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✾ – Why I chose my character.

Oh, goodness. Great question, Tintin! By the way, you are a super cutie in case you weren’t aware. I have really enjoyed following you and hearing of your exploits via Emi.

Let’s see.  Why did I choose Hakuba, of all characters, to play? 

Backstory: 

A few years ago, I met a girl whom I’ll call Clover through a mutual friend (hi Krista!) who invited her along to one of my Conan parties. Those are basically ‘eat curry, sushi, junkfood and cookies shaped like Conan’s head while marathonning the movies/arcs/specials/etc’ all day long. 

Clover and I hit it off and started to talk online, discovered we were both RPers, and had a mutual thirst for DCMK. It was her idea for me to start RPing as Conan, which I was hella nervous about because I’d really only RPed as OCs until that point. 

BUT, with a little brainstorming, we came up with this incredibly epic plot to resolve the series once and for all, and we divvied up the characters accordingly. She picked Kaito (her favorite) as her MC, and took on the task of writing Heiji, Kogoro, the Detective Boys, Ran, Chikage, Gin, some OCs, and various other side characters etc…  while I took on Conan/Shinichi, Yukiko, Yuusaku, Sonoko, Eri, Vermouth, Vodka, Akako, Aoko, Kazuha, aaaand… Hakuba. 

The fun part of the story was that Clover, like many people, didn’t like Hakuba to begin with because he’s not only an antagonist for KID (her favorite), but also one for Hattori Heiji (whom we all adore). But, since my introduction to him was a bit different (Sunset Mansion was my very first exposure to him, followed by Koushien, then the MK cases), I saw a very different character than perhaps others did, and took on the task of engineering him to be a character that you (hopefully) can’t help but fall for. 

Hakuba, to me, is very interesting because even though he’s one of the four Gosho Boys, he has very little exposure series-wise. He’s only in DC twice and only in MK a handful of times, and we know very little about his background. We do, however, know some very specific things canonically that allows us to extrapolate a LOT of possibilities.

As a writer developing a character, this is gold. 

Here’s what we do know:

  • He’s driven and determined with concrete goals (career)
  • He’s well on his way to achieving these goals (over 500 cases in Japan alone, Scotland Yard has worked with him before and wants to again)
  • He has personal motivations that are important to him (learning a criminal’s modus operandi) 
  • He’s good at billiards
  • Seems very comfortable with adults/professionals
  • Flirtatious and chivalrous with women he doesn’t see on his level (yes, he’s sexist — it’s part of his White Knight syndrome, which I’ll go into later)
  • Has relations with the media (TV, newspaper, probably magazines, an agent)
  • He’s a proficient austringer (if Watson is, indeed, a female Eurasian Sparrowhawk, he must be one of the youngest licensed hawkers in the UK— those birds are for advanced austringers only, and you can only become one if you pass all sorts of tests… those birds are only with you on a relationship of mutual trust; if he wasn’t good, she wouldn’t stay with him for a second)
  • His father is kindly toward him, but has no problems embarrassing him in front of others (there’s the whole issue of nepotism in Japan, and it’s got to be awkward to be the son of the Superintendent General)
  • He is frustrated by Nakamori-keibu not listening to him, but is quick to make sure that Conan’s voice is heard in both cases 
  • Keeps accurate time with his watch + excessive note taking
  • Has eidetic memory 
  • Has access to his grandfather’s laboratory + seems to know how to use it
  • Travels often (London, France, Japan at the very least)
  • Has a governess who drives a fancy sports car; it’s pretty clear that he comes from money. Wears fancy suits. His idea of ‘casual clothes’ is not wearing a tie and not buttoning his jacket. 

and so on…

All of these traits appeal to me because they’re interesting problems to have to deal with in terms of getting a profile down…

  • if he hunts with a hawk, he can’t be afraid of getting his hands dirty 
  • if he’s solved so many cases, he’s not going to be skittish around blood
  • if he’s been living in England for all of these years, there must be something going on between his parents – his dad is obviously Japanese, being the Superintendent General, so what of his mother?
  • does his meticulous time-keeping habits have anything to do with the problems sometimes inherent with having an eidetic memory?
  • If he openly flirts with girls/people  unlike the other Gosho Boys, what is his experience? Is it merely cultural difference? 
  • If he’s born on August 29th, that puts him right at the deadline for the school year in the UK. That makes him the youngest of his class, and potentially the youngest of the Gosho Boys if they’re all 17. Is he used to being the smallest/not taken seriously? 
  • If his mother is British and living in England, there’s a good chance that their family is at least somewhat religious. Incorporating that into his character would be a great contrast against the others, who have their own varying Eastern religious beliefs (and not). 
  • It also counteracts (and balances) the logical detective side with things of a spiritual nature, which honestly fits with a more idealized perspective aaaand scientific theory. Since he’s “proto-Shinichi” it makes sense to me to switch him to the other side of the coin. While Shinichi says “ghosts can’t exist because we can’t prove that they do,” Hakuba says “ghosts might exist because we can’t prove that they don’t.” In this way, he pairs well with Heiji because they’re both more on the superstitious side. 

So I start getting these ideas, and I’m getting really excited. There’s a ton of material that I can work with, here, all derived from canon extrapolations. 

