#fumiko ide

[anamon-book]

平塚らいてう－近代と神秘　井手文子 新潮選書 新潮社

[possiblylando]

Chainsaw Man Chapter 148 not so early analysis

Bit later than usual cause college and I wanted to look into something from part 1.

Fumiko has been continuing the trend of being absolutely useless in every situation shes ever been put in to the point I feel confident in saying she CANT fight. This clearly isn't a kobeni situation where she can fight if necessary because she hasn't even really been trying to fight or protect anyone. It's the point I've actually started to believe the theory that Fumiko is actually Aldo in disguise.

For a refresher Aldo was one of the american assassin brothers who got picked off at the beginning of the arc by Power and Yoshida respectively. However Aldo survived the entire arc and has been awol ever since. He's also surprisingly durable since he survived both of these attacks with minimal injury.

He may or may not have been hit by halloween, Given his facial expression I it seems like he's faking it especially since Halloween was used on the doll devil and so should logically only effect her dolls which Aldo is not.

I went back through these chapters expecting to find a smoking gun that could prove this to be true. Specifically I was looking for a scene where he or one of the brothers was holding an ID card which could be matched against the way Fumiko holds it, But I did not find that.

This is the best I found but it's also standard practice so it isn't good evidence. Back to the chapter itself, It's clear now Quanxi is just going through the motions

She's clearly been lacking when it comes to combat and athletics in these previous few chapters in comparison to her original appearance. She's been sort of stumbling through these chapters with the help of her regeneration. Which is a bit strange until you keep in mind; Quanxi is more than likely SUPER depressed. The last time we saw her before this was when she fought Denji and the previous time before that was when everyone she cared about got murdered by Makima. It's probable that she blames herself for it because she took the job to kill Denji and thus got her and the girls into the situation that killed them in the first place.

Fuck you looking at bitch do something

The transition between these two pages is so good I had to do a double take because my immediate though was that Quanxi was the one who got her arm cut off. But then obviously it's Asa's. You can feel the inspiration from good movie transitions here.

This whole scene is very cool and also very interesting because Asa is able to block Yoshida's sword with her barehand. She got such an amp from the chainsaw fire attacks that she can do this. It also means she has basically the same base stats as yoru. Which is to be expected but I think is interesting.

It seems like this page was drawn before the rest of the one in this sequence because Yoshida is busting through a wall here despite the fact Room 606 was just destroyed; Thus there should be no wall to bust through to escape onto the street. Interestingly the other personality is absent in this scene entirely. We never see Yoru and Asa in the same panel which is an interesting choice. Its probably a creative choice to only have one of them around in major action scenes. Feels like a good time to mention a theory I saw on twitter. I've been trying to find it but I've had no luck. If I can find it it'll probably be apart of next week's post. To summarize the theory; Asa and Yoru are the same entity. Not two separate beings in one body. Asa the human we met at the beginning of part 2 has been dead since the justice (fire) contract user killed her. The Asa we see now is a split personality reconstructed using the intact memories in the body's brain at the time she became a fiend. If true it means Asa is an alternate persona created by Yoru in order to cause more conflict within herself (constant internal warfare) and as a coping mechanism due to the chainsaw devil massacre in hell. Its an interesting theory I want to put on the board incase something happens with it especially since Yoru is growing in strength rapidly. Probably how Black Pochita was schooling them during it.

[derangedrhythms]

Santōka, from ‘Haiku: An Anthology of Japanese Poems’, tr. Stephen Addiss, Fumiko Yamamoto & Akira Yamamoto

TEXT ID: Winter rain— I’m not dead yet

[fumik0zrql1f3]

Intro post :P

🌸 Names: Fumiko/Haruko/Kazuko

🌸 Acceptable Nicknames: Fumi, Haru, Kaz, Kazu, Kas, Ko, Ko-Chan, Fumi-Chan

🌸 Pronouns: hy/hxr/hys/hxz/ko/xe

🌸 CisIDs: cisblondehair, cisplural, ciscringe, chrono minor, cisalternativestyle, cisxenogender

🌸 TransIDs: permateen (16), transimmortal, transvampire, transMHAquirk, transJapanese, transJapaneseculture, transname, transshapeshifter, speciesflux, speciesfluid

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[wowzie-zowzii]

LET IT ALL OUT

[id: a drawing of fumiko and denji. the girl grins madly. one hand holds a microphone, the other is up in the air. in an open doorway next to her is denji in the hallway with a metal bat in his hands. he, along with the walls, are covered in blood. in the scene, denji has just swung the bat upon a dude as seen by the random guy with black hair and a purple shirt lying on the floor. there are also music notes flying around. /end id]

[halfnemu]

I started this a month or two ago but don't think I'm gonna finish coloring it, so meet Kiana's Big brother Khalil Sinclair!

info below

Name: Khalil Sinclair

Color: Turquoise

Age: 27

Birthday: November 6th, 1996

Height: 173 cm

Gender: male

Sexuality: Asexual

Horoscope: Scorpio

Chinese Zodiac: Rat

Personality: silent(most of the time), chill, sarcastic, rude(to those who provoke him, which is hard to do unless it involves his family.), apathetic, jokester sometimes.

Ability: Psychic(can read the feelings or thoughts of others, and also mentally or physically attack them.)

Likes: his family(only his mom and sister), being alone, gaming, buying clothes, chain jewelry.

Dislikes: anyone who hurts his sister, being touched, people trying to flirt or talk to him, loud areas

Work: Bartender at local club(he works alongside Fumiko.) Artist/rapper

Voice: Tyler, the Creator.

Favorite Animal: Dogs

Favorite food and drink: he eats anything, sodas.

Backstory:

Khalil is a quiet and mysterious person that barely anyone but his sister can read. As a kid Khalil grew deathly sick and once he recovered he wasn’t mentally the same. Kiana took up the older sibling's mantle and looked out and protected him in the same way he would’ve for her. He grew up to admire her for everything she’s done despite how miserable she truly was. Eventually, he decided to pursue music as a way to vent and reach out to others who couldn’t fit in like him and his sister. It was successful and even though he could live in a better city and have a better life, he chose to live in the same city as Kiana to make sure she stays safe.

He works as a bartender as a side hustle(and an interesting way to pass time.) and continues to produce music for his fans because it’s something he loves.

Extra Notes:

He watches Milla’s streams because she's his favorite streamer next to his friend Vi and they met more than once.

