#reliability analysis methods

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In the field of technology, there can absolutely be no compromise when it come to the reliability of software and systems. This is where reliability testing services step into the spotlight, playing a pivotal role in ensuring that applications and platforms perform consistently and flawlessly under various conditions. Hence, we are about to discuss and explore the different types of reliability testing services such as feature testing, regression testing, and load testing that are widely used.

[marketxcel]

5 Methods of Data Collection for Quantitative Research

Discover five powerful techniques for gathering quantitative data in research, essential for uncovering trends, patterns, and correlations. Explore proven methodologies that empower researchers to collect and analyze data effectively.

[stockexperttrading]

Delving into the intricacies of trading, the blog provides a thorough examination of different trading strategies, spotlighting both day trading and swing trading. It further dissects crucial analysis methods, namely technical and fundamental analysis. The narrative underscores the critical role of aligning chosen strategies with individual goals and the guidance that Funded Traders Global can provide in this regard.

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[envyi5envious]

RESEARCH.. JUST RESEARCH.

࿐ — 𝙋𝘼𝙄𝙍𝙄𝙉𝙂 : YANDERE (Red Robin) Tim Drake x GN Reader. 𝙎𝙔𝙉𝙊𝙋𝙎𝙄𝙎 : He was scribbling in a notebook, and you wondered what he was writing. 𝙒𝙊𝙍𝘿𝘾𝙊𝙐𝙉𝙏 : 1.7k. 𝙒𝘼𝙍𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂𝙎 : Dark. Obsessive tendencies and stalking. 𝙉𝙊𝙏𝙀𝙎 : English isn’t my first language. I don't know why this took so long. Enjoy ♡

Class had just begun, and the familiar sound of shuffling papers and low murmurs filled the air. You had recently been transferred to AP Computer Science by your mother’s request. The teacher was discussing data analysis. They turned to the whiteboard, where they had written several bullet points. “First, we need to understand data collection.”

“This is where we gather information from various sources. It’s essential to choose reliable methods. Can anyone provide an example?” A young man raised his hand, mainly focused on the notebook on his desk.

“Yes, Drake.” The teacher replied as they leaned their backside against their desk. “We could use sensors or databases.”, “Correct. Well done.” After a few minutes, you tuned out the sound of their voice. Mainly focused on taking down the notes written on the board. Your ears perked up at the mention of an assignment. The teacher’s gaze swept across the room, lingering on a few students. “Next week, you’ll begin to work on a project analyzing a dataset of your choice. You will be required to pick your own partners this week so you have the weekend to prepare.”

The students responded with a few quiet hums and the teacher ended the class like that. The room was mainly silent besides the few people speaking to ask other students to be their partners. Assuming since you were new you wouldn’t get picked, you stood up to talk to one of your random classmates only to be met by a chest slamming into your nose.

“Shit-”

You heard a familiar voice say, their hands reaching out to secure you before you fell. “Are you alright?” They asked. Once your vision cleared, you realized why it was familiar. It was the same guy that answered the teacher. “Drake?” Your mutter came out before you could stop it, he let out a dry chuckle. “Tim, actually. Drake’s my family name.” He corrected. “Sorry about that. I was just coming to ask you if you wanted to be partners since I noticed you were new.” What a coincidence, you were about to do the same thing. “Oh, well I’m lucky then. We can meet at the Gotham library later, like 5PM-ish?” You weren’t sure if he’d be okay with giving his number off to a complete stranger.

He hummed for a second, thinking if he was busy around that time. Then he nodded his head as confirmation. “It’s a date. Talk to you later, (L/N).” He said before leaving the class, phone in his hands as he typed away like crazy. You could literally hear the sound of his thumbs touching the screen from that far away. Sighing, you sat back into your desk. You decide to try finishing your homework early today so you could focus on planning for the project. You even texted your mom not to pick you up since you would be meeting with Tim later. When you were done, you stood up to go for a walk to the cafeteria. Maybe you could get some coffee to stay awake. All AP classes were no joke, you were a little annoyed at your mom for forcing you to go to them so suddenly. While you were smart, you weren’t exactly a fan of school. You just did what you had to do to pass and that’s all. So when you found out you would have to be learning more because of your ‘potential’ you got rightfully pissed. It didn’t matter though. Once you were in AP, you can’t get out of it unless your parents signed for it (which your mother clearly isn’t budging on) or you flunk. And you weren’t about to fail Senior year just to get out of harder classes. Once you reached it, the room was mainly empty as most people went home. But the worker was still there until school closing time. There were groups still there, most likely waiting for their rides. You decided to order a croissant with ice coffee, making your way to an empty table to eat. You pulled out one of your notebooks to get to planning ideas.

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The Sun had already set in Gotham due to the amount of buildings surrounding the city causing the car Tim was in to be fully dark, the only source of light was that of the laptop on his lap. The image broadcasted was that of the cafeteria’s cameras directed at you. You were writing notes with one hand and eating a pastry with the other. He couldn’t take his eyes off you. He had one of his notebooks beside him, taking notes when he noticed any quirks of yours. Like how you would subconsciously bite your nails or pick at your skin when you were stressed and the food you ordered. Then he took a look at what you were writing. At first he thought you were still working on ideas for the project. But as he kept reading, he realized that it seemed to be more of a fantasy novel. “Hm.. If I can just.. There we go.” He mutters to himself as he managed to zoom close enough to the book’s cover to see that it was a novel. ‘The Whispers of the Assassin.’ Quite the title. He searches the book online to have it delivered to the manor as soon as possible. “The Whispers of the Assassin follows Elara, a skilled assassin haunted by her past. Tasked with eliminating a crime lord responsible for her family's down.. Okay, I’ll read it later.” Tim thought to himself that he could suggest using this novel as a dataset, might help you be more interested to work with him on the project.

He’ll decide once he reads the book himself, for now, it’s best not to bring it up. When he realized the time was close to 5PM, Tim moved to the driver’s seat of his car to reach the library before you did. He would be a cover story that he was there the whole time.

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When you finally reached the library, you found Tim scribbling notes in the same notebook he was using during class.When he heard your footsteps, he closed the book before you could get too close. Placing it back into his bag, he pulled out a tablet. “Hey.” He gave you a small smile. “Hey back.” You sat on the other side of the table, pulling out your own notes. “I wrote a few ideas on what we could use as a dataset and the methods. You can tell me which ones you find interesting.” You slid the papers to him, letting him read everything. “Hmm.. Good. The ideas, I mean. Here, we could use a novel. What novels do you like?”

“Well, I was reading a novel recently about a book called ‘The Whispers of the Assassin.’ It’s really good, you should read it. But I thought maybe we could use that.” Great minds think alike. You saw him typing away at his comically large tablet, he skimmed through the summary. He didn’t answer right away, almost like he was absorbed in the story.

But eventually he directed his face back to you. “Interesting. I’ll buy it later.” He tapped his index finger, eyes slightly unfocused. Before he stopped abruptly. “Since we’re basically done planning, there’s not much to do here.” He chuckles, turning to face his attention to one of the windows. “What do you like about the book?” His gaze wasn’t on you but he was still talking to you. “Well.. I like the main character, Elara. She’s a total badass. Her family died because of this mob boss and she goes after him to avenge her family. She honestly reminds me of Batman.” You could see him try to stop himself from cracking a smile from that. “Yeah, now I have to read it. I’ve had an obsession with Batman since I was a kid.” That explains the huge bat logo on his shirt. “Oh, so you’re a superhero nerd?” He nodded his head, smiling.

“Oh, shit. I completely forgot to tell you my name. It’s (Y/N).” You instinctively reached your hand out for him to shake and he surprisingly shook it as soon as you held it out. “That’s a pretty name.” He mused on it for a second before freeing your hand from his grip. “What else do you like to do?” The single sentence led to a conversation for a few hours before you left for your respective homes.

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“Young master Tim, a delivery has arrived in your name.” Alfred’s voice could be heard through the door as he insisted on repeatedly knocking till Tim answered. “Thank you, Alfred.” He was about to close the door but the older man blocked the way with the tip of his foot. “I’m sorry to be a bother but Master Bruce has been concerned with your amount of screen time.”

Tim sighed slightly, he couldn’t help but be annoyed at the fact that they were taking time out of his busy schedule just to worry over nothing. “I can guarantee you both that I am fine. Just been busy with projects. AP classes are kind of kicking my ass right now. Thanks again.” He took the package from him without another word, pushing the man’s foot with his own. He quickly closed the door before he could be berated with even more of their concerns.

His room was clean but definitely not organized. Wires and computers were everywhere, books filled to the brim with the most minute of details about you. He made his way back to his bed, closing his laptop and pulling out his phone and earphones. He put the small buds in his ears, playing ‘8 HOURS OF BROWN NOISE’ as he began reading the novel. Four hours later, he had already finished it. Though, he had trained his mind to be able to handle large amounts of information in short periods. While the book most definitely had its flaws, it wasn’t bad. Now, just to finish the project so he can spend more time with you.

☆ 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩. ©◞✶ envyi5envious

[justinspoliticalcorner]

The Guardian:

Research published in the Lancet medical journal estimates that the death toll in Gaza during the first nine months of the Israel-Hamas war was about 40% higher than numbers recorded by the Palestinian territory’s health ministry. The peer-reviewed statistical analysis was conducted by academics at the London School of Hygiene & Tropical Medicine, Yale University and other institutions, using a statistical method called capture-recapture analysis. The researchers sought to assess the death toll from Israel’s air and ground campaign in Gaza between October 2023 and the end of June 2024, estimating 64,260 deaths due to traumatic injury during this period. The study said 59.1% were women, children and people over the age of 65. It did not provide an estimate of Palestinian combatants among the dead. Up to 30 June last year, the health ministry in Gaza reported a death toll of 37,877 in the war, which began on 7 October 2023 after the Hamas-led attack on southern Israel in which 1,200 people were killed and more than 250 taken hostages. According to Palestinian health officials, a total of more than 46,000 people have been killed in the Gaza war, from a prewar population of about 2.3 million. It has not been possible for international media to independently verify the death toll in Gaza as Israel does not allow foreign journalists into the territory. A senior Israeli official, commenting on the study published on Friday, said Israel’s armed forces went to great lengths to avoid civilian casualties. “No other army in the world has ever taken such wide-ranging measures,” the official said. “These include providing advance warning to civilians to evacuate, safe zones and taking any and all measures to prevent harm to civilians. The figures provided in this report do not reflect the situation on the ground.” The Lancet study said the Palestinian health ministry’s capacity for maintaining electronic death records had previously proven reliable, but deteriorated under Israel’s military campaign, which has included raids on hospitals and other healthcare facilities and disruptions to digital communications. Israel accuses Hamas of using hospitals as cover for its operations, which the militant group denies. The study used death toll data from the health ministry, an online survey launched by the ministry for Palestinians to report relatives’ deaths, and social media obituaries to estimate that there were between 55,298 and 78,525 deaths from traumatic injuries in Gaza up to 30 June 2024.

The study’s best estimate was 64,260 dead, which would mean the health ministry had under-reported the number of deaths to that point by 41%. The estimate represented 2.9% of Gaza’s prewar population, “or approximately one in 35 inhabitants”, the study said. The figure is only for deaths from traumatic injuries and does not include deaths from a lack of healthcare or food, or the thousands believed to be buried under rubble.

The Lancet’s study reveals that the death toll in Gaza is significantly higher than the official numbers, leading to the credence of claims that the death toll is undercounted.

[starcurtain]

I know you touched on this a little bit but you have some of the best analysis for Aventurine around and I was hoping you might go a little deeper on Ratio and Aventurine’s relationship pre-penacony. Like they obviously knew each other and their relationship is better than what the game shows because of the plan, but it is difficult to tell just how well they knew each other and how close they actually were. What is your reading or even just head canons on them before penacony?

Two asks together, since they're mostly on the same topic:

Regarding Ratio and Aventurine's partnership, although they obviously knew each other before Penacony, there are some conflicting points that make it difficult to tell how long they might have known each other.

On the one hand, we've never been given confirmation, either through flavor text, items, readables, or marketing material, that Ratio and Aventurine have been on any noteworthy, named missions together before Penacony. When Ratio is included with the IPC crew, it's always marketed as "The Penacony Special Ops Team" or something like that, indicating that--so far as the devs want us to know right now--Aventurine and Ratio's first big mission together was Penacony.

