like Gwen, come again?!

Also, Miles' and Gwen's talk at the Williamsburg Bank Building being lowkey the catalyst for the 2nd/3rd acts of the film. Without them both kind of silently admitting their feelings for each other, Miles probably wouldn't have chased after her the way he did. Pretty sure you know the rest.

"I bet she doesn't even speak Spanish," and Jeff going "Que barbaridad" in his very broken Spanish. Queue Rio's bombastic side eye.

Both Gwen and Miles referring to Spot as a Villain Of The Week, even though neither of them have spoken about Spot to each other.

"I was bitten by a-wouldnt you like to know? Know what I mean?" SIR. Chill. This movie is for children.

The Spot inverting himself, going from a white mass with black spots to a gaping black hole with smaller white spirals. It's giving Junji Ito.

The irony of Pavitr exclaiming, "Well that was another easy adventure for Spider-Man!" right before an incoming canon event. HIS. He was about to experience his first big loss, and his happy-go-lucky nature would've been challenged.

Miguel saying conyo! when all the Spideys start pointing at each other.

"!Cállate!" "Nosy!" Sidebar: we don't talk about Gwen's banter with bad guys enough. She's so funny!

A lot of the Peters saying hi to Gwen as she passes HQ because she is canonically the one lost love--the love interest they all would've ended up with had she not died, so they all have an affection for her.

Web-Slinger going "Giddy up!" Cause he's swinging up.

Miles offering his fresh new takes on how to deal with the Spot upon meeting Miguel, saying "He just wants to be taken seriously. Like we all do." MILES YOU BEAUTIFUL, COMPASSIONATE GOLDEN SUNFLOWER BOY I LOVE YOUUUUU.

Hobie referring to Peter B. as Humbling Reality Spider-Man, which considering how steeped in tragedy the Spidey lore is, is really saying something.

Miguel's nonono no puedo más no puedo más. His misery is very funny and delightful to me. Little bitch ass.

"You know you're the only Spider-Man who isn't funny." Yes! More Miguel slander in the next one, please! Little bitch ass.

"Snitch!"

Miles shouting out Peter's name for help whilst Miguel pins and lays into him the fact that he's an anomaly. This after he momentarily glitches back to his ITSV store-bought suit. Mimicking the way-in also the first movie-Miles shouting out Peter's name for his own rescue as Doc Ock attacks him at the research facility. Because even though he feels hurt by Peter at this point, that's still his dad mentor and he still instinctively looks to him for protection. Rip my heart out why don't you!

Gwen sneaking back into her and her dad's place just to get that printed polaroid of her and Miles, a pic she already has on her phone.

Earth-42 Miles wearing Nike while our Miles wears Jordans.

[kiaroscuro]

Warnings: descriptions of violence, major character death

Rating: Mature

Main Pairing: Ren Amamiya / Arsene

Main Tags: post-canon, zombie au, angst, hurt / comfort, road trips

Warning: the end!

· · ─────── =^.^= ─────── · ·

Three days later finds Ren laying on his back in the observatory on the highest floor of the Sunshine 60 skyscraper, enjoying both the view and the little green the artificial grass provided. Arsene is sitting next to him, clad in more comfortable-looking clothes than his battle gear, paging through a booklet one of Futaba's lackeys had given them. Mitsuhiko, or something. After a whirlwind of a first day, being over-run by much more people he knew than expected -- along with his remaining thieves, some of his confidantes had made it to the Sunshine City: Takemi, Iwai and Kaoru, Yoshida and Lala-san. And Sojiro, thankfully, who'd also given Ren a bear hug once they met.

(If he was crying, then no-one but the two of them needed to know.)

Apparently Sae and Hifumi were holed up in another community with a handful of acquaintances that Futaba's made, their group having split apart or been forced to. The Sunshine City has established something of a working electrical grid with solar panels and a handful of workers and engineers who knew their way around, aided by a few shadows. The rooftops and most of the space between the buildings has been converted into gardens, some floors had been turned into pens for chickens and other poultry, and even an in-door aquarium has become a breeding ground for schools of fish. There were dedicated people who maintained them to provide food. It was quite the contrast to Ren's usual hunter-gatherer approach, but he couldn't exactly go hunting for fowl in the city, so he supposed it made sense.

Keeping everyone and everything in order was no easy task, though, considering that the settlement had something close to six hundred people of all shapes and sizes -- an incredible number. Apparently Sojiro had been shoehorned into a position of power in the beginning, up until Toshiro Kasukabe and Erina -- Eri Natsuhara -- arrived with members of the actual Tokyo MPD, who quickly created order amongst Futaba's well-intended chaos gremlin survival mode Sunshine City's had going. His thieves had been able to wrangle order into the first month of the apocalypse, and Inspector Megure of the MPD seemed to mostly defer to the thieves' expertise when it came to the shadow-related part of the settlement. Futaba had ended up working with the local engineers who'd barricaded themselves in, found once they arrived, setting up the power grid while the other Thieves had continued to fan out and support nearby settlements.

(Interesting for Ren was the settlement Sae Niijima was stuck in, all the way in Ekoda with quite a few other familiar faces, and Sunshine City and Ekoda's main settlement were officially allied, Makoto and Yusuke commuting between the two with resources every month or so.)

Ren's already met the (self-)appointed leaders of the settlement: next to Juzo Megure, Ninzaburo Shiroatori and Miwako Sato from the police had stepped up. Asahise Kato along with Takemi as the medical representative, Riko Fujimoto, Haru and Kuki-Hime as representatives of the workers. Toranosuke Yoshida and Toshiro Kasukabe were chosen for the politicians, with Erina, Junpei Iori, Yatagarasu and Futaba as the voices of the regular people, human and shadow alike. Sojiro, to Ren's amusement, bowed out of a leadership role the second other people became available, though he apparently sometimes crashes into the meetings to support the workers.  

Out of those people Junpei Iori stands out as another persona user, of Hermes Trismegistus, who is a baseball coach for a little league and who, more importantly, managed to set up Futaba with his navigator friend Yamagishi, all the way in Tatsumi Port Island in the north. The two navigators could talk with some difficulty over a relay channel, and Yamagishi was their only intel on what was going on in the northern part of the country, though some of the other emergent persona users inside Tokyo were navigators as well, all of them in some form of contact. They had no idea about the south, until Ren started to relay what he could about the land and the people, and going over a map revealed that the influence of nature on -everything sunk exponentially the closer one was to Tokyo. They didn't know if this meant that Tokyo was the epicenter or not, but it was good to know.

More importantly: Juzo Megure was Zenkichi's contact in the city, and the older inspector had hugged Ren once he'd heard that Zenkichi was doing well. Which also lead them to today's agenda:

With a sigh, Ren stood up from his resting place, brushing over his lighting scar, the skin feeling numb from whatever salve Takemi made him apply. It was supposed to soften down the harsh edges, smooth out the pattern. "Are you ready, pigeon?" Ren asks, Arsene falling into line next to him. Hm? He asks, even while they make their way down from the observatory to the communications office a few floors below. Pongo greets them, the dalmatian-shaped shadow one of the heads behind the noise-based morse communication before he let Futaba take over, many other dog-shaped shadows acting as relay and messengers akin to the angels of the Choir.

Fitted to their electrical grid is Arsene's little handheld radio, merrily blinking away. They'd long lost the frequency this far away from the Bay, though Necronomicon had promised that it'd try and boost the signal, so here they were; later Megure, Shiratori and Futaba would join them, but for now Arsene was trying to fine-tune the thing. Pongo stayed next to them, head tilted in interest, and Ren really had to keep himself in check before he did something as disrespectful as pet the shadow's head. Or boop the shadow's nose. Pongo eyes him, expression deadpan.

"You would not be the first to simply touch me," he says. "I look enough like a common dog that it keeps happening."

"I'm sorry," Ren flushes. Pongo tilts his head, but his tail's wagging, so Ren seems forgiven. The others arrive shortly after, crowding around Arsene while he turns the dial to reach get rid of the noise. They start talking, and then Ayumi Yoshida enters the room with furrowed brows.

"Ai-chan's sent a message from Ekoda--" she says, and suddenly everyone's attention is on her, even Arsene's. "Yusuke-kun's requested to go back because they've been getting more fire-affinity infected again, and Naoto-kun's uncertain if they'll manage on their own. Ai-chan also says that Professor Agasa wants to send over some prototypes for the reworked stunners."

(No relation to his Sun, despite their shared surname.)

"...stunners?" Ren asks, interested, shelving everything else for later.

Ayumi-san nods; she's only a few years younger than him, two or three, maybe. "Yeah. Amamiya-kun, was it? Professor Agasa and Ai-chan are working on weapons that are effective against the infected shadows specifically -- he's designed a watch that's able to dispense narcolepsy-inducing needles, and the design's started to be updated over the past few months." She shows her own watch, a rather bulky thing. "They saved our lives in the past, so the professor started refining them once everything calmed down some. Now they work more like short-term stunners. " She smiles, grimly. "Shooting at a mutated with a dart doesn't alert other nearby ones, so it's objectively safer. The watch is one of a handful of power-enhancing accessories of his."

Ren stares, but it is Arsene that speaks up next, voice reluctant, hand dragging over the casing of the handheld radio. "...if the settlement in Ekoda has any shadows with access to attacks such a Dream Needle --" He flexes his own wings, ready to continue, when the radio static clears:

>>Hello?<<

Everyone falls silent, even Ayumi-san crowding into the room and closing the door, eyes fixed on the radio like a hungry cat. Arsene turns back to it with a frown. I accidentally turned the dial, this shouldn't be the Tsu frequency, he murmurs. Ren shrugs. The voice is still overlaid by static, but it could be Cassandra. "This is Ren and Arsene; we've arrived safely in Tokyo, and I've made contact with Inspector Megure."