The two first met when she left the convenience store after snapping at Kiana for asking for her ID, and the two had a short conversation over cigarettes. It felt nice for him to talk to someone kind of similar to himself.

He actually enjoys making the dark songs he has, not because they’re true(which they’re not.) but because it’s comforting to tap into the dark thoughts of his kind.

Khalil almost started a fight with Rasmus when he saw how Kiana was being treated by him, and because of that he doesn’t like his sister’s co-worker at all and tries to check up on Kiana when he thinks the guy isn’t there.

He enjoys playing with the different instruments in his house, sometimes making private covers of other songs with them.

He, just like his mom and sister, doesn’t fear death. He does, however, fear losing Kiana or their mom first.

His ability, if he uses it excessively gives him headaches and nosebleeds.

He can read anyone’s inner emotions, except the ones who can shut him out somehow like his sister. It’s sometimes overwhelming and he tends to drown it out with music.

One day, Khalil would like to advance his current knowledge of his ability and see how far he could go.

[thegreenshota]

Hi this is the person offering to make the monokubs game. I went through your posts to see what your personal canon is for the characters (And Kurokuma and Shirokuma) so I can be accurate but I didn't find much. Can you tell me more about all of them? I also saw a post with some IDs, but they were kinda small. Do you have IDs for them? Because I can incorporate those.

oh! about personal canon! okay sure i previously wrote short character analyses so that people could understand better, but the original was originally in Russian and I will simply put it through a translator (many letters) .･ﾟﾟ･(／ω＼)･ﾟﾟ･.

monotaro, aka izamu arai monokabs do not remember their father as well as motherkuma, which is why he does not hold a personal grudge against his father, but, as a ninja whose code is to protect his clan, his attitude towards his father is similar to the views of fumiko izamu is a very active child and has been one since birth, unlike his twin, fumayo, with whom he is the complete opposite a typical ninja fan who decided to delve into the philosophy of these warriors and went too far in this so much so that he awakened in himself a desire to revive the art of the ninja, or to be more precise, to regenerate it in order to create something new on the ruins of the old

valor, honor, complete dedication to his task and not a little stupidity and naivety - a brief description of a young ninja he did not throw words around just like that, but was constantly engaged in training, both physical and spiritual his hyperactivity found application in the art of ninja - this turn of events motherkuma did not expect, giving monotaro to the sports club, but is very glad that brother found a comfortable path for himself obviously, shsl ninja

the previously mentioned twin brother, aka fumayo arai, aka monosuke while his twin was running and jumping on the playground, the boy was immersed in books, but he was fascinated not by artistic or scientific, but by financial literacy most likely, the aspect of a constant hole in the family budget influenced the young man so much that he himself decided to find out how all this works in your business and quickly began to receive not only pleasure, but also real profit various types of services at school for a fee, from homework to spreading rumors - all this to monosuke of course, he was not engaged in dirty deeds - he did not touch any of these aspects, he just surrounded himself with people capable of doing all this an intellectual, overly cultured and having the habits of an aristocrat motherkuma did not lose when she entrusted the financial aspect of her start-up business to the hands of fumayo shsl banker

netsumi arai, aka monophanie

the only girl among the younger generation and this did not embarrass her in any way, probably exclusively thanks to the always nearby fumiko, who was not only a mentor for her sister, but also her best friend since childhood, monophanie adored flowers, which she surrounded herself with as much as possible and noticing this, motherkuma decided to help develop this interest into talent and knowledge so slowly but surely netsumi became a florist who knew both the scientific aspect of flowers and the creative approach to creating bouquets very cheerful and incredibly frivolous monophanie only seems stupid and very incompetent in appearance, but in fact she is a very empathetic person, feeling other people's problems and is ready to be there to support in difficult times for all family members, it was this pink flower that helped them not to lose heart and not give up as was previously mentioned, monophanie loves her sister very much, one might even say more, than her brothers, so she unconsciously adopted not only from her character but also from her appearance a lot from the motherkuma

shsl gardener

kayoshi arai, aka monodam his life fully justifies the phrase: "you have to sacrifice something to find something new", and, unfortunately, he gave too much in order to become what he is at the moment a genius of his family, who, unlike others, did not need to reveal his potential in something specific, because a photographic memory, quick assimilation of knowledge, musical ear and a predisposition to learning languages ​​- all this made the boy a prodigy there was not a single one in his environment or in the family who could beat him at chess when he was only 10 fumiko saw in her younger brother only a sign from above that all their troubles would be solved thanks to such a young supermind but everything changed in one day. cheerful and proud of his skills monodam will forever remain in the memory of those who know him

once on a trip, in which motherkuma accompanied monodam to another competition like "the smartest" there was an accident in which the bus went off the road and crashed as soon as motherkuma regained consciousness, she first of all ran to check on her little brother, but she saw a terrible picture by the feel of a person from such wounds not only not alive, but he can no longer even be called a person - lacerations and open fractures were both on his legs and arms. it was difficult to say what other wounds he had, because kayoshi's whole body was covered in blood rescuers arrived very quickly and took the still living boy to the hospital along with his sister, who only prayed all the time that kayoshi would survive, because at that moment she felt a sense of guilt for what she had done as never before. her worries about the life of her family member were so strong that she didn't even notice that she had suffered in this accident too, she had one whole eye left monodam lay in a coma for a year despite the fact that they were able to put it back together. in what sense? literally. his body was so destroyed that his limbs would never work, but thanks to new techniques they were able to replace the non-working part of his body with mechanical implants he even stopped looking like that boy outwardly but fumiko didn't think of giving up and was ready to fight for her brother's life until the very last day of her own life. fortunately, her efforts bore fruit and one day he woke up emotionless and dead inside, monodam no longer felt joy in its true manifestation, food no longer had taste, the world no longer had colors only hatred and wild resentment towards this unfair world mechanical chips were installed in the damaged brain, which allowed monodam to save his knowledge and even directly upload new ones, but, obviously, from that moment on he was no longer a genius from birth, but only a living example of how far medicine has advanced now in the eyes of society he is not a genius, but a living computing machine, having all this knowledge only thanks to doctors monodam was very disappointed with this news, but not more so than the fact that he can no longer even be called a man he was ready to kill, chop, cut, do a bunch of other brutal things to people, because he harbored hatred for all living things, blaming the earth on which he walks for the situation he is in now, but there was only one thing that allowed monodama to keep his sanity - his older sister, who was always by his side. even when this event happened to him does he blame fumiko for what happened? no, because it was she who gave him that happy childhood that was taken away from kayoshi shsl cyborg, former potential shsl prodigy