  • If Watson trusts him, he’s probably very good with animals
    • I’ll make him an Animal Lover as part of his introvert/social awkwardness around his peers. He always deals better with critters than people, and that’s a soft spot. 
  • If he’s, say, Catholic, it would make sense to send him to a boarding school for part of the time in England, since they are well-off and he seems very prim and proper.
    • This allows me to make plenty of biblical references in posts and view the Japanese world from a Christian perspective (which works for me because I was raised Christian and I’m only sort of familiar with Japan, so this is a good vehicle for me to explore spirituality of differing types and the fallacies therein)
    • We can also work in a bit of painful backstory here because there have been several instances of child abuse at these boarding schools, which I think could be useful to drive Hakuba’s need for understanding motive. Why did this happen to us? Why would someone do this? Why would God allow it? Why did I allow it to go so long? 
    • This also gives him secrets to keep, which is fun in RP
    • …and also more cases solved in his past as well as potential future villains.
  • Working with Scotland Yard means that he’s had a lot of opportunity to learn policy/procedure and probably get a lot of really fantastic outside world perspectives. 
    • Shinichi got to travel a lot with his parents, it seems, so Hakuba is his natural counterpart in this sense. Kaito and Heiji, however, seem bound to Japan so far… which means bringing different experiences to the Gosho Boys as a whole.

…anyway, this is just an example of the process I’ve gone through to invent this character, but I guess you could say that I really love his type of character. That is, a young teenager trying to solve adult problems while struggling with a myriad of complications, many of them stemming from his own inexperience or miscalculation. I love that he has a TON of problems just because he is who he is, and he’s busily trying to solve them ALL by himself because he feels that he has to. 

Hakuba is a walking contradiction. But in him I see potential for a funny, sensitive character who is competent, merciful, and helps to round out the team with common sense, determination, and a gentle hand. 

…like really, I think he’s the only one of the Gosho boys that is a true pacifist, which is funny. 

I hope this sort of answers the question. I guess it’s just… I really relate to him in a lot of ways, and I think I can bring a lot of insight to his character, and in a way that will not make people hate him so much.

The END!

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7, 15, 3 (strengths too for 3)

7. List three honest flaws your favorite character has and talk about how those flaws make them problematic.

I don’t know if this is supposed to be about my muse or my favorite character in the fandom (not the same thing), or just in general… so uh… I’ll just do it for Hakuba:

  1. He is sometimes stupidly sensitive, and once he’s decided that someone doesn’t like him, he will twist their words to suit that idea and take it out on them. It’s problematic because a lot of times, it really is just an honest misunderstanding!
  2. He’s, uh, sexist. I have a huge long rant and explanation about this in my drafts, and it would take way too long to explain here, but he DEFINITELY treats women different than men. Sometimes for better, sometimes for worse, but either way, even when it shouldn’t matter, it does. 
  3. He really does expect people to carry their own weight, be responsible for themselves, own up to their mistakes, correct said mistakes, take criticism with finesse, and watch their freaking temper. Respect is lost very quickly when people fail to behave in a way that he considers professional.

15.Without naming anyone, have you ever refused/simply avoided another RPer in the fandom because of things you’ve heard others say about them, or because of their popularity? If so, why did you feel the need to?

I have been warned about people before, but I’ve never outright refused to play with anyone. Sometimes I click better with some people than others, which makes replies much easier/faster to get out, but I have never just not RPed with someone, especially based on someone else’s opinion.

3. As a mun, what are three of your biggest flaws when it comes to being someone’s RP partner?

Flaws:

  1. I am SLOW, especially if I get insecure or unsure about something. Like, if I know the other person is hoping for a specific reaction, but I don’t know what and they’re not being particularly communicative, I will just freeze up and get writing block. And then that starts a spiralling cycle of GUILT for not replying and spinning wheels and… 
  2. I use and reuse stock phrases way too much and I think it not only inflates my writing, but makes it boring. Everyone’s always blinking, nodding, tilting their head, clearing their throat, arching their brow… I should really try a lot harder to come up with new and interesting turns of phrase. 
  3. …I tend to steal scenes when I don’t feel like there’s enough drive going on and then steer it in whatever direction sounds fun at the time. I hope people don’t feel… uhm… outwritten when that happens, and enjoy coming along for the ride. c_c;

Strengths:

  1. When I am on my game, I am FAST. And despite not proofreading, like, ever, most of my writing is at least somewhat decent?
  2. For the most part, I actually research the stuff that I talk about, which I HOPE results in interesting details and authenticity to my writing~
  3. I can almost always come up with SOME sort of plot or justification for plot as long as there’s enthusiasm involved! 8D

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Spark – Chapter 2 (fanfic)

Summary: Hakuba is murdered after Conan refuses to help him with a case. While the circumstances surrounding his death seem straightforward enough, things become complicated after Conan begins to receive letters from Hakuba 45 days later. Using the clues and journals left for him, Conan must forge unexpected alliances to discover the truth behind their shared ‘Boscombe’ secrets.

Chapter one can be read on tumblr, fnet, or ao3. Many thanks to my beta readers! <3

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Chapter 2

It’s strange, the concept of truth.

 Proving the physical, the act of what happened, is a simple matter: if a person has ended the life of another person, they have killed. There is no question about that. Remove the bias of human emotion and motive and you are left with nothing but the concrete facts that can be used in court, all of which fits very neatly into the standardized reports that we’re required to fill out at headquarters.

Distancing ourselves from the human element allows us to accurately determine these things, yes, but leaves no allowance for justified circumstances; no exceptions for the Boscombe secrets that we come across in our work. It’s the letter of the law versus the spirit of the law. Yet the process of this, which allows us to decipher such events, jeopardizes the very point and purpose of law, and our meaning and worth as detectives.

It’s not enough to have the concrete. This is what sets the true professionals apart from the amateurs. Those who can separate the id and the super ego, filtering through the relative truths according to each perspective, and resolve it all into one: the fullest truth.