There's also the fact that Ratio seems genuinely concerned for Aventurine's safety. Although it's possible that Penacony was just the highest the stakes have ever been, I feel like someone who has a long history of working with Aventurine would be more exasperated and less genuinely fearful of the outcome. Compare Topaz's reactions to Aventurine, like "Ugh your tricks are annoying, but fine, I'll work with you because I know you always get the job done" to Ratio's reactions in Penacony--the "Doctor's Advice" message seems to be seriously concerned that Aventurine would not win his gamble without assistance. To me, it seems that someone with a long history of working with Aventurine would be a little more used to his methods of operating.

However, there are some weird moments that seem to indicate a little more personal of a connection, or a little longer of a history--particularly the moment where Ratio talks about joining the Genius Society and Aventurine claps back with "Wait, I thought you gave up on that a long time ago?" We're told from Ratio's character stories that he never directly told anyone about his dreams of joining the Genius Society, although people speculate on it. Therefore, the only ways that Aventurine could know Ratio "gave up on that dream" would be if Ratio told him (something extremely personal, which we've never seen him share with others before) or if Aventurine was so nosy and diligent that he hunted down that information (read the "personal" biography of Ratio mentioned in Ratio's character stories) before joining up with the doctor for their mission.

We know from Ratio's comments on the Radiant Feldspar that the Intelligentsia Guild considers his work with Aventurine to be a "strategic partnership" and that Ratio agreed to the mission after being asked to do so, that he didn't seek it out (at least as far as he claims to the Trailblazer). Coupling this with the fact that Ratio was the IPC's liaison sent to the Herta Space Station, and I get the impression that Ratio is just somewhat the go-to "go-between" for the IPC and the Intelligentsia Guild; he's more likely to do IPC jobs than other Intelligentsia Guild members, and not all of it is connected to Aventurine.

Overall, although I would love them having a whole long history, my thought is that they likely knew of each other before Penacony, but hadn't actually partnered on anything major. Aventurine probably knew that Ratio was a reliable member of the Intelligentsia Guild who was willing to do IPC work, and knew that he would need someone smart in that position to be his "man on the inside" during the Cornerstone switcheroo in Penacony, so he likely put in the request to the Intelligentsia Guild to have Ratio assigned as his partner for Penacony. If not a direct request for Ratio personally, than at least a request for their smartest/most effective asset.

If he did ask for Ratio personally, then likely before he even asked, Aventurine had probably done a deep dive into Ratio's history to make sure he knew everything there was to know about his possible new partner (at the very least, he read Ratio's biography). Then he ended up "testing" Ratio's mettle in the Final Victor lightcone scenario--checking whether Ratio could actually handle the brand of crazy that was going to go down in Penacony.

I think Aventurine expected that his new partner would be able to play the part, but I don't think he anticipated how personal their connection would become...

Also regarding Aventurine having a "strategic partner" when none of the other Stonehearts seem to--I think that's just deliberate, to show the difference in the strategy each Stoneheart employs. Topaz is always accompanied by her squad of underlings because she's the workaholic-super-manager type. Jade is all about the art of the one-on-one deal. Aventurine is the schemer who comes up with crazy plans and uses every tool at his disposal--including partnerships with other people--to achieve that goal. He's the only one with a partner from the Intelligentsia Guild because, so far at least, he's the only one whose mission plans required that kind of partnership.

Aventurine is literally that "I know a guy" guy. 😂

[matchalovertrait]

Alegría v Caruso: Day 2, Pt. 1

Everybody was seated, waiting for the trial to resume after what seemed like a never-ending weekend. Seriously, it felt like 4 months (and 7 days, if we want to be exact).

While Erick and Ángel felt a little uneasy after how Day 1 ended, Noemí was rather optimistic. She would feel comforted knowing Dulce was on the right side, even if the jury made a decision against her.

Lewis, however, felt pretty guilty for not sharing his suspicions regarding Caruso. In his defense, most people probably wouldn't like being told, "Your partner is a shady, lying jerk. And he squeezed my hand too hard."

When Lewis confessed this to Dulce, she forgave him. It didn't matter anymore. Yeah, maybe she wouldn't have believed Lewis, and that thought was unsettling.

On the other side of the room, Isabela was silently scolding Caruso for... reasons.

Hold on, were they trying to match outfits like Dulce and Antonio? The audacity when their claim was Caruso's "originality"...

It didn't take long for Caruso to be spared from the continuous bickering. The judge walked into the courtroom and took a seat, making Isabela settle down.

"This court is now in session," he announced. It was showtime.

Antonio stood up from his seat and walked over to the judge's bench.

“Your Honor, today we present a crucial piece of evidence: Ms. Alegría’s personal notebook, containing years’ worth of handwritten notes and original recipes.”

Chatter was heard around the room. What an interesting development.

Isabela shot up from her seat. “Objection! The notebook could have been fabricated over the weekend.”

A valid concern, but the judge was much too intrigued. “Overruled. We will hear the evidence first.”

Isabela remained firm, determined to cast doubt. “But, Your Honor. The defense was not made aware of this evidence before today.”

“Ms. Alegría could not find it, and we were unsure it would be found on time," Antonio explained.

That is technically the truth. Dulce was impressed with Antonio's ability to say just enough.

Antonio added, "Given that it contains important material to this case, we ask for it to be admitted."

“I will allow it.” His nod signaled for Antonio to continue.

“This notebook contains the ingredient lists and handwritten revisions. Momentarily, the ink analysis expert will verify when these entries were made.”

The screens behind him showed photographs of the pages from the notebook. The jurors nodded listened attentively.

Dr. Nadia Galecki, a forensic document analyst, was called to the stand.

Antonio began. "Dr. Galecki, can you explain how you determined the authenticity of this piece of evidence?"

"Using chemical testing, we conducted an ink dating analysis to determine when the ink was applied to the pages. The compounds in ink change over time, and by measuring these changes, we can estimate how long ago something was written."

"And what conclusions did you draw?"

"Based on our tests, the majority of the entries predate Ms. Alegría's relationship with Mr. Caruso by several years—some, nearly a decade."

The people in the courtroom whispered, and Caruso could not believe what was happening. How is he so good at this? He can't be real.

"Thank you, Dr. Galecki. No further questions." Checkmate.

It was Isabela's turn. "Dr. Galecki, ink dating analysis is not an exact science. How precise are these results, really? Could there be a margin of error of weeks? Months? ...Years?"

The analyst seemed to take offense to that. "It is a highly reliable method. Science is never absolute, but our tests can generally determine whether the ink was applied within a certain time frame. We use multiple techniques to ensure accuracy."

"But you also found that some entries were written after Ms. Alegría met Mr. Caruso, right?"

Dr. Galecki did not falter. "Yes, but it does not change the fact that the majority of the notebook is older than their relationship."

Isabela frowned.

Meanwhile, Dulce was pleased with how things were going. She hoped her joy wasn't too obvious. Winning was always fun.

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Taurus in Astrology: A Comprehensive Analysis Of Taurus Placements

Taurus, ruled by Venus, is a fixed earth sign associated with stability, sensuality, practicality, and an appreciation for beauty. Taurus’s energy is steady, persistent, and deeply rooted in the physical world, prioritizing security and comfort. When Taurus influences various planets and astrological points in a natal chart, its energy manifests uniquely, shaping how an individual experiences life. Below is an in-depth exploration of Taurus in all key placements and points.

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Sun In Taurus

When the Sun is in Taurus, it creates a personality that is steady, practical, and deeply connected to the material world. The Sun represents the core essence and ego, and Taurus imbues this with a love for comfort, security, and the pleasures of life. Taurus Sun individuals value stability above all else and are deeply loyal, making them reliable and trustworthy in all their relationships and endeavors.

They have a natural appreciation for beauty and often surround themselves with luxurious or aesthetically pleasing environments. Nature often plays a significant role in their lives, as Taurus thrives in settings that allow them to feel grounded and connected to the earth.

However, this strong connection to the material world can sometimes lead to resistance to change. Taurus Sun individuals may be stubborn or overly fixated on maintaining their comfort zone, making them reluctant to adapt to new circumstances. Their life journey involves learning to embrace growth while maintaining their inner sense of security.

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Moon In Taurus

The Moon governs emotions, instincts, and the inner self, and its placement in Taurus creates a deeply grounded and emotionally stable individual. Taurus Moon individuals find comfort in routine and are soothed by sensory experiences such as good food, soft textures, and peaceful surroundings. They have a nurturing nature and are often seen as a source of emotional support for others, offering a calm and steady presence during difficult times.

Emotionally, Taurus Moon people seek stability and avoid unnecessary drama. They are loyal and protective of their loved ones, valuing long-term relationships over fleeting connections. However, they can become overly attached to familiar people or situations, finding it difficult to let go even when it is necessary.

Their emotional security is often tied to material stability, making them deeply motivated to create a solid foundation for themselves and their families. Their journey involves learning to balance their need for comfort with the ability to embrace change when it benefits their emotional growth.

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Mercury In Taurus

Mercury, the planet of communication and intellect, takes on a pragmatic and deliberate quality when placed in Taurus. These individuals are not quick thinkers, but they are thorough, preferring to take their time to process information and make decisions. Their communication style is straightforward and calm, often rooted in practicality and common sense.

Taurus Mercury individuals are excellent at explaining complex ideas in simple, relatable terms. They have a talent for turning abstract concepts into tangible applications, making them skilled in fields that require practicality and strategy. However, they can sometimes be resistant to new ideas or cling to outdated ways of thinking.

In conversations, they value depth and prefer meaningful discussions over superficial chatter. Their approach to learning is methodical, and they excel in subjects that require patience and persistence. This placement also brings an appreciation for the arts and an ability to express themselves beautifully through writing or speech.

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Venus In Taurus

As the ruler of Taurus, Venus is especially strong and comfortable in this sign. Venus governs love, relationships, and aesthetics, and its placement in Taurus emphasizes sensuality, loyalty, and an appreciation for the finer things in life. Taurus Venus individuals approach love with a steady and committed attitude, prioritizing long-term security over fleeting romance.

These individuals are deeply romantic and enjoy showing their affection through physical touch, thoughtful gifts, or acts of service. They thrive in relationships that offer stability and mutual respect. However, they can be possessive or overly attached to their partners, as they fear losing the security they value so highly.

Venus in Taurus also brings a natural talent for recognizing and creating beauty. These individuals often have an artistic flair or a strong appreciation for art, music, and nature. They are happiest when surrounded by beauty and comfort, whether in their relationships or their physical environment.

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Mars In Taurus

Mars, the planet of action, energy, and passion, becomes steady and methodical in Taurus. Individuals with Mars in Taurus are not impulsive; instead, they channel their energy into long-term goals, working persistently to achieve success. They have immense endurance and rarely give up once they’ve set their sights on something.

In relationships, Taurus Mars individuals are deeply sensual and value physical connection. They approach passion with a slow-burning intensity, preferring to build deep and lasting bonds. However, they can be stubborn in their desires and may struggle to compromise when their goals are challenged.

This placement often creates a strong connection to the physical world, making these individuals excellent at working with their hands or excelling in fields related to construction, agriculture, or the arts. Their challenge lies in overcoming inertia, as they may take time to get started but are unstoppable once in motion.

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Jupiter In Taurus

Jupiter, the planet of expansion, growth, and luck, thrives in Taurus by emphasizing abundance, prosperity, and a connection to the natural world. Taurus Jupiter individuals attract success through patience and consistent effort. They believe in the value of hard work and are often rewarded with financial stability and material comfort.

These individuals find joy in life’s simple pleasures, such as good food, beautiful surroundings, and meaningful relationships. They are generous and enjoy sharing their abundance with others, often serving as providers for their families or communities.

However, Jupiter in Taurus can sometimes lead to overindulgence or excessive attachment to material wealth. Their life path involves learning to balance their love for comfort with spiritual growth and a broader perspective on life.

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Saturn In Taurus

Saturn, the planet of discipline, structure, and responsibility, creates a practical and grounded energy in Taurus. Individuals with this placement excel at building lasting foundations, whether in their careers, relationships, or personal lives. They are patient and methodical, often achieving success through hard work and perseverance.