teruo arai, aka monokid everything is monumentally simpler with him than with any of the previously described cheerful, wild, the life of the party, even though he is a guest in all companies, number one from the end, whom everyone wants to see the youngest of the five monokubs, although you can't tell by his appearance. well, what can I say, miracles happen thanks to puberty since childhood, his soul lay in music and fumiko supported this passion as best she could, which led to a musical career teruo's rebellious and marginal image, coupled with his brilliant playing, was quickly able to attract a lot of attention, and after the release of his first album, written by him independently at the age of 16, he made it clear to everyone - soon the world will see the shine of a new world star shsl guitarist

the amazing arai family has yet to highlight its youngest talent, who can rightfully be called kanaye arai, aka nanokuma his young age should not deceive you, because the boy's intellect is developed far ahead of his biological age living hand in hand with his wild family since childhood, kanaye adopted the experience of each of them, because in the case of nanokuma, the entire young generation from izamu to teruo, including, of course, fumiko, was involved in his upbringing the boy admired the magic of cinema all his life and always wanted to adopt this knowledge, so from an early age he learned how to use a camera, lighting in the frame and setting the frame. in addition to filming, the guy spent his free evenings creating all sorts of scripts for his short films, in which his siblings were the main actors surprisingly, but in character, nanokuma took more from his mother than monokubs, just like motherkuma, so when these five failed rangers give out cringe again, fumiko and kanaye catch the facepalm together preparatory course of the shsl director

one day, a not very conscientious person, whose name is erased from the family tree, being the definition of a black spot in history, started a family and produced a decent number of children he loved his daughter immensely, as well as his wife, but how it really was - only he himself can answer after a while, he abandoned the family, left his mother with pennies in her hands, and did not even say goodbye to his daughter the problem was that by that time he abandoned not only two girls, but also the other six children, who were so small that they could not even speak fumiko murakami, who thought that her beloved father was her main support in this world, stops believing in miracles and in one moment her world collapses unfortunately, for a child it was too hard a blow, but in the desire to protect her younger children and her suffering mother, she stood against the current, completely forgetting about her own needs she was ready to become the new mother of the family and this time not the murakami family, but the arai family maiden name, which she changed in order to forever erase that bastard who deprived the giant family of any hope not only for a bright future, but even for banal survival

fumiko arai, aka more famous motherkuma a caring older sister who, thanks to hard work, was able to raise her brothers and sister as well as she could while still a child being her mother's housekeeper, she got to know sewing better, which brought her many times more pleasure than anything else starting with ordinary patches on the shorts of the hyperactive izamu or stripes on the shirts of netsumi, the girl increasingly revealed her potential as a tailor, and then completely delved into the professional part of this action a thorny path, because in addition to her own career, she had to pull the whole family on her own back, she coped with it and achieved considerable success obviously, her seasoned character played a role in this

soft character on the outside, but don't let yourself be fooled, she clearly knows her worth and won't let anyone hurt her or her family in addition to the talent that the academy awarded her, she also masterfully copes with raising children, combining a kind and airy nature with strict control and a demand for clear actions unfortunately for her, "they have inherited their father's character many times more than they would like"

motherkuma, shsl fashion designer the girl already has a formal talent because she graduated from the academy and already has her own fashion house, which has a gigantic reach she pulled all the younger ones on her back, because dad went out for bread she has an animal hatred for him and wants to find and avenge what he did she had to grow up very early and temper her character to the limit, thanks to this she was able to give basic education to her siblings she may seem very fucked up from all this group of pipsqueaks, which is formally true, but she still loves and cherishes them very much they call her a second mother and she doesn't like it, because it ages her very much, and she, after all, is a girl only in the prime of her life

[worldsonlylevifan]

i dont think fumiko made up a sad backstory to be pitied. i dont think shes trying to manipulate denji. if i had to compare id say shes kind of like himeno in her carnal desire for denji but not in a manipulative way

[headmatespawner]

introject(s) from a niche source pls? pref towards horror rpgs, indie games or comics (🎨)

Names: ayano, amelia, fumiko, hana

Age: early 20s

Pronouns: she/they/ze/soft/foam/coffee/matcha/sweet

Titles: the barista, [prn] who serves (?)

Genders: demigirl, foodgender, xenogirl, angelix, etheric, nightmareic

Orientations: turigirl, pan lesbian, sapphillian

IDs: trisstalked, trisbarista, transxenine, transrollatoruser, ciscaneuser, transreligious, perma2010s

Non/Alterhumanity: transspecies angel, transspecies cat

Source: the closing shift (videogame)

Roles: buffer, anp

Origin: willogenic, altpackgenic

Banner and color hex: #f285d2

[eidolonshiva]

How have you been? I hope all is well. Have you been thinking about Fumiko lately? Any headcanons to share? :3

Hi, anon. Thanks for the ask! I work in academia so August/September are always the worst months of the year for me, but I'm hanging in there. My depression always ramps up this time of year.

I'm always rotating my disaster-girl in my head like she was a rotisserie chicken. So I am always happy to share headcannons/little factoids.

Popping under a cut for length.

Modern AU/Academy AU

Serious headcannons:

Although if they were to meet in the canon timeline they would not get along, I feel like Shinobu and Fumiko would be close friends in any other version of their characters. They have similar personalities in the fact that they like to torment people who they feel have wronged either them or those that they are both to. They're could also both talk for hours about how to make poison or medicine. Fumiko is good at reading people and would be one of the few people who would call Shinobu out for putting on a fake personality, making her one of the rare people the petite woman could be her true self around.

I've been thinking of what Fumiko's vice would be in a modern setting in lieu of wisteria poisoning, and I think an equivalent would be prescription opioids. Stealing one of her father's prescription pads and getting a hold of some fake ID's would make access to the drugs an easy task.

A way to tie in her dual personality is that she's usually shy, studious, and timid but she's also a rampant party girl. She'll take any substance offered to her in an attempt to suppress her feelings.