>>Tokyo--!<< The voice balks. It falls silent for a moment, before continuing. >>...this is Richard Atkins of the OH:MU cross-communication and surveillance channel. We are a joint UN-NATO operation intent on helping the people of Japan. Do you copy? I repeat: the world is here to help you, Japan. We are here, do you copy?<<

First <<

[indecentpause]

Find the Word Tag

@winterandwords tagged me to find eat, lost, wait, and stress! thank!

from The Most Beautiful Puzzle:

eat:

The next morning when you wake up, the power is still out. Shit. Hopefully your food will be okay. At least there’s no meat. The dairy is probably going to be pretty iffy, though, and your ice cream is definitely going to be melted. You peek in the freezer. It’s barely chilled. But you take out your cookies and creme ice cream anyway and decide to have ice cream soup for breakfast. You drink it straight from the container. No point in dirtying a perfectly good bowl and spoon, especially since Josselin isn’t going to eat any of it.

lost:

A promising application in which you edit a paper to apply for a job as a student tutor at the community college not too far away comes across your screen, and you easily get so lost in it, you lose track of your laptop battery and it shuts off halfway through. You curse under your breath, but don’t have time to think about it too long, because your noon alarm goes off to remind you to take your meds. After you pop them and head back into the living room, you call out, “Josselin, take your meds!” He doesn’t reply. You frown. Slowly and quietly, you approach his bedroom door, and knock softly. No answer. The door is cracked, so you peek in. “Josselin? Meds?” No response, not even the expected grumping. You push the door open. He’s gone.

wait:

“Follow up with Britney,” Josselin continues. “She knows at least one person who sells cocaine and she can point him out in a picture. Last year’s football team. They might have a lead. They have to have gotten it somewhere.” “We’re looking into the current football team and digging up all the coaches. Their names aren’t hard to find, but a lot of the people we’re looking for don’t have a history. I have someone looking up addresses. I should speak with her now, actually–” “Britney first,” Josselin insists. “The poor kid is traumatized. Get what you need to get and either arrest her or send her home, but don’t leave her here waiting.” The Inspector rolls his eyes, but he says, “All right.”

stress:

“Backup should be there any minute,” Josselin continues. “If not already. But Dona wanted to warn us in case he got away and came back.” “So, we’re staying at his house, until…?” “Until it’s safe to go back. Restraining orders take much longer than they should, considering how important they are. But maybe the upside is that this will move it along faster.” You groan, soft and tired, and the GPS tells you to take the next exit. You don’t know how long it takes to get to the Inspector’s condo. It could take moments, it could take days. The stress and exhaustion have burrowed so deep into your brain that everything else blurs together.

tagging @rydykg @witchesintheskye @drippingmoon @oh-no-another-idea to find the words relief, relax, calm, and chill.

[unhingedwomandiaries]

Last night, I had a dream that perfectly encapsulated the absurdity of my subconscious. It started, as all good nightmares do, with me stepping out of a hotel window. Because apparently, in my dreams, I'm too good for doors.

I landed at an Olympic-sized swimming pool, which was a relief. Usually when I exit buildings through windows in my dreams, I end up in a Walmart parking lot or my third-grade classroom. But no, this time I was greeted by the chlorine-scented embrace of competitive swimming.

And who should be there to coach me but Rhett and Link from Good Mythical Morning. Because when you're dreaming about athletic prowess, why not have two internet celebrities whose main claim to fame is eating bizarre food combinations?

I did a high dive that would have made my high school dance teacher proud, if she hadn't been too busy yelling at me for not losing weight for the third time that week. Then I climbed back up, feeling like I had just scaled Everest, if Everest were made of slippery pool tiles and shattered adolescent dreams.

They told me to break for dinner and hang up my swimsuit. And not just any swimsuit - a grey one-piece covered in Oreo print. Because nothing says "Olympic athlete" quite like being a human billboard for sandwich cookies. I imagine this is what Michael Phelps would wear if he ever decided to rebrand as the spokesperson for midnight snacks.

The dream then decided to hit the reset button, presumably because my subconscious felt the first round wasn't quite ridiculous enough. I found myself back at the hotel, trying to get to the pool. I encountered a man who looked like Inspector Gadget in the elevator. In real life, I would have been thrilled - finally, a chance to ask someone if they've ever considered how impractical it would be to have helicopter blades come out of your hat. But in the dream, I was terrified. I yelled at the elevator to go faster, as if it might respond, "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't realize you were in a hurry. Let me just break the laws of physics for you."

I grabbed my Oreo swimsuit and then, for reasons known only to the twisted labyrinth of my sleeping mind, decided to find an alternate route to the pool. This led me through someone's BBQ party - I hope dream-me at least grabbed a hamburger - and past someone complaining about the cost of Diet Coke. £81.80 for a Diet Coke? Even in my dreams, I can't escape the horror of overpriced concessions.

Somehow, I ended up walking up a water slide, defying both gravity and common sense. Link appeared again, asking what took me so long. I wanted to explain about the BBQ and the Diet Coke crisis, but dream-me just stood there, probably looking like a deer caught in the headlights of a car shaped like a giant Oreo.

The dream ended with me crouching in a neighborhood, hiding from someone mowing their lawn. Because apparently, even in my dreams, I have the social skills of a particularly anxious hermit crab.

I woke up feeling like I had just lived through a rejected script for a surrealist comedy. With dreams like these, who needs Netflix?

[anthonysstupiddailyblog]

Anthony's Stupid Daily Blog (528): Sun 27th Aug 2023

ALL IN! (Clap Clap) ALL IN! (Clap Clap). Up early to get the coach down to London to attend the largest paid wrestling event ever put on: AEW’s All In. To be fair this did not feel like a seven and a half hour journey, it absolutely fucking flew by. I was sat on my own for the entire journey and I just read a few chapters of my book every hour & listened to music in between. There was a bit of an incident when we stopped at Leeds for a lunch break. Once we got back onto the coach another coach from the company that organized mine turned up and they decided they were going to put the people who were due to travel on my coach onto the other one so it wouldn't be cramped. However there was a big crowd of the new people waiting to have their tickets checked to get onto the new bus. The ticket inspector asked everyone to form a queue so that he could check them off one by one. The inspector turned to a girl who was closest to him to indicate that the queue was to start behind her and everyone obliged and started forming a queue behind this girl. Well almost everyone. There were these two guys who tried to pester the ticket inspector into checking them off first because they felt they were at the front of the queue. But the problem is you can't be first in the queue before the queue is formed so the ticket inspector told them they were not first and would need to go to the back of the line. The two men started talking over him so he placed his finger over his lips and shushed them. One of the men aggressively told the inspector not to shush him so the inspector waved them off and turned his back on them, resuming his attempts to get the people willing to queue boarded. I was really impressed he managed to stay so calm for the the entire thing as I would have been shaking like maraca. Once I arrived in London I didn't have time to check my shit into the hostel so I just started boarding the underground trains towards Wembley Stadium. Because my phone is a cunt it wouldn't let me load my tickets from Ticketmaster without Wifi so I had to pop into a local Taco Bell and order some food in order to use the WiFi, luckily the food was delicious. After securing my ticket I headed into the stadium and was blown away by how fucking packed it was. It made WrestleMania look like my list of matches on Tinder, bravo AEW. I always make sure I get an aisle seat so I'm not constantly pestering people to get up so I can go to the toilet but the problem with this is you're constantly being pestered by people to get up so THEY can use the toilet. This was a fucking tremendous show. 20 years ago when I was hearing about these two talented new indie guys named CM Punk and Samoa Joe having awesome matches on the indie circuit I never could have imagined that they'd go on to face each other at fucking Wembley. The Stadium Stampede match…doesn't work in a filled stadium, I'm sorry but it doesn't. The whole draw of it is that you can have the participants fuck off to different parts of the stadium and when two guys are fighting backstage that means the cameras can focus on them and the wrestlers in other parts of the stadium can take it easy. Problem is now the people in the stadium can see the wrestlers who aren't the main focus taking it easy and it just felt like a bit of a plunder. Getting to see Sting wrestle live felt like a childhood dream come true and he actually pulled his weight in this match but thankfully didn't do any crazy dives. Getting to sing along with 81034 other fans as Jericho and Fozzy performed Judas live was really good and the MJF vs Adam Cole match was just phenomenal and I can't wait to see how this feud carries on. All things considered AEW All In was a rousing success and afterwards Tony announced that they would be back the same time next year which I can not fucking wait for!

[cgichandigarh]

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[instituteofholisticnutrition]

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[thaisibir]

Saki's childhood headcanons

-Saki's mother is a food inspector who has a habit of resting a hand on her hip and leaning in with hands behind her back to scrutinize any flaws in the restaurant she's inspecting. Sometimes accompanying her mother on such checkups, Saki inevitably picked up that habit. She found a secret glee in occasions when her mother would deem a restaurant unfit to operate and give the manager an ear-blistering lecture on the public health and safety violations. The way Saki bluntly speaks her mind is another thing she picked up from her mother.

