#fanarain

[deducingcircumference]

your eyes at night

Collaboration with @artycreaty/@fanarain, for the prompt "Ill-Advised Stargazing." Thank you Aina for the wonderful co-writing experience!

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“Mou, Shinichi, why did you drag me out here in the middle of the night? It’s cloudy and we can’t even see anything.”

She could feel the rough shingles through her shorts as she sat, having followed Shinichi’s lead up a ladder that was surely just looking for the right misplaced breath to break it. Around them, the forest was quiet, with the occasional small rustling that made her shiver. There was no moon. 

“You’ll see,” said Shinichi, settling down beside her. He sounded unbearably smug. “Sake?” He produced a shadowy shape from somewhere in the form of a jug.

“Sake?” Ran looked dubiously at him. “Is that all you brought? Just sake?”

“Of course not,” he chuckled, before gesturing at a basket to his side which she hadn’t seen previously. He reached over with his arm and pulled up a small and thin blanket that was draped onto the top, revealing sandwiches and fruits. “That’s just an appetizer.”

She stared at the basket and then at Shinichi, who was staring back at her, a hand still holding and gesturing at the sake. She just sighed and shook her head in resignation. 

“Sure, why not.”

Feeling reckless, she took the jar and tipped some into her mouth before handing it back to him. She could just make out a pout on his face as he took it from her. 

“Had a bet with myself that you wouldn’t drink,” he said ruefully. “Guess I shoulda known better.” He turned away, tilted his head back, and drank as well.

“Not too much,” Ran admonished. She’d seen her dad stumbling around intoxicated, and had no wish to discover the experience on a slanted rooftop ten meters up. “You still haven’t told me why we’re here.”

Shinichi huffed a laugh, which wasn’t an answer. She heard him rummaging around the picnic basket, and a packet appeared in front of her. “Let’s get comfortable. Egg sandwich?”

She grumbled at the lack of the answer before taking the sandwich off of his hand. “Thank you,” she said as she unwrapped it and then put it in her mouth. She felt Shinichi staring at her as she bit a part of the sandwich, chewing for a bit before swallowing. She blinked down at her hand.

“This is good, really good,” she noted before looking up at him. “Did you make this?”

He grinned, a little smugly. “Of course I did. Impressed?”

She blinked again before giving a grin in return, tilting her head as she did so. “Yes, actually. So impressed that I’m almost proud.”

She was also impressed by herself for wiping that smug grin off of his face. Even in the darkness, she could see him blushing.

His face still slightly shadowed with embarrassment, he reached around and took something else out of the basket. A few seconds later, she heard the crunch of an apple. 

They ate in silence for a bit, till Shinichi wordlessly handed her the sake jug again. Looking down in surprise, Ran realized she had finished her sandwich. She accepted the jug, tilted her head back and poured a more generous stream into her mouth this time. The sweetness of the alcohol lingered on her tongue. 

A breeze started up, rustling through the treetops ahead of them, and Ran shivered, even through her alcohol-induced warmth.

Shinichi must have felt it beside her, because he looked around at her, eyes luminous with concern. “Barou, I told you to bring a warm jacket.”

“I didn’t think we’d be staying outside tonight!” she retorted. “I thought we’d be going from one place to another!” 

He blinked, then deadpanned, “You knew we were still going outside, where it’s colder than the inside. Why didn’t you bring it along?”

“I thought I’d be fine,” she mumbled as she leaned forward and wrapped her arms around her bent legs. “It’s not that cold. I remember seeing the weather report saying that it would be a little warmer tonight.” She saw Shinichi frown in the corner of her eye, and forced a chuckle. 

“Don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine. You know I’ve handled much colder temperatures than this.” Even as she said so, she still shivered. She rubbed her hands onto her arms through the thin sleeves to stave off the cold.

He stared at her for a while, before sighing and adjusting to take his jacket off of himself before reaching over and draping his jacket onto her shoulders.

“Eh?” she blinked at the action. “Shinichi?”

“Don’t get the wrong idea. I’m only helping you because if you catch a cold we’ll both be in trouble.” Despite this, his touch lingered, and eventually he pulled the jacket more tightly around her before letting go. 

It was warm with his body heat, and she snuggled into it without putting her arms through. She leaned against him, warmed by sake on the inside and by Shinichi’s jacket on the outside. “Thanks.”

He cut a glance at her and grunted. The flush was back on his cheeks.

The next moment, though, his hand landed on her opposite shoulder, shaking it as excitedly as a child on a holiday. “Look! It’s happening!”

She followed his pointing finger upward and saw the clouds shifting rapidly, blown about by some high wind. As they shredded, points of light peeked through first, then the vast, pale river of Milky Way was splitting the sky, the constellations beating down thickly on them from all corners of the heavens. 

Ran gasped.

“Shinichi!” she exclaimed in awe. “The stars!”

Indeed. There were bright points of light shining down upon them, connecting with each other in Ran’s eyes, forming constellations. 

“It’s beautiful…” she breathed in awe. “Shinichi, it’s so beautiful!”

“Yeah…” he replied softly. “It really is.”

Somehow she felt that there was something hidden in the words he’d just uttered out, but she was too awed by the stars to take notice. They were bright, so bright she felt like she was being taken into their embrace. She always knew it, but she was still surprised by how vast the heavens were. She was not the only one, she knew. Shinichi was just as enamored by the stars as her.

“Hm?” she blinked. She didn’t know about constellations much, but from what she could remember from books she’s read before, then that group of stars forming a shape was… “Shinichi!”

“Yeah?”

“Look, there!” she pointed towards the night sky. “That one with the three bright stars close together that looks like an uneven triangle with the other stars that look like animal legs…  is that Sagittarius?”

He didn’t answer at first, but when she turned her head to look at him, he was looking along the line of her finger. She heard him swallow before he said roughly, “Of course it is. Don’t you know anything? You’re familiar with the story?” Without waiting for an answer, he launched into it anyway. “In Greek Mythology, there was a centaur named Chiron who was wise and generous…”

Ran knew the myth, perhaps better than Shinichi, but she leaned back against him as he talked, the sake giving her courage to rest her head on his shoulder. This close, she could feel the vibrations of his voice as he spoke, and gradually his arm wrapped around her back, too. She let his voice wash over her as she soaked in the dizzying expanse of the starry sky.

It lasted until he suddenly sneezed.

“I’m alright, I’m alright!” he said when she lifted her head in concern. Then he sneezed again.

Ran shucked the jacket off hurriedly. “My god, why didn’t you say you were cold? We could have switched off, or I could have gone back for another.”

“I’m…I’m no — ACHOO!”

Ran wrapped the jacket back around a sniffling Shinichi. “Maybe we should go back inside.”

“No, no, I’m alright, I’m alright!” he reassured her, before sneezing a fourth time.

Ran stared at him in concern, before shifting onto her knees, her hand landing onto his arm and lightly squeezed. “Shinichi, let's go inside. It’s getting colder.”

“Ran…” he sighed before looking to the side, mumbling, “I wanted to stay longer…”

“Shinichi…” Ran gave a soft smile. “I want to stay, too. The stars are beautiful. But it’s not worth risking our health. And besides,” she chuckled. “We can still see the stars out the window, can’t we?”

He pouted a bit longer but couldn’t refute Ran’s words, so he reluctantly and carefully stood up. He gave Ran a hand, to which she latched onto and stood up herself. Her vision suddenly went blurry and her foot slipped on the slanted rooftop a little.

“Whoa!” Shinichi grabbed hold of her arm to steady her. She instinctively held onto him in return. “Ran! Steady, steady!”

Once she was able to get her sense of balance back in control, she breathed out in relief.

“Thank you, Shinichi. Sorry!” she giggled and rubbed her eyes. “It’s just the sake making me a bit dizzy, is all!”

He stared at her before relaxing a bit but still tense as he let go of her. “Just be careful.”

Even as he said that, she could hear him slurring a little. She giggled again. “I could say the same for yourself!”

