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A “sister post” to the one where i discussed my objectives with Craft Mausoleum…this one is to show some things I myself have made! My knitting pictures are just ripped from my Ravelry account lol. I made a separate one for sewing, here.

From top to bottom, left to right: Reykjavik Soft by Meiju Kallio; Robinia Sweater by Anne Ventzel; The Witching Hour by Hannah Mann; Auri Shirt by Johanna Schutz.

Other knitting: The Doodler by Stephen West; Heirloom Quilt Cardigan by Katryn Seeburger (WIP); Alder by Faye Kennington; and a cowl I made using stitch pattern #7 from Hitomi Shida's Japanese Knitting Stitch Bible.

AEW DYNAMITE - Episode 81

(top left) Mox and Eddie Kingston take aim at the Elite

(top right) Hikaru Shida defends the AEW Women’s World Championship against Tay Conti

(bottom left) Britt Baker declares herself the new #1 contender to the AEW Women’s World Championship

(bottom right) Darby Allin defends the AEW TNT Championship against Jungle Boy

Lessons

Pairing:  Santana x Fem Reader

Summary: The reader is the Princess of Long Island, now the women's champion in AEW. She had always been cocky and confident, that doubling now that she is champion and when she crosses paths with the Inner Circle, she isn't afraid to speak her mind, but also triggers Santana, her attitude wanting to make him teach her a lesson and put her in her place...

Warnings:  SMUT!! (LIKE A LOT) (18+!!)

Requested by:  Anon (Whoever you are, I hope you enjoy!)

Word Count:  3209

Tag List: @demonqueen29​ @jessiebean00​ @new-zealand-chic​ @crowleysqueenofhell​ @justamess44​ @thatpanpal​ @hungmanhorsecarriage​ @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch​  @linziland13​ @xxx-jazz-xxx @writtingrose​

I DO OWN THIS GIF

Just when we all thought the beef between the Inner Circle and the Pinnacle would die down, it didn't. Which became a nuisance for everyone.

I had just won the AEW women's championship at Double or Nothing. My match should have been the main event! Not all of these childish boys bickering.

Inner Circle had some screen time, celebrating their victory, but of course, MJF tried to ruin that and their little moment ran up part of my time, and little did they know, they made a big mistake because the time they took was mine.

Everyone was a bit confused whenever they heard my music playing, strutting in my red bottom heels and brand-new black, cocktail dress and that new, shiny title over my shoulder.

"Aye, cut my music," I demanded, smiling at all of the men in the ring, all of their eyes on me, "Don't get me wrong. Inner Circle versus Pinnacle. You have had your shining moments. Your stadium stampede match, not bad at all. Nowhere near as good as mine, but not bad."

I was laughing at all of them, they were clearly upset by my words and I wasn't even done yet, sighing:

"You all are talented, but this feud, oh god! It's more stale than Shida's run as women's champion, haha! You guys got to have your Lion King moment at Blood and Guts, you had your pathetic excuse for a stadium stampede match. Now, get the hell out of here."

They all were exchanging looks, in disbelief, but I snapped some sense into them, my inner bitch coming out when I cocked my hip, scoffing, "Did I stutter? The princess of Long Island is here and I am your women's champion. Show some respect, let the real star here shine, and get the hell out of my ring."

Finally, one of them did something, Wardlow sitting on the ropes for me so I could enter the ring.

"Nice to see one of you have manners," I groaned, but smiling at Wardlow, "Thanks, honey."

"Congrats on winning the title," MJF tried to smile at me, but I always saw through his fakeness, just rolling my eyes, taking the center of the ring with my microphone.

I was ready to have my moment, addressing my victory, but Inner Circle was still in the ring and it annoyed me quickly.

"You boys sure are stubborn," I murmured under my breath, but let them have a moment whenever Jericho stepped up to me, saying:

"The princess of Long Island, Y/N! Nice to see that you're an even bigger brat now that you are champion."

Any time someone called me a brat, it never bothered me. I just smiled, being sarcastic like usual when I smiled at Chris:

"Thank you for addressing me by my titles. I really appreciate it. Now Chris, you know what it's like to be a champion here in AEW. You sure had your moments and celebrations while you were the world champ. Let the princess enjoy hers. Now, go make yourself useful and get me a bottle of champagne backstage and not that disgusting thing you call the bubbly."

The crowd had mixed emotions about me, but one thing I did know was that they sure loved it whenever I was making rude comments to someone and embarrassing them. Again, I went to the middle of the ring, expecting them to leave, but I heard behind me:

"Naw, shorty needs to learn a lesson."

Quickly, I turned around to see Santana in front of Chris, clearly pissed off. I didn't back down at all; I was the one to take a step closer, smiling in Santana's face. Even though I was smiling, I was pissed off too.

When I lifted my microphone, my New Yorker accent began to came out, making sure there was plenty of attitude when I scoffed, "I need to learn a lesson?"

"Yeah, you do and I'll gladly put you in your place!" Santana yelled at me, taking Chris's microphone, "We fought like hell at Double or Nothing. We fought for something a lot more important than a title! We-"

"That's exactly your problem!" I yelled interrupting him, all of them listening when I continued, "Here's the thing about wrestling. It's about wrestling and winning championships! Everyone wants to make alliances, make 'families' and that leads to failure! I've been solo my whole career and you see, everywhere I go, I got boys drooling, girls wanting to be me, always being booked, and most importantly, winning titles!"

Santana had nothing to say just yet, but steaming with anger whenever I added:

"For example, other than Chris, when the hell did any of you win a title here in AEW?"

I left a moment of silence, waiting for an answer but there wasn't any.

"Oof," I cringed, "That's what I thought. You guys think you're the shit but in reality, you're a bunch of losers!"

"Losers, my ass!" Santana snapped and seeing how angry he was made me laugh hysterically, but I snapped back into bitch mode, flashing my title, cocking my hip, and flipping my hair.

"My time is very expensive and you boys wasted enough of it. And Santana, you better watch who you're talking to. You're lucky I'm in my red bottoms and this dress or I'd show you how a champion does it right here in this ring."

"Is that right?" Santana smiled, licking his lip and getting in my face.

He was hiding his anger by smiling, but I smiled right back, inches away from his face, if I got any closer our noses would have touched.

"That's right," I whispered, "Unless you want to prove me wrong. Actually, it wouldn't be the first time I wrestled in a dress."

"I got you, girl," Santana smiled, backing away, "You just wait!"

"Don't keep me waiting too long," I smiled back, winking at him, but when I turned to the crowd, I rolled my eyes.

Finally! Finally! I had my time in the ring and I also sat on commentary for one of the women's matches. It annoyed me that Tony tried to keep asking me questions about what just took place between me and the Inner Circle, but I told him to shut up and he listened. Thankfully, Jim told him how he shouldn't piss of royalty.

Right after that match, I went back to my dressing room. A bottle of champagne was truly calling my name. Too much annoyance consumed my mind for the night.

"Y/N," One of the backstage crew members called out, a bottle in his hands when he approached me, "A gift for you."

"No way," I laughed, taking the bottle that was champagne, one of my favorites actually, "That stupid idiot actually got me a bottle!"

"Actually," The member murmured, a bit scared as he did interrupt me a bit, "Here's the note."

I took the note from him, reading it and it said, "From one New Yorker to another."

MJF maybe? I tried thinking of who would have left it behind. After what I said out there, it definitely wasn't anyone in the Inner Circle. Either way, I didn't care. I just took it and went inside my room, demanding from the crew member:

"A Champagne glass. Now."

That member did not hesitate and while in my room, I was just watching the show, opening up the bottle while waiting. After what felt like forever, I heard a knock on my door.

"Finally," I groaned, "It's open!"

That same crew member opened the door, but then someone grabbed it. I couldn't tell who it was, but I saw their hand taking the champagne glass and a small bucket of ice.

"Thanks, but I got it from here."

Santana? Well, I found my fellow New Yorker who gifted me with champagne.

"Aww," I smiled while sitting up, "I only asked for a glass and he also brought me some ice for the bottle. How sweet is that?"

Santana wasn't thrilled to see me and I made sure he didn't get away from my smart comments whenever I stood up, mumbling, "Only if he got here sooner."

Without any words, I took the glass and ice over to the small table where I had the bottle waiting.

"So, you came over here for a reason. Care to tell?" I asked, pouring a glass, "Also, nice choice."

"I already told you out in the ring," Santana sighed, his hands in his pockets while he came around the couch and to the table where I was standing, "Maybe now that you're not on camera with the crowd around you, just maybe your ego won't get to your head."

"You're funny," I whispered, giggling while taking a sip, "Nothing about an ego. I just know my worth."

"Chris was right whenever he called you a brat," He mumbled, becoming annoyed with me, but I stopped beating around the bush.

"As I recall, you said that I need to be taught a lesson," I reminded him, smiling, "It would be a shame if I passed up the offer, but I don't think this would be the place to have a proper wrestling match."

"You really think you can beat me in the ring?" He smirked, thinking I was crazy.

"I know that I can," I smiled, "You think I'm afraid to wrestle a man? I could take that world title off of Omega if I wanted to."

Santana just laughed at me, shaking his head when he said, "You're crazy."

"Not crazy, just very ambitious and self-confident. What's wrong with that?" I asked, cocking an eyebrow, "No matter what 'lesson' you teach me-"

I was sure we both knew what was going to happen next, so I made the first move, getting close to him like when we were in the ring, just inches away from one another, finishing with:

"It's not going to change a thing."

There was no fighting the smile that was creeping onto my face when Santana got even closer, towering over me but still keeping direct eye contact, leaning his head down a little, our noses almost touching when he whispered:

"You sure about that?"

"We just went through this. Go ahead. Try to prove me wrong," I chuckled, seeing him shake a little when I picked up my leg, my thigh running between both of his, whispering, "But be careful how you hold me. I'm not just a princess, I'm a weapon."

