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the-red-thread-that-strangles · 27 days

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Akai is going to be the death of him.

This has been a long-time conviction of Rei's, and yet of all the ways that could go, this really is not how he pictured it.

Leading contender for cause of death: irregular blood flow, leaving him without the oxygen necessary for higher brain functions.

Where has it gone? Mostly to his cheeks. And the tips of his ears. They're burning.

(And some of it may have gone further south, pooling warmly in his stomach).

Akai's wearing the sweater Rei made and it's so oversized he's got cute little sweater paws covering his hands. Rei would like to faint now, please. Please. Please?

He closes his eyes in hopes this is all just a hallucination caused by lack of sleep (ignoring the fact Akai just woke him up, actually feeling well-rested for once). But when he opens them again, Akai's still there, eyebrow raised. Lit in the warm colours of a new dawn, and covered in a sweater Rei knows is incredibly soft, because he picked the wool himself. Holding a steaming cup of something.

Hm. It smells like sencha.

Temptation itself, in the morning cool.

Rei curses, resigns himself to the new reality he gets to enjoy now. Okiya Subaru is one thing, the identity deliberately crafted to be harmless and cozy, but Akai Shuichi should not be looking this adorable. Maybe Rei did suffer that concussion, after all.

There's some overlap in their watch cycle, so Rei busies himself trying to get the excess energy out and make breakfast. He's definitely not ignoring Akai. Which would be difficult anyways in the one room apartment they're using to lay low.

It's going to be bland, even with his best efforts. There's barely any spices in stock, just lots and lots of dried and pickled foods, stuff that keeps. Not that Rei's expected anything more from Akai - okay, maybe a little, considering he's trying (and failing) to learn how to cook. Then again, he probably didn't figure he'd actually have to use the safehouse, and they've had worse. That weekend in Rikubetsu comes to mind. It still sends shivers down his spine.

Besides, the food isn't actually the problem - though they'll need to be conservative with it. No, the real issue is the shitty insulation. And terrible heating. Rei shivers in his sweater and huddles closer to the stove. It's not like they can call a HVAC repairman without drawing attention to themselves. Who thought it was a good idea to do this sting in the winter?

Whatever. They'll only need to stay here for a couple of days, until their allies have finished the witch-hunt, and then they can leave this safehouse behind them.

An uneventful breakfast and several hours later it's Akai's turn to sleep. He's mostly been sitting quiet and unobtrusive in the corner chair, keeping an eye on the street below. Rei knows the look, has seen it many times. Mostly on Rye, back in Osaka. Perching on the place with the best view, making as little noise and movement as possible. Coiled up and ready to bolt. The apartment isn't safe, and the mission isn't over. Akai won't rest, not really, until the all-clear. Idiot. As if he's not injured, doesn't need to recover.

"Akai. Your turn." He tries, and is roundly ignored. Akai must've heard him - there's nothing to listen to, in here. If he's somewhere else, mentally, well. Rei's never been good at quitting. Or alright with being denied attention.

"Akai." When the sniper still doesn't react, Rei walks up to him. Grabs a hold of his chin, tipping it up, forcing the other to look up at him. There's no resistance; either Akai is too tired to object, or he actively allows the touch. Rei's not sure which is worse. He feels Akai flinch as he straightens - must be the strain on his injured ribs. The sniper stares up at him, jade eyes dull and lifeless. The shadows under his eyes are deep enough to blot out the sun. Where's his stupid mirth, the barely concealed amusement? This won't do.

"Go lie down. Even if you can't sleep, your body still needs the rest. You're useless like this." How long has it been since he last slept?

"I can still-" Akai starts to object, eyes flicking to the window, to the street below.

"No. I've got this." Akai's so close, and so painfully tense, and Rei really doesn't know how to get his message through Akai's thick skull. So he tries for the closest approximation. He leans down that last little bit, until their noses touch, their foreheads rest together. Akai's skin burns against his own. "Rest." A single word, too gentle to be a command, but Akai still obeys. Long, soft lashes flutter against Rei's cheek, feather-light, as green eyes slip shut. The ghost of a sigh brushes against his lips. The pressure against him increases as Shuichi loosens into his touch.

Rei allows himself to indulge in the warmth of their shared space for a few shared breaths. It shouldn't be this hard to pull away. "Not here, idiot. The bed."

It's unclear whether Akai actually needs the help, or if he just likes to force Rei to do extra work, but he finds himself supporting the sniper to the bed. Helps lower Akai to the mattress as he settles in, careful not to aggravate his wounds. Cocoons him in the blanket. And if he's being a little too considerate, well, Akai looks about ready to pass out, so it's likely he won't notice or remember.

Rei finds himself checking in every once in a while, making sure Akai's still breathing. The man can be eerily quiet when he wants, and in slumber he almost seems dead. The first couple of times Rei saw him asleep, he found it disconcerting. By now, he knows how to spot Akai's signs of life, the faint rise and fall of his chest.

Of all the things that happened in the last 48 hours, Rei's mind returns to the most harmless offense - Akai in a too-large sweater.

How could that happen? He knows Akai's features by heart, by touch and measurement, and he's pretty sure he's counted out the rows and numbers correctly. Okay, fine, he might have picked out the design and worked on it in a hazy fugue state, but that is only slightly worse than his usual operating conditions. The result shouldn't be such a disaster. Maybe elder Tsuruyama will know where he went wrong.

(Because he did go wrong. No amount of stupid, heady pride at seeing Akai wear what Rei made for him with his own two hands can dissuade him from that. Rei tries to shove down the satisfaction spreading warmth throughout his body, right down to his toes. But the feeling has been building for weeks now, and is getting harder to ignore each day. Rei pretends he doesn't see the signs, doesn't know what they mean. They can't afford the distraction.)