-Saki's father is a high school PE coach. She often wrestles with the nagging feeling that her father is disappointed in her for being a sickly child unable to participate in sports, or that he wished he had a boy instead. He, on the other hand, is well aware of her doubts and always goes the extra mile to show his unconditional love for her. His nickname for her is Sunshine, because he thinks of her as the brightest ray of sunlight in his life.

-When Saki started junior high, she caught a boy peeping in on her in the girls locker room. She chucked her shoe straight into his face and walked away scot-free while the boy got detention on top of his shoe-stamped face. The next day, she got an offer from upperclassmen to try out for the girls softball team (which immensely flattered her but she had to decline due to her health issues). Since then she has assumed the worst in boys until proven otherwise.

-She's popular with the boys but never reciprocates their infatuation. When she got the inevitable gift of candy boxes and flowers on Valentine's Day, she'd lie about having allergies. Her father would make after-school sports practice extra long and hard, in attempt to divert the boys' attention from her for as long as possible (which she greatly appreciated).

-She was born several weeks premature with a congenital heart disease. She needed to stay in NICU and have the defects in her heart surgically repaired. Even as a tiny frail baby, she charmed the doctors and nurses with her energetic and tenacious spirit. She pulled through despite the odds, and while she definitely doesn't remember anything about her birth, her parents like to encourage her with that success story whenever she felt down in the dumps.

-Her favorite books are shojo manga while she hates chronic illness sob stories with a burning passion. She hates how the latter subgenre is filled with sappy, melodramatic and unrealistic trash. She'd much rather read about magical girls who were fighting evil by moonlight and winning love by daylight.

-Since starting junior high she's been active in her school's gardening club. She talks to the plants while she waters and trims them, mostly complaining about boys and having too much homework. Sometimes she wished the plants could talk back.

-Saki shamelessly has several female celebrity crushes and keeps posters of them hanging in her bedroom. Hot actors that other girls would fawn over did absolutely nothing for her.

-Makeup and fashion were things she took interest in and picked up from an early age. She hated looking sick as much as talking about it, so she taught herself from magazines and videos how to put a little glam in her appearance. At first her parents were wary of her new hobby, worried that it'd encourage her to become shallow and vain, but she did it in moderation and her mature perspective on the matter made them support and encourage her instead. They concluded that with her condition, she deserved to do whatever boosted her spirits and self-worth. Her mother would often help Saki do her hair, or they'd go on shopping trips together to try on and buy new clothes.

-Saki has northern European descent through her mother's side, with extended family and distant relatives from Norway, Sweden, and Iceland. A genetic test traced the family's roots back to Viking ancestors. Saki had also learned that those genes were responsible for the disease she inherited, so she never cared much for that part of her identity. The most she'd do to hint at the connection was to dress up as a Viking shieldmaiden on Halloween. (I had stated in a prior post theorizing that the condition she has is cystic fibrosis: a progressively fatal chronic disease that occurs most often in people with northern European ancestry. Digimon has been somewhat consistent in using blonde hair as a neon sign that the character has some European background mixed in there (ex: Yamato, Takeru, Tohma, Astora, etc). I like to think that Saki follows that pattern, especially since she's the only one in the Survive group with naturally blonde hair.)

[astroaquarium]

Midheaven (MC): sign on your 10th house 🌟

Who you want to be/what you want to be known for

Your legacy 🏆

Aries MC: 🏋️‍♀️ the hero, the fighter, the good guy, the warrior, the victor

You want to be known for winning, and all the glory that comes with it, you want to come out on top!

Ideal careers: fire fighter, athlete, builder, soldier, business executive, lawyer, physiotherapist, personal trainer, PE teacher, police officer

Taurus MC: 🌱 the sensualist, mother earth/nature, the wealthy one

You want to be known for your sensuality, your good taste in the finer things, you want to have accumulated a lot of possessions in your lifetime that represent your worth and your status

Ideal careers: fashion designer/editor, art curator, environmentalist, susutainablity expert, farmer, chef, food critic, interior designer, musician, gardener

Gemini MC: 📞 the messenger, the gatherer of knowledge, the jester, the gossip, the trickster

You want to be know for your ability to cast your mental acuity to a large network of people in an entertaining and endearing way.

Ideal careers: journalist, poet, social media manager, youtuber/blogger, news anchor, creative or academic writer, editor, teacher, sales executive, comedian

Cancer MC: 👩‍👧‍👧 the nurturer, the giver, the healer

You want to be known for your caring and pure heart, and your ability to heal, help and/or support others.

Ideal careers: aged care worker, child care worker, counsellor, peadiatrician, school teacher, social/public or health policy advisor, humanitarian/aid worker, real estate agent, cook, nurse

Leo MC: 🎤 the performer, the king/queen, the bright one

You want to be know for your creative talents, your star-like qualities and regalness.

Ideal careers: artist, actor, singer, news anchor, lawyer, child care worker, child entertainer, comedian, youtuber, social media influencer, model

Virgi MC: 🩺 the healer, the perfectionist, the ritualist

You want to be known for being meticulous, always right/perfect and on point.

Ideal careers: doctor, medical assistant/reasercher, chiropractor, data analyst, policy planner/analyst, personal assistant, academic writer, vetenarian, holistic health coach, naturopath, nurse, public servant, OHWS officer, health inspector

Libra MC: 🛍 the judge, the asthete, the social butterfly

You want to be known for your beauty/aethetics and your ability to fight for what is right.

Ideal careers: judge, lawyer, humanitarian activist, artist, mediator, relationship coach, counsellor/psychologist, wedding planner

Scoripo MC: 🗝 the detective, the sluth, the underdog

You want to be known for not having much known about you, you want to be a mystery to others and fly under the radar.

Ideal careers: privative investigator, diener, autopsy technician, psychologist/psychiatrist, crime scene cleaner, criminal profiler, astrologist, psychic medium, sex therapist, lawyer, parole officer

Sagittarius MC: ✈️ the nomad, the adventurer, the philosopher

You want to be known for the wisdom and knowledge you have gained through your extensive life experiences and adventures.

Ideal careers: tour guide, zooologist, travel agent, university lecturer, guidance counsellor, taste tester/product tester, psychologist, stunt man, politician, anthropologist, social scientist, tutor

Capricorn MC: ⌚️ the executive, the advisor, the ambitious one

You want to be known for your success, and the hard long climb it took you to get to the top.

Ideal careers: CEO, business executive, entreprenur, business owner, manager, finnacial analyst/advisor, accountant, lawyer, broker, banker, marketing manager

Aquarius MC: 🧬 the inventor, the mad scientist, the genius, the rebel

You want to be known as an outside of the box thinker and revoluntionary, renowned for their innovative intellectual prowress.

Ideal careers: IT specialist, engenieer, scientist, human rights advocate, politician, entreprenur, artist, astrophysicist, tech support worker, mathmatician, architect

Pisces MC: 🔮 the mystic, the poet, the dreamer

You want to be known for your creativity and mysycism, you want people to be mesmorised and bewildered by you.

Ideal careers: artist, psychic medium, actor, muscian, massage therapist, alternative medicine therapist, drama teacher, musical theatre director, creative writer, screen play writer, poet, novalist

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

“Railway Section Hand Captures Three Escaped Nazis,” Toronto Star. November 24, 1941. Page 19. ---- ITALIAN AND FINN HELP TO ROUND UP FUGITIVES WHO FLED PRISON TRAIN --- ‘We Will Own This Country Soon,’ Recaptured Prisoners Boast at Sudbury --- LIBERTY IS BRIEF --- By JAMES V. NICOL Sudbury, Nov. 24 - Captured by kindness and in their bare feet, three of Hermann Goering’s pilots today are in the hospitable jail maintained here y the province for malefactors here by the province for malefactors whose sins against society are less than theirs. They are taking turns at being sultry, sulky, defiant, and diplomatic, and in each role they cut very sorry figures.

These noblemen of a pure Aryan nature were caught by as cosmopolitan a passe as ever hung a horse thief or flushed a Luftwaffer. The men to whom they owe their downfall, include several Canadians, one Pole, one Ukrainian, at least one Irishman, plus one Finlander, and last but not least, an Italian.

The notebook of a reporter for The Toronto Star who had a ringside seat for the flushing of the Luftwaffe trop after they had bolted from a prison train at or near Sudbury records the following under the title of ‘We Will With Kindness,’ as suggested by Provincial Police Inspector Percy T. Hake.

Saturday, 11.10 p.m. - Double-header prison train of 15 pasenger cars arrives from a northwestern Ontario point with right of way over everything. The speed is that of a regular through train plus half of what a regular through train could ordinarily do.

Launch Wide Search Sunday 2.10 a.m. - Message from Chief Dispatcher of the C.P.R. at Parry Sound reaches mounted, provincial, and city police reporting following prisoners as having escaped:

Waller, camp number 14923. Malischewski, camp number 51981 Manhert, camp number 14917. All are of the rank of first lieutenant and were sent to Canada after being shot down by British fliers.

Sunday, 2.31 a.m. - Mounted, provincial, and city police on trail comb taxi stands, flop-houses, highways and byways.

7.55 a.m. - Naughton station, 12 miles west of Sudbury, John Fedan, a Ukrainian section hand, begins Sunday patrol of tracks on Soo line.

8.15 a.m. - Fedan reaches red tool shed, notices tracks of ‘drunken’ men in snow outside, sees window of shed broken.

8.15 1/4 a.m. - Fedan unpadlocks door, finds three ‘hoboes’ sitting on hand car and velocipede inside, becomes ‘outraged’ at noticing window in tool shed missing.