All of the tension between us shattered like glass, about dropping my glass whenever his lips hit mine like a truck. There was no way I could deny it, he was a damn good kisser and it drove me crazy, taking him by surprise when I pushed him against the wall.

His hands were tugging at my dress, pulling it above my hips. I was smiling more when I felt his large, warm hands sliding down, taking two handfuls of my ass, biting my lip, and making me gasp hard when he planted a firm, swift smack on my ass.

It had me breathing heavily and it fired me up. I took two handfuls of his shirt, whispering against his lips, "Damn, you trying to make me cum already?"

"You like that?" Santana smiled, getting a moan out of me when he hit me with another one.

After that one, I snapped, wanting to get down and dirty. His eyes were locked on me, smiling when I stepped out of my panties, letting my dress fall, staying in my heels.

"You must not have listened when I told you that I'm a weapon," I huffed, ready to go back to him, but he came at me, throwing off his jacket, sitting me on the back of the couch, his shirt going next, hands at his jeans when I pulled him by his shoulders into another kiss.

I hopped down from the couch the moment I saw his briefs, getting a good look for myself, liking what I saw, making the rush in me pick up the speed.

"I'm not known for being speechless, but damn," I chuckled, my hand stroking his cock softly, watching him bite his lip.

He let me have my own little moment of fun, but immediately after, he took me by the wrist, twirling me around so that I was facing the couch, bending me over it. The anticipation was killing me; Santana adding to it with every move he made, his hand around my throat, bringing my head back a little so he could whisper in my ear:

"It's time you learn your lesson."

"This seems like a very fun lesson if you ask me-" I chuckled, but ended up breathless, gasping for a moment, then biting my lip.

I felt his crown pop into me, having to stretch me wide with every inch that slid up, which was a good bit, hitting every sensitive part along my walls. I had to bite my lip hard, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of hearing me truly moan just yet.

"Got nothing smart to say now huh?" He snickered, thrusting into me hard, keeping his hips pinned against me and that made the moans I was holding back jump out, "Come on, I know you have a loud mouth."

"Got damn you," I whispered under my breath, closing my eyes and just taking in the crazy good feeling, it becoming hard to handle how he was bottoming me out already.

It was hard to believe how hard and fast he could go for so long, my hands gripping onto the end of the couch, trying to rock my hips back into him, but his pace was a bit too fast for me, his hands at my hips, sliding down to my thighs a bit, squeezing them hard with each thrust.

Again, I tried rocking back into him and when I did, his crown went past my sweet spot, making my legs shake like hell, bending over a little further, burying my face in the couch cushion.

Of course, he had to add to it, slapping my ass hard, then taking my hair, pulling my head back.

"Trying to hide something?" He huffed, laughing a bit, but burying himself deep, making me moan out so loudly, barely pulling his hips back, then pounding into me, growling in my ear, "Everyone in this damn building is going to hear you screaming my name. There ain't no hiding it, Y/N."

I was already a moaning mess, but there was one thing I wasn't doing and that was saying his name. With the mindset I have, I didn't want to give him that satisfaction, but that mindset was broken.

Being in heels definitely didn't help my legs, they were still shaking like hell, Santana's hand still pulling at my hair when he leaned back, pulling his cock all the way down and slamming every inch back.

"Fuck Santana!" I cried out, not even trying to fight it anymore.

"Huh?" He huffed, pulling back on me a little more so that I was almost standing, "I couldn't hear you."

I could feel tears form a bit from the way every nerve in my body was burning. My whole body burning like a wildfire. All of the heat coiling up in my core, the burning making my knees weak; I was barely able to stand up and if that wasn't enough, my ass received another swift smack. It made me smile, my ass tingling and I could feel it steaming.

"You're fucking amazing, Santana," I praised, smiling with more moans, but he had me right back to whining and nearly screaming, using his foot to move my legs, spreading them a little wider, bringing me up all the way, his chest against my back.

My body was ready to fall like a game of Jenga, his hand sliding down my inner hip and rubbing my clit rapidly, his hips still rolling, using his forearm to push mine down, making his crown go even deeper. I was sure he was at my lower stomach, that's where I felt all of the impact.

All I could do was whine and moan helplessly, my walls beginning to pulsate hard and I was ready to let it all go, let my orgasm run free, but he started slowing down.

"Santana," I whined, trying to move my hips, "Don't do this to me."

"I'm not fully convinced that you learned your lesson," Santana scoffed, "But I'm about to find out."

He began to give me slow thrusts, but every single one was hard, still able to keep the sense of my orgasm around, almost triggering it, but not letting it happen. Sharp whines fell from my lips with every thrust, his hand still at my clit.

"Please, Santana," I asked, trying not to sound like I was begging, but that's what he wanted.

"Huh?" He teased, beginning to pick up his pace a little more, "I'm having a hard time hearing you. Especially with you moaning like that."

He knew I was ready to snap. I tried to fight it, but with every thrust, every moan, I was becoming desperate, his ungodly speed bringing my orgasm right back again and I didn't want it going anywhere; So, I gave him what he wanted.

"Please just-" I began, having to swallow my pride, "Please just let me cum, Santana. Please, please."

"That's all you had to do," He whispered, bending me over the couch again, lifting one of my legs and going so hard, but finally, with a super tight clench of my walls, wrapped around him so tight, I could feel every part of his cock slide up and when his crown went past my sweet spot again, I actually let out a loud scream.

"Oh, my fuc-" I cried, holding onto one of his hands for dear life, "Santana!"

My body was going crazy, shaking and tensing up at the same time. Santana actually helped a bit when he held me by the sides, feeding me some softer thrusts while all of the wet heat just fell out onto him, still getting some faint moans out of me while I was trying to catch my breath.

"Told you I was going to put you in your place," Santana chuckled, but I just ignored his comment for now.

My brain felt like it was lagging, my body ready to just drop and I even admitted that when I whispered, "And I thought wrestling was rough."

Santana heard me and laughed, leaning down, teasing me, "Aww, the princess can't take a few rough strokes?"

"I'm still standing ain't I?" I smirked, fighting through the shaking and standing up, "In red bottoms too."

"They ain't as red as your ass though," He noted, stroking my ass where he slapped it, and even, I laughed at it.

"I will admit," I sighed, swallowing my pride, looking back at him to say, "Maybe you did actually teach me a lesson."

"Trust me, whether if you admit it or not," Santana smiled, lighting tapping my ass again, kissing me when he whispered, "I know I did."

this post is super long i'm sorry in advance...

i got curious so i was looking up stuff about Iwanuma City bc bakuten brain rot is wild and i found an article that said bakuten "is part of a three part plan called Zutto Ouen Project 2011 + 10.. (ずっとおうえん。プロジェクト 2011+10…) These anime are about the affected areas of the Great Tohoku Earthquake and will be aired on Fuji TV to try to help promote the affected areas." source

so i got super fascinated and looked up more of the Zutto Ouen Project. The article I looked at said, "The three major projects are not directly related. But they all take place in either Fukushima, Miyagi, or Iwate prefectures in the Tohoku region." source These prefectures were all specifically affected by the 2011 tsunami and earthquake. The projects are as follows:

Bakuten!!

Miyagi Prefecture

for those finding this post that aren't in the bakuten fandom, bakuten is a 12 episode sports anime about men's rhythmic gymnastics (there is also a movie coming soon)

The first episode was released in April 2021

Can be streamed on crunchyroll

Misaki no Mayoiga

Iwate Prefecture

this one is a movie based on a novel by Sachiko Kashiwaba

Released on August 2021

I can’t find a streaming service that officially has a sub or dub, but if anyone knows of one please let me know (i am not above watching bootleg versions)

Hula Fulla Dance

Fukushima Prefecture

this is a movie about a girl who works at a hawaiian spa in fukushima

This was released 10 days ago in Japan (on Dec 3, 2021)

I also can’t find a streaming service that this is on in the US, but it was released very recently so I’m not sure if there will be or not.

i will definitely have to go watch the two movies now.

it gets bakuten specific from this point on btw

the project is specifically to promote tourism to those prefectures to help rebuild the economy which is super cool but it also allows for some easter eggs and culture to show up in/for bakuten

• it's why we get this image of the boys in this specific outfit, which was already explained in this post by paul

• also in episode 7, during the flashback where the third years are talking to shida in a small restaurant, there's a little doll in the bottom left corner. that doll is actually Iwanuma's PR character, Kakarichou

i'm sure there's a ton more easter eggs but that's all i could find offhand (i might go rewatch the whole show just to try to find more easter eggs like this)

but it got me thinking, a lot of animes use real life places as a basis for their scenery, especially sports animes, and since this sports anime in particular is meant to show off miyagi, there's probably very specific locations used in bakuten that shouldn't be too hard to find images of online. and i was right.. a quick google search of iwanuma city got me these things:

*disclaimer: there is no actual proof that i can find of this, this is just my own best guess based on basic googling so if i'm incorrect don't be surprised. that being said, i'm pretty confident in what i found.

millennium hope hills

takekoma shrine (from the art above)

the path that shida is always walking on

there's definitely more places i could find if i looked hard enough. it's 4am when i'm making this though, and i have finals tomorrow, so i will have to look next week. that being said, someone remind me that i want to try to find: sekiou university (where they use the mat), the place where they have the competitions, maybe the high school (but i imagine this will be particularly difficult), and the goose wall (this one may be impossible but if it exists i have to know).

on top of all that, i found out that the characters names (last name specifically) are all actual towns and cities and places in the tohoku region. a lot of them are places in miyagi specifically (though not all of them).

i double checked all of them. both teams.

most of them are cities, towns, districts, etc. not all of them though. ryugamori is a mountain. azuma is a mountain range.

anyway thats all i am allowing myself to look up right now since i need sleep

Welcome Home Part 4

Summary: Winter is here. Peyton has her match against Shida, Kenny has his match against Moxley, Brandi shares some information with Peyton.