Thankfully, his musings are interrupted by a sharp intake of breath, followed by a series of shallow gasps. He scans the room, wondering if Akai's noticed something he missed, when, with a quiet thud, the thick blanket slides to the floor. Akai's twisting and turning on the bed. Oh, great, the genius wants to agitate his wounds and freeze in one go.

Rei abandons his watch uneasily. But it's the middle of the day, and anyone coming after them right now would have to be stupidly brazen. Besides, he'd probably not notice attackers anyways. Akai's panting and thrashing is way too distracting.

Night (well, day in this case) terrors are not unusual for people in their profession, and if they are a regular issue for Akai, that might explain his general reluctance to get to bed, as well as the permanent bags under his eyes. But at this rate, Rei will need to intervene, or Akai will further injure himself.

"Don't go inside-" Akai's words, low and sharp, stop Rei dead in his tracks. Oh. They should've done a debrief before heading to bed. He's willing to bet he can guess pretty accurately what holds Akai in its grasp. It takes him a deep breath and a conscious effort of will to shake off the image of the abandoned factory, the smell of dust and mildew. The echo of a gunshot.

"Akai?" Rei continues his slow approach, gentle, non-threatening. Though Akai's eyes are wide open, staring at the ceiling, Rei doubts he can see him.

"At least wait for backup-", Akai pleads, unsteady. He's reaching out, grabbing at empty air. Grinding his teeth in agitation.

Alright. What did Hiro say? Considering Akai's taller, and loathe as Rei is to admit it, a better fighter, trying to wake him is most certainly a bad idea. Even if he weren't stronger, there's a gun on the bedside table, and Rei's not keen to learn what Akai's instincts look like if he wakes up disoriented and with too much adrenaline in his system.

So. Soothing might or might not be possible, but he has to try. "Akai. Shhh, it's all right. You got to me in time. We made it out. I'm here. I'm safe."

'Because you took a bullet for me', he doesn't say. Bulletproof vest or not, Akai's carrying the reminder of his actions on his chest, in cracked ribs, tender skin, and colourful bruises. It's grating to be in his debt, yet again. The first time might have been accidental, more about Scotch than Bourbon, but there's no doubt that this time, it was all about Rei. Who has the sickening suspicion Akai would've acted no differently, had he not been wearing body armour.

It makes no sense why he would go this far. There's people waiting for him - his siblings, his coworkers, the Kudos. Besides, he's the Silver Bullet, meant to take down the organisation. And here he is, throwing it all away for nothing. Who really cares whether Rei survives? He's long resigned himself to the fact he might not.

Hiro comes to mind, and Rei immediately rejects the notion. Maybe it's uncharitable. Things surely were difficult for Hiro, but the longer Rei has to think about it, the less he can forgive him. If he truly had cared about Rei, he would've found a way to let him know he made it. It's been three years, after all, easily enough time to settle into his cover. It shouldn't have fallen to Akai, perceived threat and even enemy at the time, to bring this revelation.

Rei's glad Hiro is safe, make no mistake. But there's years of grief and guilt between them, the loneliness growing roots so deep it's isolated him from the one person that mattered the most. The betrayal of the trust he thought they shared stings every time he thinks about his best friend. If he can even be called that, these days.

Akai thrashes, and Rei barely manages to grab a hold of his arm before he's decked in the face. Stupid. Here he is, getting lost in his own issues, while the other agent needs his support. He owes him that much, if not more.

Making sure he keeps Akai's arms in view, Rei puts the gun into the bedside table's drawer to avoid any accidents. He sits himself down at the corner of the bed, next to the agent's head. The stupid knit cap has slid off, revealing sweat-slick curls of dark hair. Rye's hair used to be so fine, smoothed out by its length, obviously well taken care of. The texture now, as Rei cards his fingers through steadily, is wet and oily - Akai should wash it tomorrow. With all that sweat, he'll need to shower anyways, though the motion might be straining his injuries. It might be good to offer to help - with the hair, that is.

"Not you too, not so soon-" Akai still seems agitated, but the repetitive stroking of his hair grounds them both, little by little. At least he's not kicking out anymore. "Akai, listen. You're not getting rid of me that easily, all right? And they're not getting you, either. You're here, with me, safe and sound. We're both here." And freezing, he notices. Akai's shivering beneath him, seeking his touch, his warmth. Rei feels like an idiot. He really should've grabbed the blanket first. Then again, Akai probably would've just shaken it off again. He'll fetch it when Akai's calmed down a bit more.

He scooches closer. Rubs circles into Akai's shoulder and upper arm, trying to create warmth through friction. Running his hand along, he's glad to feel the mohair he picked is as soft as he had hoped.

"No, please, Rei-" A stupid slip-up, inappropriate not just because it happened in front of the enemy. And yet the PSB agent can't bring himself to be too mad about it. It's not like Aperol lived to tell the tale. Rei had taken the shot in the window of opportunity Akai had bought him, and, well. He might have cared more about dispatching Aperol quickly so he could focus on a downed Akai. He's already mourned Akai once before; he'd rather not do so again, in the foreseeable future.

"Shhh. I'm with you." He squeezes Akai's shoulders, trying to make sure the other knows. He shouldn't indulge like this. Can't encourage Akai's behaviour. But duty demanded he go into that warehouse, and he's really not sure he would've walked back out without Akai.

