…should I be concerned that Hakuba seems almost… /eager/ to kill off his self-insert main character?
Uhm. Something tells me that this will not be a happy book.
Monthly Archives: October 2013
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You guys don’t know how tempted I am to run home after work and photoshop Hakuba into a bunch of other animes.
It would be fun. I should do it.
//Guess who remade their account…
*laughs nervously*
Heya guys! It had been awhile.
Life is still pretty busy, but I am going to try and get on more when it does slow down.
((Look! He’s returned to us. 😀 Welcome back!!! We missed you!))
My friend: Everyone thinking it but no one is saying it. But I’ll do. GIN WOULD BE SO HANDSOME IF HE CUT HIS HAIR!!
“… I’m not handsome with it as long as it is?”
“Gin-san, that’s the problem. Your attractive features are all hidden under that /mess/. If you’d at /least/ part the fringe in front, as I’ve suggested before, things would be vastly improved. Though, I won’t lie: I’d love to see you with a haircut.”
I trust you.
“Ah, Haibara-chan… I have only briefly met you, but I have heard good things about you. I’m very pleased to hear that I’m trustworthy. Thank you!”
(Meme) I love you.
“Ah, Yamashita-chan… I appreciate the sentiments, believe me I do, but am unfortunately unable to return them. After all, I barely know you and, well… to be honest, I’m… ah, already interested in someone else. Please understand that it’s nothing personal, and that I wish you the best of luck in your en devours.”
"…I’m also fairly certain that I haven’t reblogged this meme recently, but I suppose that’s neither here nor there."
“I understand. We can still be friends and maybe drink some tea over at your place, right?”
“I think that would be lovely. Of course. Thank you for understanding.”
Will somebody please torture my muse with random uncomfortable questions for my own entertainment? Thanks.
(Meme) I love you.
“Ah, Yamashita-chan… I appreciate the sentiments, believe me I do, but am unfortunately unable to return them. After all, I barely know you and, well… to be honest, I’m… ah, already interested in someone else. Please understand that it’s nothing personal, and that I wish you the best of luck in your en devours.”
"…I’m also fairly certain that I haven’t reblogged this meme recently, but I suppose that’s neither here nor there."
Shadows || themoonlightthief / camiechan
He swallowed, whatever faint flash of relief flickering through him at getting that shadow, that thing, away from the detective disappearing in an instant as dark mist settled around them. Arms wrapping tightly around the blonde and hands curling almost painfully into the back of his shirt, protectively, blue eyes gazed around the room, searching for any sign of the shadow and any hint on how it planned to attack next.
“I-I’m sorry,” Kaito whispered, voice momentarily catching in his throat. No amount of apologies would be enough though. Hakuba could’ve died. If he hadn’t—
“I didn’t think it would— I thought I’d lost it.”
He shook his head in an attempt to clear it, forcing the panic and fear away as best he could in place of a determined and serious expression, a quiet, shaky breath leaving his throat. “…Fire. From what I’ve been able to figure out, it’s weak against fire. Do you have anything we can use as a torch? Or a room without cracks, perhaps, that it can’t get into…?”
The shadow watched them for a long moment, seething and gritting it’s would be teeth. It then quietly slipped back outside through the crack under the door.
The moonlight was bright, illuminating the darkened streets despite the loss of lights caused by the shadows darkness.The closer to All Hallows Eve it grew the bigger the shadows reach seems to get. It slithered up the side of the house, shadows slowly extending, engulfing, overtaking.
Soon The structure had completely been engulfed by writhing bubbling shadow, blocking out even the light from the moon and trapping the two inside. The mist filling the house growing with it; going from a minor itch to a painful irritation of the throat and lungs.
“There’s no room that would be adequate in terms of that sort of security, I’m afraid,” Hakuba muttered in response, refusing to let go of Kaito for the moment. The skin on his neck ached with that burning, but staying close seemed more important. And Kaito was offering details. Concrete facts that he could focus on, work with. He caught a little more of his breath, then turned his head toward the east wing, eyes narrowing in thought.
“However… the kitchen will have fire. The stove is gas. The are matches. Flambe torches. Flammable cooking sprays. Candle lighters. Charcoal. Lighter fluid. It might not be enough, but…"
His voice trailed off as the light in the reception area of the mansion faded. Glancing at the glass panes, thin curtains more a bane then than ever, he sucked in a breath and swallowed hard. Which hurt, both inside and out. Then he pushed, struggling to get to a stand while attempting to drag Kaito with him.
”…we’ll set the estate on fire if we have to.“