Pairings: Cody Rhodes x OFC (Sister), Brandi Rhodes x OFC (sister), Kenny Omega x OFC

WARNINGS: 18+, explicit language, allusions to smut, a heated make out sesh, heel turn.

Word: 1,957

A/N: y'all i'm sorry this took so long. I hope this is as good as the other parts. <3

Tonight was the night. “Winter is Coming” had an action packed card. There was a rumor going around that someone was making their AEW debut, but only a certain few knew who. (Here's a hint: IT'S STIIIIIIIIIING).

My match against Shida was after Cody’s tag match with Darby against Team Taz. Brandi and I watched the AEW Dynamite Diamond Ring Battle Royal as I prepped, put my gear on and stretched. I rolled my eyes watching as MJF weaseled his way into a win. “One day, Wardlow is going to kick his ass.” I bet as I turned to Brandi. She nodded in agreement. She had been acting different lately. “You alright, sis? You seem off.” I asked her, genuinely concerned.

Brandi looked around the office space we were in, before getting up to close the door. “You can’t say anything, especially to Cody.” She made me promise before continuing. She was starting to scare me. “I’m pregnant.” She beamed, pulling a scan photo out of her bag.

My jaw dropped, eyes wide open. “I’m gonna be an aunt again?!” I all but squealed, taking the black and white photo from her. “Brandi, that’s so exciting! I know how much you guys have been wanting this.” She enveloped me in a hug.

“I haven’t came up with the best way to tell Cody yet, but it’s gonna be this weekend. So, you won’t have to keep the secret for long.” Brandi was positively glowing. This was the best news to get right before my match.

“Thank you for trusting me. I can’t believe this. It’s gonna bring me good luck, I just know it.” I smiled, hugging her again. A knock on the door pulled us back to the night at hand. “It’s open.” I yelled.

It was Cody. “You’re up, Pey.” He said as he walked in over to Brandi. “Hi, honey.” He whispered sweetly, giving her a kiss. I mock-gagged telling them to get a room before I left. It was time; My time.

A twenty minute long, extremely physical match later and I did it. By the skin of my teeth, I was able to get Shida in a roll up. For good measure, I used the bottom rope to my advantage, leveraging more pressure on the pin. Luckily, Rick Knox didn’t see it.

“Here is your winner, and new AEW Women’s Champion, The Dream Killer, Peyton Rhodes.” Justin bellowed into the microphone. The crowd was split between cheers and boos. Tony had met me at the stage.

“Peyton, any comment on the match?” He asked, obviously hinting at the rope thing. I smiled and shook my head.

“What Tony? You mean the match I just won? The one where I became champion? I think it went great.” I flashed him a toothy grin.

“But the rop-”

I cut him off. “Let me stop you right there, Schiavone. I don’t know what you’re talking about. I won that match, fair and square, with blood, sweat, and tears.” I growled into the mic, “Excuse me, I have a celebration to plan.” I stalked off down the heel tunnel. I only had about fifteen minutes before spot with Jon and Kenny.

Shit, I thought. I almost forgot about the conversation a couple of weeks ago. When Cody said he wanted me to turn on Jon, really solidify my heel turn, I didn’t think he’d want me to help take his title. Tony Khan wanted Kenny and I to play a ‘Power Couple’, basically take over the show.

I quickly changed out of my ring gear, back into my street clothes. The black skinny jeans were distressed and paired well with the grey tank top and tight leather vest I had pulled over it. My feet were clad in black combat boots.

I stood at the Gorilla monitors, watching Kenny’s match. I was still feeling high from winning my match and becoming AEW Women’s champion. I was waiting for my cue from Kenny to rush out. The last few weeks, Kenny had been dropping hints that he was turning heel. Tonight, I was sealing that turn and helping him win the AEW title.

Kenny had climbed to the top rope, looking like he was about to attempt a moonsault, but Jon rushed him. Kenny noticed and jumped to the outside of the ring. I gasped, worried he had landed wrong on his knee. Only relaxing once I saw him jump back up on the apron. Jon hit him with a forearm, knocking him off balance long enough for Jon to slide out of the ring and pull a foot out from under him.

Kenny went face first into the apron. Jon grabbed him, looking like he was going for the paradigm shift, but did a slightly awkward snapdragon into a speaker. Kenny laid there, defenseless. I grabbed my mic, and got ready to run out onto the stage. The ref was trying to keep Jon back, while the ringside medic checked on Kenny.

More referees came out to assess Kenny, and I could tell Jon was getting pissed. He stalked back over and tossed the extras out of the way, trying to get to Kenny. Jon rolled him back into the ring and began pounding on his head. Kenny brought his hands up to protect his head, shooting a signal that only I knew to look out for.

I rushed out the heel tunnel, mic in hand. “Jon, stop. Please, stop.” I begged as I got closer to the ropes. Jon paused, confused as to why I was out there. “He’s down, Mox, stop.”

He moved off of Kenny, walking over to me. “What the hell are you doing?” He asked, throwing his hands up. He turned his back to me, doing Kenny’s signature finger gun gesture. I reached over the top rope, grabbing at his shoulder. He turned angrily, causing me to jump back, strategically dropping the mic into the ring for Kenny. “Get out of here, Peyton!” Jon yelled at me before turning back to Kenny.

I had the referee distracted long enough for Kenny to grab the mic, and smack Jon in the head with it. He had busted Jon wide open, the blood staining his face. Kenny pulled down his knee pad, hitting a V Trigger one, two, three, four times. I was sure Jon was unconscious. Kenny pushed him into a corner, fatigue settling in. He used the turnbuckle as leverage to lift Jon up, preparing for a One Winged Angel. He slammed Jon into the mat with such force, that the entire ring shook. Kenny grabbed one leg, all but laying over Jon, pinning him.

“Here is your winner, and NEW AEW world heavyweight champion, Kenny Omega.” Justin Roberts announced, and the crowd booed. I slid into the ring, taking the title from the ref, giving it to Kenny. I went to raise his hand, instead Kenny pulled me close. One of his hands grabbed the back of my head, pulling me toward him. I froze as his lips met mine. Quickly, after recovering from the shock, I pulled away. Kenny kept me close as he raised the belt. My mind still blank from the kiss, he moved us towards the rope, carefully holding them open for me to step through.

Once we were backstage and out of sight, I turned to face him. “Care to explain what the fuck that was?!” I fumed. Kenny’s face went beet red. He swiped a hand down his face. I knew he was exhausted, but I needed answers.

“Look, I promise I will explain, but Callis has a chopper ready to get me the fuck outta here. Come with me.” He swore, gesturing to the back door. I nodded and let him lead me outside. As we neared the chopper, Alex Marvez stopped Kenny to ask what happened. Callis stepped out of the chopper, telling him that he, along with everyone else, can find out Tuesday on Impact.

They must have anticipated my joining them as I found my duffle, along with my title and phone on the floor of the chopper. The pilot flew us to an undisclosed location, which I soon found out was the landing pad at Kenny's hotel. Callis ran straight to his room, hunkering down from the fall out of tonight's show. Kenny opened the door to his room, gesturing for me to come in. I walked inside, getting comfortable on the couch.

I quickly pulled out my phone, letting Cody know I was with Kenny. He immediately responded stating they were about to send a search party. I huffed out a laugh and Kenny looked over at me.

"I guess I have some explaining to do huh?" He sighed, running his fingers through his blonde curls. I nodded sharply. "I want to apologize first. I shouldn't have kissed you, especially without your permission and I'm truly sorry." He amended, " second, I really wish our first kiss would have been under better circumstances." He smiled sweetly. This man always finding a way to melt my heart.

"I accept your apology, this time Omega." I teased. "What made you do it though?" I asked, unsure if I wanted the answer.

"You know, the adrenaline was coursing through my veins, and there you were looking like a damn angel. And I thought to myself, the only thing that would make this better would be to kiss you. Before I could stop myself, my lips were on yours." Kenny blushed, explaining himself.

The man looked like a damn dream. Still clad in just his wrestling tights, blonde hair a mess of curls, chest red from the hits he took. And to top it all off, his lips looked down right kissable. Only Kenny Omega could look this good after a grueling wrestling match. I thought, smiling to myself. And even though I was upset that our first kiss happened on Live TV with millions watching, I wanted nothing more than for it to happen again.

“Can we get a redo?” The words fell from my lips as a whisper. Kenny’s head snapped up to look at me. He took three big strides to the couch where I was sat, pulling me up to my feet. One of his hands, which I never noticed were so big until they were cupping my face, tilted my mouth up toward his.

Torturously slow, Kenny brought his lips to mine. My eyes fluttered shut as my hands came up to tangle my fingers in his curls. Impossibly, Kenny pulled me closer, causing a small gasp to leave me. He took the opportunity to slide his tongue against my own.

The kiss was sweet, passionate, and full of emotion. When we finally parted to breath, Kenny was the first to speak. “That was,” he stopped, trying to find the right word.

“Breath-taking.” I finished his sentence and he nodded in agreeance. “Ken,” I started. He cut me off by kissing me again. I quickly melted into the kiss. My hands began to roam his body, slipping under the tight T-shirt, feeling the taut muscles of his back.

I pulled away from his intoxicating kiss and pushed him back toward the couch. Once back in a seated position, I straddled him. “Fuck, Pey.” Kenny moaned as my lips attacked his neck. He pulled my face back so that our eyes met. His blue eyes were almost black with desire . “Can’t have you leaving any marks there, princess.” Kenny growled. I cocked a brow and ground my center down on him. Kenny immediately flipped us, so that he was hovering over me. “You’re playing a dangerous game, Princess.” Kenny had started to unzip my vest when we were interrupted by banging on the door.