We detectives are, in the end, the seekers of that whole and complete truth.

Conan read the hand-written words in the leather-bound journal, glossing over its proposed meaning, then turned the page. It was just past 7 am, no more than fourteen hours since Hakuba had left the Mouri Detective Agency. Each attempt to call the foreign detective had taken Hattori to voicemail. He didn’t answer for Conan, either; not from his phone, nor the one listed for Kudou Shinichi. Megure had his team call the Hakuba house phone and the personal line of the Superintendent General.

In the end, it only took about an hour to confirm what he had feared: Hakuba was already dead. He’d been strangled in his own bedroom while the staff and his governess slept in the rooms nearby. Once the word got out that the Superintendent General’s son had been murdered, the best in their fields had been called in.

This, fortunately for Conan, included Mouri Kogoro.

The first entry in the journal was dated fifteen days ago, the second entry fourteen, and so on. He turned the page again, noting the dates, and continued to flip through the book. Black ink; neat and orderly. Each word written in careful English. There were fourteen in total; an entry for every day, except for yesterday. Some several pages long, some only a single sentence.

He flipped to the last entry in the book.

I’m being watched. Contingencies remain. Take care.

“Oi, little boy, what are you doing here?”

Conan glanced up from the book to find a white gloved hand, palm up and expectant. His gaze traveled up the arm and to the face of the officer who’d questioned him. “Eh? I’m Mouri-san’s apprentice!”

The young officer kept his hand extended, waiting, apparently unimpressed by the explanation. “Is that evidence?”

“Yeah.” There was something distinctly off about him that Conan didn’t quite trust. He turned the book over in his hands, then flipped it open to a random page. “It’s Hakuba-niisan’s journal, I think… but it’s written in English, so I can’t read it.”

“You shouldn’t be touching it, apprentice or not.”

Conan let his eyes stray to the writing on the page— I wonder, sometimes, how the criminals stand us detectives, doling out judgments and facts without understanding circumstances –then back to the man, tilting his head. “I don’t recognize you.”

The fraction of a second longer that it took the officer to respond than he should have told the young detective everything he needed to know. “…I’m new.”

No. He wasn’t new. Conan had seen him many times before, though it usually wasn’t at murder scenes. “Oh! Did you just get here?”

“Yeah.”

Conan could see it all, then. The disguise was rushed, the man pale, trembling in his uniform that was just a little too big for his frame. No time for additional padding? He smirked, fingers curling around the journal in his hands. Of course he would come. Hakuba was one of the detectives on the forefront of the task force; he probably had a ton of information about Kaitou KID. Why else would he risk coming to his house with cops swarming all over the place?

Bastard.

“I can fill you in if you want!” Despite the burning temptation to expose the thief right then and there, he forced himself to stay calm, instead giving that sickeningly sweet smile, chipper. Too chipper for being in the bedroom of the detective who’d just been murdered.

It shook KID, who blinked at him several times before nodding, distracted. “Uh. Sure.” His voice was strained. Tense. He was nervous.

Good.

“Hakuba-niisan was attacked last night… strangled to death by his necktie, right there in that armchair.” Conan watched his expression carefully, noting the thin line his lips had become. “They came in through that window. It was kind of weird, though…”

“Weird?”

“Yeah. The officers said there was no sign of forced entry and that the window musta’ been unlocked. And there’s no security footage, ‘cause even though there’s a camera right out there,” he pointed through the open window to the dormant camera wedged under the overhang, “it’s been off for weeks. So no one knows who came in.”

A few more seconds and the officer nodded, looking from the chair to the camera, then back to Conan. “Ah,” he said, voice distant.

“A couple of the officers think that it might have been Kaitou KID.”

There was a twitch at the faux-officer’s eye and he hesitated again, gaze growing colder. Obviously, he’d hit a nerve.

“And why is that?”

“Well…” Conan rocked back and forth on his heels, tucking the journal under his arm, and brought his other hand to his chin. “Think about it. Hakuba-niisan’s one of the few people who’s ever come close to catching KID, so it makes sense that he’d get rid of him, right?”

When the officer only tugged at the brim of his hat, Conan continued.  

“But who knows. It’d be kind of ironic, though, ‘cause we think he fell asleep in front of the fireplace reading A Christmas Carol when he was attacked. The book was still open on his lap when we got here, right at the part about the ghost of Christmas Future. Ghosts, phantoms, phantom thief…” Conan gestured to the little end table where the book had been placed, then turned back to KID, who stared on in silence. “You shoulda seen the body.”

“Where is it?” he whispered.

“They took it away hours ago. It only takes, like, 10-15 seconds to fall unconscious when being strangled if you put the right pressure on… whoever did it was a real expert. He probably didn’t even have a chance to fight.” Conan shrugged and shook his head, as if it were a shame. “His nails were scrubbed clean, too. No evidence of who was in here. He was probably dead within two minutes. There was hardly any blood.”

Fake or not, the officer looked distinctly ill.

“I got lots of crime scene photos on my phone, though. Look.” Conan dug out his cellphone with one hand, but he scarcely had time to log in before KID snatched the journal away.

“You shouldn’t be here,” he muttered, gripping the book in desperation. Blackmail?

“Oi.” Conan held up his phone, and the officer turned away. “Don’t you think KID will be relieved that one of his detectives is gone?”

“No one would be pleased…”

“So why are you here, KID? Had to see for yourself that this threat was gone?”

“Death isn’t something to ever be celebrated!

With a snort, Conan nodded at the journal. “And that? Making sure that there’s nothing in there about you?”

“I’m just being thorough.” His voice turned cold, harsh. “Put your phone away.”