8.16 a.m. - ‘You will have to pay for that glass,’ says John Fedan. 8.16 1/4 a.m. - Things begin to happen.

8.20 a.m. - Waller and Malischewski in custody in their stocking feet.

8.21 a.m. - Manhert on the lam and into the northern bush with shoes on.

10.49 a.m. - Manhert captured in bush four miles from Naughton; surrenders with sheepish grin to Constable Jack Campbell, R.C.M.P.

Had Food, Clothes 11 a.m. - All three en route to Sudbury district jail. Manhert still wearing sheepish grin. Malischewski happy, Waller saying ‘This is not the first time I try to escape. Every chance I get I will try to escape.’

All three had maps of Northern Ontario. Malischewski had divested himself of his air force tunic and obtained a red turtle-necked sweater. Waller had discarded his tunic for a navy blue civilian jacket with a tear under the left vest pocket. Manhert had picked up a brown overcoat. They carried a considerable amount of silver. In the Sudbury yard of the C.P.R. there are two block signals which necessitate the slow movement of any train in passing through. When the prison train set out, all of the Nazis aboard were accounted for as being present. Mounted and railway police were on hand at the time.

It was while the train was easing through the signal blocks that the three got away. Reports persist that they opened the windows of their coach and jumped. No notification of their escape was received until the train reached Parry Sound, about 110 miles south.

Guarded With Axe Eight miles from Sudbury, at Romford Junction, two men were noticed on the railway tracks acting suspiciously, but they soon set the authorities at ease.

Police were in the dark until Stanley M. Stadnyk, a Russian Pole, age 51, section foreman, reported over the C.P.R. telephone to J. W. McVey, dispatcher. My man Fedan has two men here. They are wacting suspiciously. Is anything wanted?’ Dispatcher McVey advised Stadnyk to see that the men were kept and then called all three police forces.

When a Star reporter arrived, following Inspector Hake of the provincials, Fedan kept guard at the section shelter with an axe.

‘I got ‘em,’ he explained. ‘I do not know that German prisoners are missing at the tme, though. I am walking the tracks when i come to the tool shed. I see marks in the snow as if they were made by drunken men. I unlock the door, and there I see the three of them.’

‘They had their shoes and stockings off. Waller had his feet wrapped in an old bag: Malischewski had a railway flag around his feet; Mannhert had a handkerchief over his.

‘I look up and see they have put a board over the window. It is about a foot high and a foot and a half wide. The glass is out.’

‘I say, ‘What do you do here?’ They say, ‘Oh, we just come from Sudbury’ and I think they are drunk. But then I get suspicious.

Offered to Pay ‘I ask what nationality they are and Waller says, ‘Two of us are Finns and the other is a Hollander.’ I think to myself, ‘Those men have a German accent. I will kind them and be nice to them so they will not run away.’

‘I tell them, ‘You pay for that window you broke.’ They say, ‘Sure we pay.’ Mannhert offers me 25 cents, then 50 cents and keeps on going until he offers three, four dollars for the window. I say, ‘I cannot take the money, you must see the foreman; that is the way the railway wants it done.’

‘They put on their shoes and stockings and walk on the track. Just then I see the foreman. I am ahead and they are behind. Mannhert says, ‘I forgot my packsack; I must get it.’ I tell him, ‘No, do not do that; we will get it.’ But he runs away and I watch the other two till I get them to our shelter about 400 yards away.’

At this stage the ‘boss’ entered in the person of Constable Ken Brides of the R.C.M.P. and Detective Paul Tapper, of the Sudbury city police, a Finn.

Waller and Malischewski both his eyes are keenly set. Malischewski has a stubby nose and assumes a jollier aspect when under duress.

In the shelter which the section foreman provided for them as he telephoned for help, Waller became loquatious.

‘If you do not treats us properly,’ he said. ‘We will complain to the Swiss consul who sits on the commission that looks after us. If you get nasty with us it will be too bad with the Canadians who are prisoners in Germany.’

‘We Will Own This Country’ Almost as he spoke Detective Pat Moroney of the Sudbury city police (an Irishman) entered the shelter.

‘My goodness, bhoys, what are you doing here?’ he asked, joshingly.

The prisoners said: ‘There is a newspaper reporter here. According to the Geneva convention we are not to be subjected to this sort of publicity. The mounted police tell us that. We shall tell the Swiss consul and he will make it hot for you. Six months from now we will own Canada, be careful what you say. Heil Hitler!’ (They both heiled).

‘My boys,’ replied Officer Moroney. ‘I have a son of mine learning to be a wireless air gunner at Fingal. I am afraid he will not stand for the likes of you - and I have always brought him up as a gentle child. Now, let us be on our way.’ 

KINDNESS GOT ‘EM NAZI FLIERS NABBED Three Nazi prisoners escaped from a train in Northern Ontario and two were promptly rounded up by Sanley Stadnyk (TOP), a section foreman, who practically killed the Hitlerites with kindness. The suspicious foreman offered them food and shelter while he called for help. One of the Germans gave chocolate bars to Stadnyk’s four-year-old daughter, Olga (LOWER).

[elizabethemerald]

Dreams of Drowning: Chap 13

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It's finally time, for... The Arcadia Job.

“We understand Jimbo.” Toby waved from the ground. “Go do your hero thing. We’ll back you up if you need it. As soon as the world comes back into focus.”

Toby laid on his back in the middle of the street trying to catch his breath as Jim’s car turned the next corner out of sight. His arms felt like they were full of lead. Even lifting his head took more energy than he had. 

“How does Jim do this magic stuff all the time?” He asked to no one in particular. 

“He’s had his magic longer than either of us have.” Barbara said. 

She was also sitting on the ground not far from Toby, her legs splayed out in front of her. After a few deep breaths she tried to force herself to stand. She got to her feet a little unsteadily. 

“Is anyone injured? I can-whoa.” 

Barbara took one step while she was talking and would have fallen flat on her face had Zelda not dove to catch her. She carefully held Barbara for a moment before lifting her up into her arms in a bridal carry. 

“If anyone is hurt we can heal on our own. You need to rest before you do anything else.” Zelda said as she carried Barbara to the house. 

She stepped carefully over the wreckage of the living room to set her wife down at a chair in the dining room. Toby watched them go, then rose with a groan and dragged himself to the house. Strickler stepped up to him and threw an arm over his shoulder to help him to the door. He kept his phone pressed to his ear with his other hand. 

“Yes I know I haven’t called in forever, will you just listen?” Strickler was saying into the phone. “Angor I’ve got a problem I need your help with. What do you mean you’re not in the country any more? Cambodia! Why are in you in Cambodia?”

Toby zoned out of the conversation as he sat at the table next to Barbara. He rested his head on his arms, Jim’s mom seeming equally exhausted. Zelda was bustling around the kitchen, quickly getting some food for Toby and her wife. When a small plate of food and some tea was put in front of them, Barbara smiled up at her, exhaustion and love showing in every line of her face. 

“Thank god one of us can cook.” Barbara said. “Thank you my love.”

Toby took out his phone while Barbara slowly took a sip of her tea. He fiddled with the phone idly while he thought. Some how he would have to tell Darci about what happened. Tell her that he had magic. Also explain that the truck was probably totalled from Bular flipping it. As he was about to call her he froze. To his right Barbara gasped, her cup slipping from her limp fingers to shatter on the ground. 

“Something’s wrong.” He said. 

“Jim-” Barbara whispered. 

The two of them looked at each other. They could feel Jim’s fear and anger. Then a wave of pain and exhaustion washed over them. Zelda dashed to Barbara’s side as she groaned and steadied her as she wavered in her chair. Toby’s vision faded to a pinprick for a moment as he struggled to stay conscious. 

And then the scream. It tore through his mind, shutting down the entire world. He couldn’t hear it over the scream in his head, but he was screaming out loud as well, his scream tearing its way out of his throat. 

Time stood still. Toby could see through his own eyes. He could see the floor of the Lake-Nomura house where he had collapsed. He could feel Strickler’s arms on him keeping him from hitting his face on the floor. Brilliant orange fire roaring around him.  

He could see through Barbara’s eyes. The navy light that shone from her, was mixed with a neon green light. He could see through Zelda’s eyes, her skin shifting and changing like rocks sliding down a cliff, revealing different skin tones in flashes of green. They held each other while they both screamed. 

He could see through Darci’s eyes. Her magic moved like a whirling wind pulling her dreadlocks. She screamed by herself, alone, on the floor of the Domzalski house kitchen. Her hands were desperately wrapped around her belly, as her magic picked up to what seemed like a cyclone. 

Toby could see through Jim’s eyes. He could see his best friend and first love get pulled slowly toward a pool filled with some strange dark material. He recognized that it was somehow linked to the corrupted heartstone that Jim had been so afraid of. Toby realized he couldn’t sense Claire at all in that moment. 

Time suddenly returned to its regular pace. The fear disappeared like it was swallowed by the sun. Toby struggled to catch his breath. His throat hurt from the force of his scream. His hands were shaking as he grabbed Strickler’s arm for support. He could hear the ragged breathing of the Lake-Nomuras as they too recovered from what happened. Barbara was the first to speak. 

“Is Jim…?” Even though she didn’t finish her sentence the others knew what she was trying to ask. 

“I can’t sense Jim at all now.” Toby said. He stood, expecting to be exhausted, but instead he felt energized. He felt better than he had in years, probably since being a teenager. He flexed his arms and his flames roared to life around him. Strickler took an astonished step back. Barbara was shining with her navy light and beside her Zelda’s skin continued to shift and change like tectonic plates. Each shift was accompanied by a flash of green. 