I imagine that the Shabana siblings mother is not in the picture - I can't see any version of her being a good parent. In my AU, the Shabana's live in a run-down studio above the combini Gyutaro works at. After it's eventually condemned, they move in with the Mutō family (Ume sharing a bedroom with Fumiko and Gyutaro sleeping on the couch.) Atsuo, Fumiko's father, welcomes them in warmly but Satoru, her younger brother, is pissed to have new roommates. Ume and Satoru don't get along; Ume is not used to no longer being the youngest sibling and Satoru doesn't trust the Shabanas and feels like they are using his sister.

Gyutaro and Fumiko's firstborn is still an accident. Fumiko's IUD failed due to her heavy drug use.

Fumiko suffers from frequent headaches and has a habit of touching the back of her head where her second mouth is located in her canon version.

Silly headcannons:

At her job at the makeup store, she's had to restrain Inosuke to prevent him from trying to eat the jelly blush more than once.

In the academy, she would be in the cooking club.

Also in the academy, Rengoku would be her homeroom teacher. The two get along because they both love to eat, including sneaking into the Home Economics class where they would have to hide from Haganezuka while pilfering snacks. Imagine the velociraptor in the kitchen scene from Jurassic Park.

Fumiko gets along well with the Hantengu family who are brothers in this instead of clones. She's one of the rare people Zohakuten likes due to Fumiko's "big sister" energy and the fact that he's friends with Satoru.

Fumiko has pretty bad vision and wears contacts. She has glasses that she wears at home, but is embarrassed of them so won't wear them out of the house.

General Factoids/"Taisho Era Secrets"

Fumiko is a pretty good singer, and will often sing or hum little songs while she works.

Although her family ran a Wisteria House, she never fully trusted the Slayer Corps. She found is suspicious how a lot of the members seemed to be children who found themselves in an unfortunate situation. This creeping doubt also made her transition to a demon easier.

Although she comes from a decent family (respectable occupation but average income/house), she never had a betrothal. Her father was a modern-minded man and would never push his daughter into a relationship she did not want. Gyutaro was her first relationship experience.

[emmamagorobismanylovers]

id like that too

Fumiko: "Okay then! Let's...let's start as girlfriends!

[catonatrain]

hello everyone today i am back at it again to ask YOU to consider voting for momoi satsuki !! if u want to know more abt her there's a lot of stuff we all wrote abt and i suggest taking a look !! for today's propaganda i wanted to share smth cute!!

did u guys know that momoi's voice actor, orikasa fumiko who is also riza hawkeye from fma, rukia from bleach, and chun-li from street fighters, thinks of her like a daughter...

[Image ID: Caption that says, "As the actor playing Momoi, from like a parents' point of view..." End ID]

she is so well loved and i think thats very endearing !!

next up, id like to talk about her character song!!

its a song i like a lot as i feel that it is very wistful... as it's about her feelings regarding how this is the first season where everyone at teikou is apart from each other

As the breeze passes through our summer clothes, looking up the sky and the transparent sunshine The first season since our team split up is coming

the inevitability of the passing of time... how people will change no matter what... the desire to see those you hold dear once again regardless despite painful memories of the past...

The data updates as everyone grows I know that even though we’re apart Though I want to see you soon, next time we’ll be on different benches Making such a complex expression

her wishes not only for everyone to smile together again, but to also join in on the fight... all of the generation of miracles are fighting on the court, and momoi fights in her way with her team !! she's giving it her all as well !! there are people she doesn't want to lose to (seirin & riko especially)

I’m sure in time, the day will come when we can all gather with the smiles I love so much I wonder if it’s hopeless to wish for such a thing Since I intended to always fight together With everyone here

Every time like this with all my might, I’ve also got to give it my all I want to stand in the same place as you

anyways !! i like this song a lot and i like what it shows abt momoi !! i hope u all will consider showing her ur support !!

The Finals!!!

Momoi Satsuki (Kuroko's Basketball) vs, Ichigo Momomiya/Mew Ichigo (Tokyo Mew Mew)

More information under the cut!

Momoi Satsuki: She's got long pink hair, she wears cute skirts, literally put on a whole bikini just to go visit her crush

Propaganda (introduction) and Propaganda (pictures) and Propaganda (pictures) and Propaganda (manga panels) and Propaganda (manga panels) and Propaganda (art) by @aomine-in-gensokyo

Propaganda (pictures) and Propaganda (photoshoot with charms) Propaganda (art) by @catonatrain

Propaganda (pictures) and Propaganda (art) and Propaganda (essay) and Propaganda and Propaganda (art) and Propaganda (art) and Propaganda (art) and by @art-of-firefly

Ichigo Momomiya/Mew Ichigo: She’s pink, loves her boyfriend, works at a maid café.

[byneddiedingo]

Haruko Sugimura in Late Chrysanthemums (Mikio Naruse, 1954) Cast: Haruko Sugimura, Yuko Mochizuki, Chikako Hosokawa, Sadako Sawamura, Hiroshi Koizuma, Ineko Arima, Ken Uehara, Bontaro Miake. Screenplay: Sumie Tanaka, Toshiro Ide, based on stories by Fumiko Hayashi. Cinematography: Masao Tamai. Music: Ichiro Saito. In 1993, writer-director Nora Ephron satirized a prevailing male attitude toward "women's pictures" in Sleepless in Seattle. When the character played by Rita Wilson tears up while recounting the plot of An Affair to Remember (Leo McCarey 1957), Tom Hanks's character dismisses the film as "a chick's movie," and he and Victor Garber's character mock her by bursting into tears while recalling the thoroughly macho ending of The Dirty Dozen (Robert Aldrich, 1957). Although Ephron's film had the downside of reinvigorating the old put-down phrase "chick flick," it also sent video sales and rentals of An Affair to Remember through the roof. The male-female audience split, and the willingness of filmmakers to cash in on it, dates from the days when there were movie theaters within walking distance of almost every neighborhood, and women who worked at home could take a break to watch a movie while the kids were in school. So the "matinee weepie" became a standard product of Hollywood studios, usually focusing on the problems women had with their families and their husbands -- or their lack of families and husbands. In Japan, however, women's problems were compounded by history and rapid social change: The institutions women had learned to adapt to before and during the war were being revolutionized. The constitution drafted during the occupation of Japan in 1946 went perhaps even further to establish the political and social equality of women with men than was common in the United States. The Japanese version of a "woman's picture," Mikio Naruse's Late Chrysanthemums, demonstrates both how liberating and how traumatizing this newfound equality could be for older women by focusing on four former geisha, now in late middle age, past the time when the one skill they had been trained in, pleasing men, could support them. One of the women, Nobu (Sadako Sawamura), has found stability by running a small restaurant. Another, Kin (Haruko Sugimura), had socked away the money she had earned and, never married, now lends money and invests in real estate. But Tomi (Yuko Mochizuki) and Tamae (Chikako Hosokawa), each of whom now has a grown child but no husband, have had harder times. They share a house, but Tomi is addicted to gambling and Tamae is in poor health, which keeps her from earning what she could as a housekeeper in a hotel. Tomi is also upset that her daughter, Sachiko (Ineko Arima), who dresses in modern Western clothes, is marrying an older man, while Tamae frets first about the fact that her son, Kiyoshi (Hiroshi Koizuma), has a mistress and has decided to move to Hokkaido. There's no real plot to Late Chrysanthemums, but instead a concentrated focus on characters and their reactions to a changing world. Kin, for example, is drawn back into the wartime past by the return of two men: Seki ((Bontaro Miake),  with whom she was once so in love that they attempted a double suicide, and Tabe (Ken Uehara), an ex-soldier who was her patron. She spurns Seki, now a derelict ex-con, but eagerly receives the handsome Tabe, only to be disillusioned when it turns out that he only wants to borrow money and gets sloppily drunk. Haruko Sugimura, who was usually cast in rather vinegary roles, like a Japanese Agnes Moorehead, gives a performance of depth and understanding as Kin, but all of the film's performances are richly accomplished.