The boy gave a bitter laugh. “Can’t handle it, KID?”

“You don’t have any idea…” KID stopped, glancing up and over at the rest of the room as two more officers came in to continue the investigation of the normally orderly room, forcing filing drawers open, digging through the compartment under the window bench seat.

“Oi!” Conan called to one of them, waving an arm. “Oi, I think this officer’s a fake!”

It drew immediate attention, but by the time Conan turned around, KID was gone.

Dammit!

They combed the house for clues, tore apart the bedroom, confiscated Hakuba’s laptop and many other personal effects, but there was no more evidence to be found. He hadn’t been lying about it having been a professional job; there were no footprints, only the slightest traces of mud in the windowsill from the hedges just outside; no finger prints, no torn skin, no loose hairs, nothing. Just quietly murdered in the safety and comfort of his own home.

And while the Superintendent General barked orders at Megure and his team, Kogoro falling into step like old times, Hakuba’s Baaya stood in the hallway and sobbed into a handkerchief.

The autopsy report indicated that Hakuba Saguru had ingested a shot of scotch that night, which was stated to be normal behavior by his governess. There were no other drugs or toxins in his system. Other than the bruise on his cheek from the previous night, the only injury he’d sustained was the crushed windpipe from the tie garrote. Uncomfortable, yes, but an almost merciful death from an assassin.

They had no leads, no witnesses, and no ideas – other than the organization’s potential involvement, but even then, who did Conan know who used strangulation as their method of choice? Not Gin or Vodka, probably not Vermouth… most of the organization members he knew preferred to use guns. It was a dead end.

“The Metropolitan police are scratching their heads at the disturbingly quiet murder of the Superintendent General’s son, Hakuba Saguru, a famous international detective, who was strangled to death in his own home the other night… It seems that despite having all of their homicide detectives working on the case, no headway is being made, so it’s no wonder General Hakuba has allegedly called in some private investigators to continue looking into things on the side…”

It’d been days since the murder, and Mouri’s part in the investigation was still ongoing. They’d turned the briefcase in, given their statements of their personal involvement, and had agreed to stay on to help look for any more leads. But Conan already knew that if there had been anything of use, it’d have been in that journal, which Kaitou KID now had.

“Look! Look, Ran! Your old man is almost on!”

Ran and Conan both turned away from their homework to glance at the newscast on TV, which now had a photo of Kogoro among some other, more famous private investigators.

“They better use my voice clip!” Kogoro was in rare form.

“It’s a real tragedy,” the voice of one Mogi Harufumi took over, and footage of him speaking soon followed. The man wiped a tear from his eye, then shrugged, hands up. “He was a good kid, a real fine detective. Always willing to lend a hand or a few bucks when needed. We detectives look out for each other. He’s really going to be missed… but don’t worry, buddy, we’ll catch that bad guy for you!”

Just behind him in the background, Souda Ikumi was in the middle of rolling her eyes before the video feed cut back to the news reporter, who looked professionally sympathetic.

“Although the Superintendent General was unable to be reached for comment, we have been assured that the rest of the Hakuba family is, in fact, safe… and that they wish to thank to all of the hardworking men and women who have been on the case, as well extend their gratitude for all of the well-wishes and support in this troubling time.”

As the newscaster gave her closing statements about making offerings at local shrines, Kogoro slapped a hand on his desk and shook a fist at the television. “They didn’t even let me speak! I was at the scene!”

“Tou-san…” Ran chided him gently, tired.

Conan glanced to where the briefcase had been tucked away and frowned at the aching lump in his throat. He’d been there, sitting across from him on that couch. He’d asked for help. Was there something he could have done?

“Oh—we’ve just received notice from a special guest,” the reporter said, abandoning the discussion of ribbon day when a crew member pushed a white card into her hands. “It seems that Kaitou KID has condolences to offer, himself… Can we get this on screen?”

The card took over the broadcast, written carefully, caricature in the bottom right-hand corner as usual.

“The upcoming heist has been canceled in light of the recent tragedy,” she read. “It has become clear to me that everyone’s time is far better spent hunting the bastards responsible instead of chasing a silly thief. Rest assured, I will return, and that there will be justice for death of my detective.”

But there would be no justice for Hakuba Saguru… not for a long time.

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“My dear friend Shiho…”

BOLD YOUR CHOICES

Affectionate; 
Holding hands | Cheek kisses | Hugs from behind | Cuddling | Hand kiss | PDA | Spooning | Shared baths | Whispers | Affectionate texts | Caressing | Stroke hair | No displays of affection

Sex; 
Shower sex | Wall sex | Neck bites | Oral | Morning sex | Drunk sex | Public sex | Backseat of car | BDSM | No sex (Yet…)

Dates;
Picnic | Cinema | Restaurant | Sports game | Hike | Coffee | Museum | Club | Bar | Beach | No dates 

Would my character…

Marry them? Yes | No 
Have sex on the first date? Yes | No
Confess their attraction first? Yes | No 
Have children/adopt? Yes | No 
Die for your character? Yes | No 
Cheat on your character? Yes | No 
Lie to them? Yes | No 
Cuddle after sex? Yes | No 

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Do you have a headcanon mother for Akira?

Short answer: Yes, but I’m flexible. This means that it can go “the usual way” where Hakuba and whoever his current partner is get to deal with a sudden, illegitimate child OR he can be Hakuba & partner’s actual kid. Obviously, the latter isn’t always an option, so…

Long answer: Introducing Akira into a timeline is sort of a drama bomb plot device for RP. The ‘official’ story is that he’s the product of a one-night stand between our dear detective and OC Oshiro Miyu, a lawyer (Kisaki Eri’s junior associate, at that) and valedictorian graduate from Keio University. It’s at a fancy social event, they both get very drunk, instantly get along (mostly because Hakuba realizes normal flirting tactics don’t work on her, so they talk about interesting murder cases instead), and end up in bed together. 