“We have to go after Little Gynt.” Zelda said. Though her voice currently sounded like Coach Lawrence and her body looked like Strickler’s. Her voice followed her body, slowly slipping into Strickler’s posh British accent, while her body shifted again to look like Toby. “Whatever happened, whyever we can’t feel him, we need to try and rescue him.”

“And Claire.” Barbara said. She let the light fade from her eyes, though it still shown and moved under her skin. “Jim was willing to risk his life to save her, and whatever else we can’t let anyone else suffer these feelings, especially not someone we love.”

Toby snapped his fingers. 

“That reminds me! I have to call Darc!”

He looked to where his phone had fallen when he collapsed. He lifted his hand and orange flames whirled around the phone and brought it flying to his hand. However before he could even dial the phone announced an incoming call. He answered it quickly when he saw who it was. 

"Hey Darc-"

"Is something wrong with Jim?" Darci interrupted. Toby blanched at the tone in her voice. 

"No! There's nothing wrong with Jimbo!"

"Don't lie to me! I can tell when you're lying!" She hesitated and Toby could feel the wind pick up around her as if he was by her side. “I can tell when you’re lying.”

Toby took a deep breath. There was no point in playing around any more. 

“Ok, so Jim lost contact with Claire and went to go check on her. I awakened my magic powers about an hour ago when Bular came to try and kill us again. Now you and Zelda have awakened your powers as well. I can’t feel Jim at all, and we are going to have to go in and save him with only a half baked plan and marginal chance of success. So do you want to come over and kill me yourself before I get arrested?”

Darci was silent on the other end of the line for a few moments. 

“I’m on my way. I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

Toby hung the phone, then stared at the screen for a moment. 

“Good news, bad news time. Darci is on her way, and her magic is awakened as well. On the other hand she didn’t clarify whether or not she was going to kill me when she arrived.”

Several minutes, one hurried explanation and multiple calls later, Darci was up to speed on what had happened and what their plan up to this point was. Toby thought it would take a bit of convincing to get the police to leave, so they weren’t left doing paper work for the rest of the night, but apparently along with being a human lie detector, Darci could now tell any lies she wanted and they were believed without question. Once she was caught up, and the authorities mislead about the gunfire that had been heard, they all left for 49B. 

“Alright, just to review everyone’s jobs one last time.” Strickler said as he drove. Zelda was next to him in the car, while Darci, Toby and Barbara were crammed together in the back. “I’ll be in the car running mission ops. I’ll keep you updated on everything from here. Zelda, you and Mrs. Domzalski are on infiltration. Get in, find out what’s become of Young Atlas and get out. Meanwhile Barbara and Mr. Domzalski will be targeting the generator room that Jim trashed. Apparently its tied to whatever equipment they used to keep Claire in captivity, and possibly now Jim as well. Once the generator is destroyed and we know Young Atlas’s whereabouts we, well, improvise to extract him and his lady fair.”

“Just what I like in a plan. A massive question mark right in the middle of the operation.” Zelda growled to herself, before her body shifted to take on the appearance of an industrial inspector. 

They pulled up to 49B far too soon. Toby cracked his knuckles nervously as he and Jim’s mom stepped out of the car. Barbara wore Zelda’s motorcycle helmet to hide her face. Toby wore a pair of welding goggles and a bandana from his truck. Zelda’s identity was already hidden by her transformation. The only one exposed was Darci. Toby glanced nervously at his already visibly pregnant wife. 

Toby and Zelda stared each other down. “Take care of her.” “Keep her safe.” They spoke over each other, both anxious about being separated from their respective wives. Barbara put her hand gently on Zelda’s chin for a soft second before they both turned away. Toby moved to follow Barbara and he felt a tickle of air flutter around him. He smiled and in an instant all four minds were connected. 

Toby could feel their fear flowing easily, fear of failure, fear of capture, fear of what had happened to Jim. He could also feel the hole left by Jim’s absence. There was a very clear spot where he belonged in the fabric of their minds. A place where his love should be. A place where he would have been able to steady them and encourage them to move forward. The hole ached in Toby’s mind. 

He and Dr Lake-Nomura quickly reached the rear door. He paused for a second, watching in his mind’s eye as Darci and Zelda approached the main entrance. The wind picked up around Darci each time she lied to the guard to get their way in. Then once they were out of sight of the first guard Zelda changed to look just like him as she escorted Darci. 

“Look at the card reader.”

Toby refocused on his current surroundings at Barbara’s words. The card reader that employees normally used to unlock the door had a small burn mark, like it had been shorted out. He tried the door itself and found it open. He pulled his hammer from his back and opened the door slowly. 

There was no one at all inside. They quickly ran down the hallway until they were outside the door to the mechanical room Jim had trashed earlier. He paused, and glanced through Darci’s vision. She and Zelda had just made it to the security office. Zelda had incapicated the guard inside and assumed his form. 

“TP, All the cameras for the facility are already off. They didn’t want anyone to know what they were doing today.” Darci’s voice slipped into his mind. 

“And it looks like all security officers were ordered to avoid the basement level.” Nomura’s thoughts followed Darci’s. “Classified experiment on Entity 001 and Entity 002. Per orders from Gunmar Black.”

“That must be Jim and Claire!” Toby cheered. “We’ll trash the generator then head down to get them out.” 

“Stay safe you too. It’s about to get dark.” Barbara thought. 

The door to the mechanical room was locked, which wasn’t too surprising considering what Jim had managed to do to it last time. However it was the work of a moment to push some of his fiery magic into the key hole and in a moment it was unlocked. He opened the door for Jim’s mom to step in. 

“Would you like to do the honors?” Toby asked, gesturing to the array of recently repaired machinery. 

Barbara hesitated, her thoughts whirling through their shared connection. She wanted to take a small revenge by destroying the equipment, but was terrified of someone getting hurt and wanted to reserve her magic for saving Jim if that was necessary. 

Toby nodded his understanding, putting a comforting hand on her arm. He double checked that Darci and Zelda were safe, they had locked the security office, Zelda sealing it by warping the concrete around the door frame, then he ignited his hammer. 

Orange flames whirled around the room and it only took a few precise hammer blows for the lights to fail again, but that wasn’t enough. He was getting his best friend out of this facility and no one would ever use it to hurt people again. Broken sheets of metal flew into the air as he hammered away. Each piece floated for a second before joining a growing sphere of metal that was forming in the center of the room. 

He focused, putting the full might of his gravity magic to the task. The sphere grew as more metal and debris were pulled to it, then compressed as he forced the material into one solid. Before too long he had a sphere just a touch taller than he was, all of solid metal. He strained, putting more and more magic into lifting the ball up to the ceiling. His arms were shaking, and sweat poured down his brow, only to evaporate in the heat of his magic. Finally when he couldn’t take the strain any more, he slammed the sphere straight down into the floor. 

The floor of the mechanical room gave way like wet paper before the concentrated weight of the sphere. A rumbling crash echoed through the room as it impacted, and passed through the floor below them. 

Toby didn’t hesitate to jump down into the pit he had created, Jim’s mom right behind him. He used his magic to slow their descent. They both landed safely in a hallway that was now completely filled with dust. They both dimmed their magic so they wouldn’t give themselves away prematurely. They froze at the sound of coughing ahead of them. 

“The entities must have outside contacts” A woman’s voice could be heard through the dust. “Get to the security booth! I’ll make sure they don’t break containment!”

They both recognized the voice of Dr. Le Fay, the woman who had imprisoned and tortured Claire and surely orchestrated Jim’s capture. Toby waved his hand in the air and the orange flames of his magic swept forward, settling the dust instantly. Barbara was already charging the woman in gold. 

“That’s my son you bitch!” Navy light shone from her fist as she punched Le Fay in the face. 

Gunmar turned with a growl, but before he could do more to react Toby had cocked his hammer back and threw it with all his might and magic. It hit him right in the chest and blasted him backwards through a wall. 

The rumbling that had started when Toby had dropped his meteor, suddenly picked up again, shaking the whole room. Barbara stumbled as a horrific growling filled the room. The noise seemed to go on and on without stopping, and it was coming from the room Gunmar had just been flung through. As they watched a massive hand burst through the ground. Another followed shortly after. 

Something emerged from the hole. It was massive, had stone skin and incredible horns that swept back from its head. It opened its mouth, revealing huge tusks, and roared. The roar was powerful enough to shatter glass. Toby and Barbara crouched their hands over their ears as the roar rumbled through their bodies. Finally the roar ended and they could both breath again. 

Toby stood, drawing the thing’s attention. Blue eyes glowed in the darkness, and blue flames licked out of the creature’s mouth and nostrils. 

“Jim? Is that you? Jimbo?” Toby called to it, a tremor in his voice. 

“Please Jim, we’re here to free you!” Barbara stood next to him, reaching out her hand for whatever this thing was. 

Instead of answering the creature, that towered over them both, growled, more flames pouring out of his mouth. Toby reacted on instinct, grabbing Barbara and pivoting with her so he took the brunt of the fire on his back, sheltering her. If this was Jim, what had they done to him? If this wasn’t, then they had no chance of saving him. 