[r4d1c4ll0v3rb0y]

INTROSSS

Collective:

🪳🌈Names: Kaz, Tomu, Himi, Fumiko, Haruko

🪳🌈System Name: The Loverboy Collective

🪳🌈Pronouns: hx/it/thxy/hy/hym/hxs/song/mew/shark/cut/sharp/knife/gore

🪳🌈 Sexuality: panromantic aceflux hypersexual hyperromantic

🪳🌈 System Origins: traumaendo (traumagenic, some willogenic and altpackgenic headmates)

🪳🌈CisIDs: cisplural, cisADHD, cisautistic, cisAFAB, cisPTSD, cistrauma, chronominor, chronoteen, cisBPD, cisHPD, cisSTPD

🪳🌈TransIDs: transharmful, transharmed, transprogrammer, transprogrammed, transJapanese, transJapaneseculture, alternaDID, transtraumaendo, transseveritytrauma, transgod, transshapeshifter, transquirk, transstrongquirk, transuniverse, cistranscotards, transimmortal, transageless

🪳🌈 Paras: necrophilia, AAM, yanderephilia, autoassasaphilia, autozoophilia, assassaphilia erotophonophilia, sadomasochism, agonophilia, somnophilia, haemotophilia, nyctophilia, shota, loli, lolicon, minor MAP

Frequent Fronters:

#001

🩸🌸 Name: Himiko Toga

🩸🌸 Preferred Name/Nicknames: Himiko, Himi, Mimi, Miko, Mika

🩸🌸 Pronouns: she/they/gore/blood/love/knife

🩸🌸 Gender: demigirl

🩸🌸 Sexuality: hyperromantic, twistedsexual, bisexual, panromantic

🩸🌸 CisIDs: cisyandere, cisJapanese, cisfictive, cisbloodsucker, cisquirk, cisMHAsource, cissourceconnected, cishyperromantic, cisBPD, cisObsessiveLoveDisorder, chronoMinor

🩸🌸 TransIDs: transvampire, transimmortal, transageless, transworshipped, trans - harmful yandere

🩸🌸 Paras: Haemotophilia, AAM, assassaphilia

🩸🌸 Role: fictive, lover (fronts to interact with partners)

🩸🌸 Sources: MHA

🩸🌸 Any Other ID's: loli

#002

💙🎩 Name: Tally

💙🎩 Preferred Name/Nicknames: Tal, The Greatest Showperson Ever, Best Alter 🔥 (last 2 are jokes kind of)

💙🎩 Pronouns: he/they

💙🎩 Gender: demiboy

💙🎩 Sexuality: gay (nwlnw)

💙🎩 CisIDs: cisbluehair, cisfreckled, cisraceless, cisethnicityless, cissourceless, cisbrainmade, cisADHD, cisNPD, cisshowperson, chronoadult

💙🎩 TransIDs: transseverityNPD, transpartrussian, transrussian, Asianflux, ethnicityflux

💙🎩 Paras: MAP

💙🎩 Role: primary gatekeeper

💙🎩 Sources: none (brainmade)

💙🎩 Any Other IDs: nope

#003

❤️🎩 Name: Sako Atsuhiro

❤️🎩 Preferred Name/Nicknames: Hiro, Sako, Mr Compress

❤️🎩 Pronouns: he/him

❤️🎩 Gender: male

❤️🎩 Sexuality: pansexual biromantic greyromantic

❤️🎩 CisIDs: cisquirk, cisvillain, cisMHAsource, cisJapanese, cisfictive, cisHPD, cismagician, chronoadult

❤️🎩 TransIDs: transstrongquirk, transautistic, transcotards, transvigilante, transageless

❤️🎩 Paras: none

❤️🎩 Role: fictive

❤️🎩 Sources: MHA

❤️🎩 Any Other IDs: none

#004

🏳️‍🌈 Name: Kayleb

🏳️‍🌈 Preferred Name/Nicknames: Kay, Kayda, Kayden (honestly anything but Kayleb)

🏳️‍🌈 Pronouns: they/it/hy/hxm

🏳️‍🌈 Gender: agender, non-binary, transfemasc, transman, transwoman

🏳️‍🌈 Sexuality: pansexual, aromantic, hypersexual

🏳️‍🌈 CisIDs: cistrauma, cispartialintroject, cisbrunette, cisAMAB, cissourceseparated, cisfempresentingenby, cisdepression, cisNPD, cisHPD, chronoMinor

🏳️‍🌈 TransIDs: transadult, transgod, transBPD

🏳️‍🌈 Paras: AAM

🏳️‍🌈 Role: Sexual protector, physical persecutory protector (essentially a protector who can accidentally go "overboard" or act like a persecutor in some ways)

🏳️‍🌈 Sources: introject of an abuser (very, very source disconnected now)

🏳️‍🌈 Any Other ID's: nope

#005

🦴 Name: Mike

🦴 Preferred Name/Nicknames: Mikey, Mike, Mika, Penny

🦴 Pronouns: he/she/they/it

🦴 Gender: transfemasc, bigender

🦴 Sexuality: bisexual, aroflux

🦴 CisIDs: cissourceless, cisbrownhair, cisbrainmade, cisAMAB, cisharmed, cisanxiety, cisbullied, cishated, cisBPD

🦴 TransIDs: none

🦴 Paras: none

🦴 Role: primary protector, emotional protector

🦴 Sources: none :D

[yama-bato]

Fumiko Takeda

http://www.natsume-books.com/list_photo.php?id=270469

[adarlingwrites]

Dormouse

Summary:

After playing a game with two of The Beach's most dangerous members, the dormouse gets her tail caught by a tiger's paw.