Either Bourbon's cover is blown, or Rum has decided it's time to clean house and deal with loose ends. Whatever the case may be, killing Aperol will have burnt any goodwill he might have had, if it existed at all. He can't go back.

Except, it hits him: it doesn't matter. If the Kudos' plan worked, there's no place to go back to. He's survived Gin's distrust and Vermouth's games. Rum's relentless chase. He's still standing. Because of skill and luck and the allies Edogawa Conan has collected. Five long years undercover. They're finally over. He doesn't believe in miracles, but this comes pretty damn close.

Of course the job is not over, not by a long shot. There's stragglers to round up, witnesses to interrogate, statements to give. Evidence to submit and analyse. Going up against the Karasuma corporation means their case needs to be airtight, or they'll wiggle out of it with good attorneys. In all likelihood, everyone involved in this operation will need to sleep with one eye open for the rest of their lives.

But the fact remains that it looks like there will be a future, after all.

And it doesn't look terribly bleak.

Three years ago, he'd thought his world had ended. But he'd kept going, hanging on for duty - and the need to corner Akai for answers.

It just might have been worth it.

For late-night talks, shared cigarettes and stolen sweaters. For this beautiful, brave, reckless idiot, lost in fitful sleep beside him. For the hope of a better future, forgotten and rekindled.

He can't bring himself to say it, not even when Akai's asleep in his arms, unpleasant memories barely kept. But he knows it all the same.

'Thank you for keeping me alive to see this day.'

Sweater weather AU masterpost

#sweater weather AU #akam #shamelessly self-indulgent fluff. what can I say #long post #rei just casually icing a guy (admittedly in self-and-akai-defense) and he's more concerned with literally anything else. whoops.#not rei consoling akai with things he would have liked to hear himself #iris writes things #fic

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the-kipsabian · 1 year

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#kip sabian #penelope ford #saki akai #aew #all elite wrestling #ddt pro #ddt wrestling #wrestlingedit #wrestling #night gifs #okay heres my final contribution to this whole thing now #i wasnt gonna do these but someone pointed out that despite their cartoon villain antics making them need to #get out of dodge and fast they still needed their arms raised in victory and that was just too funny okay #also not pictures is them running down the hallway with kip just screaming 'GET OUT OF HERE RUN'#they are such fools i love them so much #my beloved #kip in a box #vampire wife #(rp blogs dont reblog; saving and other personal use with tag credits is fine)

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bastionbibi · 3 months

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Detco killer: *gives a pretty understandable reason as to why they were forced to kill*

Detco protags: Hurr durr whatevaaa!! Like??? U still alive??? U bad person!!! Bad BAD! Kill no no!! Life not yours no no no!@!!

Decto killer: *depressed suicidal person who's obviously having a mental breakdown*

Detco protags: weak ass bitch u wanna take the Easy Way Out huh :/// selfish piece of shit get back here *audience claps*

#yes this is again abt heijis fucking mom #im sorry i just need to vent #they really need to put a tw in these chapters man so i know which to avoid i dont wanna see these dumbassery #tw: suicide #tw: depression #detective conan #bibitxt #akai talking abt conan refusing to kill that girlie on m24 like its such a noble thing makes my skin crawl #its good that he respects his principle but its a shitty one so #not killing a killer is exposing others to be killed its simple math a bird can do it #'ppl deserve a second chance!' yeah. those who kill for a reason. not this serial killer who stabs ppl who look like their exes or smthng #im a firm believer in an eye for an eye

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mestos · 1 year

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the babygirls are fighting

#neesan shit art #dcmk #detective conan #akai shuichi #amuro tooru #furuya rei #bourbon #idfk know which one people tag it with #akam #i am SHOCKED that this ship is not even noticed or popular in the west #then again these two's concept and characters have been ruined by gosho #just saying.... amuro is very fruity #gosho might try make amaz a thing but i know what he is.#look at m25 #there is nothing heterosexual about furuya rei

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kimbapisnotsushi · 2 years

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okay here's a list of things i am VERY much hoping will get animated for the series:

"thanks, motoharu" cut to flustered igarashi and "you do remember me . . ." I'M GOING TO GO SO FERAL. HELLO??? THE LOOK ON IGARASHI'S FACE??? MIMA LAUGHING FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER??

when shun gives souma the pep talk about holding his head high and being proud of his smile and we cut to souma on the fuckin train. . . god souma is going to look SO perfect i can't wait to see it!!

the mima and hayate bookstore scene it's just a full five minutes of hayate crushing on mima that's going to be SO funny

SHUN'S DOG DRAWING SHUN'S INCREDIBLY STUPID DOG DRAWING I AM SO EXCITED TO SEE IT ON SCREEN

"two hot iced coffees please"

mima and igarashi reuniting for the first time and igarashi messing with mima

when hayate enters the cafe for the first time literally when i read that part i could just FEEL the breeze hear the bells i KNEW something big was about to happen!!

my queen futami asami

shun being the absolute best boy and trying to catch ririka

THE AD. THE FUCKING. ADVERTISEMENT. FOR THE MOVIE ADAPTATION. JUST. THE LOOK ON IGARASHI'S FACE WHEN HE SAW IT.

uni uni uni uni uni uni

"are you a pyschic store employee :0000"

SHUN STABBING HIMSELF WITH THE PENCIL LMAO

on that note i can't WAIT to see akai, kida, and aoyama being the funniest little shits alongside him

"futami-senpai, this is class a - " "I KNEW THAT"

souta being so soft for souma

"would you like a shoehorn?" "yeah, i - wait, what?"

the bit with igarashi making a modern manga title out of nowhere that was SO on point oh my god the explosion of titles that are really just like that is UNBELIEVABLE