Tags: @rach-supreme93

BLCD Review: Sweet to Yobu ni wa Mada Hayai

Title: Sweet to Yobu ni wa Mada Hayai (SWEETと呼ぶにはまだ早い)

Author/Artist: Masui 

Release Date: 2019/03/20

Cast: Furukawa Makoto x Ono Yuuki

Synopsis: Kagawa, a newbie patisserie, gets chases out of the home he shares with his girlfriend with the latter saying that she has found a new man. Frustrated and with no place to go home to, Kagawa thinks that all is lost, but suddenly, his co-worker, another skilled, but brash patisserie, invites him to his home!  

Review Proper

Yo, I tried to like this—I really did, but it was just so generic and boring that I honestly fell asleep in the middle of a lot of tracks. Imagine how many times I had to re-listen to this. 😂 It doesn’t have a good flow of plot, the author makes it painfully obvious that they’re just forcing the “coincidences” to happen so that the characters get to have an excuse to interact. The comedy is just as forced, too. Take Kagawa’s choice of wardrobe for example. It’s supposed to be the running gag of this series, but it’s quickly thrown out the window when they go shopping. It’s so unnecessary. They could have done without it. 

I don’t like any of the characters either. Haga is borderline criminal, immature, and manipulative while Kagawa’s only personality trait is being as dumb as rocks (Dekoboko Sugar’s Rui says hi). Man, there’s really nothing I hate in this world than ukes without spinal columns. Kagawa does protest in the beginning, but he’s literally “well, I guess this is my life now” right after. Boy is u a sheet of paper?!

IT’S ALMOST 2020 FOLKS—A GODDAMN DECADE AND WE STILL ON THIS ISH?!

Doesn’t help the fact that I just came from Dekoboko Sugar and Kurui Naku. *sigh* 

Moving onto the voice work, 

I was really skeptical about this casting at first, I mean, I have an issue with Ono Yuuki bottoming, but I think he can handle bottoming better than Furukawa Makoto lol. Anyway, it did kinda sound too airy for him in the beginning, but it grew on me after a short while. Ono Yuuki did great as Lili in Coyote, but his voice was deeper then than his performance here. Dare I say, this is the most comfortable Ono Yuuki has been in a high-pitched bottom role. HE SQUEAKS NOBODY TOUCH ME It was too good that it’s honestly such a waste for it to be used in this thing. 😩

Furukawa Makoto used his Shida-kun voice here and it actually matched the role perfectly. But again, as with Ono Yuuki’s, his performance does not deserve to be used in something like this. 

How was their chemistry here, you ask? Idk if it’s just me, but they kinda aren’t that in sync with each other. Like I said in the beginning of this review, I fell asleep multiple times listening to this, and one of the parts I fell asleep on was their bed scene (yo, Kagawa didn’t want to go all the way and Haga didn’t give a shit call the fucking police!). I listened to it again after waking up, but they still sounded weird. Were they recording separately? Who knows. 🤷

So we have lack-luster/generic plot for the manga, pretty great voice work but weird chemistry, all that’s left to discuss now is it’s faithfulness to the manga. Well, I knew this had a complete English translation, but it seems to have been taken down, so I opted to read the Spanish one instead. For a BLCD that had a lot of added dialogue, they sure weren’t able to describe their pastries well. I mean, isn’t that the main highlight of this series? It would be very hard to listen to this BLCD on it’s own, but even if you coupled it with reading the manga, it would be just as hard to catch up with the dialogue since there are a lot of adlibs. 

Overall, this was a very poor adaptation and it might actually just be one of the worst of this year—not even Ono Yuuki and Furukawa Makoto (or any veteran voice actors) can save this. I don’t recommend this, but you do you. If you want to listen and read to something slightly similar to this, then do try Tenzen Momoko’s Boulange no Koibito. We have Morikawa Toshiyuki and Sugiyama Noriaki playing the leads, plus the leads’ relationship is way healthier than Haga and Kagawa’s.

Title: Pray for Me

Fandom(s): Black Panther, MCU

Rating: T+

Relationship(s): Erik Killmonger x reader. W’Kabi & reader. 

Summary: Because love was not the answer to every question. Because real love meant sacrifice. Sometimes love meant letting go.

Warning(s): BP spoilers, angst

I know that Killmonger is very much a terrible person but I’ll stan him til I die. Besides, his life could have been very different in various scenarios. Also, I can’t find any gifs of Seth Carr, who played young!Killmonger, omg. Anywho, I’ve always been obsessed with Soulmate AU’s, but never written one until now. So if you enjoyed this, like this post, if you want more, like this post. 

Reblog, share the love! (No, really, do that only if you want to).

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Someone is giggling. 

He can smell the scent of flowers and hear the roar of rushing water from a stream maybe, or river. 

“Wake up.” 

Features twisted in sleepy confusion before his eyes slid open and Erik sat up, using his fist to rub at the corners of his eyes. His other hand is planted on the ground at his side, and he can feel the grass, wet with morning dew beneath his palm. The wind, wherever he is, because this sure ain’t he and his Dad’s apartment complex, smelled clean and fresh, so different, alien, compared to things in the ‘hood. And is that a bird singing? 

Yeah, this definitely isn’t Oakland.

“Come on, come on! I’ve been waiting forever.”

Tugged to his feet, he’s half dragged a few steps before getting his feet underneath him and then Erik is running side by side next to the person. It’s a girl, he decides, after a few moments deliberation, he’s not sure why he thinks that way, but he knows it’s the truth. 

“Yo, hold up! Where we goin’?”

He attempts to stop but she nearly jerks his arm out of it’s socket. This girl is freakishly strong! Digging in his heels, again, Erik tries to hold his ground and this time, she paused with a huff.

“Where we goin’?” he repeats himself.

“My brother showed me his hiding spot. It overlooks--” Here she pauses. No, that’s not right, she opened her mouth and tried to say something but couldn’t. That’s just the way that it is in the Dreams, as they realized after several failed attempts to glean important information, like each other’s names.  “It’s important to my people.” Eventually, she settles on. 

My people, she’d said this a few times, Erik remembers, but he can only remember that detail while he’s here, asleep. He hadn’t ever heard a black person talk the way that she did, so she likely was from a place far away. 

So how is he supposed to find her?

Doubt and sadness creep into his heart but determinedly, he shakes the feelings away. He’ll grow up, get a job, work hard and save as much money as possible. Then, then...

“Show it to me.”

That’s the right thing to say, because she visibly perked up and she tugs on his arm again, only this time when she pulls him along, the pace is a lot more like a brisk jog. He can’t keep track of how long they’re moving, jumping over fallen trees and other debris, but when she pulls him to a stop...

“Here it is! Here it is!”

It’s a ravine. 

The bottom of his stomach feels like it’s fallen out as he glanced down. He turns to look at her, and just like all the other times, it’s impossible to make out exactly what she looks like; almost as if he’d been staring at the sun too long, or the flash from a camera after a picture is taken, she’s hazy around the edges, blurred and distorted. 

“This looks pretty...neat.” Erik prefers basketball and football, but he’s not going to judge what she likes or does for fun. “You just come out here to think or whatever?” He wonders if she has a diary like Shida from 4C, bright pink and glittery. 

“No!” Laughter is audible in her voice. “It’s a secret and my parents don’t know, but my brother let me ride on top of a rhinoceros with him alllllllllll the way down there.” And then she points towards the very bottom.

“You’re lyin’.” It’s an automatic response and she laughed at him, but Erik doesn’t mind. “Ain’t no way that y’all did that, that’s...”

“Fun.” She interjected when it’s clear he’s at a loss for words. “It’s so much fun! I’m getting better and better. One day, I’m going to be able to ride without using either of my hands.” 

“Nuh-uh.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Nope.”

“Yes.”

“Okay, okay! Maybe you will, but then you gotta stand up and ride with no hands too.” He dared, lowkey salty that she could do something that dangerous cool and he couldn’t wouldn’t yet.

“That sounds like fun.”

This girl is crazy.

Before he could ask or say anything else, she turned away from him, head cocked to the side as if listening to something and Erik felt his heart sink in his chest. 

That gesture is also painfully familiar to him. 

“I have to wake up now. My parents are taking me on a trip.” 

The two of them stood there, staring at each other without saying a word, then as she turned around, about to walk away, he reached out and grabbed her hand. This was a dream, of course it had to end, of course, he couldn’t stay here. He startled when she threw her arms around his neck, half choking him really, but he didn’t push her away. 

“Tell me about all the cool stuff you did or saw the next time I see you.” He gets the impression that she’s smiling at him now, even as she slowly fades away, like morning mist. And with her, the beautiful scenery vanishes too, until Erik is alone in the dark. 

For an eternity, and no time at all, he sits there, until he fades away into nothing too. 

When he wakes up, his Dad is watching him with those sad eyes. After his Mom, his father’s soulmate, had passed away from cancer when he turned two, things just weren’t the same. Or so his Auntie Jo keeps telling him, but he was a littler kid then, it’s not like he remembers his mother. 

Instead, he tries to smile, make his Dad feel better with a hug. “Good morning.” The words are muffled when his patriarch places a hand against the nape of his neck, pulling him forward so that his face is smooshed against his clean white shirt which smells like laundry detergent. 

“Good morning. You slept a long time, lazy. Breakfast has gone cold.”

“Sorry.”

“Ehh, it’s fine. Come on. Up, up, up! Get a shower and eat.”

This is routine. Wake up after experiencing a Dream, a phenomenon which would keep happening until both soulmates found each other, pretend that his father wasn’t suffering from a broken Bond, eat, go to school and try to stay out of trouble. That last part tended to be strictly emphasized more than getting his education. 

Since it’s a Saturday, he gets to watch TV for a bit longer than usual, before his Dad sends him out to play with the other boys down the hall, Reggie and Ray. They bring their basketball and Erik spends the better part of the day shooting hoops with them. 

And then he feels it for a split second. 

Something creeping up at the back of his mind, the back of his skull; a high, piercing ringing noise persistently blaring in his ears, and the tremor that wracked down his spine so bad that the other boys thought he was having a seizure, nearly running to get his Dad until he begs them not to. 