He’ll make a wildcat out of her.

CW/TW: Non-con elements courtesy of Niragi

II

I never promised you an open heart or charity / I never wanted to abuse your imagination / I come with knives

“Game Start!”

Yamane shoves Sato behind a pillar, looking over her shoulder.

“Stay here and don’t move until I get back,” she instructs the younger girl, and Sato vehemently shakes her head.

“No! Don’t leave me, I don’t want to die,” she wails, and Yamane covers her mouth with her hand.

“They’ll hear you if you keep whining like that!” Yamane scolds her, panic rousing in her gut. She knows she’s being selfish; the kid is dead weight at this point. “We can’t stay together. If someone with a gun finds the two of us in the same spot, we’ll both die.”

Tears are streaming down the preteen’s face. Yamane’s expression softens, but she remains firm. “You have to trust me. Our chances of survival is higher this way. Stay hidden, and wait for the thirty minutes to run out. I’ll look for my own spot to hide in. Let those three take care of the other team. If the enemy finds you, don’t hesitate to fight back.”

With a reluctant nod, Sato finally relents. Yamane takes off her shades and places them in Sato’s shirt pocket.

“These are my lucky shades. I’ve gotten out of sticky situations while I had these on me. Hold on to them.”

Looking somewhat reassured, Sato wipes her tears away and nods. Turning her back on the preteen, Yamane slinks away to find a spot of her own. She quietly thanked herself for wearing dark clothes all the time. It makes it easier for her to blend in the dark. The only source of illumination in the arena are the futuristic neon lights.

“You’re being selfish,” a voice in her head berates her, but she presses on. Her survival comes first.

“Twenty minutes remaining.”

Loud shots reverberated in the enclosed space. The man with the rifle was randomly firing, making his presence known where he goes, almost daring the enemy team to seek him out. He sounds like he’s having fun and Yamane’s stomach turns. He’s enjoying the hunt.

On the scoreboard, one of the delinquents’ images got crossed out with a red X. At that point, Yamane felt relieved to be sorted with the dangerous men. She wouldn’t want to be in their line of fire.

“Team A has four players remaining.”

Then, Yamane hears the voices of the remaining delinquents.

“Man, that guy is a psycho! We have no chance against him and those other two crazy sons of bitches. We have to look for the girls,” one of them whispers, the trembling in his voice making his fear apparent.

“Shit, you’re right. They’re the weakest links, especially the kid.”

“Are we really okay with killing girls and kids?”

“Idiot. It’s either us, or them. We should take them out, then take out the weakest of the three. Then let’s hide from the two remaining psychos. As long as there are more of us than them at the end, we would survive.”

Yamane curses internally. They’re actively seeking her and Sato out now. She needs to find the men with the bracelets and rely on them for protection. That’s the only way for her and Sato to survive. Her street smarts can only get her so far.

“Fifteen minutes remaining.”

Waiting for the boys to pass, Yamane crouches and quietly moves from cover to cover, following the sound of gunfire. She makes a turn right, and comes face to face with one of the three men.

“You,” she whispers. “Hey, the boys are planning to target-”

With a loud bang, the man falls from a gunshot to the back, revealing the middle-aged man holding the smoking gun. On the scoreboard, the man’s face gets crossed out with a red X.

“Team B has four players remaining.”

“Shit!”

Yamane rolls to her side, narrowly avoiding being shot herself. Her bruised shoulder collides with one of the walls, and she holds back a curse, whimpering from the pain. Crawling, she rolls and sees the fallen man’s pistol, and she makes a mad scramble to grab it before hiding behind cover again.

As she crawled to cover, her wallet falls out of her skirt’s pocket.

Listening for the middle-aged man’s footsteps, Yamane leans against the cover, and when he’s near enough, she gets out of cover to fire, only for the gun to emit a soft click instead of a gunshot. The magazine is empty.

Instincts kicking in, Yamane yells as she tackles the man before he can fire his gun to her face. Still holding the empty pistol, she bashes the man in the head, over and over, until it was a bloody, unrecognizable mess. Hands shaking, Yamane puts the pistol down, and covers her mouth with her blood-stained fingers, looking at the corpse in disbelief.

Yamane killed someone.

The middle-aged man’s portrait gets struck. “Team A has three players remaining.”

Footsteps approaches from behind and she hears a laugh that seems to mock her.

“My my, looks like the mouse knows how to fight back after all,” the man with the facial piercings comments, stopping to admire Yamane’s handiwork.

Before she can retort, she hears Sato’s cries.

“Oneesan! Help!” the preteen sobbed, voice strained.

“Ten minutes remaining.”

As fast as her feet can take her, Yamane sprints towards the sound, taking her daggers out of their holsters. Desperate, she cries for Sato’s name, not caring if she gave away her position anymore.

While Yamane looks for the other girl in a frenzy, the man with the piercing notices the small black square near one of the pillars. He picks it up, and opens the wallet up. A few 100 yen bills and coins are nestled in it, along with Yamane’s IDs, one of which is her My Number card.

On it is some of her personal details. Minami Yamane. Born March 3, 1998.

And below that is her full address.

“Fumiko!” Yamane calls out.

“Oneesan!”

“Fumiko where are you?!”

“Please, save me!”

“Fumiko! Fumiko?”

There was no answer.

“Team B has three players remaining.”

Feet skidding as she turned a corner, Yamane saw the back of the delinquent boy, his bat, and Sato’s lifeless body on the ground, her neck twisted into an unnatural angle. Yamane didn’t have to look at the scoreboard to know that she’s dead.

“Five minutes remaining.”

“Well, that was easy,” the delinquent boy muttered, no hint of remorse in his voice. “One of the weak links is gone. Now for the other girl.”