MIMA AND IGARASHI BACKSTORY MIMA AND IGARASHI BACKSTORY

#okay i mean i really really hope they don't exclude any shenanigans #like i'd love to see EVERYTHING #but i'm just really looking forward to these things in particular!!#ichikura hayate #shiki souma #futami shun #mima takayuki #igarashi motoharu #futami asami #kida #aoyama #akai #play it cool guys #cool doji danshi #picg #cdd #shiki souta

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lesbianjodie · 1 year

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Straight Jodie truthers are the funniest thing to me. Like say what you will about she and Akai or whatever but no heterosexual American woman looks like she does. She's literally named after gay ass Jodie Foster and her ex is a pretty, pretty boy who wears eyeliner every day... girl if you think that is a heterosexual you are out of your mind

#jodie starling #detective conan #I haven't even seen anyone actually call jodie straight yet but you know #I'm just like. stating facts here #even her thing with akai makes sense if she were gay. the man is every bi woman's type and every lesbian w comphet's acceptable crush man.#like come the fuck on #jodie clinging to akai because she's gotten used to him and if she lets him go now she'll have to accept the fact that #she actually doesn't like men at all #you know?????#at my least eloquent rn I picked a bad day to write this post #gay jodie agenda

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akai-anna · 8 months

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So I already asked this before, but here I am asking you to do it again cause I honestly really enjoy reading about how you view each of the relationships in decto. So if it's not too much to ask will you do a part 3 just rambling about other relationships in decto. Also I'm glad my last ask made you that happy, and don't worry take as long as you like there's no rush to make them.

Anon-san. Dear. Darling. You are truly a blessing, a pure source of joy, a beauty in this measly existence we call a life. I would have never thought you'd come back for more rambling. Just. Thank you. So much.

And I'm happy you enjoyed my previous ramblings, and I hope you will enjoy this one too.

Notes, as always:

as in the previous asks relating to the ship opinion bingo, i interpret relationships in the broadest possible sense

i check everything that makes sense to me, even if they seem contradictory; i view them applied to different situations/universes/possibilities

*rolls up sleeves* Ok, now buckle up.

I. Akai Shuuichi/Okiya Subaru - Kudou Shinichi/Edogawa Conan (and The Kudous)

The Silver Bullet Duo (and the Parents Partners In Crime)

They just... have such a fascinating dynamic.

Akai, first learning about this lil kiddo through investigating Vermouth (Cool Guy) and as they started interacting, treating this boy as an equal despite him (seemingly) being a child. The fact he is openly impressed by Conan/Shinichi ("You always amaze us, boy."); I cannot put into words how important it is to me that Akai respects this gremlin child. (ONE OF thE BESt INVEstigAtoRS IN JAPAN HE SAID!!!!) Shinichi Being all sus of the guy at first, only to find a great mind in him, an amazing scheming partner, someone he can trust to protect his friend. They are not only on the the same wavelength (not even being in the same place) but make a very effective as a team; the sheer compatibility.

But also their actual first meeting BEING: SHINICHI BASICALLY CALLING AKAI SHUUICHI A CLOWN. INCREDIBLE.

And also, Akai being one of the precious few who knows about this lil gremlins identity. It's so important to me; as someone who dearly wants and aches for Shinichi to share his identity with at least a few other people, I cherish all individuals who are aware of his true identity. Not to mention, that the identity reveal to Akai was one of the most hilarious things I have ever witnessed. (Shinichi literally outing himself because he is too comfortable, too at ease in his own home and around these people, and distracted by Ran and solving the mystery, he forgets to be cautious. THIS FCKIN CHILD I LOVE HIM.)

And Akai constantly hinting at his real identity gets me so bad too. They are so precious to me.

And then there is the whole Akai-Yukiko & Yuusaku dynamic too. He literally became part of this oddball of a family? (YUKIKO tAUGHt HIM to COOK I CANNOt???) FITTING IN WITH THEM SO EFFORTLESSLY. I LOVE THEM.

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II. Agasa Hiroshi - Kudou Shinichi/Edogawa Conan - Miyano Shiho/Haibara Ai (- Detective Boys Trio)

Found Family: "Sometimes a family is 1 middle-aged man, 2 fake and 3 real elementary students" as I like to say.

Not many scenes to share here (tho I will definitely collect them in my newest reread session) because I don't have the energy to look for them. BUT.

Agasa Hiroshi is a Good Man. He doesn't have to invent all that stuff for Shinichi BUT HE DOES. He doesn't have to help this lil gremlin out BUT HE STILL DOES. All the times he just drove him around, all the times he allowed himself to be used (with no advance notice which he keeps ASKING SHINICHI FOR, TO JUST LET HIM KNOW) as a way to solve a crime; EVERYTHING HE DOES, DESPITE KNOWING HOW DANGEROUS IT IS. The way he only helped Yukiko and Yuusaku with the mad plan (because IT IS MAD; ODDBALLS) of "kidnapping Edogawa Conan" because he thought it would help drive the point home, of how dangerous this whole business is. Agasa Hiroshi just wants what might be best and safest for Shinichi. Just being there for him, and if he cannot he lets others, who can, know (Yuusaku and Yukiko in the above scene, Heiji in desperate revival, and so on). He cares.

On the other side, Shinichi might seem like, he doesn't appreciate Prof Agasa much at first glance (his constant comments about Agasa creating junk, says the one who uses his inventions, HYPOCRITE), but god, he goes BALLISTIC WHEN IT COUNTS. (Kidnapping case, just to mention one off the top of my head.) Shinichi literally grew up with this weird adult figure around, he is like family to him, and he cares. Tons. He trusts Agasa Hiroshi, literally, with his life.