[danteriverflow]

Things to think about

Version 1

1. A Council of the Isles

The purpose is to discuss areas of shared values/interests/concerns equally. To be attended by:

UK PM (if it still exists)

Regional English representatives (perhaps North, Middle, South)

1st Minister of Scotland

1st Minister of Wales

1st Minister of NI (unless Irish unification)

Gibraltar

Channel Islands

Isle of Man

Other significant island groups. (Outer Hebrides?, Shetland, Orkney, Atlantic islands, Diego Garcia, Falklands, etc)

Representative from Republic of Ireland

2. Brexit

Create a mini common market for perishable goods (Food, Fish, agricultural products) with the EU. No quotas/tariffs. Mirroring relevant EU standards.

Create a European Citizens Card granting shared UK/EU citizenship to anyone who wanted to apply for it.

EU workers rights to be mirrored as a baseline standard.

3. MP Reform / Elections

PM to be directly elected by the public. From the majority party, no longer simply to be the leader of the majority party.1

MPs ousting a sitting PM become ineligible for reelection.

Proportional Representation for general elections.

A “None of the Above” option to be added to ballot papers.

All party names, logos and branding to be removed from ballot papers and polling stations.

Less than 75% voter turn out reduces the parliamentary term to two years.

Voting age reduced to 16 years

Parliamentary term of 4 years. (Unless voter turn out is too low)

Elections to be held on the first Sunday of June.

Referendums regarding Constitutional change can only be won if two thirds of entire electorate vote for the proposition.

Formalised, legally binding, independently set, and judged, code of conduct for MPs (with real consequences for breaking them i.e prison, entire family banned from holding public office). 2

Fixed budget for MPs offices per annum, equal to per pupil funding. No expenses at all.

Parliament/the Crown/the state to purchase offices, with living spaces above in each constituency for the sitting MP. No other accommodation is paid for by the state.

MP starting salary to be the same as the starting salary of a teacher or nurse. (Same performance related criteria used for pay rises)

Pensions and other benefits to be the same as a teacher or nurse.

During periods of parliamentary shutdown (holidays) MPs will be tasked with doing seasonal work, fruit picking, etc. Salaries withheld for non-compliance. (Added to MP code of conduct rules.)

MPs pledge allegiance to: The nation, its people and the rule of Law and not the crown.

The right to national self-determination.

MPs barred from using social media.

MP's with external interests (must be declared, code of conduct) are banned for participating in votes and discussions where that interest is pertinent.

4. House of Lords Reform3

Creation of the title “Lord Senator” for people who will sit as the second chamber.

Limited to 99 people who hold the title for 3 years.

They must have demonstrable expertises in a specific field. (Science, medicine, law, education, commerce, etc.)

They may be reselected to sit for a further 3 years.

They will be nominated by a cross party committee and voted on by 101 (this number could larger if desired) randomly chosen (jury service style) “Citizen Electors”.

Traditional honours will still be awarded but only public nominations for those honours will be considered. Political donors will automatically be exempted from ever receiving an honour (honours will be stripped from political donors).

Titles bestowed will be honorary and receive no state funding or benefits. Titles may not be used as name salutations. These honours will be removed publicly for misconduct.

5. Party Funding

Political donations to be taxed at 60% over £5000

Donations may only come from tax paying, resident British Citizens.

End of Non-Dom status. Holders of UK birth certificate pay UK taxes regardless of where they live.

Publicly searchable database to be created for donors. (Who they are, where they are based, tax status, how much they have donated etc.)

All donations to be collected together and distributed equitably amongst all parties.

All political party’s must have a leader elected directly by its members.

6. Education

All schools become Free Schools. Academies abolished.

Eton to be closed and burnt to the ground.

All schools to have a board of governors made up of staff, parents, local officials, and community people to hold school leadership to account.

LEA to resume it’s old purpose, but without responsibility for standards.

Schools to, once again, receive their budget in one lump sum.

Academy Trust leadership to be disbarred from school leadership/OfSTED and lesser roles in schools will be highly controlled and limited in scope.

OfSTED to be scrapped and remade.

No notice of visit

No fixed length of visit

Old grading to be scrapped and replaced with 5 star ratings for multiple specific areas.

All teachers to be observed for 1 full teaching lesson, but not personally graded or evaluated.

Inspectors must hold the rank of Deputy Head or higher with a minimum 10 years classroom teaching experience.

Teachers will be chosen at random to become inspectors for one school inspection.

OfSTED to publish no documentation/guidance except the inspection report.

Privatised exam boards to be scrapped and replaced by a single national system.

Academic qualifications set by professional academic bodies (universities or Royal institutes)

Vocational qualifications to be set by trade guilds so training and qualifications are relevant to their field.

Students will have a mixed experience of academic/vocational education set to their needs and aspirations.

Students will develop a personal record of achievement. School achievements, exam grades, work experience, outside experiences (scouts/guides, coaching, sport achievements, Music, etc). All has equal weight.

What students do after they have finished compulsory education will be used to help parents' evaluate a school's performance.

Primary schools will focus on Literacy, Numeracy and the joy of learning.

Primary schools to include nature awareness. Plants, animals, trees. Camping trips, rambling, community allotments.

All student's learn a foreign language and offered the chance to participate in a student exchange program.

7. Monarchy4

Monarch would be retained, but stripped of all divinity/superiority.

They will be trained from birth to be head of state.

The extended family will not receive any titles, state funds, assistance or grace and favour lodgings.

The bells and whistles pageantry will be reduced to a basic minimum. Maybe keep some of it for the tourists.

8. Policing

A small national police force to deal with terrorism, organised crime, people smuggling - Pan-national crime.

County Constabularies to focus on local issues. Petty crime, cats up trees.

Police Stations to be closed and replaced with Tardis style community based police boxes.

Police Constables to spend all their time out in the community.

Interviews of suspects to occur with independent public observation.

Detention cells will not be under police control.

De-militarisation of Police uniforms. Return to more traditional uniforms.

No guns, no tasers.

Police to be trained in non lethal de-escalation techniques.

Soldiers serving in the armed forces will be looked after for life. Housing, physical care and mental health, transition from soldier to civilian. Their partners and children under 18 will also be looked after.

Instead of going to war the leaders of each country must fight each other one-on-one. The winner is victorious, no reprisals. Legally binding contract/treaty to be agreed before hand.

Crime and punishment will be separated.

Parliament decides what types of activity are criminal.

Parliament decides what types of "punishment" are available.

Courts decide if the evidence presented proves the accused is guilty of what they have been accused.

Courts decide what sentence is appropriate for that person from the punishments available.

"Punishment" should not be vindictive but to prevent recidivism.

If an activity becomes de-criminalised those already serving a sentence for that crime are immediately released from that sentence.

9. Housing

Buy-to-let mortgages to be abolished. If you can’t afford to own it outright you can’t afford to rent it out.

Rent to be capped at 60% of the equivalent monthly mortgage payments. If the mortgage was £1000 per month the maximum rent you can charge is £600 pounds in total for the property, not per person.

Minimum rental duration to be 5 years. Short term rentals will be called hotels.

Long term rentals (20+years) will be offered the chance to take ownership. Sale price minus the total rent paid.

All homes built will be council owned.

Council houses sold must be returned to council ownership for price paid, not market value, if less than 20 years has passed since sale.

Houses to be sold by the square metre, not by number of bedrooms. To aid comparison.

10. Environment / Economy / Society

Solar panels on the roof of every public building.

Smaller wind turbines added to lamp posts along motorways.

Companies selling products that use excessive/unnecessary plastic packaging taxed more.

More community green spaces in housing areas.

Switch farming from animal to cereal/vegetable.

Phase out large Power Stations, replace with smaller less damaging ones.

Better recycling/reuse for more types of materials.

More clothing reuse/recycling.

Abolish crypto currencies/Bitcoin.

Find a better alternative to petrol and electric cars.

Balance should be created between work and home life.

Plant more fruit trees in public areas.

Transform the economy from growth driven to sustainability. Stop keep making stuff just to sell just to keep profits increasing.

Job security. Happy, nurtured people work better/harder and more productively. Also get ill less.

Allow people space for personal development. Passive skills enrich life and work. Motherhood/maternity (and paternity) leave should not be seen as a hinderance but an asset to a company. The skills developed raising a child are huge.

Life is for people. Take the people out of a business and the business disappears. Get rid of the business and the people are still there.

All life is valid.

The right to personal self-identification. (Yes, you can identify as a panda, if you so wish)

Universal Basic Income £12,000 per year5

Homeless people are to be provide with a proper home to live in, paid work tending outdoor public spaces, community projects or something more suitable is provided (only to provide up-to-date work experience and references).

Big tech companies to be tax properly on revenue raised from UK income.

Social media users get 15% cut of the money made from selling their data.

Small businesses (revenue under £2 million) pay no tax.

Software sold as subscription must also have a one off payment standalone version for sale.

Subscription services must offer a free, entry level tier where no credit card is needed for signup.

Electronic equipment must be 3rd party repairable.

Subscriptions can be terminated by the customer at any time by writing to the company regardless of how close you are to a renewal period. Failure of the company to comply results in all the money you have ever paid them being refunded to you.

Private companies operating public services may continue to do so but will pay the state 60% of all profits for the privilege. No tax payers money will be handed over to them. Debts incurred will be their own.

Banks will never be bailed out. People's savings up to £150,000 guaranteed.

Separate interest rates for borrowing and saving.

Savings interest rates will be tiered:

10% - £1 to £10,000

5% - £10,001 to £50,000

1% - £50,001 to £100,000

0.5% - £100,001 to £500,000

0.01% - £500,001 to £999,999

-10% - £1,000,000 and over

Redundancies start at the top. CEOs/management get cut first. The people who caused the problems should be punished before those who have no power in an organisation.