Yamane didn’t know what came over her. She only knew this girl for a day, and she didn’t even want to keep her around, but hearing what that boy said about the two of them made her body shake with indignation. Then, something echoes in her mind, a memory from the decrepit pits of her childhood.

“Minami, you’re always the weakest link in this family.”

Screaming, Yamane charges at the boy and jumps on his back, her twin daggers sinking into his chest. With a strangled cry, the boy tries to shake her off, but Yamane holds on for dear life.

“Weak link’s right here, you piece of shit!”

“Three minutes remaining.”

Crying out in agony, the boy tries to shake Yamane off of his back, to no avail. Trying to dislodge at least one of the daggers, Yamane needed to finish him off so they could win. It doesn’t budge.

Then, she hears the gunshots and the slice of a blade, accompanied with screams of terror. Simultaneously, the other two delinquents’ portraits get struck.

“Team A has one player left.”

Relief flooding through her, Yamane will just have to wait this out. Or so she thought.

The struggling boy punches her injured shoulder, and Yamane lets out a cry, letting go of one of the daggers. In a last-ditch attempt to take her with him, the boy rams himself backward, bashing Yamane against the wall.

The mouse screws her eyes shut and endures the pain. They’re guaranteed to win now. She just needs to hold on. With another thump, Yamane crashes against the wall again, her bad shoulder colliding with it, pain blooming in the area once more, and she lets out a blood-curdling wail.

“Give it up, you bastard! Your team’s lost anyway,” she screams, pushing the dagger further into the boy’s chest.

“One minute remaining.”

“All my friends are dead, you stupid bitch! They’re dead! They’re fucking dead and I’ll be dead! But I’m taking you with me!”

Before the boy can crash against the wall again, slender fingers pull his hair, forcing him into a bow, and a katana slices through the boy’s neck, decapitating him. The blade misses Yamane’s forehead by mere inches; strands of her hair fell from her face.

Blood spurts everywhere, painting everything in the vicinity red, including Yamane’s face.

Holding the sword is the tattooed man, looking at Yamane with an intensity that halted her breath.

“Team A has no players remaining. Team B wins! Game clear. Congratulations!”

Pulling his blade back with little effort, the tall man didn’t say anything as the delinquent’s body slumped to the floor, taking Yamane with him. Pushing the dead weight off, Yamane retrieves the daggers from his chest with difficulty due to her trembling fingers and injured shoulder. She tucks them in her holsters, and shakily gets to her feet, looking at the severed head in horror.

Yamane tears her eyes away from the corpse, and turns to the person responsible for killing the delinquent. “Thank you,” she whispers to the tattooed man. He doesn’t utter a word to her. Yamane then gives him a deep bow, and limps away. She can feel his gaze burning her back once again.

On the scoreboard, a tally of their score was shown. The synthetic voice crackles over the speaker, announcing their score.

“Suguru Niragi. Two kills. Last Boss. Two kills. Minami Yamane. One kill, one kill assist.”

“Not bad.”

Yamane turns to who spoke, and it was the guy with the facial piercings, his lips almost touching the shell of Yamane’s right ear. She looks to her left, and the man with the tattoos is standing there too, sizing her up.

A warm tongue drags against her cheek, coupled with the cold sensation of a barbell piercing. This man just licked her. This man just licked blood off of her face.

“See you soon, mousy,” Niragi whispers, and smirks.

Paralyzed, Yamane could only tremble in her spot as she watched them walk away. The one with the piercings is toting his gun over his shoulder once again, striding confidently away from the arena, but the one with the hooded cloak and sword looks back at her, inscrutable.

“Last Boss, let’s go,” the one with the gun calls out to his companion, and Last Boss turns his back on Yamane, shuffling to the exit.

“What the fuck just happened,” Yamane whimpers to herself.

Taking tentative steps, she goes over to Sato’s corpse. The poor girl died with her eyes open. Gently, Yamane closed her eyes with her palm, and tears were threatening to escape her own. Then, her eyes wander to the shades she gave her. She picks those up, and begins to walk out of the arena.

If she were being honest with herself, Yamane is lonely, and having Sato around even just for a brief moment helped quell the loneliness.

With Sato’s dead, she’s all alone once again.

“You’re not lucky at all,” Yamane sneers, throwing the shades down the sidewalk and crushing it with her boot. Then, she starts the miserable trek home.

Exhausted, she pushes her apartment door open, and sees her reflection in the mirror as she removes her boots on the genkan. Bloody, bruised, and a total disaster, Yamane wanted to shatter her reflection on the glass, though her body is too tired to act on the impulse.

Stripping to her underwear, Yamane tossed her bloody clothes aside. “The blood is going to be a bitch to wash off,” she thinks. Cleaning herself off as much as she can, the mouse crashes on the couch, groaning as her injured shoulder bumped against the ear. She gives it a quick rub, looking for something to ease the pain, and she sees the box dye on the table.

Memories of the previous day move her to tears.

Sato was a stranger. She shouldn’t be shedding tears for her. It’s the harsh reality of this world: anyone can die. Yamane did the best she could to keep her safe, and she wasn’t even obligated to protect her in the first place.

Still, Yamane finds herself questioning if this girl’s death is her fault.

Sniffling, Yamane chokes on some painkillers and pulls the blanket over her head, which still smells like Sato’s cologne, too tired to move to her bed. She drifted to sleep with tears in her eyes.

Yamane is alive, and that’s all that matters. She’ll take what she can get.

There were no nightmares about the hellish things she had seen today, thankfully.

A sharp pain in her shoulder forces Yamane awake the next morning. In a hurry, she goes to the bathroom and sees it, the large purple bruise, tender to the touch, and her bone popping out of her shoulder socket.

The adrenaline from last night must’ve made her numb to her dislocated shoulder. It’s worse than she thought.

Though the previous game had given her extra days for her to rest, Yamane isn’t sure if she could heal completely before the next one. Even worse, a dislocated shoulder needs to be popped back into place. Though the injured one is her left shoulder, her non-dominant one, her mobility will still be affected.

Perhaps a trip to the pharmacy for more painkillers would help. Yamane made a mental note to look for the strong prescription drugs as well.

In the middle of getting dressed, she heard footsteps outside her apartment.

“Oh mousy! I know you’re in there!”

That voice belonged to the man with the piercings, Niragi.

“Holy shit, how did he find me?! What does he want?!”