Moving on: another point of Prof being a really good man. The way he is with the kids. He literally goes out of his way, to take them out to places, spend time with them. Be it camping, or eating out, or invent stuff for them, cooking for them, or just getting a cake to eat together... He got attached to these kids (just like Shinichi himself) as they spent more and more time together, and cares a great deal about them. And the kids grew fond of him too, despite all the little comments and teasing. (Or as I see it: he is an adult figure to them that they are comfortable around, and are not afraid to say what they think.)

As for Ai. Exhibit C of Agasa Hiroshi being a really good, kind-hearted person.

Agasa Hiroshi picked up a girl that brings even more danger with her mere presence, and at this point she is not trustworthy. Who knows what she might do? But he took her in anyways. (Without talking to Shinichi too, which led to some Emotions and Yelling.) And as time went on, this girl, who constantly lives in fear of being discovered (fearing so much, that she even tries to let herself die, and considers leaving everyone behind to protect them), slowly crawls out of her shell, to just be a person. Ai and Agasa come to care about each other too, so deeply; there is no blood-relation between them, yet there is such a strong familial bond between the two. (People mistaking them as father and daughter!)

They are a weird lil family unit, your honour, and I care about them so. So. SO MUCH.

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III. Mouri Kogorou - Kudou Shinichi/Edogawa Conan - Mouri Ran

The Mouri Family Unit

I just love them. God. I do.

I love how Shinichi got integrated into Kogorou and Ran's everyday life (be it cleaning, or just checking he's there and didn't run off again LOL). I love the rare moments of Kogorou actually being parental, be it to the lil gremlin or Ran. (HE LOVES BOTH OF THEM YOUR HONOUR!!!

I adore the fact that they watch stuff together, and discuss it, I find it really sweet (and funny). Also the fact that they eat together. Eating together with loved ones is a very important point in my own life, and it's a really... "intimate" is not quite the word I'm looking for but... I guess a bonding thing. Something meaningful. And these 3 definitely do it most days. The way they are so comfortable around each other, and everyone has their own lil space at the table. I really adore the thought of Shinichi getting so used to the lil routines and bustle of the Mouri Household, that after he turns back, he'll miss it. Especially, how he was living alone for years before the Conanification, without his parents; the Mouris are such a strong contrast against that. (Post-Conan Shinichi, that moves back to the Kudou House, and finds it too big and quiet and lonely, just going over to Agasa's and the Mouris' all the time to be around his loved ones. Him spending most of his time at their places, so much, his stuff is slowly moved into both places. And No One says a thing about it, it just happens, and they all let it happen. Please. I'm WEAK.)

I also love to see them in various combinations: Ran-Shinichi teaming up against Occhan, but also Ran and Kogorou constantly being "WHERE IS THE CHILD" in their own ways, and Shinichi and Kogorou team up too (like the time they tailed Ran, or when Ran told them Araide will be in the play too, HAHA). Each is so very delightful for their own reasons.

Thank you so much for asking me (AGAIN!!!!) to talk about relationships, it means a lot tome, and I truly hope you enjoyed reading these! May you have a blessed day, darling.

#detective conan #la junk talks #manga #detco posting #asks #anon #i'll tell you a secret dear anon-san #i originally planned to do 6 of these but i have low battery energy in me #also i tend to spend way too much time looking up scenes... i went overboard with akai oh my god #so after that one i also tried to limit myself to just... things off the top of my head #so as not to spend TOO long on things #but gosh this is way too fun really #i'm just glad you enjoy these bc i never thought anyone would #also i have a tendency to go towards familial and platonic relationships. what a surprise lmao #(no not really.)#happy screaming and word vomit time to me #happy reading to you anon-san #also this took me longer than expected but i got way too busy and at times distracted #i really hope you won't miss this post gosh

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shiroi---kumo · 1 year

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The Snow White Prince || A Desire for Connection

Kumo has an extreme desire for connection. I think one of the things I need to explain about him that I have only touched on briefly from place to place is what Kumo's love languages are.

Kumo's most important love language to feel loved is physical contact. He has an extreme desire to be hugged, held, or for any form of soft affection coming his way. (With permission of course). The single most powerful thing you can do for Kumo as a show of care for him is hold his hand.

Kumo will melt if you hold his hand. He will silence mid sentence and just stand there with a dopey look on his face. He will smile at you. He will give you soft eyes. He might be blushing a little even but you won't see it behind the mask. If you want this Cloud to know you care about him. Hold that hand.

It's really just that simple.

This works for all forms of relationships for him. He also feels extremely cared for if you allow him to sleep next to you and/ or make contact when doing so. Cuddling up next to a loved one, friend, family or otherwise, was not seen as strange in Misterican culture and it was actually quite common place. Kumo has explained a few times in various asks that he slept next to his brother on occasion well into his teenage years.

He suffered from nightmares and having someone next to him was grounding so he would go crawling off to his brother for support. Let him fall asleep while holding your hand and you just skyrocketed onto the the positive side for his opinion of you. It's all in grounding, support and affection to him. A soft hand on his shoulder, a protective hand at his waist, hands in his during a dance, a leading hand to guide his, or a gentle hug. They all say I care about you to him.

Permission is key, of course. Kumo won't make contact without permission and he expects the same respect in kind. It also falls into the concept of how Mistericans expressed affection. They were very open about their love for one another, and they really didn't shun anyone for who they loved (as long as romantic partners were consenting adults).