“Yeah, yeah,” he grumbled softly before carefully bending down and grabbed the picnic basket and the blanket, then handed the latter to Ran, to which she took. He then gestured at the edge of the roof. “Ladies first.”

“Why, thank you,” she curtsied a bit before carefully walking the short steps towards it. She carefully crouched down close to the ladder.

“Be careful,” he cautioned.

She nodded and began climbing down the ladder. Once she reached the stable floor, she stepped away a bit and waited for Shinichi to finish his climb.

“You good?” she asked once he’d found his footing.

“Yeah.”

“Then let’s go inside!” Ran nodded to the door and walked towards it.

Upon opening it, she went inside before stopping and stared behind her at Shinichi, who was still at the ladder, staring at nothing. “Well? C’mon inside!”

He seemed to snap out of his mind. “Uh, yeah. I’m coming.” He turned around and walked, almost stumbled, towards the door. He looked funny walking like that, and she almost giggled again.

Until Shinichi tripped upon the door frame. “Whoa!”

Ran’s martial arts instincts, blurred as they were by alcohol, kicked in, and she caught Shinichi before he hit the ground.

“Th-thanks,” he muttered once he regained his balance, not looking at her, but he didn’t let go of her, and she didn’t loosen her grip either. He was so nice and solid. The outdoors chill still clung to his clothes, reminding her of the cold, clear loveliness of the night sky. “...Ran,” he said hoarsely, and she felt his hand go snaking through her hair, his other arm returning her embrace.

“Mmm?”

“Did you — did you like tonight? I tried my best.”

“I loved it. Thank you, Shinichi.” She finally drew back to meet his eyes. They were more beautiful than all the galaxies and constellations outside, and she couldn’t help but stand up on her tiptoes and press closer to him — even closer, until their lips touched.

His lips were dry and gentle, and though the kiss was short, in that instant Ran lost herself in the soaring infinitude of the stars themselves. Shinichi’s arms were still wrapped around her, one hand tangled in her hair.

“You know,” he said in a low voice, “we have enough food and snacks to last until dawn. We’re down here anyway, and we can grab extra blankets and a better jacket for you.”

“You mean…”

“Do you want to see the sunrise?”

Anything, Ran thought. Anything to stay near him. On a rooftop, on a darkened landing, on the way to school, in her room with the door shut. Beneath the night sky, beneath a roof, beneath the clouds, beneath the sun and wind and rain.

“I wouldn’t mind,” she heard herself saying. She hit him. “But it had better be good, or else!”

He chuckled. “Of course. What do you take me for?”

Instead of answering, she pecked him on the lips and leaned back a little, grinning. He stood still, blinking, before chuckling again.

“Oh, you cheeky little…” He leaned down and kissed her full on the lips. The kiss left her feeling all tingly and warm. She loved it. She wanted to stay in his embrace like this. Forever. 

But forever couldn’t last. Their lips parted for a much needed air. They stayed close, breathing. Their eyes connected for what seemed like long moments, before they laughed.

“Let’s go in before we miss the sunrise!” she chirped. 

Shinichi nodded, bent down to pick up the basket and thin blanket, and led her inside. 

And so they stayed up all night inside, chatting about everything and nothing, with a few make out sessions, staring at the beautiful night sky until the sunrise. And even then, they still stayed past dawn until both of them inevitably fell asleep.

It was the most beautiful night she’d ever had, and she knew Shinichi felt it too. 

Of course, both of them caught colds and they were chewed out for staying outside for too long. But they wouldn’t have it any other way. 

She was planning on more nighttime dates another time. 

#shinran #shinranweek2023 #nighttime date #first time co-writing anything #it was really fun #and definitely resulted in quicker writing than if i was writing alone #great work us

[meitanteisachi]

10 People You Want to Know Better

Aww, thank you for tagging me, @marshmallowgoop ​! Appreciate it! 😁

Something about fangirl/non-fangirl Sachi below the cut!

Relationship status: It’s complicated -- recently broken up with my boyfriend of four years, but we’re still in contact trying to fix things. (Started out tmi and depressing HAHAH I’m sorry)

Favorite colors: Any shade of red, except bright neon ones. I love pastel colors too, preferably peach and teal!

Favorite foods: Same with Marsh-- potatoes in whatever form = 👌🏼. Additionally, Japanese curry (specifically potato croquette curry from Coco Ichibanya), truffle pasta and truffle soup (recently got into a truffle craze, sorry not sorry), pistachio flavored ice cream!

Song stuck in your head: For Youth by BTS. Why was I not in Busan the other day, damnit!

Last thing you Googled: "Chainsaw Man anime”! Wanted to find a decent ad-less site where I can watch the pilot episode, since it isn’t in netflix nor viu. 

Time: 18:46, Monday. In the car, on my way home from work.

Dream trip: Is and will forever be London. Oh, and Japan - Hokkaido! - with friends and/or loved ones.

Last thing you read: Haikyuu Vol. 21, screaming crying throwing up at Shiratorizawa vs. Karasuno Finals Set 5. Oh god I’m gonna scream again. Tsukki!!!

Last book you enjoyed reading: Same above. Haikyuu manga is life.

Favorite thing to cook/bake: Mozzarella sticks! I also like to bake NY cheesecake with my sister- we do every Christmas, and ‘m telling you our version is better than Starbucks 😝. 

Favorite craft to do in your free time: What craft do I do.... I dunno anymore lol. Can’t even call myself a writer at this point. Corporate capitalism has killed my dreams and hobby

Most niche dislike: Canned tuna and sardines. I used to like them before... until I stopped as they'd remind me of a late kitten I took in and fed with only tuna and sardines as advised by the vet, who misdiagnosed it with rickets. :( Anyway it was depressing and long story short, I developed a strong sense of repulsion everytime anyone serves canned tuna or sardines.

Opinion on circuses: Mmm not interested. But if anything, I don’t want animals in circuses. :(

Do you have a sense of direction: I believe so, yeah. I drive around and directions stick to me after three or four times visiting a particular place. I refer to google maps most times, though.

Tagging @imsotiredcanipleasegetabreak @tetsutits @purplellamanator @defectiveconantoy @fanarain @kannra21 @sadisticwoof-dcmk @amjustagirl @artbykevans @quite-a-character , but absolutely no pressure to do this! 😊

[nymphadorathetemplar]

10 Characters, 10 Fandoms, 10 Tags

Tagged by @kiwilisland here

i wasn't given clear cut rules, not that it matters since i play however i want, therefore i shall interpret it as 10 characters i love from 10 fandoms works (so that i can list a separate one for Detective Conan & Magic Kaito because the only reason so many MK fans interact as part of DC is that DC is the only place we can get Kaitou KID and or Hakuba crumbs while MK is on indefinite hiatus T^T ) also i don't really interact with fandoms so much as view pretty art and fics from a distance. And forget about 10 tags, i don't like tagging a lot, never will.

1) Natsume Takashi Natsume Yuujinchou

2) Ashiya Hanae Fukigen na Mononokean

3) Kudou Shinichi Meitantei Conan

4) Kuroba Kaito Magic Kaito

5) Keith Voltron Legendary Defender

6) Pinkie Pie My Little Pony Friendship is Magic

7) Percy Jackson Percy Jackson & the Olympians

8) Kagamine Len Vocaloid

9) Shinonome Akito Project Sekai Colorful Stage feat. Hatsune Miku

10) Sherlock Holmes (specifically Conan Doyle's book version portrayal) A Study in Scarlet (plus other Holmes stories)

tagging @cloverkaito @hiromiikunn @fanarain @thiective @naometry

#tag game #tag meme #ntt post

[pikahlua]

Hi! First, thank you for the translation! Second, I’m a bit confused and curious, so if you don’t mind me asking, please!

What Katsuki said at the end - いたぞてめェら. Other people translate this to ‘I found him!’ but you’re the only one I’ve seen that translates this differently. I poked around a little, and I found that yours was the correct translation. But why did others translate it to ‘Guys, I found him’? Is this another way to translate the original JP words?