Fire and rehire abolished.

Terminally ill patients have the right to end their life on their own terms.

Colonial artefacts held in museums to be duplicated and returned to place of origin, if place of origin want them back.6

Complete global nuclear disarmament.

Notes

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A list of candidates from each political party (3 per party) will accompany the ballot paper. The voter would choose one person from each political party they would prefer to be Prime Minister in the event that that party won. (Majority vote wins) ↩︎

13 Citizen Electors will be randomly (and secretly) chosen to evaluate if the accusations breach the code. The accused will remain anonymous to the Electors. ↩︎

I like the idea that people who know what they are talking about (experts) can examine the full ramifications of laws and how those laws will impact upon their field without needing to appeal to, or worry about, populism to win an election. ↩︎

The only reason not to go full republic is to stop the likes of Nigel Farridge, Boris Johnson or some other rightwing twonk or Neo Nazi lording it over us. ↩︎

Available to anyone over the age of 21 with at least 5 years National Insurance contributions (voluntary work, work experience, Saturday jobs, and apprenticeships are valid). Available to anyone who applies for it. No other state money will be received - no job seekers, housing benefits, pensions, working tax credits etc. £12,000 per year is all you get. This should make government expenditure simple because all you need to know is the number of people over 21 multiplied by £12,000. ↩︎

Items we would like to keep will either be bought at market value or leased from country of origin. ↩︎

[moodysnowflake]

Let’s rant about - Fugou Keiji

This is the most disorganized post I could possibly write. Nice. Spoiler alert guys, if you’re not caught up to episode 5 of Fugou Keiji Balance: Unlimited.

I did warn you.

When I recognized the armored limo, I thought ‘It makes sort of sense, ‘cause since he’s not driving the Cadillac, and he’s traveling with the President, he’s automatically in a life-threatening situation as well.’ We can all argue that his car might not be armored, but come on… I bet my tonsil (they are extremely useful organs if you have still functioning ones)that the Cadillac has to; you just don’t stroll around in a vehicle equipped with military level stuff in it and don’t have it disaster-proofed. And speaking about military…we might finally have some clue, or it is better to say a clearer lead, on the Kambe family business: security and/or military related. He provided the president with freakin HMMWV - High Mobility Multipurpose Wheeled Vehicle, a.k.a. Humvee - vehicles and other special protection equipment. That might explain why there doesn’t seem to be a damn bottom in his wallet, nor limits his power can’t overcome. Well, until now, but I’m gonna rant about it later. It makes sense, ‘cause this area is way more lucrative than any other. Stark Industries and the Yard division of Wayne Enterprises showed us as much, right? I scrunched up my face when Daisuke said “I’m simply here as proxy for my grandmother.” I connected the dot ‘Oh, so that’s why he was looking so cold/pensive (laughing fit because my stupid brain made the connection between pensive and Purple Hyacinth [if you don’t know this webcomic, please check it out on Webtoon, it’s a good story]) with the news at the beginning of the episode. Granny Kambe was sick or something, so she might have persuaded him into going.’ I still don’t get why Haru didn’t know, but I’m sure Daisuke had his reasons… I also thought that Daisuke is not the only one available, right? What about best girl Suzue? Daisuke is not exactly a people person, but what do we know, maybe she was going to go and Daisuke got in the way to not have her have to deal with nasty issues.

What I was definitely not see coming was Daisuke’s “No. There will not be a day where I succeed as head of the family.”

My plot bunny had a seizure right then and there. Daisuke? Sir? I replayed it again and again, and I was struck by a new idea every time I did, and his cold-blooded tone, robotic aseptic expression didn’t help in the least. He’s impassive while he speaks, he’s emotionless. And that’s terrifying. It’s a horrible display, at least for me, because episode 4 showed us he cares, he’s capable of feeling emotions, and pretty strong ones too.

I need to focus on this because I think it’s important; everybody saw episode 4 as it was the most randomic, epic fujo-bait episode ever. Welp, sorry for disrupting the rose-tinted dream, but no. I mean, yes it was, but it wasn’t as well. I’ll try to elaborate, because I think that episode shouldn’t be discarded as just another episode. I think Fugou Keiji is very similar to Id:Invaded in this respect: nothing is thrown there by chance, nothing happens without a purpose, everything has a meaning. This is an one core show, with 11 episodes scheduled, which a pretty odd number, and if the story is meant to end in 11 episode (which I think it is), that means you can’t fuck around with filler episodes. [If you haven’t seen Id:Invaded, you should give it a chance. It’s rated R-17, so please proceed with caution. I mean it; it’s not just a very physically violent show. There are shades of ‘Dead Dove: Do Not Eat’ level shit in there.]

The progression might feel a bit fast to an old school, at least 2 core, 25+ episodes trained anime watcher like me, but as long as it’s organic, that’s totally fine. Episode 1 introduced our MC, said us ‘look, there’s this angry fluff boi, which is called Katou Haru, ad there’s this dripping ice-cold asshole boi called Kambe Daisuke: Shenanigans ensures.’ From episode 2, evolution started, as it should have. We needed to reach the end of the episode to see it, but we got it; when Haru roughs Daisuke up, we expected for him to have no reaction, and many may think that’s what happened, but I think that’s not the case. I think Daisuke was seriously ruminating about Haru’s overreaction, and his look was a deep thinking one. He’s not an impassive robot anymore. Episode 3 cemented it, showing us am astounding variety of emotions effectively coming out: he’s annoyed (glare shoot while Haru’s running him mouth, blabbering about being a good senpai), angry (Haru snitching him, then having to formally thank and ask for guidance), tired (sighing at Haru, stuck  dangling by the pole), salty (”Are you working hard, Inspector Katou?” [Can we blame him? Haru snitched him out, then the next day he had to hear from Kamei that he needed backup. I still think that he might have been waiting for him outside the station from the beginning, and just got confirmation from Kamei. Which made him, obviously, even saltier.], “This is precisely the moment I would like some coaching.”). Also, incredibly trusting and perceptive; he’s watching Haru like a hawk, giving him access to HEUSC (which he didn’t have to, but he thought he had to give him a chance), helping getting into the Shinkansen (he gave his mask to Haru, either because he knew the smoke used was not really harmful, or because he trained to hold his breath long enough to get himself out of its range), giving him his gun and - last but not least - getting himself between Haru and a gun. Granted, all of his suits have to be bulletproof - you cannot make me think otherwise -, but if you get shot, it still hurts as fuck, and you can get bruised, or even slightly crack a rib if the shot is close enough. So yeah, it wouldn’t have been pleasant. What’s the purpose of episode 4 then, except for fangirls to drool over it? Hands out, I’m not insulting the category, I’m gonna speak about it later, so put that on hold and don’t chew me for the time being. Like everybody perceived, episode 4 served other various purposes. Like the metaphors of dog: Daisuke is kind of a 27-years old puppy, because he can’t survive in the outside world without help. He can use rocket grapples, breach police communications, erase data from the internet, use a torch to melt a windshield, fire a rocket launched and Karma only knows what else, but he can’t do groceries to save his life, nor cut a potato without almost chopping his fingers off [insert Cloud’s pouting “I’m doing my best…” icon here]. He’s snarky, but soft (to Haru, the kids (ep3 and ep4 ones), and Suzue). He’s spoiled, but open-minded (he appreciate convenience store ramen, he values Haru’s cooking over pre-packed food). He’s cautious, but yields if he feels (reasonably) reassured (You think the kid is good? Fine by me, I’m gonna help. You think he’s not gonna shoot? Fair enough, I believe you. You need HEUSC to snoop up something to prove he’s okay? Just ask it. You think I don’t need a band-aid and lick the cut? Bit weird, but okay.). Like a dog, he can behead you with a bite, but if he trusts you, you can belly rub him to death. Episode 3 was Daisuke’s “I’ve got your back.” as well as episode 4 was Haru’s “I’ve got yours too.” This is what episode 4 is too: it’s Haru having Daisuke’s back. It’s Haru having patience and understanding, after Daisuke giving him his absolute trust and resources. Unlimited. They started sensing each other out from episode 1. With not really good results at the beginning, but it’s an understandable situation. Think from each other’s perspective: Haru’s a experienced police officer, who has Daisuke crashing into his life with very unorthodox methods and no chills, throwing money around without a second thought, pretentious and disrespectful. It’s almost physiological for him to try to deck him down at first glance. From Daisuke’s point of view, he might not know better, he’s socially awkward, civilian life interaction none existent. But most of all, we don’t know why he chose MCPD, nor how was he trained. Heck we have come clues, but not guarantees until we hear it from his mouth.

Yeah, I’m talking about you, Nakamura Chosuke, from that weird-ass look you gave each other in episode 2 coming out of the interrogation rooms, from the fact that in the OP you’re standing still while the rest of the team is moving forward and only Daisuke is going the opposite way towards you, from the fact that you might know way more than we may be comfortable with. You and Daisuke know each other, or at least know what’s up, and we’re gonna find out. Preferably soon, without having one of you dying. Please.

Daisuke needs to test the waters, to see who can be trusted and who can’t; it is very likely that he’s a pretty serious issue, something which he need someone to trust his life with. That, and also that his ‘training’ might have made him ‘somewhat selfish’, sometimes too cold, too unresponsive for his own good. But watch my words, he might be like this sometimes, because reasons, but he’s always on his toes, and he’s always listening. He listened to Haru while he ranted at him in episode 2, he listened to Haru while he asked him for help in episode 3, he listened to Haru while he herded him around in episode 4. Episode 4 served to provide Daisuke an alternative. It was not just about a tantrum. Story-wise, it gives Daisuke a space in which he feels safe, a zone his Kambe life can’t break into, as long as he doesn’t want it to reach him. Or at least, this is what he perceives.