Misterica was built on a society of medicine first and foremost but also one that celebrated and worshipped the arts, creativity and comradery. So for Kumo, such things are excessively important.

While Kumo, himself, is setting in the aroace category towards romantic relationships, he has an extreme desire for intimacy and I do not mean that in a lustful sense. I mean that in the sense of just building a connection between two people and expressing mutual love and concern for each other.

Kumo wants to be cared for. He wants to care in return. He has a desire to express his love to the people he wants to give it to and if he cannot then that sensation becomes suffocating to him. Kumo at his core is a bleeding heart. He could get drunk on the idea of love. He is in love with loving.

He severely believes in the idea and concept that Love can conqueror all and that there is nothing stronger than simply loving someone. So he wants to be affectionate with the people he loves and he wants them to be affectionate with him.

Mistericans express affection by rubbing their horns together / brushing their horns against their loved ones' faces, and this is an action Kumo reserves for only those who are the absolute closest to his heart. He holds some form of adoration for those he choses to brush his horns against. It's a personal thing and an intimate show of care between Mistericans.

Kumo is in love with the universe and in love with the idea that love is all he needs to protect and save. He just has an extreme desire to be loved as well, but he'll never say that to someone.

#The Mist in my Soul || Headcanon #Topic: A Prince's Life #Topic: Misterica #Topic: Misterican Culture #Topic: Akai Kiri #topic: love languages #// If you ever let him cuddle with you - you're doomed #// Kumo sees cuddling as a platonic thing all people do #// that's just how it was on Misterica #// You let him cuddle up to you and pass out and you're in his heart for life #// He will think very highly of you and get very attached very quickly #// This Squishy Marshmallow speck of Cloud loves to be hugged and cuddled #// and obviously the opposite side of physical touch backlashes 200 fold to fuck with him #// but i've talked about that before and i didnt feel like making things sad tonight

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i love how Heimdall covers Atreus's eyes like "i am an asshole, but i am not letting this little shit see the degenerate shit these mortals create"

on god i fuckin tell you not even odin would want to torment a kid like that, the boy has gone through a lot of shit he don't deserve it 💀

anyways made this shitty meme for this ask alone your welcome

#just akai things #gow #gow odin #odin #atreus #gow atreus #gow heimdall #heimdall #also i went to twt to see some gow fanart hoping i could at least find pretty heimdall art #which i did godbless #but literally the first tag i fucking see when i typed his name was the ship #and im like??????? hello???????????#some of the art actually looks wholesome if it wasnt tagged by that damn ship #imagine getting this pissy over pixels yeah me alright #cause i cant even enjoy shit without seeing my favorite characters getting butchered

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two faced

#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland fanart #twst fanart #cater diamond #twst cater #cater twisted wonderland #my art #just akai things #would this be considered vent art in some way #idk i made this cause i didnt wanna do my homework

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It’s an Oldie, But Is It a Goodie? – Akai Giwaku (Japan, 1975)

Yeah, 1975. By watching this one, I took a stroll down my parents’ and grandparents’ memory lane. The subject: one of the hottest Japanese dramas of that era, Akai Giwaku (赤い疑惑) (“Red Confusion”).

(Do I need to tag spoilers for this...?)

Speaking for better accuracy, this drama wasn’t hot in my parents’ home country of China until the 80s, when it was dubbed over and broadcasted under the title 血疑 (“Blood Confusion”). And then it was...red hot.

As we sat in front of the TV, watching this blurry drama on YouTube with cheesy dubbing and spotty audio, my mom wistfully reminisced about the days when everyone was watching it. Akai Giwaku prompted a massive wave of girls and boys who changed their hairdos and revamped their wardrobes to match the female and male leads’. Everyone had a crush on Yamaguchi Momoe, the lead actress, and singing along to her voice as it carries the melody of the drama’s opening song was an innate reaction that’s followed my parents to this day. It can be hard, grasping what your parents’ youth was like. But seeing them reliving their drama fever, I suddenly couldn’t understand them more.

So exactly what kind of show is Akai Giwaku that so many fell in love with it? Well. It’s sad.

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A Cliché Pioneer

Nowadays, we’re neck-deep in the territory where every piece of media comes off as “cliché.” Your chances of finding anything with a totally new storyline are effectively zero—while creativity is abundant, the spring of innovation has long since run dry.

In the case of Akai Giwaku, years of modern-day drama-consumption makes you feel like it’s just running down the list of drama tropes:

Our female lead, Sachiko, is a cheerful ray of sunshine. She’s a high school student with a loving family and skips and hops her way to school every day. Friendly and optimistic, you can immediately tell that something terrible is going to happen to her.

With a stroke of horrible luck, Sachiko is exposed to a large amount of radiation and subsequently develops leukemia. Her father—a doctor—notices her symptoms, discovers what has happened, and concludes that she has the illness. Unless a miracle cure is discovered, she will die within the year. Her parents agree that they should hide the truth from her, hoping that she will be able to live her life with unperturbed joy and perhaps hold out long enough for said cure.

Sachiko meets Mitsuo, a handsome and charming medical student of her father’s. They click and fall for one another, fast.

Like two episodes later, Mitsuo finds out that Sachiko is his biological half-sister because his dad is a two-timing piece of garbage.

So Sachiko’s actually adopted, a truth that she is again unaware of. Who’s her biological mom? Her famous paternal aunt, who she’s looked up to her entire life as the “cool aunt who does things I want to do.” Sachiko...I can think of a few things she does that you shouldn’t want to do, one of them being how you were conceived.

Sachiko’s blood type, AB-negative, provides problems when it comes to needing constant transfusions. But never fear, because guess who shares her blood type? Mitsuo! And their dad; but no one wants to talk about that dude. The half-brother boyfriend is a far more reliable blood bag.