What Hakuba doesn’t know is that Miyu is currently engaged (she’s having second thoughts about her fiance— he’s not exactly the nicest guy). What Miyu doesn’t know is that Hakuba’s only 17, which makes her five years older than he is. Oops. They don’t find out until later, either. Miyu does her research when she realizes that she’s pregnant, and decides to not get Hakuba involved at all because she doesn’t want to ruin his life. Besides, the baby could very well be her fiance’s. So she convinces her fiance to elope and things look sunny for all. Until the baby’s born, that is, and, er… is very clearly not full-blooded Japanese. 

Excuses abound while Hakuba remains blissfully unaware. In some timelines, he stays in Japan and attends Keio, himself. In others, he returns to England and goes to Oxford. Either way, the husband eventually turns abusive when he does a DNA test and finds out that, nope, that kid is not his, and he divorces Miyu and leaves her with nothing. Ashamed, her family (all except for one sister) disowns her, too. Single mom Miyu moves in with her sister and braves the world with fierce determination and the grit that she’s known for, and continues to be a badass lawyer.

Usually, though, things start to catch up about when Akira turns four and she finally can’t take it anymore. She’s been keeping up on Hakuba’s career, and has wanted to contact him many times. Finding that he’s doing well for himself, she decides to show up and slap him with a lawsuit, suing him for child support and hush money to keep the scandal out of the papers (and her child in clothing + get him a college education some day).

Needless to say, it’s a shocking revelation, and even before getting his own lawyers involved and DNA test confirmations, he wants to help this woman that he more or less remembers. If Hakuba’s dating someone at the time, it’s a great opportunity for “omfg I’m so sorry that I was such an idiot” drama. If not, (like in the Catching Up With Fate thread), it’s single father Hakuba, where he moves back to Japan (or closer to Tokyo), and manages to get involved in his son’s life, trying to be a good, sudden father, while trying to manage everything else.

He and Miyu become good friends, usually, regardless of all else. 

She also tends to get murdered later on by her jealous ex-husband, who figures out pretty quick who the real father of the child is. Hakuba manages to save Akira, but is often too late to save her. He takes full custody of Akira, since there’s paperwork and proof and lawyers, though they settled out of court in the end, and he takes on full responsibility.

Poor Miyu. I really like her. In my head, she looks like this:

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(I can’t actually remember what manga this is from, but I recall it being NSFW, so beware if you go looking.)

But again, I’m flexible in terms of timeline/universe-specific origin. If Akira were to be introduced into the “official/canon” story for Hakuba, though (ie, in the fanfic/RP between Clover and I, ‘The Call of the Raven’), Miyu would be it. And, she’d be saying “Hakuba-kun, I didn’t realize that you were that way…” as she looks at Kaito. 

Incidentally, tumblr-wise, there’s only one thread that Akira is even in as far as this Hakuba blog goes, which is the aforementioned Catching up with Fate story. If anyone else is interested, just let me know. I feel really weird for having invented a kid for Hakuba, but then again, I’ve taken this RP thing way too far already, I guess it was sort of inevitable. 

Here, have some Akira icons:

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(From Inuyasha)

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(From Sword Art Online)

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(From My Little Monster)

There also a couple of drawings in my Akira tag… And I keep editing screencaps to give FCs brown eyes. There’ll be more info about Akira himself coming soon, once I have the blog going. Gosh I adore him. OCs forever, amirite? 

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Black Bird

The Space Behind the Bin

There was a time, just once, when the detective returned to White Chapel Academy after the scandal and torn its reputation to shreds. He was sixteen, getting ready to leave for Japan to study abroad for a year or so, and made it a point to complete his patrol of the city one last time. Part of this included the Whitechapel District, which he usually avoided on principle, but that day, knowing that he might not ever come back, he forced himself to visit.

The roads were distantly familiar. He remembered running that night, barefoot and tired, through the woods and into the city, barely stopping for anything. He didn’t bother retracing his steps; he had no interest in entering the dark wood, or remembering the things that had happened there, and instead took the main road to the abbey-converted-school and entered through the front gate.

It was easy enough to gain access. The school was dependent on its beautiful building and polished appearance to stay in business. He nodded to the sisters who greeted him, and carried on his way, step after step over the stone floors. There were no children at this time of year, save for the few who were boarded over summer break. In any case, it was quiet, and the dorm rooms empty. Bunks stacked neatly in rows against the wall, each bed made with pressed sheets. 

He wondered if anyone would recognize him. The teachers would certainly know his name for how famous he was, then, but would they piece it together that he was that same frightened little boy from six years ago? That he was one of the old headmaster’s victims? He hoped not. 

What was he doing here? 

The detective worked his way up to the second level, careful as he took each step with relative ease. He was so much taller now. So much stronger. Everything looked so small compared to what he remembered. The classrooms, all open to air out with the summer breeze, looked beautiful in the natural, filtered light of the stained glass windows. It hardly seemed a place of horror and nightmare, and yet…

Up to the third level he went, the winding staircase twisting his stomach with anxiety like a corkscrew through an apple. Did he dare see the headmaster’s office? The new man in charge was reportedly very kind, very seasoned, and not at all what Father Ramson had been, but that office…

Closing his eyes, leaning against the railing, he could picture it so clearly. The large wooden desk, stained to look like wine; the high backed leather chair, dark cherry; the stone fireplace with the instruments of torture poised and waiting in an iron cage.