Also! ‘Bastards’? Plural? Why? And who could Katsuki be talking to, someone on the phone or Deku? And why is it written with the katakana ェ instead of the hiragana ぇ？ Thanks in advance! 😇

This is an easy and, quite honestly, pertinent question, so it's jumping to the front of the line as I try to sort through my ask box.

I’ll address the line in reverse order for the sake of reading digestion.

てめェら - temeera ”bastards” 1. Temee means “you” but in a very rude manner, so in English we often translate it as something vulgar like “bastard.” See my previous discussions about Katsuki’s use of second-person pronouns here and here. 2. -ra is the suffix for plurality, thus “bastards.” Since it’s definitely plural, Katsuki is probably addressing a group of people over the phone (most likely his peers, given his use of temee), but it’s hard to know for sure without the full page to see the context. 3. From my experience, katakana is often used in manga to denote something particularly loud, gruff, or growling, kind of like capslock or a new font.

いたぞ - ita zo “He’s here” 1. Ita is the past-tense form of iru. It is a “to be” verb used for living things (i.e. people and animals). Literally, ita means “was.” The “he” is implied by the context of the situation. 2. Zo is just a declaratory particle used in assertive situations to add flair, often by men.

So why the “I found him” translations everywhere?

Idiomatically, Japanese-speakers will often use the “to be” verbs in situations when English-speakers would use “have,” “got,” “found,” and many other contexts. Notice how it’s in past-tense? It’s like Katsuki is describing the moment he spotted Izuku, and of that moment, he says, “He was,” or even, “He was there,” with “there” (or “here,” as in my translation) being implied. So, “Found him,” would work just fine as a translation.

Hope that answers your question!

#fanarain #bnha 318 #mha 318 #katsuki bakugou #bakudeku #mha spoilers #mha manga spoilers #my hero academia spoilers #my hero academia manga spoilers #japanese linguistics in anime #ask pika

[bakugoukatsuki-rising]

We’re all sad, but I’m 95% sure that Kacchan is with him in the last pages, he’s just out of view. Kacchan knows that Deku is an idiot for leaving his Mom, Eri, Aizawa and classmates. So he’s chased after him, given him a punch on the face, they had the talk, and now they’re together. It’s only been a week or so.

He only looks like that because he’s like “I’m tired of being a big target”, and Kacchan’s being sarcastic like “Welcome to my fucking world” and then puts his hand on Deku’s hair and messes it up and adds “Let’s go through this shit together. I’m not leaving you, and I sure as hell won’t let you leave me, not under my watch.” And Deku gives him a small smile, “Okay.” And then the Wonder Duo rush off to defeat the ‘big villain’. And then the whole class finds them that way, and they hug and cry and hug so tight and Inko’s crying like “Welcome home, my baby!”

I’m crying 😭💔.

I don’t care that this won’t go the way I want it to, let me dream. 😤

So sorry for my awful writing skills, this is the first fandom I’ve ever written 😭 and I fucking appreciate all of the writers who’s ever written anything in the BNHA fandom! ✨

On another note, please don’t listen to sad songs, listen to happy songs instead? 🥺💔

Noooo oh my god that was so sweet and almost made me cry at work 😭😭😭😭 pls I just want them together and to be okay

#bnha spoilers #bnha 306 #bnha #mha #bkdk #bakudeku #fanarain #asks #basketball idiot

[tokugou]

*pats your head* There, there, dear Chloe. Everything’s gonna be ok. You will definitely get your Kacchan content, you just wait a little longer. I’m sure your patience will be rewarded handsomely! You may not know me but may I give you a hug? *opens arms*

🥺🥺 People are so nice? Gimme all head pats, I crave them

Thank you, oh damn, ah I guess everything depends on what Bakugou's content I get... because if I get what I think it might be then I don't wanna 😭

Huggies! Huggies for me! *hugs tightly*

#fanarain #chloe.mailbox #look at me being a brat about not yet confirmed things #yay go me #honestly i didnt think it will help #but it does??? #you all take my mind out of this

[fanarain]

I haven’t been tagged but I saw the tag game on @raphillia reblog which I saw on my dash, and it looked interesting and I wanted to participate, so here! Hope you don’t mind me joining in, Raph! 😇✨

I’m active on both of this blog and side blog @artycreaty so I think I’ll include both for this tag game! (because reasons)

1. Why did you choose your url? I originally created a personal blog and then created a side blog artycreaty but was stupid and thought artycreaty would act as my main but I was so very wrong lol. Anyways! I didn’t know what to name it but I wanted to draw something so, yeah! Don’t think I’m changing it anytime soon😅😂. Also, fanarain because Fana came from my middle name, and Rain because I like rain!

2. Any side blogs? If you have them, name them and why you have them. Yup! @artycreaty because I originally created it to act as my main but I was stupid because I didn’t know it didn’t work like that and it became my side blog for years. And then January of this year (2021), I was like ‘fuck it’ and decided to create a new tumblr account using a new email and switched the ownership of artycreaty with this one because I wanted to like and comment whatever/whichever posts I liked and whenever I wanted because I couldn’t do that with my main before because it was personal, so yeah. Also @quotewhisperer because I wanted to post whatever quotes I liked so that I would see those quotes from any sources like manga/anime, movies or tv shows. I haven’t used/interacted with that blog in years lol 😅

3. How long have you been on tumblr? I think I lurked around tumblr sometime in 2015 for months before becoming a member in November of that year.

4. Do you have a queue tag? Nope! I think I’m gonna have to create one one day, maybe? 🤔

5. Why did you start your blog in the first place? artycreaty because I wanted to post drawings of my own and interact with people, and also not to lose amazing posts. I have up drawing soon and mostly reblog he’s because nobody liked my drawings and nobody interacted with me. So I sort of became inactive/on and off until maybe 2020? FanaRain because it would make it a little easier to like/comment/send asks whenever/whatever I wanted, and so to interact with people a little easier. I don’t know what to do with this blog so I’ll just do whatever I want and see what it’ll be like 🤔👀.

6 . Why did you choose your icon/pfp? Cuz they’re me! 🙋🏻‍♀️ Fanarain pfp is from picrew and artycreaty pfp is my own drawing!

7. Why did you choose your header? Cuz they’re my drawings and I’m proud of them because I spent hours/days working on these drawings! ✨

8. What's your post with the most notes? For fanarain, this one! And for artycreaty, I think more recently is this one! And ages ago would be this one which was in 2018!

9. How many mutuals do you have? Uhhh, around a dozen or so, I think? 😅

10. How many followers do you have? fanarain: 15, artycreaty: 107 ……. I’m never gonna have a lot of followers on fanarain, am I? 😅

11. How many people do you follow? 116!

12. Have you ever made a shitpost? … Iiiii don’t think so? 🤷🏻‍♀️

13. How often do you use tumblr each day? Ranges from half an hour to a few hours, depending on how busy I am, and also depending on my mood.

14. Did you ever have a fight/argument with another blog once? Who won? I don’t think I ever had an argument with anyone? I don’t like fighting/arguing with anyone, but sometimes I do for some reason or other. On tumblr? I don’t think I ever did.

15. How do you feel about "you need to reblog this" posts? I don’t mind them at all most of the time, but as for those posts that I don’t like, I just ignore them. Except, of course, the important posts like donations and information and stuff, I take my time to read (if I have time) and reblog.

16. Do you like tag games? OF COURSE I DO! I’d love to interact with anyone, so I’d love to participate in tag games! 😁✨

17. Do you like ask games? YES I DO! I don’t get them that often because I’m so unpopular, but when I do receive them, I feel very happy! 👌🏻✨

18. Which of your mutuals do you think is [tumblr] famous? Dunno? Everyone is famous in their own ways 😅

19. Do you have a crush on a mutual? Nope! How can I have a crush on someone I’ve only met online? And I need to at least have some conversation with them before developing any kind of crush on them. But I don’t think that’ll happen. So, nope!

