[[ So I drew a sketch after the paint drawing, inspired by the drawing I was doing for WhiteKnightHakuba. I had room on the page and was thinking about what myth based creature would fit who in the DC/MK universe(s). And whoops, Au and plot just sprung into being.
Think about it… a world where creatures like dragons travel naturally, and while they normally prefer to remain on their own, the option is there for them to pair with a human to increase their power. One day a silver dragon approached Hakuba after a case, asking him to help right a wrong done to his family by a silver nine tailed Fox who was reported to have paired with a local thief in white. Having not of been bothered to go after the thief since he was more concerned with killers and the like, Hakuba was tipped into agreeing over the promise of a challenging case.
“For the record… this is precisely why I have an agent. Good publicity means more cases and allows me to pick and choose the ones that are the most interesting instead of having to scrape the bottom of the barrel. Not that I would turn away someone in need, of course, but I do only have so much time per day, so I need to choose my battles carefully.
"If this means having to deal with photo ops and interviews… so be it.”
◤▸x◂ | Send me a ✍ and a character and I’ll draw the character horribly on MS Paint.◢
“Oi, Hakuba, I herd that race horses only have career life spans of 2 years —pompous prickish English asshole ones even less. Really think it would behoove you to get off your high horse and admit that you’re pasture time— it’s really not your field to be horsing around.”
AU where everyone has a mark on their body and it shines brightly when they meet/touch the person who will eventually murder them. Send me “Shine” to see my muse’s reaction when their mark starts to shine.
He’d seen it the night before on the rooftop, just that little glint of silver peeking out from under his sleeve, but it hadn’t surprised him. Confronting the assassin Spider always had that effect, and he had come to accept it. It had done the same for several dangerous people that he’d gone up against, so much so that he almost wasn’t even worried about it anymore. At least he’d managed to save Kaitou KID from the same fate.
For one more heist, anyway.
The next morning was his first day at Ekoda High School, and though the young detective was tired, he was relieved to get back to a sort of normal routine. Summer had been filled with cold cases and moving back to Japan for the year abroad, and while he knew that it would take some adjustments to get used to the Japanese school system again, he felt fairly confident that he could handle it. Introductions went well, and he sidled past the gawking fangirls and territorial young men to take his place at the desk designated by the teacher.
Typical. He was prepared for anything.
That was, of course, until the break between homeroom and the rest of his classes, when a pair of students wandered over to his desk to introduce themselves. Nakamori Aoko, who he recognized as the inspector’s daughter, and… Kuroba Kaito… who, upon making eye contact, brought on that same, searing pain in his wrist that Spider had.
Hakuba sucked in a breath, mind flicking through the information that he’d had stored away for various profiles, and leaned back in his desk uncomfortably. “A pleasure to meet you both,” he muttered, and searched for his pocket watch to deal with the sudden wave of anxiety that crushed his insides like a serpent coiled around a helpless rodent. “If you’ll excuse me, though, I really need to get my homework organized… thank you…”
When they had left, the blond snuck a peek at his wrist, hiding it under his desk. Sure enough, the mark was glowing again, bright and vivid. But who was Kuroba? And why would he kill him…?
arrow: how much does your happiness depend on your relationships with others?
“Well… ah, I’m an introvert by nature, but while I do spend a lot of time on my own and derive my energy from myself… not getting along with others certainly makes everything that I do much, much more difficult. It’s unfortunate, perhaps, that so much of my job requires that I depend on others for information, red tape clearance, and cooperation. In addition, having classmates that don’t seem to care for me really does put a damper on school. It can get rather lonely…”
date: do you think age differences are a big deal?
“That largely depends on how wide the gap is and how mature the persons in the relationship are. I’ve met several young people who were infinitely more mature than some others that were twenty, thirty years older… It comes down to the individual, I guess is what I am trying to say, though you must always be certain to follow the laws of consent."
I like to believe in a sort of… karma/reincarnation thing because it’s totally rad. Where you die and you are like “Woah I’m back in the game room” and there are your friends and stuff and they’re plotting out their next lives like an RPing session and they’re like “hey it’s about time you showed up!” and you all high five and talk about the stuff that happened in your last life and then you get stuff ready and welcome your other friends when they come over and then BAM LET’S DO A NEW LIFE THIS WILL BE INTERESTING~
IDK what death is really like but I’m gonna go with that.