Taurus Saturn individuals are deeply motivated by a desire for security and stability, which can sometimes lead to an overly cautious or conservative approach to life. They may fear change or take on too much responsibility, feeling burdened by the need to provide for themselves and others.

This placement teaches the value of patience and persistence, as well as the importance of balancing material pursuits with emotional and spiritual fulfillment.

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Uranus In Taurus

Uranus governs innovation, sudden change, rebellion, and individuality. In Taurus, Uranus takes on a unique energy, balancing the need for innovation with a grounded and practical approach. Individuals with Uranus in Taurus are often focused on creating change in areas related to resources, finances, and the environment. They are forward-thinking yet cautious, seeking sustainable solutions to modern problems rather than adopting risky or impulsive methods.

This placement often coincides with societal shifts in the way we view and handle material wealth, agriculture, and technology. On a personal level, these individuals may have unconventional ideas about how to build stability or security. For example, they might embrace new technologies in farming, sustainable architecture, or alternative financial systems.

However, Uranus in Taurus can create tension between the desire for stability and the need for change. These individuals may resist change at first, only to experience sudden and dramatic shifts when they finally decide to act. Their journey involves learning how to innovate without losing their sense of security and grounding.

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Neptune In Taurus

Neptune represents dreams, spirituality, creativity, and idealism. When Neptune is in Taurus, individuals are deeply inspired by the beauty and richness of the natural world. They may find spiritual fulfillment through connecting with nature, creating art, or enjoying sensory experiences like music, food, or touch.

Taurus Neptune individuals have a romanticized view of material possessions and the physical world. They may dream of creating a life that combines luxury with simplicity, such as living in a beautifully designed home surrounded by nature. This placement fosters a strong connection to beauty, often leading to careers or hobbies in design, fashion, or the arts.

However, Neptune in Taurus can also bring challenges. These individuals may become overly idealistic about money or possessions, confusing material wealth with emotional or spiritual satisfaction. They may also struggle with escapism, using comfort or indulgence to avoid dealing with deeper issues. The key to balance lies in recognizing that true beauty and fulfillment come from within, not just from external sources.

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Pluto In Taurus

Pluto represents power, transformation, and deep psychological growth. In Taurus, Pluto intensifies the desire for security, stability, and control over material resources. Individuals with Pluto in Taurus are deeply driven to create lasting structures in their lives, whether in the form of financial success, strong relationships, or personal growth.

This placement often signals a profound connection to the physical world and an intense focus on acquiring wealth or resources. These individuals are resilient and have the ability to rebuild their lives even after significant losses. They may undergo transformative experiences related to their values, possessions, or sense of security, learning to let go of attachments that no longer serve them.

Pluto in Taurus individuals may also confront issues of power and control in their relationships or financial dealings. Their life path involves learning to balance their desire for stability with the need for growth and change, ultimately discovering that true security comes from within.

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Chiron In Taurus

Chiron, known as the "wounded healer," represents deep wounds and the potential for healing and growth. In Taurus, Chiron highlights wounds related to self-worth, financial stability, or material security. Individuals with Chiron in Taurus may feel that they are not "enough" or struggle with a sense of lack, even if they have material abundance.

This placement often brings up challenges around the idea of value—both personal and material. These individuals may have experienced financial instability, feelings of inadequacy, or a lack of comfort in their early lives. As a result, they may overcompensate by clinging to possessions or striving for financial success.

Healing for Chiron in Taurus involves learning to recognize their intrinsic worth, independent of external factors. By developing a sense of self-love and confidence, they can overcome their insecurities and find true peace. Their journey often inspires others, as they use their own healing process to help others discover their value and worth.

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Ceres In Taurus

Ceres represents nurturing, care, and how we sustain ourselves and others. When in Taurus, Ceres emphasizes a strong connection to the earth, physical comfort, and material security. Individuals with this placement express love and care through tangible acts, such as providing food, creating a cozy home, or offering financial support.

These individuals are deeply nurturing and often take on the role of the provider in their relationships. They find fulfillment in creating a stable and beautiful environment for themselves and their loved ones. However, they may struggle with over-identifying their worth with their ability to provide, feeling insecure if they are unable to offer material support.

Ceres in Taurus also highlights a love for nature and agriculture. These individuals may be drawn to gardening, farming, or environmental work, finding solace in the rhythms of the natural world. Their life path involves balancing their desire to nurture others with their own need for self-care and emotional fulfillment.

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Pallas In Taurus

Pallas Athena, an asteroid representing wisdom, strategy, and problem-solving, takes on a grounded and practical energy in Taurus. Individuals with Pallas in Taurus excel at creating structured, tangible solutions to challenges. They approach problems methodically, using patience and persistence to achieve their goals.

This placement often brings a natural talent for design, architecture, or any field that combines beauty with functionality. Pallas in Taurus individuals are strategic thinkers who can turn abstract ideas into concrete plans. They value practicality and are often sought out for their ability to provide stable, reliable advice.

However, their focus on practicality can sometimes limit their creativity, as they may resist exploring unconventional or abstract ideas. Learning to balance their logical approach with openness to innovation can help them reach their full potential.

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Vesta In Taurus

Vesta represents focus, dedication, and the sacred aspects of life. In Taurus, Vesta emphasizes devotion to creating stability, beauty, and comfort. These individuals are deeply committed to their goals and often find spiritual fulfillment through tangible achievements, such as building a home, cultivating a garden, or creating art.

Vesta in Taurus individuals have a strong work ethic and are willing to put in the effort required to create lasting results. They are often drawn to careers or hobbies that involve working with their hands or connecting with the natural world.

However, this placement can also lead to over-attachment to material pursuits or a reluctance to let go of what they have built. Their journey involves recognizing that their true worth and sense of purpose come from within, not just from external accomplishments.

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Juno In Taurus

Juno, the asteroid of marriage and commitment, takes on a loyal and grounded energy in Taurus. Individuals with Juno in Taurus value stability, loyalty, and physical affection in their partnerships. They seek relationships that offer long-term security and are deeply devoted to their partners.

This placement emphasizes the importance of shared values and mutual respect in relationships. Juno in Taurus individuals are often attracted to partners who share their love of comfort, beauty, and tradition. However, they may struggle with possessiveness or fear of change, especially if their sense of security feels threatened.

Their path involves learning to balance their desire for stability with the ability to adapt and grow within their relationships. By cultivating trust and open communication, they can create partnerships that are both enduring and fulfilling.

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Lot of Fortune In Taurus

The Lot of Fortune represents where we find our greatest joy and success. When placed in Taurus, this point indicates that the individual’s path to happiness lies in creating and maintaining a solid foundation—be it in their financial life, personal relationships, or emotional well-being. Those with the Lot of Fortune in Taurus often experience fulfillment through material stability, self-sufficiency, and enjoying the simple pleasures of life, such as good food, nature, and comfort.

This placement often rewards patience and persistence. Success may come slowly but steadily over time. People with the Lot of Fortune in Taurus may find that they are naturally good at managing resources, building wealth, and creating long-term security. Their greatest sense of joy comes from enjoying the fruits of their labor, often through tangible things like their home, career, and possessions.

While they may need to work on letting go of over-attachment to material things, the Lot of Fortune in Taurus suggests that happiness is often found in the cultivation of beauty, stability, and personal growth.

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Black Moon Lilith In Taurus

Black Moon Lilith represents our untamed, raw energy and areas of life where we feel a need to rebel against societal expectations. In Taurus, Black Moon Lilith emphasizes a deep and powerful connection to the earth, sensuality, and personal values. These individuals may have an innate desire for physical pleasure, beauty, and security, but there can also be a tendency to hide or suppress these desires due to fear of judgment or rejection.

Those with Black Moon Lilith in Taurus may struggle with their attachment to material possessions or feel ashamed of their sensual or sexual desires. This placement calls for embracing the power of pleasure and luxury without guilt. There may also be a tendency to resist societal expectations around money, beauty, or what constitutes "enough."

For these individuals, reclaiming their inner power involves confronting the darker sides of their need for material security and sensual indulgence. They must learn to accept and embrace their innate desires for comfort and pleasure, integrating this power into their lives without shame.

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North Node In Taurus

The North Node represents the soul's purpose and the lessons we are meant to learn in this lifetime. When the North Node is in Taurus, the individual’s path involves embracing stability, patience, and connection to the physical world. They are encouraged to slow down, find their own rhythm, and learn how to create lasting value through persistence, hard work, and practical choices.

Taurus North Node individuals may have come from past lifetimes (or early experiences in this life) where they were too focused on intellectual pursuits or were overly idealistic. The North Node in Taurus urges them to shift towards a more grounded, material existence, learning the importance of self-sufficiency and cultivating inner and outer security.

Their journey involves releasing tendencies to cling to transient, fleeting experiences and instead build a solid foundation for themselves and their loved ones. By embracing life’s simple pleasures and learning to appreciate the physical world, Taurus North Node individuals will find greater contentment and fulfillment.

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South Node In Taurus

The South Node represents the habits, tendencies, and patterns we bring from past lives or early in this life. In Taurus, the South Node indicates that individuals may have a tendency to over-focus on material wealth, comfort, or indulgence, sometimes to the point of complacency. While these individuals may have a natural talent for creating financial security or appreciating the pleasures of life, they are urged to release any over-attachment to these things to fulfill their soul’s purpose.

The South Node in Taurus may indicate a tendency to resist change, leading to stagnation or an excessive need for routine. These individuals may also struggle with a fear of loss or insecurity, which could lead to clinging to what they have. Overcoming this attachment to the past is key to their growth.

The challenge for South Node Taurus individuals is to learn to release their attachment to comfort and material gain, moving towards the lessons of the North Node (in Scorpio)—which involves transformation, emotional depth, and the exploration of the unseen aspects of life.

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Ascendant (Rising) In Taurus

The Ascendant represents how we present ourselves to the world, our outward behavior, and how we approach new experiences. With Taurus rising, individuals come across as grounded, calm, and reliable. They often have a strong physical presence, with a natural sensuality that draws others in. These individuals value comfort, beauty, and security, and they typically seek stability in their personal and professional lives.

Those with Taurus Ascendant may have a slow, deliberate approach to life. They are often seen as patient and persistent, willing to work hard to achieve their goals. They may also have a strong connection to the earth, nature, and physical pleasures. There is a natural charm to this placement, and Taurus Ascendant people often come across as approachable, trustworthy, and steady.

However, Taurus Rising individuals can sometimes be seen as stubborn or resistant to change. They prefer to stay in their comfort zones, and change often requires considerable effort. The key challenge is learning to balance their need for stability with the flexibility required for personal growth.

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Midheaven In Taurus

The Midheaven represents one's public image, career, and ambitions. With Taurus on the Midheaven, individuals are often drawn to careers that provide financial security, long-term stability, and a solid reputation. These individuals are practical, patient, and methodical in their approach to work and ambition. They are typically hardworking and willing to put in the effort required to achieve their professional goals, and they are often seen as dependable and reliable in the workplace.

A career in fields that involve tangible products, finance, beauty, agriculture, or design is often appealing to Taurus Midheaven individuals. They may be drawn to careers that allow them to build something lasting, such as real estate, finance, or the arts. Their ambition tends to be steady and persistent, and they take pride in creating something that will endure.

Taurus Midheaven individuals must be cautious not to become overly fixated on status or material wealth. True success for them lies in finding a career that aligns with their values and allows them to feel secure and content.

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Imum Coeli (IC) In Taurus

The Imum Coeli represents the root of the chart—our family, home life, and inner emotional foundation. With Taurus on the IC, individuals often seek emotional security and comfort through their home and family environment. They are typically deeply connected to their roots and value a stable, nurturing home life.

These individuals may come from families where material security or the comfort of the physical world was highly valued. They are likely to carry this attachment to comfort and stability into their adult lives, often seeking to create a home that is calm, beautiful, and full of sensory delights.

Taurus IC individuals may struggle with letting go of the past or fear of losing the security they’ve built. Their challenge lies in learning to cultivate emotional security that doesn’t depend entirely on external circumstances. They are encouraged to create a solid foundation of self-worth and self-sufficiency that allows them to feel at home wherever they are.