20. Tags: @meitanteisachi @nymphadorathetemplar @shelling4869ford @circumference-pie @dreamautonomy @purplellamanator / @the-iron-tator (whichever you prefer) +++ anyone else who sees this and wants to participate! Please tag me so that I can see! 👀 Also please feel free to join or ignore! ✨

#tag game #please tag me so that I can see! #👀✨ #random #about me #maybe? #mine: post

[circumference-pie]

@intyalote tagged me and why not. I will tag @fanarain and @presumenothing. As usual, there's no pressure to do it.

Three ships:

Gosh, can they be platonic? I'm in a platonic ships mood.

Jinx and Ekko from Arcane

Conan and Haibara from Detective Conan

IDK how to phrase this as a ship but the camaraderie between the athletes in men's figure skating warms my heart

First ship ever: Kimberly/Tommy from Power Rangers.

Last song: "Idea" by 星野源

Last film: The Shop around the Corner (Last film in theaters was Detective Conan: The Scarlet Bullet.)

Currently reading: I'm still in post-book fugue after finishing The Priory of the Orange Tree by Samantha Shannon.

Currently watching: Arcane again but in Mandarin, Brandon Sanderson's writing lectures

Currently consuming: rice and natto XD

Currently craving: energy

#tag game #circ talks

[shinranweek]

Hiii! This event seems interesting and I'd love to participate! But I've got a question, if you don't mind! I'm seeing that those dates seem to be around late July or early August, and I don't know what will happen around those times for me (I will most likely be on holiday), so I don't know if I'll be able to participate as a content creator (but as an audience, definitely!)... But will the content creators be given prompts ahead of time and then post their creations on those dates indicated? If so, how much time will the creators be given to create stuff based on those prompts? Thanks in advance! <3

Hi fanarain! how happy to know that you are interested in participating 💞

As soon as the definitive date on which the ShinRan week will take place is announced (June 6), then there will be a Prompts Poll, where the prompts for the days of the ShinRan week will be chosen. So you will know the Prompts in advance, and participants will be able to post their creations with the tag #shinranweek2021 or by submitting it via submit button on our Tumblr page.

On the other hand, in case you couldn't participate in the chosen week, if you want, you may submit your entries in advance via the submit button, and we will publish it during the ShinRan week.

#asks #shinranweek2021 #answers

[dreamautonomy]

Thank you, thank you for the tag @fanarain. I took my time with this. I swear, I got to find a tag game to share with my followers and those I follow. @dreamautonomy needs more love and activity. 😭

I will answer questions about @dreamautonomy (my main that’s not officially a main) and @defectiveconantoy (my more popular Tumblr).

1. Why did you choose your url? I came up with the name Dream Autonomy waaaaay back in 2008. At the time, I was inspired by Kazimierz Dąbrowski's theory of positive disintegration (TPD), where he explained that one must go through anxiety and psychological tension to achieve autonomy and true individuality. In my teens, I dreamt of independence and autonomy, to live on my own terms and break away from society’s rat race. I still do to this day.

For my DCMK stuff, I’ve considered the name Conanology, but someone on Twitter took it. I wanted something witty. Then, I stumbled upon that Reddit post with the counterfeit Conan and Ayumi action figures. They looked so ridiculous and badly made it’s almost a joke. The thread’s first comment: perfect as a funny username. Unfortunately, defectiveconan was already taken here, so I settled with defectiveconantoy (also nicknamed by me as DFCT - DeFective Conan Toy) instead.

2. Any side blogs? @relaxwithanime because there’s a lot of relaxing anime, and I want to showcase relaxing anime scenes. @sillydogpictures, which has no posts. I wanted to show pictures of dogs with intentionally or unintentionally silly faces. 🐶

3. How long have you been on tumblr? It’s complicated! I began lurking back in 2010 or 2011 but didn’t create an account until 2014 with the original dreamautonomy, now the defunct @olddreamautonomy. I never used it until mid or late 2020.

I made @defectiveconantoy back in October 2020 because I considered participating in the DCMK Secret Santa event. I eventually decided not to, as I was busy with school and coping with the pandemic. I didn’t need more deadlines then.

4. Do you have a queue tag? Nope! I should make one once I learn how.

5. Why did you start your blog in the first place? I planned to use @dreamautonomy as a creative blog for posting photography, graphic design, food and travel stuff, motivational stuff, and more. Never happened!

DFCT was made for Detective Conan and Magic Kaito fandom stuff, nothing else.

Stupid me made @defectiveconantoy a completely separate account, even after realizing minutes later that I could have made it a side blog. Oh well! I mostly use Tumblr for fandom stuff nowadays, so I deleted my old Dream account and made a new account as a side blog under @defectiveconantoy. Now, I no longer have to use different apps and browsers for both blogs. Life is good!

6 . Why did you choose your icon/pfp? For Dream, I chose Retsuko from Aggretsuko. That scene wonderfully represents the agony of one’s twenties: working miserable jobs, not being taken seriously, and wishing life was more fulfilling than the average adult life. There she is being “one of us” on a Sunday by lying in bed and scratching her butt. 😂

And for DFCT, how could I not post action Conan from The Fist of Blue Sapphire with the counterfeit action figure’s head replacing the original Conan’s head? 🤣

7. Why did you choose your header? For Dream, because Retsuko’s bouncing her little tail off. For DFCT, because Ran is precious in that scene, all soft and shy.

8. What's your post with the most notes? @defectiveconantoy’s set of GIFs from the Ferris Wheel scene in the Episode ONE special. And that’s my original post. I’ve reblogged even more popular stuff by others.

9. How many mutuals do you have? About a dozen.

10. How many followers do you have? @dreamautonomy: 9 (Most are p*rn bots I’ve reported for spam and blocked. Have no idea WTF I did to attract them.). @defectiveconantoy: 175!! 😁

11. How many people do you follow? 72!

12. Have you ever made a shitpost? I don’t know. I think I only post relevant memes.

Here am I typing this after spending years confusing shitposts with really funny, sometimes offensive memes. I’m still confused about the meaning of a shitpost. I’m not very trend or meme savvy.

13. How often do you use tumblr each day? About 10-20 times a day, usually through my phone app.

14. Did you ever have a fight/argument with another blog once? Over ten years ago on websites that Tumblr, Twitter, etc. long replaced in popularity. Even then, I’ve usually been a lurker for most of my life and rarely engaged in arguments or debates. Whenever I did, I regret it to this day. I looked stupid (everyone did, actually). What a waste of time!

I wish I hadn’t forgotten about Detective Conan back in 2004. The DCMK Tumblr fandom is chill and AWESOME! I wonder what the fandom was like back in the 2000s.

15. How do you feel about "you need to reblog this" posts? Ehh…it depends. If it’s something most or everyone agrees with, I might reblog it. I don’t know about you, but such posts often bring the rebel in me. If you say, “REBLOG IT,” I say, “Ehh! Nope.” 😋 Anyway, life is short. I’d rather stick to fandom and humor, things that unite people and make them smile.

16. Do you like tag games? Of course! That’s how I get to know everyone. I should initiate tag games and tag all of you.

17. Do you like ask games? YES! I should start ask games as well.

18. Which of your mutuals do you think is [tumblr] famous? We interrupt this program to give mad props to that nicely formatted Tumblr logo-fied text. 👌

Aaaanyway, I won’t name names. Some are Tumblr famous for different reasons, and that’s what matters. We all contribute different things while being under the same main fandom, ships, arcs, and adaptations aside.

19. Do you have a crush on a mutual? No! Why ruin this nice little Tumblr space for drama? It’s not worth having a crush on people you’ve never met face-to-face imo. I’m not repeating my teenage mistakes.

20. Tags: anyone happy to participate! 😁

#tag game

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And it all started with an injury

Hello, everyone! Wow. It's been a long time since I've written anything. It feels so good to write something since forever!