33: Talk about what you do when you are sad.
Depends on the reason why I’m sad. A lot of times I will make sad puppy eyes at my friends online, or browse tumblr hoping for some sort of spark. Other times I will lie on the floor and stare at the ceiling. Sometimes I will write destructive stories. Or draw sad things. Or cuddle my cats and cry.
Usually it involves moping and hoping someone will notice me…??? 😐
39: Talk about things you wish you’d known earlier.
Goodness, there are a lot of things… One of them being that it doesn’t actually matter if I want to use the same attack over and over and over again in my pokemon games; the NPC trainers aren’t going to get mad at me for it. It would have saved me hours, probably.
…then again, I don’t think it would have been nearly as satisfying…
40: Talk about the end of something in your life.
I went to university to become an animator, but I realized by the end of the 2nd semester that it was not going to work, which crushed my heart and soul. BUT… with Disney saying “no more traditional animation,” my arm’s tendinitis flipping the heck out, and my animation major friends routinely calling me crying because of deadlines and wanting to kill themselves, I guess it was for the best in the end.
You can’t be a successful animator and a procrastinator, as it turns out. :S
Okay, here is the ultra cheesy story. I was 17, just graduated from high school, and my then online boyfriend flew out to visit me. We’d been dating online for 2 years by that point, and we met in person – for the first time!!! – two days before our anniversary of becoming a couple. Anyway, picking him up at the airport, we were both super shy.
And it stayed that way the whole trip UNTIL!!!! we went on our ePIC ROMANTIC DATE for our anniversary, and then I dropped him off at his hotel room after (and did NOT go in the room because that was so against the rules), and he hugged me to say goodbye and then just… touched my chin and tilted my head up and kissed me and it was ultra magical and I was shaking and my legs were weak and I buried my face against him and the asked if he could kiss me again and it was just – ahh <3
We finally did say goodnight, though, and I went home all sorts of stupid happy.
btw I married him 3 years later and we’ve been happily together ever since.
17: Talk about someone you want to be friends with.
Oh gosh. Do they have to be a person living today? Because I would love to hang out with Mark Twain or Walt Disney and just like talk about all of the things. Or do you mean the qualifications that I look for in a friend? People who are passionate and understand that flaws do not make a person bad, they just make someone INTERESTING.
IDK I make friends with most people that I meet because I love people usually… uhm… There are some people that I wish would notice me, sure, but I am way too shy to name names.
18: Talk about something that happened in elementary school.
My birthday is at the end of August – the 28th, specifically – and the cutoff date for the year is September 1st for schools in the area. So I just barely squeaked by and was the youngest of everyone in class. And because I freaking love dogs and horses and am totally demi and wasn’t with my typical age group talking about how hot guys were without their shirts on (omg why would you have a poster of that in your room ugh), my parents thought that I should be held back a year. Immaturity or something.
Anyway, they gave me all of these tests to see if they could hold me back but alas, I was TOO SMART and the school board determined that it would be detrimental to make me retake 2nd grade so I continued to not relate to my peers for the rest of my school career. My friends were almost always either a lot younger or a lot older than I was… and I always had more male friends than female. SHRUGS.
24: Talk about something someone told you that meant a lot.
Once upon a time, I went to a week-long writing conference and was an author assistant and it was fantastic. Part of the time involved critiques, though, by said author and the classmates, and even I had to submit some writing. Most of the comments on my piece were very positive, but there was debate about whether it should be classified as YA or MG, given the story elements inherent in my outline. It was a good critique, but for some reason it dissolved into an argument amongst the class about whether I’d portrayed the male protagonist well enough (or if he seemed too girly), and finally one person said “Don’t listen to them; I think it’s fantastic and I would go buy a copy right now if I could, AND I’d want my son read it because the writing is so spot on.”
I mean, everyone’s comments were valid and they are certainly entitled to their own opinion, but that totally made my week.
