hannah-shikari:

Is it odd that I want Hakuba’s thing now?

Hakuba, you wanna switch with me?

I don’t want to see fishes anymore and I’m sure you’ll find it more fascinating to learn about the deep sea and the BOTTOM OF THE OCEAN than me

TAKE IT I DON’T WANT IT SOB

((Hakuba would LOVE to switch with you since he’s TERRIFIED OF GHOSTS but there are two problems with this:

1) It would scare away the Kaitos which is very much not something Hakuba wants

2) It would scare his MUN

because the ocean is SCARY

and whales are the scariest things that exist. 

…so NO. But thank you for your interest.))

He heaved a mental sigh of relief when the door finally swung open, and a wide grin settled on his lips as his eyes finally locked on the blonde. “Hot chocolate sounds great, actually. Thanks~ Good to see you too, by the way, Hakuba. Really.”

“So pleased to hear that, thank you! Yes, do come in, let me get this door closed and firmly locked to keep out the cold and we’ll go straight to the kitchen." 

The detective, who was perhaps a little more antsy than usual, stepped to the door to do just that. 

"To what do I owe the pleasure of your company this evening, anyway? If you don’t mind my asking, of course… not that you have to have a reason, necessarily, to come visit me, but I’m curious as I always am and you know, that sort of thing just-" 

Hakuba paused, glancing back behind him toward the darkened hallway, hesitated a moment, then let go of the breath he’d been holding. 

”…What was I saying?“ 

He shifted the bag currently slung over his shoulder and glanced around, swiftly scanning the surrounding area, but upon not seeing anyone else around – or, more importantly, none of his /doppelgangers/ – he grinned, turned towards the door and knocked. Now he just had to play the waiting game. Hopefully only for a little bit though. He could feel himself growing restless already, with every second passing. “C’mon, c’mon, it’s /cold/–“

All of these ghostly sounds and wanderings and now a knock at the door? And were was Baaya? Or the other servants? 

He snuck down the hallway and to the front door, biting his lip again with a healthy amount of trepidation. Did he dare answer it? Who would be visiting without an appointment? Still, it was rude to not answer, even if there were some sort of a monster waiting just beyond the arguably unenforced passage.

So he opened it.

“Oh! Kuroba-kun, it’s you. It’s wonderful to see you again, such a pleasant surprise.” Thank God, someone to keep him company and help with the spectral visitors. “Ah, please come in! I can make some tea or hot chocolate or something?”

It is hard to hear at first, a low ghostly wail carried by drafts of an unknown origin saunters through the house. You begin to catch glimpses of a phantom spirit flickering in and out of sight as it passes by your door frame and continues down the hall.

“Oh… god…”  

The detective bit his lip, staring at the opened door – that he did not open – and hesitated before getting to his feet. Ghosts weren’t real, as far as he knew. Or, no, that wasn’t entirely accurate, either. Ghosts and the like were unlikely to exist as portrayed in pop culture media, but that didn’t mean that they necessarily did not exist. 

Hakuba pushed a breath past pursed lips and wondered what he ought to do about it. He was supposed to help them or something of that ilk, yes? But how to help a ghost? Particularly when he couldn’t stop shaking. Perhaps the heat needed to be turned up, first. Yes, that was a good plan.

Warily, the young detective stepped out of his bedroom and into the hallway, glancing left, then right, before heading toward the thermostat for that particular wing of the estate. 

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camiechan: Once the dial is stopped there is little time for you to pull your hand away before the box starts shaking and bursts open. Clouds of transparent mist enveloping your body and then dispersing into different parts of your house. The box itself then slowly fades from  existence right in front of your eyes, […]

A Tale of Rifles and Silver Bullets

okiya-subaru:

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Wait, what? “…I thought you were aware of Kudou’s diminutive condition. Regardless, I do know Kudou, though I only first met him after he ended up going by the pseudonym ‘Conan.’ And I’ve met Yukiko. She comes over on occasion and stays here because she wishes to see old friends.” He filled the kettle with water and put it on the stove.

“Anyway, I keep up the property and watch over the area, as the Kudous are aware of the ‘crows’ and their threat. And the crows do have an official name. The Black Organization.

"The Black Organization is an organized crime ring that is much more dangerous and far reaching than what the phrase ‘organized crime ring’ entails. The higher ranking members are each named after alcoholic drinks.” He smirked slightly. “My codename was Rye. There are several people who infiltrated their ranks. I was one, along with another that I know of.

"You must understand this, as I have a rifle, a pistol, ammunition, and grenades that I keep here. As this identity, under my current pseudonym, I cannot pass a background check. My cover was blown not too long ago. Afterward, to maintain the other person’s cover, I had to feign my death at their hands.” Subaru took the kettle off the stove and poured a mug of water from it. He added tea leaves and stirred it about. “Anything in your tea?”

“Two sugars, please. Milk, too, if it’s Earl Grey… just sugar if not." 

The answer was automatic, and fortunately so, as Hakuba needed to buy himself some time to deal with the new information that was just given to him. Subaru Okiya had been a double agent in the Black Organization, which was the same criminal ring that Kaito had mentioned? The crows are the Black Organization. Dangerous. Alcoholic code names. Hm.

The detective tucked this information away as he worked through Okiya’s words again, and then a fourth time. Living under cover, presumed dead, weapons in the household. So much to take in, to profile and organize. Where to start? Hakuba pursed his lips, considering.

"Convenient to make the Kudou home your watch post, then… ah, it’s…really impressive, isn’t it?”

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It is late evening, and there is a light knock at your door. You call out to see who it is, yet there is no answer. Shaking off the sense of wrongness you feel, you decide to open the door and inspect the area; upon doing so you notice a package left on the doorstep. […]

7 Deadly Sin Headcanons

Lust: a headcanon about your character’s romantic and/or sexual life
Greed: a headcanon about something your character hordes or collects
Sloth: a headcanon about something your character hates to do or simply hates in general
Pride: a headcanon about something your character is a bit cocky about
Gluttony: a headcanon about food or obsessions
Wrath: a headcanon about your character and their anger management
Envy: a headcanon about your character’s secret desires and jealousies

Okay (ooc)

Thanks for the notes yesterday; they helped a lot. I would go into what’s been going on but… it’s not exactly on theme and doesn’t matter anyway. It comes down to needing to balance things in my life and not depend so much on the validation/reassurance of others. Since, you know, no one’s obligated to give that and my writing/art should be motivated by my want to do so (which has been on a steady decline). Yeah. Anyway.

I’m going to change up how I do replies/drafts. Default is chronological order in which they were received, but for the moment (as I work through the backlog), I’m going to put priority on those that actually show interest… since I guess people go on hiatus or lose interest over time. So if we have a thread and you’d like a reply because you want to actively play, comment or send an ask. Otherwise, I’ll get to them when I do, I guess.

Also, the next person who sends me a hug or something in an ask gets to be my BFF because srsly I could really use it right now

Tl;dr – sorry I was sad, normal blog operations will resume soon.

Kthanks