Anywho! I wrote this one-shot in response to the beautiful art by @sup-poki (the fifth one). I loved it so much I wrote about it, and got their permission! Which, by the way...

Hi, Poki! Hope you’re well! Remember when you replied my comment to your art post back in late July about wanting to write about it and you saying to just go for it? I’m so sorry it’s taken me forever, but here it is! Hope you like it! (Also, I’m so glad that my comment brightened your day! Know that your encouragement also made me want to just scream in joy!)

Also the biggest thank you to the wonderful @blenderfullasarcasm for beta-ing this!

Hope I did these characters their justice!

Summary: Aoko walks in on Kaito tending to his injury in his room, and confronts him. He says it's an accident, but Aoko calls bullshit. And they talk.

Words: 5412

If you’d rather read on AO3, you can just find it on my profile FanaRain, or here!

Kaito is so focused on his first aid treatment that he almost doesn’t notice someone come into his room right behind him. But the movement on the reflection of his side mirror catches his eye, and he immediately whips around, only to see Aoko standing just inside the door, and her expression is one of horror as she focuses on him. Or rather, a scratch on his right cheek that is almost deep and reddish with rashes, and also on the blood trailing from the corner of his mouth.

“Kaito? What…?” Her voice trails off, wanting to know but afraid of the answer. He doesn’t know why she is afraid, but he quickly tries to distract her.

“Ahoko!” he calls out loudly, voice annoyed, “Haven’t you ever heard of a thing called ‘knocking’?!” No reaction. A beat. “Ahoko! Are you listening? I’m not even readily dressed yet, so get out of my room and wait downstairs!”

Almost as if a switch had been flipped, her expression then does a complete 180. Sporting an angry expression that turns her colour to crimson, hands clenched in a fist at her sides, she then stomps over to him － and he could feel the ground beneath him shaking a little in response, like the aftershocks after the first (and the most powerful) earthquake, and in the back of his mind, he briefly wonders how quickly an egg could be fried if he were to (accidentally of course, who on earth wouldn’t appreciate a little bit of magic on a most dazzling morning such as this) dump it onto the top of her head, and he also wonders whether it might be edible (probably not, with the hair and all). Or instead, would it immediately burn to ashes, considering just how crimson her face has turned? A world record, to be sure.

Hmm… is it even possible to have a record like that at all? If not, then he would find a way to create such competition, make Aoko join it (against her will) and win the trophy! It would be soooo interesting! － then, before he could do anything, she grabs him by the front of the black shirt he wears beneath the school uniform, bringing him close to her face.

A bit too close for his liking.

He yelps. “H-hey, Ahoko! What are you doing?!”

But she doesn’t react to his shouts because she is focusing intently on the wound, as if she’s trying to see what caused it and by whom.

“What happened, Bakaito?”

Despite her angry expression, her voice is calm. She does not raise or lower her voice. It’s terrifyingly even, as if she knows that no matter what answer he might give, it will not be the one she wants.

The calm before the storm.

Inwardly, he panics a little. He does not need or want to experience that temper, not after what happened the night before. He only has so much energy left to use to avoid her temper. He is glad that he had a little foresight to dress himself and the wound before letting Aoko into his house this morning. Aoko does not need to know about the other, even deeper, injury on his left arm.

After the heist last night, KID had been surrounded by Snake and his lackeys up on the roof as usual. However, this time had been a little different, as they had brought along a sniper and so, while Snake distracted him by way of threatening his life, the sniper had shot at KID from the top of a building across the street. However, a glint from somewhere below had caught his attention and he had instinctively glanced at that building, spotting the sniper on the roof along the way. He had dodged immediately, darting behind a generator for cover and using his smoke bombs as a distraction before they could do worse, but two bullets had already cut him. Thankfully, the injuries had not been that serious, so nothing had been too damaged. With good first aid and a few days’ rest, the injuries would be healed in no time.

But, in order for that to happen, Kaito has to first appease Aoko so he could prevent her from finding out about it and freaking out.

“Nothing happened, Ahoko. It was just an accident.” He shrugs like it’s an afterthought.

Apparently, that is the wrong answer.

She lowers her head, her hair shadowing her eyes as she grits her teeth a little. A beat. Then two beats. Then three. Only then does her hand on his undervest clench even further, and she steps slightly backwards before swiftly pulling him towards her. Before he can even utter a single syllable, Aoko quickly moves her head towards him, and－

WHACK!

“OUCH!”

Kaito immediately crumples to the floor, hands on his head in pain. “Ow, ow, owwwww!”

A few seconds pass while he rubs his forehead, soothing the pain, before he shoots up to his standing position and whirls on her angrily, his free hand gesturing wildly. 

“What the hell was that for, Ahoko?!”

“That,” Aoko, again, grabs his undervest as she moves her head close to his, an angry expression still on her face, “was for being a liar, and an idiot,” she hisses, anger dripping off her words. She doesn’t seem bothered by the pain that is surely present on her forehead, but she seems to have prepared herself for it beforehand, so it doesn’t appear to hurt as much.

Kaito is a little more prepared this time, so her anger and grip on his clothes doesn’t catch him off guard. He replies with just as much annoyance. “Me, a liar?!” he demands.

“Yeah, you!” she shoots back. “Have you forgotten that we’ve known each other for a long time?! Aoko knows things don’t just happen because of a little accident! Not with you!”

That last part catches him off guard. He goes silent.

Taking that chance, she continues, annoyed but with fear laced in her low voice, “Don’t take Aoko for a fool, Bakaito. She knows you, always has. Now tell her, and tell her honestly. What. Happened.”

Kaito hesitates for a long minute. He is surprised at her determination to seek the truth, but he thinks he knows why. Due to the amount of time they’ve been together, she’s gained an uncanny ability to know and understand Kaito just for who he is. Even if they’ve unknowingly distanced themselves a little due to his new job as KID, Aoko still hasn’t lost that ability. 

He wants to tell her. By kami, he’s wanted to tell her for a long time. But he can’t. This was his father’s responsibility, and now he’s passed it on his son. It is his responsibility, his mess. Kaito can’t bring Aoko into his mess. No way, no how.

“I can’t－” his voice goes dry. He clears his throat a little and tries again. “It was just an experiment that had gone wrong. Magic experiment. That’s all.”

A moment goes by while Aoko examines his face. Then, she lets go of his undervest and turns to leave the room. Before he can discern what has just happened, he hears something clatter somewhere nearby, and not too long she comes back. She is carrying a box of some kind. Before he can examine it, she points to his bed.

“Sit.” 

Kaito just raises his eyebrow at her. She stubbornly keeps holding up her arm in that direction. Then he just sighs and walks to sit on his bed.��

Aoko kneels on the bed by his right side, putting the box down. He recognises it as his first aid that had just been under the sink in the bathroom. Aoko really does know her way around his house. 

There is a tense silence in the room as she tends to the wound on Kaito’s cheek, and she even wipes away the blood that trailed from the corner of his mouth. She doesn’t ask how the blood came about, and he doesn’t say that it came from having gritted his teeth so much from the agonised pain of tending to the wound on his shoulder that his lips split from being bitten on.

Having finished with her task, she puts aside the first aid kit and then sits on the bed by his left side. She seems to be thinking about something, and he doesn’t dare disrupt her. Then, she looks him in the eyes and asks, “Are you going to keep doing that?”

He is confused. “Doing what?”

“Lying.”

“What do you mean by lying? I just told you what happened!”

“That’s a lie.”

“No, it’s not a lie!”

“It is.”

Kaito then falls silent at her resolution. Why would she refuse to fall for one of his usual lies? Why would she not waver from this? Does that mean that she might know who he is…?

No.

That’s impossible. He mustn't make such absurd assumptions before confirming all facts.

Then, what would make her think that he was lying? 

“Why would you think I am lying, Ahoko?” he asks, annoyed.

“Because Aoko knows you,” she replies matter of factly.

No, you don’t. If you did, you wouldn’t be here with me, like this. You would’ve just beat  me up and never talk to me again. 