He shuddered, squeezing his arms with hands so much stronger than they’d been when he’d been a student there, and retreated back down the steps. Hakuba could not finish that journey. He could not bring himself to finish the last seven steps and into the shadows of that hallway. 

Instead, he found himself in the second floor bathroom, washing his hands, splashing cold water on his face. He looked pale in the mirror and vaguely ill. It didn’t surprise him, though. That’s how he’d always looked in that mirror, save that he was usually crying before. There were no tears as he dried his face, but his body ached all the same.

The area was exactly the way he’d remembered it, save for the installment of new soap dispensers and hand dryers. Modern convenience carved into the historic beauty of the ancient building. He pressed his back against the wall, then slid to the floor, leaned against the rubbish bin in the corner.

It was the safest place to hide in all of White Chapel, he knew, save only for the staff’s coat room. You couldn’t be seen from the door if you were small enough, though he was clearly too large for it now, and it was very seldom used at night as all of the students resided in the lower levels. How many nights had he curled up in this very spot, trying to concentrate on the scent of plastic and wet paper instead of the pain in his back or the blood seeping through his uniform?

Setting the pocket watch on his lap and looked at the time, his eyes could barely able to focus on the numbers that ticked in front of him. He knew he shouldn’t have come. Even after the years of change, just being there hollowed him with fresh pain. 

After a few more silent moments, he got to his feet and left, each step calm and deliberate. He offered no nods to the staff as he passed, ignored the children that ran by with their bibles, laughing, and barely made it to the steps outside before pulling out a cigarette. 

This he concentrated on as he walked over the front drive, out to the black iron gate. Drag after drag, it was only the smoke that he let himself think of as he simply walked away, turned from the school, the forest, and the fence, and he never looked back.

by

The Muses in my Head

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“Come on, Kuroba-kun! Let me be the Bruce Wayne to your Batman! I don’t care if it doesn’t make any sense, I just want to play!”

Meanwhile: 

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“If I convert the ‘insert training montage here’ part from the outline into, I dunno, actual scenes where I teach her… uh… attacks like in pokemon, maybe I can… make meaningful scenes…? How is this supposed to work? Can grinding for levels in a book be fun?”

Also:

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“Why do I have to do homework? This is all kiddie stuff…" 

Further:

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"If dad finds out that I sacrificed one of his shoes to the dog, he’s probably gonna kill me. I guess this means I should take up being a phantom thief while I can, since I’m pretty much dead anyway!”

And:

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“I wonder if Saguru would go shopping with me this weekend… I want to make everyone hella jealous~”

Thus:

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“…can we put dolphins in the bathroom?" 

Independently: 

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"Where are all of my boyfriends when I need them?!”

Incidentally:

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“Is it really a good idea to let senpai meddle with other peoples’ love lives again?”

“Not really, no, but it’s not as though we have a choice, do we? All that we can hope for is to minimize the damage to our reputations in the process.”

Elsewhere: 

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“You know… I do have great taste in pretty much everything!”

Another Segue: 

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“Baaaaymax~ we have some crime to fight today. Come on, buddy, let’s go!”

Transitional Word:

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“What the heck kinda pokemon was THAT?” 

And Finally:

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“I really wasn’t expectin’ this! What a moral dilemma!" 