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Descendant In Taurus

The Descendant represents our approach to relationships and the qualities we seek in a partner. With Taurus on the Descendant, individuals are drawn to stable, reliable, and sensual partners who can provide security and comfort. They value loyalty, consistency, and shared values, and they often seek partners who appreciate beauty, luxury, and the simple pleasures of life.

These individuals tend to be very committed in relationships, preferring long-term partnerships over short-term flings. They may also seek partners who share their desire for financial security and emotional stability. However, they may struggle with being overly possessive or dependent on their partners for their sense of security.

Their challenge is learning to balance their need for stability with the ability to allow their relationships to grow and change. A healthy relationship for Taurus Descendant individuals is one that combines loyalty and sensuality with room for personal growth and mutual respect.

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Conclusion

This completes this exploration of Taurus across various placements in the natal chart. Each Taurus placement contributes its grounded, practical, and sensual energy to various aspects of life, highlighting the need for security, stability, and a deep connection to the physical world. By understanding the strengths and challenges of Taurus in each placement, individuals can cultivate a life that embraces both material success and emotional fulfillment.

[ragzonacamrencruise]

Betrayal (An ATLA analysis)

It's really important to me, how, in the Avatar universe, the person who's at the right side of the throne (essentially the right hand), always betrays the one sitting on the said throne.

Exhibit A:

Long Feng, kept the King oblivious to the Hundered Year War and handled all matters that are not partying or charity events, making him the de facto ruler of Ba Sing Se without even the King's knowledge, essentially paving a way for his betrayal.

Exhibit B:

Zuko, said it himself, that he was literally at his father's right hand. Even Azula got only the second best seat. And the next thing Zuko does? He betrays his father. I know what you're all thinking. But didn't Zuko already betray him before? Well, he did when he released Aang from Zhao as the Blue Spirit. But, the important point is, his explicit orders were to capture the Avatar to restore his honour. It didn't matter which methods he used to do it. He only ever openly betrayed his father during the eclipse and that was after he was placed at the right hand in the war meeting.

Exhibit C:

Mai, a betrayal that was a turning point in Azula's declining mental health. But hey, Ty Lee betrayed Azula too, right? Yes. But that doesn't change the fact that Mai did it first and she was sat at Azula's right hand. Mai never really feared Azula. She only followed her around out of her own will. Ty Lee on the other hand, when Azula recruits her at the circus, is found showing fear. She only had the guts to betray Azula after Mai did.

It really puts into perspective how Ty Lee couldn't betray Azula until provoked because she feared her, and Mai betrayed Azula because she didn't fear her enough. It further solidifies Azula's stellar line, "You should've feared me more!", insisting that if Mai had feared her more, she wouldn't have betrayed her. This especially holds true because it's later explained by Azula herself that, "Fear is the only reliable way." Fear kept Ty Lee in line but liberalised Mai cuz she didn't fear Azula more.

But all that goes out the window because Ty Lee betrayed Azula too. This is also one of the main reasons why Azula banishes most of the people around her. Because, "None of them can be trusted", and she trusted Mai as she knew Mai never feared her. It hurts her deeper because she trusted Mai and let her mantra of "Fear is the only reliable way" go, and guess what happens? She betrays her.

This solidifies three things in her brain: 1. Trust doesn't work, and, 2. Fear doesn't work either. 3. Nothing works, really.

Therefore, her action of banishing everybody with, "Sooner or later they all would've betrayed me."

This works for Exhibits A and B too. Long Feng never feared King Kuei and King Kuei completely trusted him until he learned of his betrayal. Trust didn't work, and fear didn't work either.

Zuko had never trusted his father. He only feared him. He has a physical scar on his body to prove it. But once that fear starts to deteriorate, he openly confronts his father and betrays him, letting go of his fear with, "It was cruel, and it was wrong!". Trust didn't work, and fear didn't work either.

So, what does work?

Well, the answer is pretty simple.

Love.

Love works. Any number and different kinds of love, be it platonic, or sibling, or romantic, it doesn't matter. It is foolproof!

Genuine care and affection for a person, doesn't let you betray them that easily. It's what made Sokka decide they should help Aang in Book 1. It's what made Yue turn into the moon. It's what made Toph come back to the Gaang again after she stormed off in Book 2. It's what made Aang come back for Bumi in Omashu in Book 2. It's what made Zuko find his path to Iroh again in Book 3.

The lack of love (from her own parents) is what made Azula's mental health deteriorate, as she thought nothing worked; it's depressing because she doesn't know that love actually works, cuz she's never known or experienced love her entire life, so she doesn't even consider it as an option.

The lack of love is what made the Dai Li betray Long Feng. The lack of it drove Zuko's betrayal to Ozai, Mai and Ty Lee's betrayal to Azula and even Jet's betrayal to Katara.

This could go on and on, but the end point here is that Azula's words on betrayal are true, but only when love is taken out of the equation. Love is the 'X' factor. Without it, there really is no equation, as all leads to zero.

[warsofasoiaf]

A feudal contract is a method of gaining power for rulers, ensuring loyalty of the support base they need. The Targaryens didn't need the nobles as a support base before the dance, they were kept around as a convenience. The field of fire and Harrenhal prove that beyond any doubt. Even after the dance you had people like Aegon the Unworthy brutalizing people and taking noble women as he pleased (heavily implied to be without consent in some cases). There was no feudal contract, The Targaryens began as absolute monarchs with dragon power and continued to act as such until people realized that they could put a stop to it.

Westeros is it's own world with it's own politics and culture. You can't understand it perfectly by assuming it functions like medieval Europe. The fact that letting the peasants die during war is standard practice disproves the idea of a feudal structure on the lower end of society as well. The social structure is closer to ancient China.

A feudal contract is also a means to devolve power in the absence of a established central bureaucracy to administer territory. House Targaryen's use of Torrhen Stark to put down the Sunderland revolt or the various (failed) uses of viceroys and other noble appointments to administer the failed conquests of Dorne handily rebut your thesis that they kept around the nobles as a "conveinence." Aegon ruling on legal matters using maesters to advise on legal precedent and customs, and Jaehaerys I's consolidation of the legal code to ensure specific rights granted to lords, knights, and kings from everything to the right of pits and gallows to who is mandated to sit "above the salt" demonstrate that there are very clear structures in place that are very much not an "absolute monarchy." Nobles inherit their fiefs by right, a hallmark of a hereditary military caste and one of the key elements that advanced aristocratic power in regards to royal power.

Moreover, the predation of the nobility over the smallfolk, from Aegon IV's use of the Goldcloakd as his personal kidnap squad to provide women for sexual assault to the vast toll that noble warfare takes on the peasantry is very much keeping in line with history, and GRRM's writing style of "history taken up to 11." Legal protections for young peasant women who found themselves pressured to satisfy a King's lust were minimal (feudalism depended on legal inequality between the social classes). Warfare on medieval Europe often depended upon the chevauchée, a deliberate targeting of peasants to weaken an enemy's economic base and stir up unrest from the peasants who would fear the lack of protection. Medieval warfare of knights versus knights was often a chaotic affair, it was more reliable to strike at a noble's lands and villages, raiding the granaries and terrifying the populace. Taking into account GRRM's own self-described penchant for exaggeration for dramatic emphasis and his style where he often focuses on the lurid even to the detriment of the book in question (Coryanne Wilde), it's quite understandable.

I've never pretended to say that I understand Westerosi society perfectly as you assert. GRRM has been rather open about using a rough layman's grasp of English and European feudalism as a model for the political landscape of Westeros that he drew from that is relatively common to plenty of fantasy writers. He draws from plenty of sources that have shaped his own life as well - a lot of the troubles of war against the smallfolk are drawn from his experiences as a Conscientious Objector in Vietnam portrayed through medieval warfare. He's not a medievalist, but to deny that feudalism is a key component of Westerosi society is not correct, going either from GRRM's own statements or an analysis of the text as a whole; it's just flat-out wrong. You seem to have a singular fixation on the idea that because of the dragons, the Targaryens acted like absolute monarchs, but that's both not true and a remarkably limited conception of what feudalism was.

-SLAL

[carriesthewind]

"Although hired as a consultant by Washington County in this case, Baird had a long-standing independent agenda: helping foster parents across Colorado succeed in intervening and permanently claiming the children they care for. Often working hand in hand with Tim Eirich, she has been called as an expert in, by her count, hundreds of child-welfare cases, and she sometimes evaluates visits between birth families and children without having met them. Baird would not say how many foster-parent intervenor cases she has participated in, but she can recall only a single instance in which she concluded that the intervenors should not keep the child. Thinking that particular couple would be weak adoptive parents, she told me, she simply filed no report."

"With the supply of adoptable babies dropping, foster children were becoming a “hot commodity,” he said, and he and his colleagues (among them Tim Eirich’s law partner Seth Grob) realized that attachment experts could be called into court to argue that foster children needed to remain with their foster parents in order to avoid a severed bond."

"The judge ruled in favor of Eirich’s clients, a social worker and a real-estate agent. “Court found [Baird’s] testimony credible. She has significant experience,” the judge said, adding approvingly that Baird’s analysis had “focused on primacy of attachment over cultural considerations.”"

"Was Baird’s method for evaluating these foster and birth families empirically tested? No, Baird answered: Her method is unpublished and unstandardized, and has remained “pretty much unchanged” since the 1980s. It doesn’t have those “standard validity and reliability things,” she admitted. “It’s not a scientific instrument.”

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Had she considered or was she even aware of the cultural background of the birth family and child whom she was recommending permanently separating? (The case involved a baby girl of multiracial heritage.) Baird answered that babies have “never possessed” a cultural identity, and therefore are “not losing anything,” at their age, by being adopted. Although when such children grow up, she acknowledged, they might say to their now-adoptive parents, “Oh, I didn’t know we were related to the, you know, Pima tribe in northern California, or whatever the circumstances are.”

The Pima tribe is located in the Phoenix metropolitan area."

"We found that — leaving aside the question of whether attachment theory should even be used as an argument in these cases — Baird’s assessments of foster children’s relationships aren’t just unscientific. They barely touch the surface of a child’s life.

“I don’t know these children,” she testified in one 2017 case, adding, “I have not met anybody.” Still, she said, she “strongly” recommended that those children’s birth parents’ rights be permanently terminated and that the kids be adopted."

"She also regularly uses terms like “mirror neurons,” “neurotoxins,” “synapses,” “hormones,” and “encoded trauma in the central nervous system” to justify her conclusions about children’s family relationships. (Baird is not a neuroscientist.)"

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The New Yorker article focuses on possible legislative solutions, but I think these articles point to something more pernicious and more difficult to address. Judges - in all kinds of cases - routinely give credence to professionals and "experts" who are biased, bigoted, and testify far outside their expertise (if they have any expertise at all). These professionals have credentials (like being a police officer or social worker) that are validated by institutional hierarchies. Their frequent systematized interaction with the legal system is mistaken as experience that makes their subjective beliefs more credible, when in truth they lack any objective expertise. They are considered credible and unbiased because they conform to, and validate, systems of hierarchical oppression, while the people they hurt - often poor, marginalized, and most frequently, not white - are viewed with inherent distrust.

The ProPublica article focuses primarily on Baird. I'm more concerned with the judges who believed her, who used her to justify funneling children away from their (safe and loving, but poorer and frequently browner) birth families. She was only able to do so much harm because of the the power given to her by courts, and the judges inside them.

The ProPublic article ends with the line, "This past fall, with Baird’s help, the foster parents were granted full custody of the baby girl through her 18th birthday." It names Baird as a force that led to the theft of this child. The passive voice hides the judge who made the ultimate decision.

[imitationgame77]

Pinging and Tapping

In the world of the Murderbot Diaries, communication is often conducted via comm and feed. Generally, comm is used when internal network is not available, or when one is trying to communicate across space, and feed is used when people are on the same network and allow each other access.

We also often see “pings” and “taps” as a way of quick communication.

Generally, pings are used for comm communications, and taps are used for feed communications, but there seem to be different purposes. Here are what we can gather from the story, and also from real life examples.

[Pings]

Purpose in the MB world:

Pings are typically used for signalling, checking connectivity, and getting responses from other systems or units. They act like a way to see if the other side is present and ready to communicate or respond.

Purpose in Real Life:

Network Connectivity: In computer networks, a "ping" is a diagnostic tool used to test the reachability of a host on an Internet Protocol (IP) network. It measures the round-trip time for messages sent from the originating host to a destination computer.