I don’t want to lose you. I can’t.

He tries to derail the topic before she could focus on that particular conversation.

“Oh, is that because you’re worrying about me?” he raises his eyebrows suggestively.

Aoko then adopts an unimpressed expression, face twitching a little. She stares impassively at him, saying nothing.

“Thanks for worrying, but I’ll be fine, Ahoko! It’s like I said, it was just a little accident! This little scratch is nothing! See!” Kaito reassures her, even going so far as grinning and prodding the patch on his cheek hard, like the injury was no big deal, while hiding his grimace at the pain. Poker face! Remember the poker face!

Aoko still stares at him firmly, and he just closes his eyes and his grin widens even further, still ignoring the sting, “Really, Ahoko! It’s not a big deal, you don’t need to wor－!”

A soft touch on his healthy cheek stops him in his tracks. He immediately opens his eyes, and upon seeing the expression on the face of his childhood friend, his breath catches in his throat and his eyes widened in shock.

In all the times they have spent time together, from childhood to teenagers, they have seen each other at their best and worst moments. Even if they’d only been expressed once, he could never forget them. He wouldn’t. He hadn’t thought there was anything more he had ever seen from her, but this? This is different.

How come she’s wearing that expression? Why show it to him now?

“Aoko…?”

Her eyebrows curved a little upwards, bringing attention to her blue eyes as they shone brightly. A single, inaudible tear had escaped its cage and went down her cheek, leaving tracks in its wake. When her name, almost a gentle query uttered in a whisper, reaches her ears, her face and body tenses up as she bits her lower lip, seemingly trying to hold back the stream that is threatening to follow.

He can usually read his best friend like an open book most of the time, but this? Kaito doesn’t understand. What has he done to make her cry like this?

After having succeeded in holding most of her tears back so that she can speak a little more clearly, she simply gives him an answer in the form of another question.

“You won’t stop, will you?”

Her soft voice wavers, as if she is afraid that Kaito would disappear if she speaks even an ounce louder. 

“Huh?”

“This,” she gestures to the scratch on his cheek, “is not an accident, Aoko knows that. But, not why this happened.”

‘Why’, not ‘how’ or ‘what’, he notes in the back of his mind.

He blinks dumbly. “Aoko, what…? I-I don’t understand… Why are you－?”

“Kaito…” Her tears burst free from their cage and slid down her cheeks again, with more following their trails. She leans forward and puts her head on his right shoulder, wetting the uniform in the process, “Whatever it is you’re doing that got you hurt… You won’t stop, will you?” she repeats softly.

And then, almost as if in confirmation, she leisurely raises her left hand from her side and gently places it onto his right side, hesitates briefly, then slowly and reluctantly curls her fingers inwards, lightly clutching the cloth. Over his scar.

The one that was caused by a broken glass while protecting her. As KID.

Oh…

… oh.

Shit.

He does not show any more shock or expressions than he already does. However, inwardly, he is panicking. His heart beats a little faster as each second ticks forward. All that goes through his head, little screws beating around each other, is one word.

How?

He doesn’t know what to think. 

“Aoko, I…” he tries, but bites his lips. What can he say? He can’t tell her anything. He can’t. What should he say?

Kaito doesn’t want her to cry anymore, but how can he stop it?

Subconsciously, he raises his hands to lightly hold onto her; right hand on her head as fingers thread through her hair, and left hand placed on her hip.

“Aoko, please don’t cry…”

She just cries a little harder in response. He murmurs unintelligible but reassuring words to her.

They stay in that position for what feels like a long time.

“Kaito, Aoko is…” He doesn’t stop his murmurs of reassurances. “Don’t go…”

He hums. “I’m not going anywhere. Where would I go, Ahoko?”

“The dark…”

He just closes his eyes. “The dark?”

“Last night. You weren’t there… were you?”

“Where?”

“On the roof.”

He pauses, opening his eyes to look at the mop of brown hair. “The roof?”

“KID.”

His breath hitches in his throat a little. He tries, “What about KID?”

She doesn’t reply, but just lets the hand on his cheek fall lower, onto his shoulder, then a bit lower to the upper arm. It is brushing his wound as she lightly clutches at the flesh; he tries not to flinch.

Then she says, “Aoko is scared,” Kaito just hums in query, “You’re leaving me behind. Aoko is just so scared…”

“Ah…!”

Apparently it is a little too much for his tender arm; he flinches so much that Aoko instinctively jumps off of him in response, her face shocked and confused even as tears keep trickling down her cheeks.

She looks at Kaito, then glances to his left shoulder that he is clutching at, then to Kaito, then back again. He just looks back at her calmly, little sweat dripping down his skin.

“Kaito…? Are you－?”

He just bites his lips in response.

A few moments pass by while they stare at each other. Then, she hesitantly raises her arm towards him. “Kaito, can I…?”

He just closes his eyes in response. There is a lull in the air as she waits. Then Kaito blinks his eyes open and looks back at her, raising his healthy arm away from his shoulder towards her cheek, wiping away her tears. She seems to have stopped crying for the moment. That is good.

Then, he just gives a slight bob of his head.

She tenderly touches his left shoulder, clutching the hem of his school uniform, hesitates briefly, and moves to take it off. Before she could put the edge past his shoulder, Kaito’s hand shoots up to her wrist, stopping its advance.

He seems to have changed his mind for just a second.

Kaito’s heart pounds so frantically and loudly he is sure Aoko can hear or even feel his quickening heartbeats. He tries to keep his breath even, but that is becoming more difficult the longer Aoko’s hand clenched onto his uniform. She does not react to his hand on her wrist, even as he unconsciously tightens his hold.

What if just by seeing that wound, she finds out who I truly am? What if she hates me? What if she never wants to see me again? What if, what if, what ifwhatifwha－ 

“Kaito.”

As if cutting through the darkness, Aoko’s voice reaches his ears, and his breath hitches in his throat. He blinks open his eyes － he didn’t realise that his eyes had closed on their own account. 

“Look at Aoko.”

Blinking once again, he raises his head to face hers. Her expression is mild, sapphire eyes radiating nothing but calmness as they meet Kaito’s own. He does not see any other emotions in her eyes, not even those that he had expected, and that scares him.

“Please, Kaito. Let Aoko do this.”

Why?

He hesitates, then reluctantly lets go of her wrist, letting his hand dangle at his side. He bows his head a little, closing his eyes. He does not want to see this.

In doing so, his other senses become a little sensitive to her every action, every sound and every touch.

Having gotten his permission, she peels the uniform off of him, revealing the bandage underneath. He hears her breath hitch a little, and he knows she can see the blood that is seeping through the bandages, signalling how bad the injury is. She tenderly touches the gauze on top of the injury, seeming to be assessing it. The sound of scissors snipping at the bandages reaches his ears as it is removed from his flesh, only taking in a short breath when the gauze brushes and is peeled off of the injury. A soft gasp (a sob, again?) escapes her lips, and he knows it’s gotten a bit worse than the last time he treated it earlier in the morning. He certainly feels it. The bed dips as she moves to kneel on it, then shifts towards the first aid kit, then he feels her get closer. He detects the scent of some kind of alcohol.

“This is going to hurt.” Aoko warns. Kaito just nods, gritting his teeth a little.

His injury emits a stinging pain, hurt shooting through his veins and up towards his shoulder, and he bits his lips so as not to cry out. He tries his best not to flinch away from her touch so much. Is it hot? Or is it cold? No, it’s both. It’s so burning cold, so agonising. It’s like being stabbed with too many nails all at once. It hurts. Just because he has sustained injuries from being shot at who knows how many times, does not mean that he is immune from all kinds of pain. Even if he has improved pain tolerance, it still hurts. He tries to not let any kind of sound out of his mouth.

He does not know how long it has passed. Has it been a minute? An hour? It feels longer.

Suddenly he feels something cold touch his cheeks, but it’s not freezing. It feels refreshing, like the wind blowing against the skin after a hot summer. He then feels more than hears something whisper near his ear.