Like someone said, when he’s saying that he’s not gonna inherit the Kambe Group, he’s talking with an indifferent, apathetic look. Mechanical, stolid, like when he talks with Kikuko. It’s the exact same face. Precisely. He doesn’t feel, he doesn’t react, if not prodded. Either because: 1. He really doesn’t want: he’s not a violent person, he doesn’t enjoy hurting others. He could just pay his way out of a murder, if he wanted to. He never acts to kill or harm. It makes sense that he wouldn’t want to be the heir of such a vicious empire. At least from what we know until now… 2. He’s been prevented or not supposed to: he might want to do it, but it might not be possible, because he might not be the designed one (OP’s women?), or be who we think he is. Maybe he really is ‘Shiro’s brother’, a replacement for someone else.

In both cases, it makes sense that he’s not granted access to weaponry/military information. It would also make sense to keep them from him in order to kill him. This leads into episode 5. He might have been trapped in Kikuko’s place, and grandma Kambe might not have anything to do with it, but at this moment everything could be possible. That being said, HEUSC confirmed Daisuke - and revealed us - that he’s disposable, a spare paw that can be disposed of at any given time, without concern nor regrets; he very well might have known this all along. He looks (really) slightly troubled to have to prod HEUSC for information about the bomb, because the AI butler is actually not interacting that much. And…Daisuke is like…going to die in the next 4 minutes? And Suzue is not coming? And that SHOULD be a problem, right? Daisuke dying SHOULD be in the ‘NO GOOD’ list in HEUSC programming. HEUSC SHOULD be trying its hardest to help him. Right? Daisuke is of course maintaining his collected cool, but surely the other two doofuses yapping around aren’t helping him. Put it with HEUSC not being helpful, it’s understandable for him to snap at it, asking for blueprints and directions. Because he was expecting them from the very beginning… When HEUSC answers come, he’s not shocked. We saw him alarmed, that’s not how his scared face looks like. He just seems disappointed, a hopeless realization, borderline frustrated, like he’s thinking “Is it? This is really the truth, they’re letting me die here”. Then he morphs into some sort of cold resolution, like “Bitch no, I’m not gonna kick the bucket without trying.” When I heard we were dealing with VX gas I said ‘Welp, someone really wants to be sure you dead, Mr. President.’

As some of you might be wondering, what is Daisuke doing? Why is he flooding the bathroom? Why is he drowning his jacket? The bomb is a gas one, and VX, also known as sarin gas, is one the deadliest chemical ever created. Basically what it does is shutting down your neurotransmissions, which means no impulse flowing, which stops every brain function and muscle in your body. Heart and diaphramm included, so no blood circulating and no oxigen.Not good. 10mg can kill a man. So, what they said in the episode is not fantasy, guys. That’s really bad juju. If it gets onto your skin (but for the love of Karma, I hope you’ll never have to experience it), you have to get it off as fast as you can washing and with a binding powder. In the meantime, you have two(three actually) guys to keep working: heart and lungs. As long as they run, there’s hope. Therefore, inject atropin every 10-15 minutes until resolution (to keep your heart galloping as fast as it can), pralidoxime (to actively compete with the substrate the gas attacks and help your diaphram and lungs not to stop) and diazepam (for the rest of your muscles not to tear themselves apart because of the other two compounds trying to save your life but not doing a really great job at keeping everything else in check). If you inhale that shit without atropin within arm’s reach, you have less than 2/3 minutes.

That’s why Daisuke unceremoniously tackles Haru out of the way.

So, why the jacket? Simply enough, soaking it, he creates a sort of barrier, or to be more specific, a medium (water) in which the gas is going to be trapped into before being released into the air. In the first seconds,the molecules produced by the canisters will be dissolved into the water, effectively trapping the gas withing the fabric of the jacket, as long as the water saturates. After that, if the gas continues to go, there would be a point were there’s gonna be too much of it in the water, and some of it will start to escape into the air. It takes time, depending on the pressure applied and the amount of water that the fabric can hold. That’s why Daisuke is keeping the jacket under the sink until the very last moment; the more water clinging, the better chances to survive. Even if, like the guard said, it’s not gonna work for long. I’m still not really sure why he’s going for the punch tho. He loosens the bow and the shirt to likely be able to pull it over his face just in case, since he is the one IN FRONT of the fucking bomb. The only option I can think of is that he’s trying to break the pump (and possibly bend a tube); VX is liquid at room temperature, so as long as you don’t inflate the canister and vaporize it into the air, you’re not in immediate danger. He’s hoping so hard for this to work, because he doesn’t want to die, as opposed of what he might have been thinking up until now. Because now, contrarily to what he said us in the very first line of episode 1, the boredom is gone. Now he has something to fight for (a truth he’s looking for) and someone to care of.

Yes, he might have not-so-gently wacked Haru away, but he was also pretty sure not be able to see the Sun again. He lost his composure and almost yelled at Haru for help. We can see that Haru doesn’t argue further, he immediately gets that something’s dangerous is going on, because if it makes Daisuke worry, that’s definitely not good. How can we be sure it’s gonna work? As they were being lead into the room, the guard explained that that was a NBC proof room: Nuclear Biological Chemical proof room. Which means it can withstand a nuclear blast, radiations, biological agents (viruses, bacteria, molds, other nasty living beings, organically poisonous compounds) and chemical agents (inorganic gases, hazardous solutions like strong acids or bases, explosives, corrosives etc…) because it’s airtight and has its own air and water independent reservoirs and systems. NOTHING can get in. Which also means that NOTHING can get out. Therefore, even if the gas is released, it’s contained.

For all the previously said things, that’s the reason Daisuke looks sad, discouraged and tired when he’s standing outside the embassy, with his hands in his pocket, his shoulder almost sagging down, the circle under his eyes darker than they have ever been. Because yes, you might not have noticed it but he always had those, except from ONE time, specifically one morning. I’ll let you guess which one… Then he snaps out of it hearing Suzue’s voice, probably not to worry her. Yes, I think that Suzue might be a watchdog, to make sure Daisuke fulfill his role and gets him out of trouble when he can’t, help him when he needs, but I think that as soon as he will be marked as not useful anymore, she might meet the same fate. She grew attached, she cares. Best girl might not even know it, and if she knows, she’s definitely doing her best to help him as much as she can. We all love you so much Suzue. Please don’t die. Please please please.

Episode 5 is the catalyst. Now Daisuke can’t trust anything anymore. He might not have done it in the first place, but now everything got shattered. If HEUSC has not authorized him, it means the AI butler is also monitoring the access. Which means Daisuke is gonna be under surveillance (or at least, stricter than it already was).

If episode 4 didn’t happen, Daisuke will be dead, or almost drowning in desperation, because he would have no one to turn to, no safe place to go to. We know this is not the case. We know Haru can help. Daisuke might not be a fan of this, and it might take a bit for him to put himself back together and explain, but we know it’s gonna happen. We know Haru is gonna listen, and he’s very much gonna want to help him. Now Daisuke knows it too, because he experienced it. We also know that Daisuke listens to Haur’s words, so I’m sure he remembers even Haru’s druk rambling about being a hero and a civil servant, and he’s gonna pull that out at some point. He might get something mixed up, since he was a bit fazed, but not enough not to flinch at Haru’s questioning… even if he wormed into the bathtub to sleep XD Best of all, he’s not even fazed by it. He just open his eyes and wakes up. Also, he sits by the table SLOUCHING. Kambe Daisuke. Slouching. In the morning. I love him so much. Haru taking care of him all the freaking way, feeding him and teaching him the ways of the peasant’s world. I love him just as much. Daisuke listens and processes; when Haru says him that, even if there’s almost no chance to find Shiro, he says that he’s gonna try regardless. Daisuke responds with “I see.”. Which means ‘You’ll keep trying, so I should do that as well.’ This is Japan guys. Read the air. There’s as much stuff unsaid that said.

A question is Kikuko then: is she best grandma or are we dealing with another Aizen situation (I made you strong so I could have a decent challenge)?

Nakamura Chosuke, Sir, you need to start singing soon…

Now, I have a very strong fear: in the OP, there’s the same scene repeating itself: at the beginning with Haru, Daisuke and Shizue in a room, then Haru is not there anymore. I’m still recovering from Banana Fish, and I watched it while it was airing…

Last thing, before I forget. About fangirls. You might have guessed, by the amount of word vomit I garbled over, that I am one as well. Everybody can react to the story as they want. I squeaked like a hamster too when I saw Daisuke wearing the ‘boyfriend outfit’, when he winced when he cut himself and licked his cut, when he waited for Haru to start eating before doing it himself, when he praised him for the cooking, when he understood why he replaced Shiro, when he lent him the money to return home, when he smiled to Hattori and Suzue, and when he used Haru’s natto recipes. I’m here for the ride as much as you are. I’m here for the fluff we’re obviously not gonna get. I’m here for a whipped Daisuke, wrapped around Haru’s finger, screaming in pain because of the loss, pleading to save the detective and take him instead. I’m here for the fall from grace, I’m here for him realizing he’s been living a beautiful nightmare, that justice is more than meets the eyes, that there’s so much more that he can be. I’m here for him realizing all of this with Haru being taken away, triggerim him into madness.

The wind exists even if you can’t see it.