Sweat is starting to form on Yamane’s brow, and she takes a quick note of her surroundings. Attempting to fight him might get her killed. Hiding in the bathroom would get her cornered. Her only escape would be the balcony fire exit. Yamane didn’t even bother finishing getting dressed and hauled her bag over her good shoulder, slinking as quietly as possible to the balcony as the pounding on her door grew louder.

The mouse came face to face with the tip of a sword.

Last Boss is standing on her balcony, and Yamane stumbled backward as he advanced. Behind her, she heard gunshots and the door being kicked open. The other man must’ve shot the lock.

A rat in a cage once again, Yamane found herself cornered at the edge of her bedroom by the men.

“Niragi, what should we do with the mouse?”

That was the first time Yamane heard Last Boss say anything. Niragi only snickers in response.

“How did you two find me?” Yamane asks, knees almost bucking from fear.

Retrieving something from his pocket, Last Boss takes out a black square. Yamane recognizes it as her wallet, eyes widening. The man opens it and takes out Yamane’s ID, before tossing the wallet aside.

“We didn’t expect that you’ll kill anyone yesterday, mousy,” Niragi taunts, pointing the barrel of his gun to Yamane’s chest. “Too bad you’re too slow to save your little sister. Who’ll watch your back now?”

Eyes widening in disbelief, Yamane gives him a cold glare.

“You’re making a lot of assumptions. She’s not my sister, and I can take care of myself, as I’ve shown you yesterday,” she replies, boldly, though her knees are shaking.

“Look at her, putting a brave face for us. How cute,” Niragi comments, turning to the tattooed man.

While Niragi was looking at his companion, Yamane bolted, but spindly fingers caught her and gave her injured shoulder a painful squeeze. Last Boss forces the mouse to her knees, and she stifles a broken cry. Niragi squeezes her jaw and makes her look at him.

“You are going to do as we say if you want to live,” Niragi hisses, dragging his tongue against Yamane’s cheek. “Stand up.”

Yamane doesn’t need to be told twice, with a sword and a gun pointed at her. “What do you want from me?”

“We want you,” Last Boss speaks up, pointing the sword to Yamane’s chin, and tilting it.

Yamane blinks a few times, and terror settles into her gut. Fighting would be futile, and so is fleeing. Freezing might only provoke them further. So Yamane does what she does best: fawn. Try to please them to avoid conflict and further trauma, just like she used to do long ago.

“Just as I thought. Men don’t change, even in this strange world, it seems.”

Taking a deep breath, Yamane reaches behind her back to unclasp her bra, and sheds the black skirt around her waist, leaving the two men staring in disbelief.

“Take what you want and get out of my apartment, then.”

While Niragi bursts out laughing and paces the room, Last Boss freezes, looking at her from head to toe with his mouth open. Bare and vulnerable, Yamane dared to raise her head, looking the tattooed man in the eye.

“Just do what you want to me then leave me alone!”

“Hold on, hold on,” Niragi almost wheezes, patting Last Boss’ back.

“Baby, if you want a good fucking, we certainly wouldn’t mind,” Niragi croons, his hand moving to fondle one of Yamane’s breasts. “But we’re not here for that yet. We’re taking you someplace nice.”

Furrowing her brow, Yamane covers her chest with her hands. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“After that stunt you pulled yesterday, we think the chief would like to have you onboard.”

“And what if I refuse?”

“You can’t refuse,” Niragi croons, his breath puffing against her cheek. That damned tongue flicks out of his mouth again, like a snake. The pattern on his shirt made Yamane associate him with the treacherous creature further. Niragi cocks his gun and points it to the woman’s chin. “Not with your injuries, you can’t. So what will it be, mousy?”

Looking at the two men back and forth, and weighing her options one last time in her head, Yamane gives them a relenting sigh. “Fuck. Fine. Let me get dressed. I don’t have a choice, don’t I?”

Pulling his rifle back, Niragi smirks. “Good girl. Watch her. We wouldn’t want our mouse to get away.”

As Niragi exits the room, the other man keeps his sword pointed at Yamane at all times as she picks up her clothes, his eyes not leaving her, but they roam at the expanse of skin. Yamane isn’t oblivious, and she’s not a virgin either; she knows where his eyes are going. Though he’s eccentric, or maybe outright insane, Yamane had seen that look before on faces of inexperienced boys she toyed with in high school.

“You could at least pretend that this isn’t your first time seeing a real woman naked, you know,” Yamane dares to chide him as she struggled to put her bra on. As she pulls her skirt up, cold, slender fingers close around the back of her neck, and Yamane tenses up, like a rodent trapped under a tiger’s paw.

“If you want to stay conscious, keep quiet.”

The grip he has on her neck is enough to make Yamane light-headed. Giving him two short nods, Yamane does as she’s told, and the pressure on her neck dissipates.

The mouse had decided that she’ll no longer attempt to piss this tiger off.

Sword pointed at her back, she descended the stairs, and Last Boss tosses her in the back of a car; a working car, to Yamane’s surprise. Niragi sits in the passenger’s seat, while a woman Yamane had never seen before is behind the steering wheel.

The woman looks at her through the rearview mirror and scoffs. “This is the thing you want to bring back to the boss? She looks like a wimp who raided a Harajuku goth store.”

Niragi chuckles, and from the corner of Yamane’s eyes, Last Boss is giving her one of his blank, wide-eyed stares.

“Just shut up and drive, Saiko. She’s our new pet mouse. That piece of shit that died in the game yesterday needs a replacement anyway. I think she has potential.”

“You can’t even refer to me by my name,” Yamane spits, making Saiko raise an eyebrow in amusement. “What makes you think that you have that dominion over me?”

“What a feisty pet you have,” Saiko comments offhandedly, eyes on the road.

All it took is Last Boss pointing his katana at her again for her to hold her tongue. Resentment roils in her gut at his power over her. Giving him a dirty look, the mouse crosses her arms and sulks in her seat.

“See what I mean?” Niragi chuckles. “We have her under a leash.”

“So, what’s your name?” Saiko asks her.

“...Yamane. Minami Yamane.”

Head bowed, Yamane grits her teeth as Niragi laughs. “See? Calling her a mouse is appropriate,” Niragi exclaims, placing his hands behind his head and leaning against the car seat. “Such a cute little dormouse, all trembling and afraid even after she beat a guy to death.”

Yamane didn’t say anything about his teasing, or ask him anything stupid, instead shooting for the important questions.

“Where are you even taking me?”

“The Beach.”