“Relax, Kaito. It’s all better now.”

He lets go of the breath he hadn’t realised he’d been holding, panting slightly.

“Are you okay?” Aoko asks. He gives a small nod. “Then, I will bandage it now.”

That refreshing touch leaves his cheeks, and then he feels a long cotton strap wrap his shoulder, going around the wound then around his body towards the other side, under the undervest (she doesn’t ask him to take it off, and so he doesn’t), then to the wounded side again. After a few moments, he feels the bandage tighten a little, then hears the snap of scissors cutting away the remaining strap.

“Aoko’s done.”

Kaito just opens his eyes again, and glances at her handiwork. “Thanks, Aoko.”

“Anytime.”

She gets off the bed to get rid of the stained bandages, into the bin nearby, then goes back to the bed to put away the first aid kit. While she does so, Kaito just stares at her.

Without thinking, he blurts out, “Don’t you hate Kaitou KID?” As soon as the final word slipped his mouth, he immediately regrets having asked this question. He inwardly uses a string of curse words that would have made Nakamori-keibu proud, for having lost control of himself. But Kaito can’t take it back now; it’s too late.

Poker face! Poker face!

He briefly notes the fact that she does not look even a bit surprised at the sudden change of subject, but she still pauses briefly, then looks down in thought. After a moment, she replies, “No. Hate is too strong of a word. Aoko doesn’t hate him at all, but she can’t say that she likes him either.” Blinking as she raises her head as she shifts her body to face him, connecting her eyes with his again, she adds, “Aoko just wants her father back. That’s all.”

A brief pain takes over his soul for a second, and he knows that she sees it, but she says nothing. However, he understands what Aoko means. Oh, he does.

But it doesn’t mean that he hates it less everytime Aoko let off her energy towards KID. He knows what Aoko thinks of KID, but he can’t tell her. 

Kaito can’t let it go. He doesn’t want to let Aoko go.

“I see…” he just says. Aoko stares at him. “Tell me, Aoko. What are you scared of? Why did you cry?”

She looks down at her hands fidgeting against each other on her lap for a long moment, then just closes her eyes and leans on his good shoulder.

“Last night,” she begins, “Aoko went to the heist. Only this time, she had a bad feeling, so she went to a different place than usual, just to watch the heist. KID flies, so she went to the building across from that place. She brought binoculars with her. She wanted to see what was happening after KID had stolen the jewel. However, she saw something she’d never seen, nor even thought of before…” she grabs the undervest at his side again, though it was done unconsciously. She shifts to a more comfortable position and continues, a few hitches in her voice here and there, “It was dark, so she couldn’t see well. But, she could see KID, so bright in contrast, the moonlight shining upon him. He was surrounded by some men in black. The moonlight helped, so she could see the light reflecting off of whatever the men were holding in their hand. They were guns. Real guns.”

She pauses for a moment as she takes a few deep breaths. “Then it happened in a split second, so fast Aoko would’ve missed it if she wasn’t paying attention. KID had taken a glance towards the building she was at, and she could have sworn that he had seen her, but he was actually looking at something above her. Then, he moved so fast, like the speed of light, and there was a bright flash. It was so bright, but luckily she had closed her eyes at that second, she was confused, so it hadn’t affected her that much. Then, she saw several sparkles away from KID. He then flew away from that building, but she saw him holding onto his shoulder. She saw blood, so much blood.”

So, that glint Kaito had seen at the building across the street, that was Aoko? Then he owes her his life. If it were not for that glint of light, he wouldn’t have seen the sniper, and he probably wouldn’t have been here right now, beside her, like this. So she had made the connection so quickly. She is a very smart girl, indeed. But still, he won’t tell her, nor confirm anything.

There is a whine in her voice. “This had never happened before. Aoko was so scared that she ran away from there. She had a nightmare last night.”

He just holds her head, caressing it, and hums, “Nightmare?”

Her hands on his clothes tightens. “She dreamed of Kaito. You were…” she trails off. Kaito just hums and waits patiently, gently supporting her. “Aoko saw Kaito surrounded by black figures of some kind. They resembled animals more than humans. And then, Kaito, they shot at you, then flames and playing cards altogether surrounded you. She saw the moonlight breaking into little pieces. Even then, Kaito, you just looked at Aoko and said, ‘Not yet, I won’t stop’. She didn’t understand what you meant by that…” She just breaks into sobs.

So that’s why she’s like this. She’s scared for me, he thinks. He pulls Aoko further into his arms in a hug, shifting so she sits on his lap, while humming a gentle lullaby to calm her down. She cries even harder in response. He feels her tears on his bare shoulder, but he doesn’t mind it.

A few moments pass by while they stay in that position, just holding onto each other like they are a lifeline. Aoko takes the time to calm down, and Kaito doesn’t move even an inch away from her. 

Kaito just glances at the clock and grimaces a little. “We’re late…” he murmurs.

Aoko hears it, and also glances at the time. A second goes by while she stares, then she just returns her head onto his shoulder and says tiredly, “Aoko doesn’t care, she’s too tired for that, and you need to heal. Let her just stay like this. Please.”

He just rests his chin on her head. “Okay. We’ll just apologise to Sensei tomorrow. I’ll have Mom call the school about our absence, she won’t mind.” Aoko just burrows further into his shoulder, near his neck.

With a little magic, his mobile phone poofs into appearance in his hand. He turns it on and sends his mother a text about his and Aoko’s absence. She replies immediately with an ‘OK’, but asking what he did with Aoko that they had to be too tired to go to school, adding a wink emoticon at the end. He just rolls his eyes, replies to say that he will explain later, then turns the phone off. He places his pillow between himself and the wall and, with Aoko in his arms, leans backwards and closes his eyes.

~T~

Kaito opens his eyes to the sight of Aoko sleeping close to him, on her left side, with her arms wrapped around him, and his around her. At some point, they must have switched from sitting up to lying down on his bed. He just smiles sadly at her. Even wrapped in his smell, she smells so refreshing, like home. He likes it, though he won’t admit it to her. He raises his left hand and caresses her cheek. She’s so soft…

She twitches a little and opens her eyes, sleepily blinking her eyes and stares at him with narrowed eyes. He just smiles at her.

“Hi, Aoko.” he says softly.

“Hi, Kaito…” she mumbles back, tiredly closing her eyes.

“How are you feeling?”

“Tired… Can’t open my eyes… But it feels like something has been lifted, though I’m not sure what.”

He hums in thought. “I think that would be you finally letting something off your chest. Though from what I can see, it’s already small.” he adds cheekily.

She hums back. A beat, then immediately opens her eyes and glares at him, “Bakaito! Don’t say things like that!” she then hits his side in retaliation.

“Ow, that hurts, Ahoko!”

“It doesn’t hurt, and you know it!”

Kaito fake cries, and Aoko just rolls her eyes.

They then just stay like that for another moment in peace, making tentative eye contact. And then Aoko asks, “What time is it, anyway? How long have we been sleeping?”

Kaito raises himself a little to glance at the clock off her shoulder, “Hmm… I think we’ve been sleeping for a little over two hours. It’s 11:23AM now.”

Aoko just hums, rolling herself onto her back and swings her arm over her face, hiding her eyes.

They do not move off of the bed for another few minutes. Then, “Kaito. Can you please answer a few things for Aoko? Truthfully?”

“... Okay. What is it?”

“Whatever it is you’re doing… Will you stop it, or will you not?”

Kaito doesn’t answer immediately, thinking over his words carefully. “If I tell you, you won’t cry, will you?”

“That would depend on your answer.”

Kaito just groans as he moves to raise himself to sitting on the bed, leaning on the wall. Seconds go by while he just sits there. “No. I will not stop,” he replies softly.

Aoko just bites her lips, a tear already sliding over her cheek into her hair. A deep breath. “Is it dangerous?”

“... Yes.”

“Can Aoko help you in any way?”