Usage in the MB World:

Status Checks: Used to check if systems, such as satellites, drones, or transports, are active and responsive. For example, pinging a satellite to see if it responds​​.

Communication Initiation: Used to start communication with other systems, often to establish a connection or share data. For instance, pinging a transport to offer media files in exchange for a ride​​.

Detection: Used by systems to detect the presence of specific units, like SecUnits, without direct contact​​.

Usage in Real Life:

ICMP Echo Request/Reply: The ping command sends an ICMP (Internet Control Message Protocol) Echo Request message to the target host and waits for an ICMP Echo Reply.

Network Troubleshooting: Used to determine if a particular host is reachable and to measure the latency between the source and destination.

[Taps]

Purpose in the MB World:

Taps are used more for internal communication within the network or feed. They serve as a means to acknowledge, signal actions, or provide private communication without verbal interaction.

Purpose in Real Life:

Internal Communication: In many systems, "taps" or similar mechanisms are used to signal and communicate internally within a network or system.

Usage in the MB World:

Acknowledgments: Used to acknowledge received messages or instructions. For instance, tapping back an acknowledgment to confirm receipt of instructions​​.

Private Communication: Used to send private or secure messages within the feed, often to communicate specific commands or information discreetly. For example, tapping the feed to communicate privately with another character without others listening in​​.

Control Signals: Used to signal or control actions within the feed, like tapping to instruct a character to fall back or take specific actions​​.

Usage in Real Life:

Signalling Mechanisms: Within computer systems, taps can be analogous to various signalling mechanisms like inter-process communication (IPC), which includes methods such as semaphores, shared memory, and message queues.

Acknowledgments and Control Signals: In networking, control signals and acknowledgments are crucial for managing data flow and ensuring reliable communication. For example, TCP (Transmission Control Protocol) uses acknowledgments to confirm the receipt of data packets.

Network Taps: In the context of network security, a "network tap" is a device that allows access to data flowing across a network for monitoring and analysis.​​.

[Comparison]

In both the fictional world of Murderbot Diaries and real life, pings are primarily used for external signalling and connectivity checks, while taps are used for internal communication and control within the feed network

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[Something Worth Noting]

There are some instances where taps seem more reasonable, but pings are used instead.

In Artificial Condition when Murderbot was watching Sanctuary Moon, and ART was trying to get its attention, asking to watch World Hoppers together. (see Artificial Condition, Pings, 5, 6 my AO3)

In Network Effect, when Murderbot finds that a hostile vessel (i.e. ART) was approaching and notifies the team quickly (see Network Effect, Pings, 1 my AO3)

In Network Effect, when Murderbot was locking itself up in the bathroom (see Network Effect, Pings, 11, 12 my AO3)

In Network Effect, when ART requested a private connection (see Network Effect, Pings, 13 my AO3)

In Network Effect, when Amena comes along with Murderbot to investigate Barish-Estranza shuttle, but is told to wait outside. She offers to help to which Murderbot pings acknowledgement (see Network Effect, Pings, 14 my AO3)

At the end of System Collapse when Murderbot pinged Three to ask if it wanted to listen to Holism explain planetary infrastructure (see System Collapse, Pings 15 my AO3)

Of these, 1, 3, 4 are where ART was sending pings to Murderbot. This is actually quite sweet, because we can tell that ART is being very polite to Murderbot. ART is fully capable of slamming into Murderbot’s private feed, but in all of these occasions, Murderbot has been rejecting feed communication which it reserves for friends and clients. ART is respecting this.

Instance 2 is unusual, and I am not 100% sure why Murderbot chose to use ping here. But since it was emergency, and ping is a protocol where it receives automatic response if it had been received at the other end, it was sufficient for its purposes.

When we read the context in which 5 happens we notice that Murderbot is now inside the B-E shuttle, and for security reasons, ART had cut it off from the feed network. So, Murderbot has the options of either verbally answering to Amena, or sending a ping for acknowledgement, and it chose the latter.

In instance 6, Murderbot seems to be being polite to Three who is busy (?) watching educational media. They are cordial to each other, but because Three is still not used to being a free SecUnit, Murderbot is being more careful around it.

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If you are willing to be bored to death, you can see my AO3 post for the list of all the instances where pinging and tapping happen!

[auraxins]

summary: local alchemist decides it’s easier to try an experiment on the person he likes instead of just asking them out… and somehow it still works? 

tags: albedo x gn!reader, fluff, tension, close proximity, getting together

wc: 0.9k

this was me attempting a writing exercise to get back into the flow of it LMFAO it didn't quite turn out the way i intended?? but i like sharing my work even when things don't go to plan <3

“Whoa there, slow down. You’re too close.” 

“Is there a problem with my proximity?” Albedo asks innocently, as though his breath isn’t fanning your cheek. 

“You-” you stutter out an attempt to explain yourself. “Surely you don’t need to observe me like this.” 

“On the contrary,” he hums, “I need to gauge important vitals from you.” Albedo takes a step around you, so that he’s at your shoulder. “Such as your breathing-” another step, so he’s behind you. Your head snaps in an attempt to follow his movements- “and your reaction speeds.” 

You frown. “Aren’t there… experiments you can run for that?” 

“There are.” 

A shiver runs down your spine as he completes his slow circling of you, pausing mere inches away. You can’t tell whether it’s the nerves or a thrill that make you tremble. With how strangely compelling it is to have Albedo’s attention so intently focused on you, perhaps it’s both. 

“I prefer my methods to be more thorough, and they always return improved results.” 

“And what is your… hypothesis for all of this?” 

“Divulging that to the test subject would impede the data.” 

“Well I believe this ‘test subject’ has a right to know, if the scientist wishes for them to remain compliant.” 

He ponders over your words for a moment, the smallest of smiles finding a home in the corners of his mouth. “I suppose I’ll have to indulge you, then.” 

You wait patiently for him to speak again, but he remains silent as he leans closer. 

Albedo reaches to touch you, placing his index and middle fingers along your throat. 

At the point of contact, the world grinds to a halt. All you can feel is the pressure of his fingertips against your flesh, and the thrumming in your ears as your pulse spikes. 

“I wanted to see if you’re attracted to me,” he confesses plainly, “and this was more reliable than asking you outright.” 

“You think I’d lie to you?” 

“I didn’t say that.” 

“So, why not just ask?” 

He doesn’t give you an answer, withdrawing his hand and taking a step back. “I believe my analysis is complete. You’re free to leave.” 

Your mind doesn’t quite catch up with the situation at first, still unsteady from the entire interaction. “What are your results, then?” 

“Inconclusive,” he replies. 

Albedo walks across the room to his workbench, seemingly busying himself on purpose. Though he picks up and places down vials of various size and colour, he doesn’t otherwise do anything with them. 

Tentatively, you take a step towards him. “Aren’t you supposed to… I don’t know, try again when you don’t get answers?” 

“That won’t be an option until further research has been conducted.” 

Reality sinks in as you return to your senses, and you can’t suppress the airy laugh that bubbles from you. 

“Albedo, are you attracted to me?” 

The sound of shattering glass and spilling liquid echoes in the silence that falls. A light blue concoction seeps into the mat below Albedo’s feet. 

“Questioning isn’t-” 

“Isn’t a reliable methodology,” you interrupt gently, “but apparently you’ve proven that your own methods are equally unreliable. So, tell me. Yes, or no?” 

He turns to face you slowly, once bolstering confidence replaced with a bashfully averted gaze. 

“When I felt your pulse, it raced,” he says. “What you weren’t aware of was how it made mine skip in turn.” 

You laugh again, with less reservation this time. A red tinge coats the poor alchemist’s face as he watches you work through your amusement. 

“If you’d just asked me on a date, I’d have said yes.” 

He hesitates. “That seemed difficult.” 

“You are a captain of the Knights of Favonius, and your difficulties lie with asking me a simple question?” 

“Maintaining relationships with people is not a strong suit of mine, as you have long been aware.” 

Your voice falls softer, sweeter, as you reach for his hand. He lets you take it, and you give it a squeeze. 

“You were scared I’d say no, weren’t you?” 

“Scared is perhaps an exaggeration, but I did hold apprehension.” 

You can’t blame him, you suppose. All this time, you’ve known he’s never felt in-tune with humanity. Something as fickle and ever-changing as romantic attraction can prove insurmountable to even those most experienced. 

“Well, let me sort this out for us. I’ve no plans for tonight, and I already know you intend to hole yourself up in this laboratory into the late hours. Perhaps instead you’d enjoy accopanying me to Good Hunter for a meal?” 

Albedo’s confidence is reignited with your assurance, and he finally returns your grasp on his hand. 

“Why don’t we go now? It’ll be my treat, for the inconveniences I’ve caused you today.” 

“What inconvenience?” you hum innocently, as though you hadn’t just managed to turn the tables from your flustering to his. 

The cool Mondstat breeze hits your cheeks as you leave the Favonius Headquarters building, Albedo’s hand still firmly locked with your own. 

All around, the sunset-tinted city centre sings, and you smile. 

“As far as I’m aware, everything’s gone according to plan.” 

[cmdrfupa]

Return To Sender

Part two of De Novo (Toji x Reader). All parts as well as content warnings can be found here!

a/n: Hello! I am very happy with this. I struggled on how I wanted to present apart of my own culture while getting through my analysis. This chapter is a bit lengthy but that's okay lol. Thank you for reading and hope you enjoy!

The job had been quick—clean, like always. Toji moved through the darkened room, the faint tang of gunpowder still lingering in the air as he looked over his work

Middle aged man, maybe 40. Bad smoking habit, horrid hairline and a thing for faux gaudy Versace print from the look of his matching jogger set. “Hm.” He stepped over the body, his face expressionless while checking the contents of his latest marks pockets.

Wallet, phone with a now shattered screen, keys and some candy.

Toji helped himself to something called a chewy lite while sifting through the wallets contents. All run of the mill cards, bit of cash and random receipts but a card with a Roppongi address messily written across the matte finish caught his attention.

���Running from business? Dirty boy.”

He pocketed the card and barely spared a second glance as he holstered his weapon. The only sounds were his own footsteps and the muted hum of the city beyond the window as he propped the dead man up in the bathtub. This part of the city felt empty, even in the middle of the night. He preferred it that way.

Shiu was waiting for his call, so Toji slipped his phone from his pocket as he made his way down a back stairwell. He pressed the call button, listening to the dial tone, his mind already drifting as he waited for Shiu to pick up.

“It’s done,” Toji muttered as soon as he heard Shiu’s voice.

“Good,” Shiu replied, sounding unsurprised, as always. “I’ll clear it on my end. Are you heading out tonight?”

Toji gave a brief grunt of confirmation, glancing at his watch. “I’ll be back by morning.”

There was a pause on Shiu’s end, and then a clipped, “Alright. Just keep a low profile. Go to the butcher when you make it back to town.”

The line went dead, leaving Toji alone again, his thoughts thick and tangled as he pocketed the phone. Shiu was efficient, reliable; he trusted him to handle things, and the basis of their strange relationship was built on the brotherly trust they had for one another.

The buildings security leaving meant he was free to leave, his job here complete. The night was cool against his skin as he stepped outside, rain misting through the air, yet he hardly felt it, hardly registered the wet slick of the pavement beneath his boots as he walked back to his hotel.

Inside, Toji stripped off his blood-streaked clothes, methodically packing them in a plastic bag he would toss somewhere on the way to the airport. He turned on the shower, the sound of water filling the tiny bathroom, and stepped under the stream, closing his eyes as he let it cascade over his skin.

And yet, even as the water ran over him, he felt nothing—no sense of relief, no real need to scrub away the evidence of his work. It was just another task, another motion, another night.

The scalding heat of the shower did nothing to clear his head. He leaned forward, bracing himself against the tiles as steam clouded around him, his thoughts adrift. Was this just how it was now? The same endless routine, going through the cognitive process without pause, without thought? He opened his eyes, chuckling as the ghost of a smirk curled on his lips at the absurdity of it all.

As he dried off, the buzz in his mind faded slightly. He dressed quickly and packed his backpack before heading out to catch his flight. Each step, each action, was methodical, mechanical—like clockwork. Nothing about this felt real, and in a way, that made it easier.