Just as soon as it starts, though, it’s over. 

Leaving behind only this feeling of wrongness.

Playing the game seems trite and he’s about to sit down, but then he looks up, and he sees it. At first glance, he would call the thing a spaceship, but Erik knows better and before he can even think twice, he’s running back towards the apartment, ignoring his friends’ asking him where he’s going and if he’s alright.

The apartment door is left open a crack and he paused. Swallowed spit. Pushing the door open wider, heart hammering in his chest, Erik took a step. Staggered and fell down. 

“Dad...?”

He already knows logically that there won’t be an answer, that his father isn’t sleeping, but still, he crawls forward until he’s right next to him, and then reaches out to touch his shoulder and shake him awake.

As he does, Erik takes note of the panther claw marks in his chest. 

“Dad...Dad, wake up. Wake up! Daddy!”

Later, the neighbors find him, clutching his father’s corpse close, tears running down his cheeks unchecked. Eventually somebody hesitantly calls the police. Things are blurry from there, he’s asked question, accused of things, but all of that goes over his head. 

He just wants his Dad, he just wants his Dad. 

That night, when he succumbs to exhaustion in an unfamiliar bed, at his Auntie’s house, Erik looks for her, his destined soulmate. He needs to talk to someone, but she’s not there.

Erik is alone. 

Dreamed my mom, brother, and I had a nice house. It was quite big. Plenty of clothes that fit our tastes. It had a banister with stairs. The banister was wood carved like a dragon with a dragon's head at the bottom. Elevators. A garage built into the house on the lower level.

Then the dream shifted. I was in Sales and Service class at a different school. Shida and Omega were in it as they were when they were younger. Mr. Gunder was the teacher. He did orientation like he did when I was in his class. We watched an a movie that took up the whole time of class. Stupid me asks Shida if she's okay and she ignores me. She speaks to him though in her native language. Mr. Gunder told her to be quiet.

There was another girl in class and had her legs draped across mine. I have no idea who it was (I at first thought it was Shida because of the way the legs were facing. Shida in this dream sat to the left of me with him sitting at the desk in front of her.). But I let her. She was polite. Then Mr. Gunder calls me to go into his office. He wanted to tell me what good I've done and what I've done wrong. Then I woke up.

I get what my subconscious is telling me. Don't fall into an old pattern. The past is long gone. I care for Shida, but the feeling is not mutual.

(If this had been real, Mr. Gunder would NOT have let Shida and Omega sit near each other at all. Because he did not like drama in his class and goofing off. Especially couples who like to be lovey dovey in class and make out.)

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Got some good amount of writing done last night. It's so damn cold now. Wrapping myself up in my blanket and drinking some hot coffee.

I know in judaism there's only one deity but under what role do spirits fall? (like duendes or house sprites or haunters) can you leave them offerings or is that also considered worshiping false idols/other gods?

Ooooh, that’s a fascinating question! It might partially depend on what you mean by “offerings” especially since shedim are known to just take what they want anyways. My best suggestion is to ask several rabbis, because this is something I wouldn’t have a hard and fast answer to. 

That said, I feel like duendes are relatively similar (or the same as) shedim in Judaism. (Or mazikim.)

I don’t know that one typically leaves offerings for shedim, mostly because most of the stories I can recall are like about telling shedim to stop taking things left out, haha. 

Here’s some related things:

https://judaism.stackexchange.com/questions/79050/checking-for-sheidim/79053

https://judaism.stackexchange.com/questions/tagged/sheidim-demons?page=3&sort=newest&pagesize=15

Some people are careful to spill off a little bit of water (and other liquids?) before drinking, a practice explained in the Gemara (Chullin 105b, bottom) as due to concern that a shed may have drunk from it. However, most people don’t worry about it.

https://judaism.stackexchange.com/questions/68180/protection-from-mazikim

The Gemara in Megillah 3a; When discussing that someone feels frightened for no obvious reason, it is because their mazel (according to Rashi- a ministering angel) sees something to be afraid of.

The Gemara asks ‘what is the fix? To recite krias shema.’ In a place of filth that you can’t distance yourself from, say 'there are fatter goats in the slaughter house than me.’

Sforno on Leviticus 17:7 writes at length on household spirits actually, so maybe the answer would start from here: 

חקת עולם תהיה זאת, not to offer sacrifices to the demons even though they were not being equated with deities in any manner, but were considered only as creatures that could be employed by their human masters. They even used to employ such demons for errands to distant countries. We have documented proof of this in the case of Joseph Shida [the demon named Joseph] and about the demon who was prominent in the household of Rav bar Rav Ashi (Chulin 105). Had such demons been considered deities it is inconceivable that people of Rav Ashi’s stature or Rav Pappa’s stature would have had any track with them whatsoever.It is reported in the Talmud that whereas little is known about the manner of these demons’ creation, they are known to eat and drink just as human beings. It is further worthy of mention that the sages, collectively, referred to the phenomenon of the demons as מזיקים, destructive, harmful phenomena. They multiply in a manner similar to humans and they die a regular death. They see without being seen themselves.Apparently, although they are composed of composite material, their bones are extremely thin and transparent. The author speculates that just as ordinary human beings in common with the animals possess a נפש חיוני “intangible life-force” which, seeing that it dies with the body it inhabits, as distinct from the human נשמה which is an intangible spirit emanating in the celestial regions, is basically terrestrial in nature, these demons are “powered” by such a life-force. The reason we find that “life-force” referred to on occasion as נפש is the fact that it cannot exist without its tangible partner, the one which feeds on food and drink secured from what is available in our terrestrial universe.Consider the very fact that the Torah describes “blood as the life-force” (Deuteronomy 12,23). If someone were to sacrifice blood to such a creature, especially, seeing that it is powerful enough to sustain the life of such creatures, the blood sacrificed to such creatures would be equivalent to keeping these demons alive. (compare Maimonides, Moreh Nevuchim,3,46 on the subject).This would be a violation of the statement in Chulin 105 כל מידי דצייר וחתים וכייל ומני לית לן רשותא למשקל מינעה. This is a conversation between the “owner” of a demon, Mar bar Rav Ashi, according to which the demon who had not paid back a loan on time to the “owner” claimed that his power to collect objects in this world did not include objects which were clearly defined and visible. From this Tossaphot Taanit 8 divrey hamatchil אלא בדבר concludes that if clearly defined and visible phenomena in this world were out of bounds to the demons unless they were definitely ownerless, phenomena which are not visible to us humans belonged to the category of phenomena over which such demons did have control.At any rate, when a situation exists when many people find such demons useful and pliable to their wishes, people indulged in offering them blood so as to endear themselves to these creatures and to get them to perform their wishes. The people offering these gifts of blood used to eat it themselves also, in order to share more common ground with these creatures. Some people even made a point of consuming the blood of such “gifts” to the demons in the vicinity of the Temple. They were under the impression that these demons were performing their dances in that vicinity. They hoped to ingratiate themselves with these creatures by showing them this kind of “respect.”When G’d decided to sanctify us and He separated His people from dependence on such demons and taught us not to pursue such ultimately useless phenomena and put our trust in them, seeing that contrary to a superficial perception they are really mazikim, destructive forces, as our sages correctly described them, He levied a severe penalty on people who continue such relationships as they used to entertain with demons. The penalty of karet means severance from one’s own people’s eternal future. (verse 10)G’d levied a similar penalty on eating blood and offering gifts to these demons as He had levied at the time in Gan Eden when he forbade eating from the tree of knowledge on pain of man becoming mortal, i.e. losing an aspect of his infinity on this earth. (Genesis 2,17). The Torah rationalized its prohibition and the severity of the penalty by stating: “for the soul (intangible life-force) of the flesh is in the blood.” This is the Torah’s way of referring to the almost invisible essence of these creatures. On the one hand, this essence is called nefesh “life-force,” on the other hand it is referred to as blood, as once the blood stops coursing through the veins of the body it feeds it is the end of the existence of both the body and life force of such creatures. G’d added (verse 11) ואני נתתיו לכם על המזבח לכפר, “I have given you an opportunity to present this blood on My altar in order to facilitate your atonement for your life-force.The point G’d is making is that as opposed to these demons for whom such blood is an essential part of their nutrients, enabling them to stay alive, I, the Lord, do not need anything like this for Myself; on the contrary, I have provided you My people with an opportunity to remain alive yourselves by achieving atonement for your sins by means of sacrifices involving the life blood of the animal you are offering.Sacrifices, offerings, in order to be meaningful as expiation, must be in a certain reciprocal relationship to the donor. If the donor had been guilty of forfeiting his life, only someone else’s life, in this instance the blood of the sacrificial animal, can possibly achieve this kind of atonement in lieu of the sinner’s lifeblood himself. Other parts of the sacrificial animal being burned up on the altar, similarly, correspond to the parts of the body of the donor which had been guilty of committing the sin for which the donor hopes to atone. (compare author on Leviticus 1,2) 

So things we know we cannot do for shedim or house-spirits (duendes):

1. Make offerings of our own blood 2. Make a burnt offering (I think usually of the fat of the sacrificed animal?) to them3. Make a sacrifice of an animal to them  

This is Leviticus 17:1-12

1 The LORD spoke to Moses, saying: 2 Speak to Aaron and his sons and to all the Israelite people and say to them: This is what the LORD has commanded:3 if anyone of the house of Israel slaughters an ox or sheep or goat in the camp, or does so outside the camp,4 and does not bring it to the entrance of the Tent of Meeting to present it as an offering to the LORD, before the LORD’s Tabernacle, bloodguilt shall be imputed to that man: he has shed blood; that man shall be cut off from among his people.5 This is in order that the Israelites may bring the sacrifices which they have been making in the open—that they may bring them before the LORD, to the priest, at the entrance of the Tent of Meeting, and offer them as sacrifices of well-being to the LORD;6 that the priest may dash the blood against the altar of the LORD at the entrance of the Tent of Meeting, and turn the fat into smoke as a pleasing odor to the LORD;7 and that they may offer their sacrifices no more to the goat-demons after whom they stray. This shall be to them a law for all time, throughout the ages.8 Say to them further: If anyone of the house of Israel or of the strangers who reside among them offers a burnt offering or a sacrifice,9 and does not bring it to the entrance of the Tent of Meeting to offer it to the LORD, that person shall be cut off from his people.10 And if anyone of the house of Israel or of the strangers who reside among them partakes of any blood, I will set My face against the person who partakes of the blood, and I will cut him off from among his kin.11 For the life of the flesh is in the blood, and I have assigned it to you for making expiation for your lives upon the altar; it is the blood, as life, that effects expiation.12 Therefore I say to the Israelite people: No person among you shall partake of blood, nor shall the stranger who resides among you partake of blood.