by

(All) Things Bad About My Muse

  • Absent-minded – Preoccupied to the extent of being unaware of one’s immediate surroundings. Abstracted, daydreaming, inattentive, oblivious, forgetful.
  • Abusive – Characterized by improper infliction of physical or psychological maltreatment towards another.
  • Addict – One who is addicted to a compulsive activity. Examples: gambling, drugs, sex.
  • Aimless – Devoid of direction or purpose.
  • Alcoholic – A person who drinks alcoholic substances habitually and to excess.
  • Anxious – Full of mental distress or uneasiness because of fear of danger or misfortune; greatly worried; solicitous.
  • Arrogant – Having or displaying a sense of overbearing self-worth or self-importance. Inclined to social exclusiveness and who rebuff the advances of people considered inferior. Snobbish.
  • Audacious – Recklessly bold in defiance of convention, propriety, law, or the like; insolent; braze, disobedient.
  • Bad Habit – A revolting personal habit. Examples: picks nose, spits tobacco, drools, bad body odor.
  • Bigmouth – A loud-mouthed or gossipy person.
  • Bigot – One who is strongly partial to one’s own group, religion, race, or politics and is intolerant of those who differ.
  • Blunt – Characterized by directness in manner or speech; without subtlety or evasion. Frank, callous, insensitive, brusque.
  • Bold – In a bad sense, too forward; taking undue liberties; over assuming or confident; lacking proper modesty or restraint; rude; impudent. Abrupt, brazen, cheeky, brassy, audacious.
  • Callous – They are hardened to emotions, rarely showing any form of it in expression. Unfeeling. Cold.
  • Childish – Marked by or indicating a lack of maturity; puerile.
  • Complex – An exaggerated or obsessive concern or fear.
  • Cruel – Mean to anyone or anything, without care or regard to consequences and feelings.
  • Cursed – A person who has befallen a prayer for evil or misfortune, placed under a spell, or borne into an evil circumstance, and suffers for it. Damned.
  • Dependent – Unable to exist, sustain oneself, or act appropriately or normally without the assistance or direction of another. (see: eating proper meals, getting enough sleep)
  • Deranged – Mentally decayed. Insane. Crazy. Mad. Psychotic.
  • Dishonest – Given to or using fraud, cheating; deceitful, deceptive, crooked, underhanded.
  • Disloyal – Lacking loyalty. Unfaithful, perfidious, traitorous, treasonable
  • Disorder – An ailment that affects the function of mind or body. (Mild depression.) 
  • Disturbed – Showing some or a few signs or symptoms of mental or emotional illness. Confused, disordered, neurotic, troubled. (Sociopathy.)
  • Dubious – Fraught with uncertainty or doubt. Undecided, doubtful, unsure.
  • Dyslexic – Affected by dyslexia, a learning disorder marked by impairment of the ability to recognize and comprehend written words.
  • Egotistical – Characteristic of those having an inflated idea of their own importance. Boastful, pompous. (to a certain extent)
  • Envious – Showing extreme cupidity; painfully desirous of another’s advantages; covetous, jealous.
  • Erratic – Deviating from the customary course in conduct or opinion; eccentric: erratic behaviour. Eccentric, bizarre, outlandish, strange.
  • Fanatical – Fanatic outlook or behaviour especially as exhibited by excessive enthusiasm, unreasoning zeal, or wild and extravagant notions on some subject.
  • Fickle – Erratic, changeable, unstable – especially with regard to affections or attachments; capricious.
  • Fierce – Marked by extreme intensity of emotions or convictions; inclined to react violently; fervid.
  • Finicky – Excessively particular or fastidious; difficult to please; fussy. Too much concerned with detail. Meticulous, fastidious, choosy, critical, picky, prissy, persnickety.
  • Fixated – In psychoanalytic theory, a strong attachment to a person or thing, especially such an attachment formed in childhood or infancy and manifested in immature or neurotic behaviour that persists throughout life. Fetish, quirk, obsession, infatuation.
  • Flirt -To make playfully romantic or sexual overtures; behaviour intended to arouse sexual interest. Minx. Tease.
  • Gluttonous – Given to excess in consumption of especially food or drink. Voracious, ravenous, wolfish, piggish, insatiable.
  • Gruff – Brusque or stern in manner or appearance. Crusty, rough, surly.
  • Gullible – Will believe any information given, regardless of how valid or truthful it is, easily deceived or duped.
  • Hard – A person who is difficult to deal with, manage, control, overcome, or understand. Hard emotions, hard hearted.
  • Hedonistic – Pursuit of or devotion to pleasure, especially to the pleasures of the senses.
  • Hoity-toity- Given to flights of fancy; capricious; frivolous. Prone to giddy behaviour, flighty.
  • Humourless – The inability to find humour in things, and most certainly in themselves.
  • Hypocritical – One who is always contradicting their own beliefs, actions or sayings. A person who professes beliefs and opinions for others that he does not hold. Being a hypocrite.
  • Idealist – One whose conduct is influenced by ideals that often conflict with practical considerations. One who is unrealistic and impractical, guided more by ideals than by practical considerations.
  • Idiotic – Marked by a lack of intelligence or care; foolish or careless.
  • Ignorant – Lacking knowledge or information as to a particular subject or fact. Showing or arising from a lack of education or knowledge.
  • Illiterate – Unable to read and write.
  • Immature – Emotionally undeveloped; juvenile; childish.
  • Impatient – Unable to wait patiently or tolerate delay; restless. Unable to endure irritation or opposition; intolerant.
  • Impious – Lacking piety and reverence for a god/gods and their followers.
  • Impish – Naughtily or annoyingly playful. 
  • Incompetent – Unable to execute tasks, no matter how the size or difficulty.
  • Indecisive – Characterized by lack of decision and firmness, especially under pressure.
  • Indifferent – The trait of lacking enthusiasm for or interest in things generally, remaining calm and seeming not to care; a casual lack of concern. Having or showing little or no interest in anything; languid; spiritless.
  • Infamy – Having an extremely bad reputation, public reproach, or strong condemnation as the result of a shameful, criminal, or outrageous act that affects how others view them.
  • Intolerant – Unwilling to tolerate difference of opinion and narrow-minded about cherished opinions.
  • Judgmental – Inclined to make and form judgments, especially moral or personal ones, based on one’s own opinions or impressions towards others/practices/groups/religions based on appearance, reputation, occupation, etc. 
  • Klutz – Clumsy. Blunderer.
  • Lazy – Resistant to work or exertion; disposed to idleness.
  • Lewd – Inclined to, characterized by, or inciting to lust or lechery; lascivious. Obscene or indecent, as language or songs; salacious.
  • Liar – Compulsively and purposefully tells false truths more often than not. A person who has lied or who lies repeatedly.