“The less questions you ask, the better. Do the job, get paid, live knowing you just knocked off scum.”

Toji couldn’t help but laugh and shake his head remembering just how easy Shiu made it all sound. A fresh first time father with no family to help but a family friend who tried to kill him once.

Two jobs a month, tell everyone you work security if they ask, make it look like an accident if possible and pray you aren’t stupid enough to get caught or for the powers that be to get tired of you.

Easy.

By the time he was settled on the plane with the hum of the engines vibrating beneath him, he found his eyes growing heavy, his thoughts blurring. The lights dimmed as the plane took off, Istanbul's skyline shrinking below him as he drifted into sleep.

Toji was back in Tokyo but knew he wouldn’t feel right until he had his fix of food. He dropped his bag off at home before going to the restaurant, the familiar scent of simmering broth and spices thick in the warm, palely lit air. The usual hum of clattering dishes in the kitchen filled the dining room with it being a slow night. A muted background, leaving an almost intimate silence that seemed to settle just for him.

You walked up to his usual table and stood across from him, close enough that he could see the subtle gleam of light in your eyes, the small, knowing curve of your lips as you looked at him.

"Back so soon? Feels like you were only gone for one day." you murmured, your voice low and teasing as you reached out, fingertips brushing over the back of his hand. The touch was tentative at first, a mere whisper of contact, but it sent a pulse of warmth through him, something familiar and comforting. He didn’t pull away, though. Instead, he found himself turning his hand over, meeting your touch halfway, his rough palm against your smooth, warm skin before he pulled you into his lap.

“What can I say, baby doll? I missed you too much to take my time.”

Toji leaned in to kiss you and your scent filling his senses—something faint and floral, warm and soft, almost lulling him into a state of hazy tranquility. Your fingers traced up his arm slowly, lingering as though you were savoring the feeling, and he shivered under the gentleness of your calming touch.

Toji’s eyes fell to your lips as you pulled away, watching the way you tilted your head, the faintest smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. It was subtle, unhurried, as though you were in no rush, letting the tension simmer between them. He felt his own breathing deepen, a mix of anticipation and need pulling him toward you.

“Pretty mama…” His voice came out rougher than he intended, the pet name slipping past his lips almost on its own. You responded with a soft, amused hum, fingers slipping up to rest against his chest, your touch warm even through the fabric of his shirt.

The distance between you vanished, face inches from his, eyes half-lidded as you studied him. “Toji,” a faintly whispered, his name rolling off your tongue in a soft, intimate murmur that seemed to slip past all his defenses. Your breath was warm against his skin as your lips brushed his ear as you ran your hands slowly down his chest, fingers pressing slightly as though anchoring yourself to him.

Then, in one smooth, deliberate movement, your lips met his.

The kiss was slow, like revisiting territory to get reacquainted. But he couldn’t hold himself back. His hands found your waist, drawing you closer, feeling the gentle curve of your body pressing against him. Your hands trailed up his shoulders, fingers slipping through his hair, tugging slightly, igniting a low heat that unfurled deep in his core. He responded with a quiet, involuntary groan, his fingers tightening on your waist as the kiss deepened.

His hands moved, gliding over your back, tracing your spine as he felt the subtle shift of your body beneath his touch, soft sighs fanning over his skin.

Your breaths mingled, and your lips parted beneath his, letting out a giggle as he nipped at your bottom lip. The world around you faded—the restaurant, the distant city outside. All that remained was your touch, your warmth, you whispering his name against his skin.

“How much longer until you’re off? I figured we could grab dinner and spend the evening inside.” Your fingers traced his jaw, drifting down his neck and lower, sending sparks through him with each soft, lingering stroke. “Ayame-san will understand a man missing his woman, I’m sure.”

His hands moved instinctively, pulling you tighter against him, feeling the way you fit against him. “Just a few more minutes, urso. Then I’m all yours again.”

_____

The plane jolted, pulling him abruptly from sleep. Toji blinked, the remnants of the dream fading as he sat up, disoriented, his pulse still racing, his skin tingling with the phantom sensation of your touch.

“What the hell..” He clenched his fists, dragging a hand over his face as he tried to shake the lingering warmth from his mind. Some lovesick fool chasing fantasies. But that dream—the softness of it, the unexpected comfort he’d felt—had struck something deep, something he was sure he couldn't ignore. And that pissed him off.

As he lights in the cabin brightened, signaling their descent, Toji let out a slow breath. He’d shake this off, he told himself. He’d go back to his life, to his usual routines, and forget all about the strange warmth you’d had stirred in him, even if it was only in a dream.

But as he stared out the window, Tokyo coming into view again beneath the early morning light, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something had changed.

It was past midnight, and the rain had stopped leaving behind the dewy smell and light breezes as the muted glow led stragglers to there next destination. Inside, the space was warm, a small refuge from the cold outside, and the soft clinking of dishes and low chatter filled the air. The late shift had drawn in its usual crowd: bleary-eyed patrons drifting in from bars, hungry and noisy, laughter and murmured voices bouncing off the walls.

You moved between tables with a relaxed familiarity, apron showing signs of the days work, hair casually tucked under a colorful scarf you had tied on your head. You greeted the stragglers with small nods and the quirk of your lips, the softness in your voice was bright as you took orders and traded jokes with ease.

“Still got room for ‘nother round, or should I bring a broom to sweep you out?” you teased one of the regulars, who responded with a hearty laugh.

“Oh, don’t start, —if I leave, who’s gonna keep you entertained?” the older gentleman replied, grinning as you swatted his shoulder with the order pad. Rolling your eyes but smiling, you leaned on the counter continuing the banter, tone light and unhurried.

Across the room, Toji slipped into the diner as quietly as possible, practically scurrying to his usual booth tucked in the far corner, watching as you moved around the space. The scene stirred something in him he hadn’t felt in years, lingering somewhere between fascination and discomfort. The easy laughter, the way you brushed off the boisterous remarks from the rowdy customers, all of it felt painfully familiar, pulling him back to the dream he’d had on the plane.

It was almost torturous, the memory slipping in and out of his mind: your soft touch, how your breath against his skin made him feel that carnal desperation he missed, the warmth he’d felt enveloping him. He could almost feel your fingers tracing his arm, hear the soft whisper of his name. The vividness of it left him unsettled, as if he were seeing you now not as you were, but as you had been in that dream—closer, vulnerable, undeniably warm.

Leaning over the counter to pour coffee, and he caught the way you tilted your head back just slightly, the relaxed smile lingering on your lips. It was a simple, innocent gesture, but to him, it felt charged, stirring up desires he’d long since trained himself to ignore.

Before he could regain his composure, your gaze drifted over and your eyes lit up as they landed on him.

  “Oh! And here I thought my charms scared you off,” you called out, voice playful as you finished with the last customer and made your way over. Your hands resting on your hips as you looked at him with something close to amusement. “Where’ve you been, stranger? Thought you’d gotten tired of my Ayame-san’s cooking.”

  Toji gave a small shrug, his face impassive, though he couldn’t quite keep his eyes from lingering on you just a second too long. “Got busy,” he said, his voice low, keeping the reply as neutral as possible.

“Well, she was convinced something horrible had happened to you.” you’d leaned in conspiratorially, eyes glinting with humor. “She almost sent out a search party, you know.”

Toji’s gaze softened without his realizing it. But as soon as he felt himself beginning to relax, that familiar warmth tugging at his defenses, he remembered the dream again—the way you had looked at him, your fingers tracing his skin. Like you had been his for years and not a beat missed. He could feel it so vividly, the phantom sensation lingering, stirring something painful and dangerous in his chest.

“Glad to see you’re still breathing,” you continued with your playful jabs, the smile in your eyes bright and unguarded as ypu studied him. “You don’t have to come in every day, you know. But a week without your brooding in the corner—it was starting to feel empty.”

  Your tone was light, almost like a challenge, but Toji felt his chest tighten, the simple familiarity of your words scraping against something raw and tender. He’d come here tonight seeking some distance from the dream since you never worked Friday nights from what he remembered. Was suppose to be a way to bury the memory of your warmth and that unbearable softness, but you’d only pulled it all closer to the surface. The calm that you seemed to exude so naturally was seeping into him, softening the tough shell he’d built, leaving him vulnerable in a way that felt too close, too dangerous.

  And he couldn’t afford that—not now, not ever.

You were still watching him, the smile unbroken but something shifted in your expression as you noticed his tense silence. “Are you okay? I’m sorry if I got too fresh with you.” The gentleness in your voice now was hard to miss, genuine concern breaking through the humor. “You seem… distracted.”

  It was too much.

  Before he could stop himself, he slid out of the booth abruptly, giving you a curt nod as he moved to leave, his eyes hardening again, cutting off any trace of vulnerability. “I’m not doing this,” he muttered, his tone colder than he’d intended.

He didn’t wait for you to reply, didn’t even glance back as he strode toward the door, ignoring the looks from a few of the other patrons. Your gaze followed him, a slight frown forming as you watched his retreating figure. Your face softened with worry as you walked towards the exit as though you might go after him—but before you could, one of the regulars piped up, his voice cutting through the air with a mix of curiosity and concern.

“Hey, Is everything alright? He looked like he’d seen a ghost.”

You forced a smile, shaking your head slightly as you tucked the order pad back into your apron pocket. “Yeah, he’s fine,” you said, though you voice was softer now, the usual brightness dimmed. “Just one of those nights, I guess. We all tend to have them.”

“Can I ask you a question, Yaga?” you walked to the table of your regular who was still looking in the direction of exit, attempting to assess what transpired.

“What?”

Maybe you were being too nosy, but it had been burning into your mind for awhile now. “Have you ever heard of a Fushiguro family? Like around here?”

Yaga sipped the last of his coffee before turning back to you. He seemed almost surprised at the question. “Fushiguro? It sounds familiar but I can’t say I know anyone with it close to me. Why?”

Trying to gather yourself from the whiplash of him leaving so quickly, you walked to the cash wrap and worked on the register as it dang. You didn’t mean to offend him but everyone is different you suppose. “Hm. Just heard the name in passing a few times lately. Figured I was missing out on local gossip or something.”

“Gossip? How about this.” Yaga pulled his wallet out and went to the front counter, “There’s a teaching position at my school now. Great benefits, full lunch hour and you’d also be filling the seat as an after school instructor.”

Laughing, you took the gentleman's money, counting out his change. “I tell you I’m a former teacher a few times and all of a sudden you’re scouting me.”

“Did I tell you that that you make the best coffee I’ve ever had in my life? So robust and flavorful? The way you brew-”

“Yaga.”

“Hm.”

“Are you single?”

Yaga couldn’t keep up with the train of thought and squinted. “Yes. Why?”

You held his hand like a mother holding her kids as you placed the change in his palm and closed it. “It all makes sense. Get home safely, good sir.”

He could only laugh and shake his head. “The offer will be there if you need more. Have a goodnight, young lady.” Yaga nodded with a smile and made his exit a swift one.

He’d disappeared so… abruptly. And its not like it was any of your business. But a patron whose becoming a usual usually has someone around to at least tell someone they are ill or traveling or admitting that they hate the food you serve. He just up and ghosted for a week.

You prepped for closing, locking the front and wiped down the counters with both the job offer on the table and the Fushiguro man on your mind yet again.

________

The quiet late nights sounds of your apartment acted as your reminder that you should go to bed soon. You’d been scrolling on your laptop for the past 2 hours, starting with ordering new fabrics for your upcoming design project which led you to attempting to stalk your mystery man. It was late—too late to still be awake, but curiosity had been nagging at you since Fushiguro’s sudden departure from the diner. You obviously didn’t know him very well but he had never come in and been that tense, that closed-off, almost as if he’d been looking right through you.

Your fingers hovered over the keyboard, uncertain at first, before finally typing his name into the search bar: Fushiguro.

You scanned through the search results, brows knitting in frustration. It was strange; the name seemed to go nowhere. There were no recent mentions, no profiles, no photos on social media linked to him at all. Nothing but an endless scroll of blank, empty leads.

Like it was scrubbed from the internet or hidden too well.

After a few more searches yielded nothing but the same dead ends, you tried something different, narrowing the results to the oldest records. Maybe there was something…anything that would give you a clue.