So definitely no feeding them blood, no sacrificing animals to them…although one may assume that as shedim do eat, then they are inclined to eat of your food whether or not you necessarily invited them to do so. 

Chillun 105b (bottom) is the section which discusses shedim simply drinking when they feel like it. It also has one of my favorite exorcism stories where the Rabbi blasts some trumpets and then tells off a demon by asking it “What business do you have being in public???”:

Abaye also said: At first I thought the reason why one does not sit under a drain pipe was that there was waste water there, but my Master has told me. It is because demons are to be found there. Certain carriers were once carrying a barrel of wine. Wishing to take a rest they put it down under a drain pipe, whereupon the barrel burst, so they came to Mar son of R. Ashi. He brought forth trumpets and exorcised the demon who now stood before him. Said he to the devil, 'Why did you do such a thing?’ He replied. 'What else could I do, seeing that they put it down on my ear’? The other [Mar son Of R. Ashi] retorted: 'What business had you in a public place? It is you that are in the wrong, you must therefore pay for the damage’. Said the devil, 'Will the Master give me a time wherein to pay’? A date was fixed. When the day arrived he defaulted. He came to court and [Mar b. R. Ashi] said to him, 'Why did you not keep your time?’ He replied. 'We have no right to take away anything that is tied up sealed, measured or counted; but only if we find something that has been abandoned’.

Abaye also said: At first I thought the reason why one pours off [a little water] from the mouth of the jug [before drinking therefrom] was the fear of scraps [that may be on the surface], but now my Master has told me: It is because of evil waters.12 A shedim in the service of R. Papa once went to fetch water from the river but was away a long time. When he returned he was asked. 'Why were you so long?’ He replied. ’[I waited] until the evil waters had all gone’. In the meantime he saw them pouring off [a little water] from the mouth of the jug; he exclaimed. 'Had I known that you were in the habit of doing this I would not have been away so long’.

I would definitely as a rabbi, but my understanding is that shedim will eat what they will regardless of offerings. You definitely can’t give them blood, smoke of burned fats, or make an sacrifice an animal to them (even though they aren’t deities), but I don’t know if making sure your local house spirits are welcomed and comfortable in the shared home is quite the same thing? 

Neat question though! If I remember, I’ll ask my Rabbis. I know we have some upcoming adult education lectures on Judaism and spirits/shedim. 

AEW DYNAMITE - Episode 64

(top left) The Acclaimed present “Buck Hunt”

(top right) Kip Sabian and Miro send Trent Beretta out in an ambulance

(bottom left) The rivalry between Hikaru Shida and Abadon heats up

(bottom right) The Young Bucks make their first successful defense of the AEW World Tag Team titles

[ SHOWCASE ]

   [ 8:00 PM. ]     [ SEOUL . Yeouido, Seoul . KBS HALL. ] It had sold out. The showcase that is. That was something at least....right? Something to think about. Blue lights. The first thing she spotted from backstage. They looked ..a lot more daunting now than they did during the practice and soundcheck. Her nerves could not be calmed - no way. No fucking way.  Jaehwa....Are you watching this now, from Heaven?  Her beautiful lips were full, sweet, tinged in promises of a golden future. The heat of the gun rested right on Yori’s lap, the smoking tip just a dim reminder that the hands wrapped around the mic had taken her best friend’s life- --  “ Yori ! “ She snapped out of it as someone called her name. Shaking her head slowly she smiled to reassure ( @yuggxm ) as she walked over and wrapped both arms around her hips.  “Why are you making that face-- “ Koemi asked seriously before pinching at Yori’s nose. She hated when her members did that. “ -- you’re going to do FINE. Listen, haven’t I done tons of solo work? Trust me when I tell you that you’re going to be / fine /. Plus, didn’t Seohyun  come to see you? How can you expect to mess up when your best friends are all here. “     God.  I might just mess up BECAUSE they’re all here.