To the modern mind, this sounds like an absolute dumpster fire. Terminal illness, check. Lovers are actually siblings, check. Birth secrets, check. Of course, it’s rather anachronistic to be calling Akai Giwaku “cliché” when there wasn’t such a wide selection of shows back then at all. If anything, it’s like a mother to all soap opera-style dramas that followed. I almost want to see someone attempt something even halfway as traumatically dramatic today, just to see if it would even work. (Korea had a similar stab at it in Autumn in My Heart, which I’d love to reserve discussing for a different time because oh my god. 2000 was just a different time, man.)

Funnily enough, neither of my parents even remembered that the leads are half-siblings. Yes, the plot point whose tragedy is of equal weight to Sachiko’s illness was left behind in the dust of faded memories. They spent the last thirty-some years believing that this show was only sad because the girl was dying— which when you think about it, is also sad, but every show back then loved killing off a protagonist...so, not all that riveting. Watching them piece the “they’re actually related” part together was as entertaining as the drama itself: wait. I remember that guy being her dad. No, no; that guy is the boy’s dad. Maybe their dads just look alike. I think we’re being racist. Wait.

Like boiling a pair of horrified frogs, while being a horrified frog myself.

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It Hurts More Than You’d Expect

If you’re a normal human being, Sachiko and Mitsuo’s romantic relationship is inherently off-putting. Don’t worry, you’re not the only one—Mitsuo, upon learning that they’re related, faces an internal struggle so huge that he flees to the countryside. And he likely would have stayed, if it weren’t for learning the second bit of information that Sachiko is dying.

Perhaps no amount of context matters. Their relationship is gross, end of story. But any amount of biological and/or ethical fact only makes your heart hurt more for them, not less.

Timeline-wise, Sachiko and Mitsuo fall for each other long before finding out that their shared biological father screwed them over all those years ago. Imagine the trauma from their discovery of the truth. How unfair the world is, to make them find one another, love one another, and be there for one another through the torture that are their circumstances. I’m not saying their relationship is justified, but yeah that’s basically what I’m saying and I guess I’ll just have to live with that.

Okay, but once they know they’re related, that should be the end of it. As insane as I can be, I agree with that. And Sachiko’s father thinks the same. When he notices the two growing closer, he tries to create a rift between them. But realizing that Sachiko’s last remaining happiness may rest with Mitsuo...well. Her father is the one who tracks down Mitsuo, imploring him to come home for Sachiko’s sake. She loves him enough that he’ll give her the strength to live.

For obvious reasons, this request is one of exceptional cruelty to Mitsuo. He’s being asked to keep a lot of unreasonable secrets: the nature of Sachiko’s birth, their relation to one another, and now her looming death. Any of these alone amounts to them parting ways, yet he’s being asked to act as if none of it is a facet of reality. But he agrees, believing that it will be worth it to make Sachiko happy. And if she’s ultimately cured, that would be even better.

A lot of this drama is just a compilation of watching an unreasonably attractive Mitsuo suffer. In a way, the happier Sachiko is, the more tortured he must be to balance it out. But what are his other options? He can either a) tell her the truth and have her grieve her illusion of a life, possibly speeding up her death or b) keep it a secret and suffer alone in silence, either until she dies or a cure is discovered. Or—and this is his first inclination—c) keep it a secret, distance himself, and pretend not to like her so that maybe her feelings for him will die and maybe she’ll just get over it, or maybe she’ll die before then. Scenario B is the only one that gives Sachiko the greatest chance at life.

Gah. I really wanted to strangle Mitsuo’s father for what he did to these poor children. Need an argument against cheating that has nothing to do with ethics or morals? Here’s one: your children from different partners might end up unknowingly dating each other. Someone, throw this man off the top of a skyscraper.

Anyways, it’s hardly surprising that their love story ends in tragedy. You really don’t want to see them part by having one party die, but you also don’t know how much better you’d feel by seeing them split up because they’re related by blood. Either way, there’s no avenue to take where they can walk toward a happy ending. Everyone in the show recognizes this, which is why they can only watch the two with bittersweet smiles.

And it’s pain for you, as someone who has to watch it all progress exactly the way you think it will. Especially after Sachiko discovers her birth secret, I embodied emotional turmoil. In her distress, she even says something like, “yeah, I bet you love me—as a sister” and Mitsuo gets so pissed off that I’d find it cathartic if it weren’t for how heartrending it all is.

They come to accept the circumstances, as Sachiko’s condition is worsening by the day. The end of the show comes with Sachiko peacefully passing away in Mitsuo’s arms as they sail on the sea. She thanks him for everything and wishes that he can move on before leaving. It’s also the first and last time he kisses her—in a farewell. I can’t put into words how absolutely terrible I felt watching her go like that, but maybe it’s best that I’m speechless because you probably wouldn’t be able to understand anything I’d say through my hideous sobs.

If it’s any consolation, the lead actors actually got married in 1980 and have been together ever since. Yamaguchi retired upon their marriage and totally erased herself from the radar, leaving Miura, Mitsuo’s actor, alone in the public eye. He initially struggled to build a name for himself due to exclusively being known as Yamaguchi’s costar (indeed, my mom loves the mental image of Yamaguchi announcing that she’s not going to work anymore as they sign the marriage papers and Miura being dumbfounded), but eventually paved a way to a steady acting career.