And then, finally, there it was. An announcement buried deep in the archives, dated over a decade ago.

Your eyes skimmed the small print.

Death announcement for Fushiguro family.

A newspaper write up digitized with an image attached of a beautiful young woman in her late 20s with dark hair and a soft smile. The text was a short obituary, stark and formal. It detailed little, only that a woman, Fushiguro, had passed away. Her name was there—a name you didn’t recognize. No other photos accompanied the notice, only a single line at the end mentioning that she left behind a young son.

“She seems too young to be his mother. Maybe a sister or wife?” You copied the name to your browser to see if anything else would come up and the only thing was another death announcement but on some site with a broken link.

“Maybe its for the best.” the room dimmed as you put your laptop to sleep and sat in on the empty side of your bed. Your clock showed it being 3:49 am you sighed. 3 hours and 11 minutes to sleep.

You scooted into a lying down position, the words lingering in your mind, stirring up questions but ultimately laying it to rest. From your new perspective, Fushiguro seemed to be a lonely guy. No searchable background, a possible dead relative who even they were a bit of a mystery. Maybe it was the death anniversary. The thought of being alone with no one to turn to made you feel a little bad for the man. Almost pity.

With heavy eyes, you drifted off to the thought of the brooding man. Sending up a prayer that maybe your loved ones could find Miss Fushiguro in the afterlife and bring her a little comfort.

Toji sat in his usual table but at a far more unusual time. Bright and early before even Shiu had a chance to disturb his peace. He was out clearing his mind and realized that his now favorite diner stayed open late and opened quite early.

He spent most of the night thinking about you. Tossing about how he overreacted. You did nothing on purpose but everything almost felt intentional. How you moved, the way you spoke. It was like a personal torture for him.

Ayame served him his tea and brought out another bowl of miso soup as he finished the last of his rice and fish. “Thank you.” he wiped his mouth and handed over the bowl to the older woman.

“Of course, big bull. Anything else? You’ll be priority since its still early.”Ayame patted his shoulder.

“Just another mackerel and I will be out of your hair. Please.”

Ayame winked and walked back to the kitchen where she audibly yelled the order out as if it were a team of 6 working in an executive kitchen.

Toji closed his eyes and took in the aroma of his tea. The morning sounds of the day coming to life itself. He sipped slowly, appreciating the calm of the establishment until the bell above the door rang.

“Good morning Ayame!” the sound of your velvet voice brought him back.

You walked through the dining area without even batting an eye to look around. Simply waltzed to the kitchen leaving Toji to crane his neck until you were out of his sights.

He could run before you even noticed him but he’d done it twice already. So he sat, sipping his tea and praying to whatever God that you’d maybe want to cuss him out or slap the back of his head just to start the process of him getting over whatever this was.

“Big bull! Ayame told me you came in early!”

Shit.

“Morning. Yeah. Just wanted some breakfast.” Toji turned his torso to face you as you came up.

You smelled like cinnamon and vanilla as you walked past to the seat across from him. “Didn’t think you’d be here this early. You closed last night, didn’t you.” He said matter of factly.

Nodding, you checked the temperature of the tea pot on the table. “Did indeed. But switched shifts. I have plans this evening. Which speaking of last night. I want to apologize.”

In Toji’s mind, you had nothing to apologize for. If anything, he thought he should be apologizing for thinking about you sitting his lap while his lips found there way around your body. “You’re fine. You didn’t do anything wrong. I was in a shit mood.” sitting his cup down, he cleared his throat.

“We all have those days. Hopefully I didn’t make it any worse?”

“Nah. I could do that on my own.”

You giggled and his heart fluttered. “Fair enough.”

You sat in silence for a moment and refilled his tea cup. “Whatcha doing tonight?”

“Why?” It came out rougher than he wanted.

“There’s this fun show club down in the Roppongi district! Known to be a great mood booster. You should go! Great drinks and food.”

Toji took his soup and slurped a bit up before answering flatly. “I’ll think about it. I don’t do big clubs usually.”

The bell rang at the door and you pushed yourself from the table with a shrug. Think less club and more burlesque lounge. Just think on it.” You pulled the pen from behind your ear with a smile. “The Tantra Show Club. Just in case you decide to go.”

With that, he watched as you sashayed to the incoming guest who was very clearly coming directly from the bars.

A chance to see you outside the diner. It could be worse.

———————-

You stood in front of the mirror, gently unraveling your twist out to loosen the curls, reflection focused and calm. Your third and maybe final performance of the day before you went to hostess duties.

The low hum of Utahime’s shamisen performance drifted through the building to the bright lit dressing room, mingling with the faint scent of perfume and smoke that clung to the air. Warm lights framed the mirrors, casting soft, golden hues on the women getting ready for the night’s performances. The small space buzzed with chatter and laughter, half-empty glasses of wine and lipstick-stained coffee mugs crowding the counter tops.

Leaning forward to inspect your makeup, you carefully blended out a smudge of eyeliner with the practiced ease of someone who’d done it a thousand times. Your satin robe, dark blue with hints of lace at the cuffs, lazily hung off your shoulder as you moved from the vanity to the couch that sat against the opposite wall.

“Ooo, going dark tonight, huh?” came a teasing voice from across the room.

You turned to see one of your fellow performers, Kirara, walking in with a glass of water, already dressed in a costume of sheer black lace and sequins. Kirara smirked, arching an eyebrow as she gave you a quick once-over.

“Always the understated one,” she added with a wink, her tone dripping with playful sarcasm.

You rolled her eyes, grinning. “Maybe I like a little mystery,” you replied, prepping your lips with a light moisturizer. “Not all of us are as bold as you, Kirara.”

“Oh, please,” Kirara replied, laughing. “You keep ‘em hooked in a way that half the girls here would kill for. We’re just up here trying to keep up.”

You chuckled, lips lifting in a soft smile as you ran your sheer stockings up your legs, fastening them as you adjusted the garters with a delicate touch. The satin finish of the hosiery shimmered under the lights, accentuating the warm tones.

A familiar voice cut through the den. “You two could at least try to keep it down,” came the dry tone of Shoko as she entered the dressing room, a half-finished cigarette balanced between her fingers. She wore a loose blouse and black slacks, her hair tied back in a lazy ponytail, and her signature look of mild disinterest hung on her face like an accessory. “Some of us are trying to maintain a shred of sanity in here.”

“Shoko, if I didn’t know better, I’d say you only come back here to tell us to shut up,” you teased, your eyes meeting Shoko’s in the mirror. “You’re one to talk, showing up half-dressed as always.”

Shoko gave her a look that was equal parts amusement and exasperation. “Hey, I’m not the one strutting on stage tonight,” she replied, taking a long drag on her cigarette before tapping off the ash. “But if I was, I’d have you dress me. Girl knows how to keep it classy.” Shoko nodded her chin towards you with a wink.

Kirara snorted. “Classy? Sure, if by ‘classy’ you mean ‘secretly deadly.’ You should’ve seen the way she handled that one guy who thought he could grab her leg last week.”

You smirked as you sipped your water. “He was lucky I didn’t do worse,” you murmured, the gleam of humor in your eyes meeting Shoko’s approving nod in the mirror.

“Isn’t that why we all love you?” Shoko replied, raising her cigarette as if in a toast. “The classy killer.”

You shrugged, finally tying the belt of your robe a bit tighter as you got up to sift through a row of costume pieces until your found your chosen ensemble for tonight's act—a striking red jeweled wire Samba bikini set. Gold rhinestones trimmed the padding as the halter strap dripped with a fire red stone fringe that matched the ruffled, knee length skirt you’d already slipped on. You rolled your robe down just enough to slips the bra on the front. “Help me out, Sho?”

You held the jeweled bra cups to your chest as Shoko fastened. “This one is new. Must be.”

“Nah, Just never wear it. But I heard the owner was sitting in the audience with special guest tonight and maybe wearing his favorite color will entice him to keep my at for another 6 months.”

Shoko laughed as she helped you adjust the nude colored straps on your shoulders.”He basically said yes to that when he agreed to not cut into your tips and pay your conga players out of pocket. You’re fine.”

Shaking your head with a chuckle, you let your robe fall and looked at your costume. Flashy but not too intense. Definitely attention grabbing. “Classy Killer. Yes.”

Around you, the other dancers moved through their own pre and post-show routines, some gossiping, others touching up makeup or adjusting costumes. It was a world of its own, separated from the outside by heavy velvet curtains and the glitz of stage lights.

Shoko leaned against the counter, one eyebrow arched as she watched you “How do you go from pouring tea and serving ramen to… well, this?” she asked with a smirk. “Quite the double life you lead.”

“Maybe I’m just multi-talented,” you replied, smiling as you adjusted a long, gold chain that traced from your bosom to your navel, catching the light as you moved. “Besides, we can’t all be life saving doctors mighty doctors by day and ghosts bartenders in the night.”

Shoko let out a soft laugh, clearly amused. “Fair. And here I thought I was the mysterious one. But you… you’ve got everyone in this place fooled. Sweet and silent one minute, then this,” she gestured to the dramatic transformation from your usual overalls and boots. “I’d call it impressive.”

Kirara added a final comment, fluffing her curls as she looked over at you. “Don’t let her smooth talk you. Shoko just wants more of those little cookie things you bring in.”

You grinned, fastening a pair of delicate bracelets around your wrists before taking one last look in the mirror, studying your reflection: a quiet, composed zaftig figure with red lips and smokey eyes.

“Well, here’s hoping I give them a good show,” you uttered.

“Break a leg,” Shoko thoughtfully spke, giving a small, approving nod as she finished her cigarette and stubbed it out. “Or better yet, break a few hearts. I’ll be watching.”

With a final wink, you turned and made her way toward the stairs leading up to the stage, the sounds of the dressing room fading behind you as she stepped into the world you’d created for herself—a world of elegance, allure and mystery. Quiet strength captivating all who were lucky enough to watch.

Your conga player hit the drum once, then twice. You threw your leg from behind the curtain and the crowd seemingly enjoyed the tease as the room roared.

The drums started slow. A dragging, pulsing beat, deep and resonant, filling the dim club. You waited in the wings, letting the sound wash over you as your heartbeat went in rhythm with the bass drum. The warm stage lights softened as the emcee’s voice announced your stage name with a smooth, theatrical lilt.

A vision in red and gold, every move of your Carimbo contained controlled movements that remained languid as the uptempo-ed clashing of the triangle and maracas ushered you to the center. You rolled your hips, the growing speed letting your feet move fluidly on your as if you were almost gliding across the floor. Hurried but beautiful. Your costume caught the light with each subtle shift of your hips, the gold embroidery gleaming, echoing the cool metallic shine of the jewelry around your wrists and neck.

As the drums hit a crescendo, moving you to bring your hands above your head and wine your hips, you turned on your soles to bring your skirt up and moving as you turned in the powerful circular motion. Zhuzhing your hair, running your fingers through it, bringing the coiled strands to life as it moved as its own part of your performance.

Then, with a sudden shift in tempo, the music transformed, a lively Brazilian rhythm swept through the room. You moved with it, your body capturing the passion of the Calypso, hips swaying in smooth, hypnotic rolls as your hands traced the curves of your waist. The movements were sharp yet fluid, bold yet precise, a dance of contrasts that matched the beat perfectly. You spun gracefully, letting your hair fan out in soft waves around your, and as your feet swept across the stage, entire being seemed to pulse with the rhythm, as if the music was woven into your soul.

This was you. The days of watching the lambada being performed by your mother and her friends. The late nights of watching your cousins get prepped for Rio Carnival back in Brazil and finally having a chance to enjoy it yourself at Samba Carnival in Asakusa.

You were living.

The audience’s eyes stayed locked on you, drawn in by the intensity. You moved with an unabashed confidence, a self-assuredness that was almost hypnotic, as though you’d brought an entire world with you onto the stage. There was no shyness here, no subtlety; this was you as you as you were, powerful and alive, your movements a celebration of freedom and vitality. You swayed your arms above your head, stepping into a Samba de Roda sequence, your spins becoming tighter, more grounded, each step strong and deliberate.

You dipped low, then rose slowly, eyes flickering across the audience with a playful glint. The Samba brought a sensuality to the movements, but it was the carried grace and precision that gave your dance depth—a reflection of the balance you maintained in your own life, between the quiet strength of the diner and the fierce expression on the stage.