  • Lustful – Driven by lust; preoccupied with or exhibiting lustful desires.
  • Masochist – The deriving of sexual gratification, or the tendency to derive sexual gratification, from being physically or emotionally abused. A willingness or tendency to subject oneself to unpleasant or trying experiences.
  • Meddlesome – Intrusive in a meddling or offensive manner, given to meddling; interfering.
  • Meek – Evidencing little spirit or courage; overly submissive or compliant; humble in spirit or manner; suggesting retiring mildness or even cowed submissiveness.
  • Megalomaniac – A psycho pathological condition characterized by delusional fantasies of wealth, power, or omnipotence.
  • Naïve – Lacking worldly experience and understanding, simple and guileless; showing or characterized by a lack of sophistication and critical judgement.
  • Nervous – Easily agitated or distressed; high-strung or jumpy.
  • Non-violent – Abstaining from the use of violence. 
  • Nosy – Given to prying into the affairs of others; snoopy. Offensively curious or inquisitive.
  • Obsessive – An unhealthy and compulsive preoccupation with something or someone.
  • Oppressor – A person of authority who subjects others to undue pressures, to keep down by severe and unjust use of force or authority.
  • Overambitious – Having a strong excessive desire for success or achievement.
  • Overconfident – Excessively confident; presumptuous.
  • Overemotional – Excessively or abnormally emotional. Sensitive about themselves and others, more so than the average person.
  • Overprotective – To protect too much; coddle.
  • Overzealous – Marked by excessive enthusiasm for and intense devotion to a cause or idea.
  • Pacifist – Opposition to war or violence as a means of resolving disputes. (Can double as a merit in certain cases)
  • Paranoid – Exhibiting or characterized by extreme and irrational fear or distrust of others.
  • Peevish – Expressing fretfulness and discontent, or unjustifiable dissatisfaction.
  • Perfectionist – A propensity for being displeased with anything that is not perfect or does not meet extremely high standards. (see: technology)
  • Pessimist – A tendency to stress the negative or unfavourable or to take the gloomiest possible view.
  • Pest – One that pesters or annoys, with or without realizing it. Nuisance. Annoying. Nag.
  • Phobic – They have a severe form of fear when it comes to this one thing. Examples: Dark, Spiders, Cats 
  • Practical – Level-headed, efficient, and unspeculative. No-nonsense. 
  • Predictable – Easily seen through and assessable, where almost anyone can predict reactions and actions of said person by having met or known them even for a short time.
  • Proud – Filled with or showing excessive self-esteem and will often shirk help from others for the sake of pride.
  • Rebellious – Defying or resisting some established authority, government, or tradition; insubordinate; inclined to rebel.
  • Reckless – Heedless. Headstrong. Foolhardy. Unthinking boldness, wild carelessness and disregard for consequences.
  • Remorseless – Without remorse; merciless; pitiless; relentless.
  • Rigorous – Rigidly accurate; allowing no deviation from a standard; demanding strict attention to rules and procedures.
  • Sadist – The deriving of sexual gratification or the tendency to derive sexual gratification from inflicting pain or emotional abuse on others. Deriving of pleasure, or the tendency to derive pleasure, from cruelty.
  • Sadomasochist – Both sadist and masochist combined.
  • Sarcastic – A subtle form of mockery in which an intended meaning is conveyed obliquely.
  • Skeptic – One who instinctively or habitually doubts, questions, or disagrees with assertions or generally accepted conclusions.
  • Seducer – To lead others astray, as from duty, rectitude, or the like; corrupt. To attempt to lead or draw someone away, as from principles, faith, or allegiance.
  • Selfish – Concerned chiefly or only with oneself.
  • Self-Martyr – One who purposely makes a great show of suffering in order to arouse sympathy from others, as a form of manipulation, and always for a selfish cause or reason.
  • Self-righteous – Piously sure of one’s own righteousness; moralistic. Exhibiting pious self-assurance. Holier-than-thou, sanctimonious.
  • Senile – Showing a decline or deterioration of physical strength or mental functioning, esp. short-term memory and alertness, as a result of old age or disease.
  • Shallow – Lacking depth of intellect or knowledge; concerned only with what is obvious.
  • Smart Ass – Thinks they know it all, and in some ways they may, but they can be greatly annoying and difficult to deal with at times, especially in arguments.
  • Soft-hearted – Having softness or tenderness of heart that can lead them into trouble; susceptible of pity or other kindly affection. They cannot resist helping someone they see in trouble, suffering or in need, and often don’t think of the repercussions or situation before doing so.
  • Solemn – Deeply earnest, serious, and sober.
  • Spineless – Lacking courage. Cowardly, wimp, lily-livered, gutless.
  • Spiteful – Showing malicious ill will and a desire to hurt; motivated by spite; vindictive person who will look for occasions for resentment. Vengeful. 
  • Spoiled – Treated with excessive indulgence and pampering from earliest childhood, and has no notion of hard work, self-care or money management; coddled, pampered. Having the character or disposition harmed by pampering or over-solicitous attention.
  • Squeamish – Excessively fastidious and easily disgusted.
  • Stubborn – Unreasonably, often perversely unyielding; bull-headed. Firmly resolved or determined; resolute.
  • Superstitious – An irrational belief arising from ignorance or fear from an irrational belief that an object, action, or circumstance not logically related to a course of events influences its outcome.
  • Tactless – Lacking or showing a lack of what is fitting and considerate in dealing with others.
  • Temperamental – Moody, irritable, or sensitive. Excitable, volatile, emotional.
  • Theatrical – Having a flair for over dramatizing situations, doing things in a ‘big way’ and love to be ‘centre stage’.
  • Timid -Tends to be shy and/or quiet, shrinking away from offering opinions or from strangers and newcomers, fearing confrontations and violence.
  • Tongue-tied – Speechless or confused in expression, as from shyness, embarrassment, or astonishment.
  • Troublemaker – Someone who deliberately stirs up trouble, intentionally or unintentionally.
  • Unlucky – Marked by or causing misfortune; ill-fated. Destined for misfortune; doomed. Parker Luck
  • Unpredictable – Difficult to foretell or foresee, their actions are so chaotic it’s impossible to know what they are going to do next.
  • Untrustworthy – Not worthy of trust or belief. Backstabber.
  • Vain – Holding or characterized by an unduly high opinion of their physical appearance. Lovers of themselves. Conceited, egotistic, narcissistic.
  • Weak-willed – Lacking willpower, strength of will to carry out one’s decisions, wishes, or plans. Easily swayed.
  • Withdrawn – Not friendly or Sociable. Aloof.
  • Zealous – A fanatic.