To close off the discussion surrounding Sachiko and Mitsuo’s love story, I’d like to bring up an important observation I had while watching: Mitsuo has some kind of compulsive need to take off his shirt during blood transfusions. Initially, we simpletons tried to excuse it: well maybe back then, that was just the process of donating blood? Guys gotta strip? Then, there’s a scene where he and his dad are laying right next to each other to donate blood, and he’s the only one shirtless:

(This has the same energy as Dongfang Qingcang in Love Between Fairy and Devil ripping off his clothes as he’s about to suffer severe corporal punishment. Immediately before, his brother suffered the same punishment. Fully clothed.)

I really would just like to know: why. I require an explanation.

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What Counts as “Living”?

As my parents rediscovered, this isn’t just a show about a girl who is going to die. Nor is it just a show about a girl who is going to die, but in the meantime is dating her half-brother. Sachiko is certainly going to die. But she also needs a reason to live.

No one tells Sachiko anything that she arguably deserves to know. She spends half of the show not knowing the truth behind her disease, having been fooled by her parents that her symptoms are those of a minor and curable illness. She spends even more time not knowing that her parents aren’t her biological parents and that the person she’s in love with is her half-brother.

I pitied Sachiko because no one tells her the truth and gives her the option to choose until she stumbles upon reality herself. At the same time, with how emotional of a person she is, I can see why everyone fears risking her life by telling her something that would stress her out. Being faced with both cancer and incest would be rather stressful for anyone, don’t you think? Also, she has a habit of literally running away from her problems, which leads to quite the pickle when she inevitably trips and scrapes her knee and can’t stop bleeding due to her leukemia.

For the most part, every conflict that surfaces is both rooted in and resolved by Sachiko’s leukemia. Akai Giwaku at its core is less a story about fighting cancer and more about how her illness gives everyone the motivation to cherish life, especially Sachiko herself. Her character grows fast in spite of her mounting illness, primarily due to her family and Mitsuo’s encouragement. She learns the horrors and unfairness of life, and then by contrast how beautiful life and people can be.

Many around her can be considered selfish. A nosy paparazzi initially sniffs out that Sachiko’s aunt has a secret daughter and has the full intention of publishing Sachiko’s identity. But upon fully grasping the details of her circumstances, he definitively decides to drop the scoop. Sachiko’s aunt herself is quite tempted to tell her that she’s her birth mother, especially once she discovers that Sachiko is ill, but she ultimately puts aside that desire in favor of Sachiko’s health. Even when Sachiko directly asks her for answers regarding her birth, her aunt only insists that her current parents, the ones who raised her, are her real parents. (I’d just like to say here that thank goodness this show expresses this worldview so plainly—maybe we should feel thankful towards those who brought us onto this planet, but if those people are not the same as those who raised us, then the latter are true “parents.”)

Though it may be easy to dismiss such goodwill as pity, I prefer to view it as the idea that most people know where to draw the line. There are some things that no amount of benefit could justify. Life is fleeting for everyone, but few things hurt more than watching a young person have their future stripped from them before they’re even able to touch it. And when you see them so desperately trying to live, how could you not be affected by that?

Of course, Sachiko has her struggles. She despairs after learning she has leukemia, and even more so after discovering that she’s blood-related to the love of her life. She constantly wonders if dying would be a form of liberation. People transitioning into adulthood in general are prone to such thinking: is this all there is to life? I do this every single day until I die? Then what’s the point?

Sachiko is a testament against that nihilistic pointlessness: there’s no point that someone else can give you. Life is about being diligent and believing that your efforts will amount to something fulfilling. She stumbles backward sometimes, but through the support of her loved ones, she strives to live a life with meaning. She keeps having fun and doing all the things that teenagers are meant to be doing. She studies to go to medical school even knowing that she won’t live to attend, and rejoices when she is accepted. Because at least she did something that she deeply wanted to before she dies.

In some of the show’s final moments, Mitsuo arrives at Sachiko’s home. “I’m here to pick up Sachiko,” he tells her mother when she opens the door.

Her mother heads up the stairs to Sachiko’s room. “Sachiko, Mitsuo’s here to pick you up. Let’s hurry and get ready.”

No one is in the room. But a backpack is neatly arranged on the desk where Sachiko used to sit.

Her mother carries the backpack down so her husband and Mitsuo can take it to what would have been Sachiko’s first day of college, where she would have sat through her own father’s lecture. As Mitsuo and her father move forward to create a world where she could have experienced her future, she lives on in their hope and desires.

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Everyone’s beloved Sachiko survives vibrantly in my parents’ generation. What stirs their memories of it the most is that classic opening theme, which ironically serves as a fitting conclusion to her story. It opens with the fanfare of a somber trumpet before Yamaguchi sings:

If it is my fault, then please forgive me For making you suffer such pain Completely forget everything about me I hope that you walk toward the bright sunlight

Falling alongside the dying leaves, one-by-one Our sad parting approaches us We cried, we laughed, we fought So long as I was with you, I could be at rest

Thank you

How many more days remain, where I can be loved? How many more days remain, where I can live?

If it is my fault, then please forgive me For hurting you without knowing By myself, I will take care I hope that you will absolutely find someone nice

As if I am carefully putting small rocks in a line I trace all of our different memories The meaning of a happiness from being loved by others Is something that you taught me

Thank you

How many more days remain, where I can be loved? How many more days remain, where I can live?

#akai giwaku #赤い疑惑 #scribbles*#i'm interested in knowing how many middle-aged chinese people adored this show #i feel like this is one of those things where you'd just have to say it and suddenly their brains take a time travel trip #i wish i could find this drama in full anywhere online #but tbh it's very hard #so i apologize to any eng-only viewers #just take my word for it #it's good lol

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