Every gesture, every flick of the wrist, carried a hint of allure, yet her expression remained serene, focused, as if you alone controlled the intensity in the room. Feet moving in quick, intricate patterns, body flowing in waves that built and fell with the music, hips swiveling in an beguiling rhythm as you met the audience’s eyes with the barest hint of a smile. Sensuality that seemed effortless, unrestrained by convention or expectation, dancing for yourself while the audience only got the residuals.

With one final turn, you slowed, movements transitioning into something softer, more tender. You stood still for a heartbeat, holding the room’s collective gaze before lowering herself into a slow, elegant bow, her face framed by a soft smile.

The applause and whistling thundered through the club, filling the room as you rose, giving one last nod before slipping offstage, breath steady but your heart racing with that familiar, electric thrill. You disappeared into the shadows, leaving the audience enchanted, yet somehow still craving more.

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Toji finally pushed his way into the front of the club near the stage, his eyes adjusting to the low light as the crowd’s cheers and applause greeted him. He’d been pursuing a lead through Tokyo’s underbelly, coming to the address on the back of the card he pocketed in Istanbul and realizing it was the place you invited him. A crowded place far from the quiet corners he usually preferred but now there was a new issue. You.

He scanned the room, making sure he wasn’t having some sort of episode with pulling his gaze toward the stage where you just danced. He’d know that figure anywhere. He knew it was you.

Seeing you here but on stage. in your element, doing something so bold, so unyielding. It had stirred that uncomfortable recognition that he couldn’t shake and didn’t like.

What the hell are you doing here dancing? Almost angry with himself for even caring but even angrier for thinking he had the right to be upset at you. But that didn’t stop him from storming towards the back door, waiting until you finished for the night until he could tell you about yourself.

_____ “So a dancer.”

“Performance artist. But, yes.”

“And you didn’t think to mention that while inviting me? I thought you were there for fun or some shit.”

Toji walked closest to the street as you tried to keep up with his large strides. “That was a pretty vague invite. You aren’t uncomfortable are you?”

Uncomfortable? No. Fighting hard against calling you a beautiful goddess? Yes. “Far from it. It was interesting. Definitely no apron and chili oil stained shirt, thats for damn sure.”

There was a soft laugh that left you as Toji let his lips curl into a small smile. “I’ll take that as a compliment. Thank you.” You stopped in front of the diner, peeping in to see Ayame and the waitress, Nobara, taking orders from guest. “Thank you for walking me here. Want a tea?”

“No problem. And I’m alright. Need to get home and rest. Early morning.”

You gave his arm a soft pat of appreciation. “Have a goodnight, Fushiguro.”

He stood for a moment, watching you enter and get right back into your mode. Flashing a warm smile to a patron who waved you down. Toji sighed as he grabbed his phone from his pocket, dialing Shiu.

Only took one ring before the all familiar voice came through. “What do you have?”

“Kenjaku is back and using his brothers show club as a front.”

“Think you can get in good with someone there? I’ll pull some strings to do a full backup sweep on your name if needed.”

The heat in his heart pooled as Toji took a step back and continued to watch you. “Just.. change my name sake back to Zenin while I’m on this. I want it to be an easy clean up.”

“I’ll have it done by the afternoon. Find a connection in.” The line went quiet and Toji slipped his phone back.

It’ll be easier to distance himself if he uses you. You’ll see him as the scum he can really be and this silly little imagination of his that has decided to go into overdrive will then cease to exist.

Use you until you hate him.

Done.

[phantombanquet]

Main Story: Diasomnia Book Chapter 8 Episode 7-117: Preparation for Departure! (Translation)

Episode 7-117

⚠️ Major Diasomnia spoilers! Proceed with caution.

translation by: phantombanquet

Idia: MALLEUS-SHI, HUH~~~~! 

THIS GRUDGE… SHOULD I LEAVE IT UNSETTLED~~!! ¹

If that happens, that pretentious inexpressive² guy, who usually keeps up his strong chara moves up in his sleeves…..

I can't help but feel sorry for myself if I don't see his pathetic figure sobbing with a runny nose and begging for forgiveness!

Now, what should I do…… Heh… Ehehehehehe!

Ortho: W-What a malicious scheming face…

This… May have angered someone who shouldn't be angered~

Idia: Heheh…… I'll show you. The ultimate power of a lone wolf³ trained in the gloomy “underworld.”

Just you wait, Malleus Draconia……

I'LL GET REVENGE BY SEIZING YOUR SPECIAL WEAKNESS!!!

Ortho: ……That's all.

From the magical disaster caused by Malleus Draconia until the awakening of Idia Shroud. This concludes the progress report.

Grim: Oohh~~! While we were fightin’ over in Lilia's dream, that's what happened to you guys.

Silver: I see. So Idia-senpai and Ortho are outside of the magical realm. It means that there is support coming from the real world. 

Idia: Y-Yeah, t-that sort of thing…… Well, for now, we'll be playing a dummy video on the surveillance camera for a short while……

I can only do this much.

Sebek: So, even if you have woken up, Malleus-sama will fail to notice and the “darkness” will not attack you.

Ortho: Yes.. And like I said earlier, Malleus-san is currently……

Focused on putting Lilia Vanrouge-san to sleep. 

So, I expect that he has not traced down the whereabouts of Silver-san and the others.

Sebek: Hm. I honestly want to praise your skills, but it is quite complicated when you are outsmarting Malleus-sama……

Idia: Well, that other guy is a battleship-like⁴ cheater so… We're still far off from completely capturing him.

Silver: However… I had no idea that Malleus-sama continued to expand his magical realm beyond the island……

Sebek: Furthermore, if the area is forcibly destroyed from the  outside, there is a possibility that the trapped person's psyche could also become destroyed!?

Grim: Somehow it's a real mess for real.

[Choice 1] Yuu: Can we do something about this?

[Choice 2] Yuu: (If this continues on, Tsunotarou will become the enemy of mankind.) 

Ortho: Yes. That's why we need your power!

Silver: Our… Power?

Ortho: Currently, the S.T.Y.X. staff is working together to assign ID numbers to the dreams of those trapped in the magical realm. 

During that time, we captured your magical reaction as you “moved around on your own” in the dream.

Silver: Could it be that it was my “Meet in a Dream?”

It's my unique magic that allows me to cross between dreams……

Ortho: Yes! That one, that one!

When traces of someone moving from one human dream to another were discovered, the engineers at S.T.Y.X. were in a commotion.

So that was Silver-san's unique magic, after all. Magic is a really mysterious power, huh.

Silver: However, my magic is to reliably travel to the dream of the person I'm targeting after, like you guys. I can't call someone into my dream.

I don’t know what else to say; it's hard to explain… It's a very intuitive kind of magic……

That’s why I was really surprised when Ortho appeared in the Dream Corridor and led us here. 

Ortho: What are you saying?

S.T.Y.X. prides themselves on their super computers and experts in magical engineering and magical analysis. 

They tried their best to analyze magic and they finally found a way to travel from dream to dream. 

Moreover, it is difficult to say that the current method is 100% reproducible so they said: “it's still a beta version.”

The mere fact that you can do it intuitively is astonishing.

Sebek: Hm. So the “power” that you need is Silver's unique magic?

Ortho: That's a part of it, too, but…

Sebek Zigvolt-san, Grim-san, and Yuu-san, your cooperation is essential.

Grim: Hmph! You're just trying to make us do the messy work, aren't ya!

Ortho: Wow♡ Grim-san, you talk too fast. 

[Choice 1] Yuu: This pattern is similar to the headmage……

[Choice 2] Yuu: I don't see any other reason to  be called out……

Sebek: Hmph, I don't like this sluggishness. Get to the point!!

Idia: S-So, uhhh……. While you guys were chattering in Lilia-shi's dream..

I-I was trying to think of a way to escape from my dream world……

Or rather, I've been trying to come up with a strategy to deal with Malleus-shi.

[Choice 1] Yuu: Is your strategy to get him to cry and beg for forgiveness while his nose is runny?

[Choice 2] Yuu: Is it a strategy to take revenge by capturing their special weakness?

Idia: Y-Yeah. That… Hih, hihi.

Anyhow, I made a video to explain that strategy…… W-Would you like to watch it?

Grim, Silver, Sebek: Video?

Idia: Waah~♪ Only good things have been happening lately~ It's so fun every day~ It's just like a dream~♬ Well. It was, in fact, really just a dream. Welcome, all you carefree people who live in the world of empty dreams. I am Idia Shroud. So for today, a cheat trick to create a dream world using magic — — was used by The Most Evil☆Final Boss Mage. Let me explain the strategy used by Malleus-shi. The magical realm that Malleus-shi created is kinda like a server running a huge MMORPG. And each dream of someone sleeping is managed individually. Malleus-shi is using himself and his alter ego to keep an eye on this server. To give you an idea, Malleus-shi is a server admin. And his alter ego is cracking down on users to commit violations in the online game — like a gamemaster. Malleus-shi, with the authority to operate and manage over the entire server, is currently in the state of a demon king who has the world right under his thumb.

Under Malleus-shi's control, we have NO chance of succeeding…… BUT! Because of the super geek hacker group S.T.Y.X. and Ortho's attack, all of the server's source code (construction formulas of the magical realm) has been analyzed and is now completely visible!

So — I'm going to use that data from my dream to develop and build a cheat tool. And then get rid of that damned invulnerable status! It seems like a perfect strategy at first glance, but in fact, there’s actually a flaw in this cheat strategy……. If Malleus-shi (the server admin) discovers this during development— IT'S GAME OVER IN AN INSTANT. But hold your horses! Despite that his alter ego uses autonomous magic, with the total population of Sage Island, monitoring and managing the dreams of about 20,000 people is not an easy task — even for Malleus-shi. If a problem happens here and there in your dream, there's a high chance that you'll have to deal with it by yourself! Therefore — I’ll be developing a cheat tool. I want you guys to catch Malleus-shi's eye and gather party members so we can subdue the demon king.

When everyone wakes up, we'll hand out invite codes that will allow them to travel to my dream.

Then, when all the preparations are ready, Malleus-shi will be lured to my dream and that's when the cheat tool that I developed turns on!! As planned, Malleus-shi's invulnerability will be canceled. And by using the invite codes that were diligently handed out, everyone will gather in my dream! We're going to beat him up with our sheer numbers of forces!

If things go as expected, Malleus-shi will also lift the spell and free us—! How was it!? “A lone wolf magician engineering guy explains how to capture the demon king in three minutes video.” If you think this video was good, leave a like! And this was Idia Shroud.

Grim, Silver, Sebek: ............

Idia: Ummm, e-everyone… Thank you for your attention. ⁵

Th-that’s why……

I ask you guys to go on a journey to gather “the strongest party members who will take on the challenge of defeating the demon king!”

Grim, Silver, Sebek: EHHHHH~~~!?

TO BE CONTINUED...

translator notes:

¹ - 「この怨はらさでおくべきか」 is an old Kansai (Osaka) dialect phrase. This phrase, although it seems like one will forever hold a grudge, actually means something along the lines of: “Shall I leave this grudge unresolved? (No, I actually have to solve this),” due to how the phrase is structured (which would be too deep to delve into but it’s mainly because of the か and べき/べし in the phrase).

² - 「スカしま」 is a Japanese slang usually used as an insult

³ - 「陰キャ」 is yet another Japanese slang used to describe someone with a gloomy or reserved personality or introverts. I used a known English slang instead of translating literally to preserve the meaning of the word.

⁴ - 「弩級 (どきゅう)」 is the Japanese translation of “Dreadnought,” which is a type of battleship in the early 20th century. Idia was just being a nerd again by using game-like terms so I decided to stick with using “battleship” instead of the literal translation.

⁵ - I wanted to note that Idia addressed them as 「皆様」which is a polite way of addressing others due to the inclusion of 様 (sama). Also, the “thank you for your attention” line was written as 「ご清聴アリガトウゴザイマシタ」 in the text instead of the usual 「ご清聴ありがとうございました」 which I think it's just to note Idia's personality www.

personal notes: this wasn't jp proofread so there might be inaccuracies;;; additionally aniplex jp actually posted the "how to subjugate the demon king" video but it's only available in japan.. you can still access it by using a vpn though~