“ Right Koemi. You know me too well.... “ The leader muttered around the lump in her throat with a small frown. “ Should I just.. take down a bottle of Soju before getting on stage or--- “ Koemi’s look was immediately pretty telling of what she thought of that idea. Utter disapproval. “ --- nevermind. Being drunk off my ass my debut showcase is not ... yeah not a good idea.”    Though my anxiety is saying it would be a great idea right about now.  Breaking away from Koemi she gave some excuse and held onto her bared middriff, not able to hear sounds for a moment or focus. Not able to see in front of her... not... not here..     “ You’ve gotta be a singer with that voice. What are you doing out here- slinging guns...robbing folks? You’re wasting all your talent.” She whispered while her fingertips continued to trace dainty patterns on the curves of their joined skin. A sigh. Another soft breath that fell - one - over- the - other. It was a hot day in 2009 when the streets seemed to be shimmering with steam and regrets.  One that had her cheeks rosy, pretty face filled with venom and her father standing over her, looking down at her for showing a single shred of femininity.  “ Hey. Yoe. You in there bitch?” A set of snapping fingers entered her eye sight and she looked out and down to see the pool of blood growing, rising, the sight of Jaehwa’s lifeless eyes--  “Woah there-- hey--” His hands came out and grasped her arms as she bumped hard into him. Blinking out the visuals of the scene was not making it go away, and she could hear her heart beating. “ Sorry... I... wasn’t watching where I was going.” She said to whoever she had bumped into with furrowed brows as she scanned the hands holding her up from collapsing into an emotional mess. Slowly she looked up into Jeonki’s face ( @93jeonk ) and forced herself to smile. “ Oh hey-- look at the big baby. You decided to show up? “     “ Hey- what? Why would I miss it? Everyone’s coming ! It’s your big showcase. “  She nodded, as if suddenly grasping the concept of people actually supporting her music. People caring. Wow.   Now that actually was a pretty huge concept to grasp. “ Right,, speaking of which, it’s starting soon so I need to get backstage--”  The vocalist said retracting herself from his grasp with an apologetic smile. He nodded in understanding and gave a friendly salute. “ We’ll catch up later then. Congratulations.”   Her grey eyes turned away quickly as she walked off, mentally trying to stir up something akin to calm. There was too much energy here, boiling up under her skin. She couldn’t do this. There was no way-- no -- She could not do this. Her head felt like it had slipped into a cold bath, and her brain was in shock. Pinpricks of nervous tension plucked the hairs on her skin, she was going insane right there- on the inside. Why----?? She ducked into the nearest room and locked the door without thinking. Her shirt was pulled off and used to cover her face as she sobbed into the cloth, guttural noises of fear, pain and anguish mixing for a moment. Irrational anxiousness to stay off that stage, to keep her face hidden. In that moment she had lost track of time, staff were calling for her, walkies were crackling as they looked for her-- but she had lost it. Her mind was still.... drifting into the fears and the regrets and the  REASONS why she just didn’t deserve to live in this moment. Her happiness had cost someone a life.   Her dreams had been built upon the grave of a lover. She didn’t...deserve...happiness...a failure...was all... she could ever....achieve. Pulling her knees into her face she almost didn’t hear her phone buzzing for the first few moments. But it pulled her out of her head for a moment to see that she was being face timed. Answering it without a thought she could already hear the voice before it came. “ Hey I’m going to be late to your thing but,, I thought i would call. You doing okay? “ Yori nodded and wiped off her eyes as she looked at ( @bangyeong ) on her screen. “ Yeah.. i’m just... nervous I guess. You know?”  “Yeah.” Briefly she sighed and opened her twitter when she spotted the notifications blowing up. All these...faces and images and posts were popping up. Idols, actors, friends, even complete strangers were posting with excitement about her showcase. The outfits they were wearing- what songs they liked on her album-- biting into her lip she took a minute to scroll through only half listening to Chaeyeong who was giving her a pep talk.  “Unnie-” “Hm ? “   “ You’re going to be fine, okay?” Biting into her bottom lip she looked at Chaeyeong and nodded.  “ OKay. I’ll see you later? I’ve got to get on stage.”   But she kept looking through all the tweets she was tagged in. They were making her laugh, and smile-- even as she still cried a little bit. Fuck. Now her eyes would get all puffy. Her makeup needed a touch up. The doorknob suddenly rattled right then and she got up off the floor to open it. Immediately her face met with a whole row of flowers and the scent of liquor. “ Minjun...? “ She said slightly incredulous as the male came into view from behind the bouquet.  ( @woominjun ) seemed to wobble slightly but the lazy grin on her face made her crack up. “ Eat shit dude, are you legit wasted? “ Taking the flowers in one hand she used the other to hug him tightly, and kiss his smooth cheeks.  “ Thanks. I was losing my shit back here and needed you. “ Yori admitted to him but was cut off as Rubi poked her head in. ( @rcdlght96 )’s pretty young face came into view.    “ Hey, -- Oppa everyone’s looking for you. It’s time. “ Chuckling she nodded and rubbed Rubi’s head with affection before putting the flowers down gently. “ You guys get to your seats. The show is gonna start.. “       With a sigh she adjusted the outfit that Seohyun had brought her while looking in the mirror. The black wig on her head needed to be fixed a little bit. Quickly she left the room and headed through people milling about. Briefly she spotted ( @hvrlowe ) and waved to her. The team of makeup artists were working on her face so she couldn’t do much but wave back. They would be performing their song together tonight.  ( @kwnxareum )’s voice was the first thing she heard as she got to the back end of the stage. “ .... I am literally about to catch my flight after this I’m going to be so jetlagged-- “ Yori was about to walk over when ( @yuyamuras ) appeared in front of her and held up a hand. “ Hold on. You messed everything up.” He pursed his lips in clear disapproval before holding her still with one hand, and fixing her up. He even adjusted her wig with a little curse under her breath. “ Chin up. Don’t show weakness.” She raised a brow and nodded with a huge grin on her face. “Right, right, I won’t. Thank you Yuya”    He seemed satisfied with her answer and breezed away to handle the other performers. “ There you are unnie- “ And there she was. A hand shot out to grab Yori’s wrist, tugging her over to the rest of the group. They were all wearing “HOOT” outfits in different colors, doing a special group stage for SNSD. Yori as Yuri , Ahreum as Taeywon, ( @mingyanx ) as Sunny, ( @98dajeong ) as Hyoyeon. The team’s member playing the role of Jessica was Jamie ( @hahahyemi ) - who was currently snacking on something.  ( @ljaeun ) the pretty young girl that Yori still had to get to know better was playing the role of Yoona. Sooyoung  , Seohyun  and Tiffany  were  Daeun ( @soulxkde ) , Juniper ( @95vii ) , and Kimiko ( @kimoriz ) respectively. They were all gathered up, chatting about the TL and what was on it.    “ Do you think they’re actually dating in secret?”    “ THATS SO WILD WHY WOULD THEY?” She smiled, putting both hands on her hips and joining in the circle of women.    For most girl idols these days, there were a lot of women to look up too in the industry. Everyone knows training is hard. It’s stressful, life consuming and sometimes dangerous for mental health. But in the practice room you can always hear the popular songs, you can always imagine you’re on stage singing them. It gives you hope, that if your sunbae’s could make it through--- then so could you. For most girls the group that was heard the most as trainees was Sonyeo Shidae- a group that inspired a nation of girl’s to not give up on their dreams. It was only fitting that the girls of Doublekill, all from different groups and different concepts, come together to in a sense honor and celebrate the songs that had given them strengths and inspiration as trainees. Not to mention-- some of Yori’s closest friends were members of the powerful girl group. In a sense that made it all the more special, when they all put their hands in and gave a cheer. The announcement was made and the nine of them went out onto the stage to give a good show.     In that moment, Yori didn’t think about her past anymore-- she stopped thinking about her failures and regrets. When she was part of Doublekill Entertainment, the girls around her gave her strength. They were all so talented and fierce, strong in their own ways, and beautiful. They had all been given strength by pop songs on a broken speaker, an encouraging word from a sunbae, a brief smile from an idol they admired-- they had been given strength. Now, they had the stage to return all that. The crowd went nuts as they started off with a bang, performing “ Hoot” for everyone. They did a few more songs together, before all the girls gathered around to give Yori a group hug, encouragement with their hands and left the stage to her.  Somehow she found the words to thank everyone for coming, excusing herself for the set and outfit changes. It was still all blurry for her, a rush of adrenaline from performing that the compliments fell on deaf ears as she just grinned aimlessly and settled down to shoot Seohyun a quick text.    [ KKT . My Love Seo : ] You were watching, right?    [ KkT. My Love Seo : ] What did Yuri say? Haha, I didn’t fuck it up right?  She chuckled quickly, locking her phone and leaned her head back as stylist teamed around to take off her wig, releasing her trademark silver locks. They had to be brushed and straightened, then made to shimmer before she could come back onto the stage. They had about five minutes to do this-- the tensions were high-- but she was oddly relaxed now. A knock or two and a head poked in.  “ Hey noona-- hyung. We brought our gifts. “ There they were suddenly. As her grey eyes lit up with warm interest, she was suddenly hit with nostalgia. You see- just as when you’re training you always have those sunbaes and songs to look up too for strength-- you also have the people you trained with.  Utopia members lined up at the doorway, giving a brief bow, seeming a bit out of place outside of their usual idol outfits. She rarely got to see them now...but these boys had been her everything for over six years. Hell, if she had been born the other gender, more than likely Utopia would’ve been her debut group from how closely they had been together. Especially her twin and her look-alike, ( @cosmojnkyu ) who stepped in first with that shit eating grin. “ This better not be another PPAP video for me or I’ll wring your neck Jinkies--- “ The silver haired songstress muttered with a playfully fist raised up to the blonde male. They looked at each other for a moment, matching affection in both of their gazes as the playfully bumped fists. ( @sayitsian ) chimed in to give her some flowers, going along with Minjun’s set earlier. “ You look really beautiful noonim--” He started to say just as a manager barged in to announce that they had No.More.Time.  Yori was rushed up, trussed up and being pushed down the hallway, but not before ( @i87cm ) grabbed her hand quickly. She stopped to look back, smiling instantly and giving him a hug. “ Hans. Thanks for coming.”  The usually quiet leader gave her a glance over and shrugged.  A moment of silence gathered as they walked together to the exit, and she peered at him with curiousity as soon as he spoke. “ How’s the fish?” “ Oh, she’s good. “  They were speaking on the goldfish he had gotten her a year ago. “ She still needs her dad though. Don’t forget you owe me child support!”  With a laugh she waved to Hans before she was being shoved off again, put on a raising platform as trumpets blared for Yori to get back onto the stage.     “ THE QUEEN.... HAS ARRIVED !!! “ Was that the announcement being shouted? Dazed as roaring cheers met her ears she tried to focus on the sudden flashing light in her eyes, as one hand reached to her ear to adjust her mic. “ Beau” began to play, and while BM ( @biigmatthew ) was off preparing for his US Tour with K.A.R.D he couldn’t come to do the rap for her stage. So... to probable surprise she had decided to rap his lines herself, gotten some advice from rappers she knew. It was well received and her dancers never made a mistake or missed a beat as the body rolled, twerked, and somersaulted across the stage. When the lights finally hit her at the high notes, she took wind of the adrenaline and reached her hands out to the crowd, only seeing the sea of smiles and hearing the roars of approval. V.I.P Section looked down at her too and she could almost make out the faces there... ( @keybums , @soohae , @mxskedliar  .. ) she tried to imagine that she saw @motsenmi ,@deeanfluenza or @yuromeo there too, but those seats were probably empty. No worries, they could always catch up another time. Once the first track was over she got to talking about her album and the inspirations, thanking those who helped work on it.    “ This next song features @quotebang , it’s about waking up and giving yourself strength for the day. Like, with a cup of coffee you know. Sadly he won’t be here to perform it with me as he’s traveling to Japan, but I’ll do my best to try rapping for you guys. LETS GO ! “  The song “Cappuccino” rolled through and she performed through that. About midway through the rap the song cut of abruptly. The whole entire stage went black, dark.   There was no more sound. It was as if the lively arena that had been so heavily aroused into a single, partying organism had suddenly been cut off- death.  What had happened? Had someone made a mistake? Did staff shut down the production?  Was there an emergency? But the red lights on all the SBS MTV cameras were still flashing, the show was stills streaming and rolling. Angry comments were pouring in, confusion was high, people in the crowd began to feel uncomfortable.  Then it happened:  A loud bang. It was a gun going off, and a pinpoint of green light appeared in the center of the stage. Smoke began to pour up from a raising platform in the center of the stage, and a female figure seemed to be lying as if dead on top of it.   ( @ryjins ) body draped in a quite devastatingly sexy boyfriend tee, lay on her side with her mic giving out the softest and sultry vocals of her singing, beginning the shocking and surprising CREEP performance that nobody had expected. As smoke poured around her the lights began to build up again, giving her an ethereal glow for a moment as she moved and danced in a breathtaking way. Then she left the stage as Yori came back on in a similiar outfit except hers had leather pants, and one half of her shirt tucked in. She sang and danced with a few back up dancers and by now it became clear. The “secret’ artists on Yori’s hidden track “GEMINI” were actually Jin, Lu, and Koemi of Creep as all four of them appeared one by one in puffs of green, silver, gold and red smoke.  Once the song hit it’s edm/chillstep chorus everyone was cheering them on with the fanchants used at their showcase that year, as they performed the track flawlessly. Lu’s ( @ahloisia  ) rap got the most attention that night, as well as @yuggxm‘s extremely perfected high notes. Once the stage ended there was a huge call for an encore so CREEP gave one more performance of “ NIGHTMARE “ before taking a moment to thank everyone before Yori moved on to her next two songs. After that she had her stage with Harlowe,  the two of them dressed up as Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy as they covered a few songs before performing their track together. Afterwards she sang “ALTISSIA CITY” her english track that had been recorded in America. Finally, the showcase was ending, and though all her nerves had been forgotten in the heat of the performances, she still had ONE more song. She still had those memories, and she still had to let out a few last notes.    Trembling hands lifted her mic as she smiled out to the millions and millions of friends and fans who had come out here to support her tonight. The time was now 10 pm.  “ Wow....WOW. “ She started off, one hand rubbing the sweat on her brow. “ I just.. have to ... say thank you... to all of you. For giving me support on coming solo after only three years since debut. This was not.. a small project to me and every song that I wrote and composed for this album was about a friend, or...just about a feeling in my heart. Some of you know that these feelings were directed to you, and others of you have no idea that a song on her was about you. But, there is one song that everyone should know was about the love of my life, who passed away on September 20th, 2009.”  Staff came out bring out makeup wipes and a chair for her, along with a mic stand. She had planned this stage herself- the most important stage. In front of every single flashing light and camera streaming her- Yori began to wipe off all her makeup. She let her hair down completely, and took the jewels and bracelets off. Once her face was completely bare she looked out and lifted the mic up to give an awkward sounding laugh.  “Oh? How does it look? Pretty? Well this is Me.” With another chuckle from the audience she sat down in her chair and fixed her mic. “ This next one is called 090920, a song about a girl who died, but made a dream live on in me. This is what I did with that dream, and this stage you’re all seeing is only possible, through her love that I never deserved.    Jaehwa-ah...if you’re seeing me now... this is for you. I love you. “  She didn’t stop the tears coming down her cheeks as she sang with a smile. She poured herself into the song, her self hate mingling with doubts, and those could all be heard on her vocals. Giving herself up to the moment she was vulnerable under those cameras and lights, without makeup or shields. Her heart came out through her lyrics, and people could be seen in the blue toned lights over the seats, swaying along. When it ended there was a flash of white light and confetti came down. Cheers were coming up but she couldn’t see them anymore, she couldn’t hear them. Blurry vision from her streaming tears didn’t stop her from sobbing into the mic, mingling the sound with another noise of joy that came a moment after.    “ Thank you... Thank you. Thank you. “ Silver locks bobbed as she bowed over and over to each and every person, however it could be possible. It seemed like she was floating on a cloud as she headed back stage. Every single 2k member who had tweeted her, and all her friends that had come to support where backstage. Some hugged her , and others kissed her cheeks, some even had tears in their eyes. The yin to her yang, Koemi was the last one she saw, and she enclosed her in the tightest grip that she could, pushing her cheek into the dark hair of her member. They didn’t speak at all, and just held each other for a moment, and didn’t move as Jin and Lu joined them, and all four of them held onto each other in a tight hug. This had not been an easy year for CREEP. They had all gained and lost so much. They had all suffered heartbreak, losses, and even death. They had lost a manager, a friend, and a member. But every song that did well, every member that achieved a goal, every moment in CREEP that became a trend, it lit them all up. Yori, who had always stood behind the others as the strongest, the most encouraging and sometimes authoritative leader. One who didn’t like to talk about her feelings, who hated to be alone, had gone out alone for the first time, and opened her heart to millions of people. They were all feeling something in that moment as they laughed and wiped each others tears, before they gathered hands and bowed their heads. “ CREEP until forever ladies. CREEP until forever. “ Yori muttered out with a tight squeeze to the hands that she held.   “ We are one. We are going to be together, always. I promise that. “    “ We still need a first win!”   “ This year we’re going to slay the charts, I promise.” “ I’ll work harder--” And they all started laughing as they talked at once, arms linked, heading to the door.  Her mind was off of Jaehwa, and the anxiety was gone. She was okay, and she had done it-- and once she had just got through it she found that she was a lot less scared now. It was like a weight had been lifted finally and she was walking on air. The fans had all begun to leave the venue, some were still waiting to try and catch a glimpse of the idols leaving the building, especially some of the visitors from YG entertainment and SM entertainment. Flash bulbs were going off everywhere outside and it was absolute madness. It was also cold, but a bodyguard quickly placed a jacket over her shoulders as she was led into a limo , and her members led to another car. Fans screamed and tried to run for the door, paparazzi tried to ask her questions about her last song--- it was so loud and then just as she got into her seat the sound all became muffled when the door closed. She sighed and leaned her head back, the tension in her neck severe as she reached out a hand and softly grasped for the fingers of the woman beside her. Looking over she spotted ( @spvtnik‘s ) telltale smile and answered it with a slow forming grin. Despite their exchanging looks like a pair of school girls, adolescence was only a glimmer behind the adult exhaustion written on both of their faces. But , as their chariot drove off into the night they both felt the moment that they had no concerns or responsibilities anymore. Work was done, playtime had started.  “Well Ju-Hyun?”  “ Yes, Yeo-Ri?” “ Ready for a kick ass after party?”

TRIAL 4.6 | “ I CAN'T SIT IDLY, NO I CAN'T MOVE AT ALL ” | AKI | 🐯 | RE: some ATTN: ryuu and kimiko i guess

The thing that makes Aki move into action is.... Not the normal things -- not the accusations and theories and everything else, but rather-- ....

There's a pang to her that forces her to move as soon as Kimiko leaves off on 'I don't wanna be disliked anymore....,' and the coach is over at her podium with a few long, powerful strides. There's not her usual uncertainty as she looks at Kimiko, before she just kind of.... Rests her hand on her shoulder, situating herself so that she can mostly take over the other girl's podium. ....

There's a pause. Probably a wail? And--

Kimiko goes for a full on hug -- sort of, it looks kind of strange -- the magical girl's hand on Aki's waist and her head already buried on her chest, probably to muffle the crying. A somewhat awkward hand reaches up to pat Kimiko's back, though anyone who looks at Aki's face can clearly tell there's that nervousness again. Sort of like she's turned a shade lighter.

And it's like this that she listens to the rest of the debate -- the accusations, the suspicions, the-- God. (This was one way to lose some kind of focus--!)

(....) (Eventually she does... end up settling into it, though.)

But as things continue... Aki looks....

Thoughtful. For a long while.

Before, in a voice softer than before:

"...Umenoyakakutani-san, I think I... finally... understand even half of what you were talking about with the time tables. And you were... right, I think. Which is why I think what... Tsu-chan is saying is important.  Even if Shida-kun... might be making a good point."

A pause, and her eyebrows furrow:

"You're right -- there's absolutely no way for "Mayura" and Kubo-kun to have been in the tunnel for the time of the first flicker of lights. Someone else had to have been there -- probably the TV-thrower, like how Tsu-chan was saying. And Kubo-kun was documented by A-30N to have been around him around 5:05-5:15 -- so it absolutely wasn't him, even if he had been running. And someone had to have told him to go into the tunnel."

"...Now, if that duo is Kuru-sama and Shida-kun, I don't know, but I can say that things do feel... weird. I mean. The "Mayura" also had to know about the party, right? And we saw the crumpled up invitation on the train, so at least one of the accomplice set was someone who denied the invitation, right...? Or the killer was. Either way, they had to know where the party was being held -- it wasn't in an obvious location. So maybe if we figured out if there was a rhyme or reason as to who got the notes...."

"I will say it's suspicious that only so many people have enough dirt caked onto the bottom of their shoes to be noticeable -- Shida-kun, is Kuru-chan actually saying that they did... or...? Regardless...."

"...I... also don't know how the murderer could have left main area in the first place, by the way. If all the trains were shut off and Kubo-kun was gone by 5:23, the only train they could have got on would have probably been stopped, because it wouldn't leave until 5:30. Maybe the killer -- or killers -- explored into the tunnel while everyone was distracted...? Which might also explain why some people's shoes are more dirty, I don't know."

"I also... understand that I'm suspicious, by the way -- and that only makes it worse and I don't know if I have a good defense against it besides what I said before: I... really didn't want to be around people. I even told Tsu-chan I didn't want her in my room... which was sort of rude... but I don't think my mind would have gone towards forcing myself to attend another party, even to help."

A pause, and she looks over at Takaku for a moment, before:

"...Still, Kuru-bo, I think your defense isn't unfair... but I don't know if your case about how she acted holds up. We assumed earlier that it wasn't very strong because Kubo-kun figured it, but after hearing Tsu-chan's recollection of it, I think we could all say that it was... okay? Not great, and obviously something Kubo-kun would have figured -- but he might have also just figured it because he knew Umenoyakakutani-san would have never entered the VR world on her own volition. So the murderer at least being observant about her speaking patterns beyond the obvious -- so to act like her in distress -- could be a tell."

Still, Ryuu's outburst probably deserved some kind of acknowledgement, and she does.... End up nodding a little.

"I... think that's fair.  You definitely could have overpowered him -- he was the kind of guy who had to get used to jogging.  And... you are a genuine guy, Shida-kun.  So hurting Umenoyakakutani-san's friend would have been out of character -- and you weren't sick.  But I guess that just puts us back at square one:  which one of us -- or two of us -- between me, Kimi-chan, Ler-kun, Kuru-san, Kurusu-san, Umenoyakakutani-san or Maru-chan is it most likely to be?  Most of our talents and abilities align with the case in one way or another.  Some of us have defenses because we're sick -- sure -- but... take them as you will."

"Still, I guess... if you're not vouching for having seen Kuru-chan past a certain time... or boarding the train... it means they could have been doing... other things...?  And... someone did have to grab the robot arm... didn't they?  And... just so I don't sound biased...."

Her voice is soft, now.  And she says, more to the girl clinging to her side than to the class itself:

"...Kimi-chan... could you tell me... where exactly you went, if it wasn't just your lab?"

AEW DYNAMITE - EPISODE 47

(top left) Live crowds return to Daily’s Place, at 10% capacity

(top right) Shida and Thunder Rosa sign the contract for All Out

(bottom left) MJF and Jon Moxley sign the contract for All Out and Mark Sterling is forced to face Moxley 1-1 next week

(bottom right) Hangman Page is ousted from The Elite

AEW DYNAMITE - Episode 38

(top left) Wardlow and Luchasaurus go to war in a Lumberjack Match

(top right) The rivalry between Hikaru Shida and Penelope Ford reaches a boiling point ahead of their bout at Fyter Fest

(bottom left) Cody and Jake Hager press conference ahead of their TNT Championship match at Fyter Fest

(bottom right) Orange Cassidy stands tall over Chris Jericho, after a brutal brawl around Daily’s Place

AEW DOUBLE OR NOTHING 2020

(top left) Brian Cage debuts as part of the Casino Ladder Match and secures a future AEW World Title shot

(top right) Cody defeats Lance Archer in the finals of the AEW TNT Championship Tournament to become the first TNT Champion

(bottom left) Hikaru Shida ends the 101 day AEW Women’s World Title reign of Nyla Rose

(bottom right) STADIUM STAMPEDE!