Kaito stares at her. She wants to help? Without truly knowing what danger is in store for me, and for her if she gets involved in some way? Is that possible?

He already knows the answer without having to think too much of it. “No, you can’t. If you do, you’ll be－” he bites his lips, not saying anymore.

“... Are you leaving Aoko behind, then?”

“...”

Kaito wants to say ‘no’. He really does. But, with his job being dangerous already, anything could happen. He can’t promise anything. He doesn’t want to break her heart anymore than he already has. He doesn’t care about himself that much, but Aoko? She who is his home, his angel, his magician? She who already holds his heart in her hands but all she does is just hold it gently, shielding it with her wings of beauty and innocence? She who always smiles at him everytime he looks at her? He can’t live without her. It might be stupid, but it is the truth.

A few more tears trickle down her cheeks again at the lack of reply, and she rises herself to sit on the bed, hair shadowing her eyes.

“Are you going to try…?”

“Hm?”

“Here. Will you try to come back?” she clarifies.

“... Yes, but－”

He is cut off by Aoko grabbing at his undervest again, as her eyes hold close contact with him, and she says firmly, “Then do it.”

He is speechless again. He tries to let some kind of sound escape his lips, but in vain. He looks like a fish which, to him, is a horrible thought. He tries to hold back his shivers at the thought. She doesn’t notice.

Her eyes then soften, and her focus on his eyes intensifies. She lets go of the cloth and raises both of her hands to hold his cheeks. “Those eyes.”

He blinks several times in confusion.

“You know the saying, right? ‘The eyes are the window to the soul’?” he just nods dumbly, and she continues, still staring at those tanzanite eyes, “Those eyes that hold your soul. Whether they hide behind some kind of glasses or disguises or anything, they may fool most people. But they can’t fool Aoko. The soul behind the window in those eyes, Aoko knows him. Whether that soul be a student, a magician, or a thief, they are all him.”

Kaito’s eyes widened in realisation. Does she mean…?

“Kaito.” she says again, and stops for a moment as she takes her hand off his cheek to wipe away her tears, then returning to his cheek.

“Aoko…?”

“Those eyes,” she tenderly touches the corners of his eyes, “are hers. Aoko knows those eyes, so they are hers. That’s why,” she adds, gently bumping her forehead to his, eyes still connected, “You must come back to me. Do you understand?”

This is sort of a confession, and yet, it is not quite one. It is merely a fact. Like the colour of the sky is blue and the grass is green, and the air is fresh and the birds fly freely. Just a fact. But, he understands now. With a grateful sigh, he holds his palms over hers and replies by pressing their foreheads together and－

“Always.”

No matter whatever happens, I will always return. To where you are. Through hell fire or freezing storms. 

This, he swears.

#DCMK #Kuroba Kaito #Nakamori Aoko #Magic Kaito #DCMK fanfic #Detective Conan #fanfic #own writing #mine #KaiAo #So sorry it's taken me so long to post this thing! #I had to think about why Aoko is crying and what happened for Kaito to be hurt #Then came up with it #Then took forever to put it into writing #Then writers block happened but then i called bullshit to it #and just put in whatever my mind could spring out #then stitched those pieces together #and so here is the result #and now my brain is deep fried #sort of... #Hope you and everyone else likes it! #Also hope those two lovebirds are in character! #Hope you enjoyed the read!

[meitanteisachi]

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Hello again Aina! Change of ship this time, a rare BNHA Kacchako WIP. I will finish this oneshot... someday 😅

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#fanarain #bnha wip #year-end WIP ask

[nymphadorathetemplar]

Rules: Write the latest line from a WIP and tag as many people as there are words in the line. Make a new post, don’t reblog. 

tagged by @kiwi-tries-to-write

Looking down he hid his mouth behind the cup as he softly uttered the last part, “Other than my own parents, you’re the first.”

and since i don't like to always follow rules, only tagging three @squidpro-quo @fanarain @mezzato

#wip #tag game #tag meme #writing #ntt post

[purplellamanator]

Hello 👋 I was tagged by @fanarain 💜 thanks for the tag!

1. Why did you choose your url?

Honestly? I’m terrible at making usernames. Like horrendous. I’m always lost as to what to make it. So I made it in a split decision based off things I was thinking about or doing that day. My favorite color is purple, I had an inside joke with a friend about llamas, and at the time was watching terminator 2 judgement day. So I combined it all. 😂

2. Any side blogs? If you have any, name them!

This is actually my side blog. @the-iron-tator is my main but I don’t do much on or with it! I probably honestly should’ve made side blogs for my different fandoms cause I know people only follow me for certain things, but it’s too much to keep up for me 🤷‍♀️

3. How long have you been on tumblr?

I honestly have no idea. If there’s a way to figure that out, I’m not sure how 😂 it’s been awhile tho. I wanna say I had this side blog since the beginning of 2019 cause I made it specifically to post my fanfic. But I had the main for way longer I think.

4. Do you have a queue tag?

I don’t think so 😬

5. Why did you start your blog in the first place?

So I started this side blog specifically so I could write and post my fanfic without shame. Also so that it could be a feed for all the fanfic I found and loved reading on here. Another reason why I never made another side blog. Cause I wanted all my fandom stuff on one page for me.

6. Why did you choose your icon?

Because The Little Mermaid has been and will always be my favorite Disney movie.

7. Why did you choose your header?

I really have no actual answer for this 😂 I was making the side blog and realized I needed one and so that’s what was on my camera roll for some reason 😅 and it made me nostalgic for when I was younger 😂

8. What’s your post with the most notes?

I actually have no clue. I know someone mentioned a way to figure this out but I can’t remember. I’m pretty sure it’s some drabble I posted on here for asks! Maybe the Wild West one for shinran?

9. How many mutuals do you have?

I think quite a few! We all pop in and go sometimes! I’d like to think quite a bit of em!

10. How many followers do you have?

So this side blog has 228! May not look like much for some but that’s a lot to me and I’m surprised but extremely thankful that people take the time to look at my page 😊

11. How many people do you follow?

194!! I think some of the accounts are probably dead by now but oh well! If you have even just some of my interests, I will probably follow and spam with reblog a and stuff 😂 yes I’m one of those

12. Have you ever made a shitpost?

No? I don’t think so. . .

13. How often do you use tumblr each day?

A LOT. Too much to put an honest time on 😂

14. Did you ever have a fight/argument with another blog before? If so, who won?

Nope. Don’t like fights. This is a place of fandom. I try to keep that out.

15. How do you feel about “you need to reblog this” posts?

So honestly, they are a bit annoying. I actually won’t do some of them for that reason unless it’s a cause or reason I strongly agree with. Which isn’t normally the case. Or rather, this is a fandom blog. No one wants to see that clogging up the page when all you wanna do is reason some fanfic or look at some fanart. I like to keep that kind of stuff off. Also cause sometimes people don’t agree with you. But I never liked that. That if you don’t ‘reblog a post’ your an ass or something. Like no. If anything, that steers people away from what you want. Or similar to the posts where they are like, don’t even talk to me if you like x,y, or z. Like okay 🤷‍♀️ that doesn’t hurt anybody but you. 😂 sometimes, even if I agree that I don’t like x, y, or z, I’ll unfollow or stay away because that just gives a certain attitude that I don’t vibe with. Just like I’m sure there are people that don’t vibe well with me 🤷‍♀️

16. Do you like tag games?

Yes! They are fun and even if no one reads your response, it’s nice to get thoughts out sometimes!

17. Do you like ask games?

Let’s just be clear and say that I like games in general 😂

18. Which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

All of them! I think they are all popular in their own way! I probably wouldn’t of found them otherwise!

19. Do you have a crush on a mutual?

Negative

Sorry! I am still working and on break! Can’t tag anyone but if you see this and wanna join, feel free to do so and tag me so I can see 👀

#ask #tags #tag game

[pikahlua]

Your 319 Class 1A (or is it 2A now?) illusion theory is… *hesitates while searching for the right word* amazing yet terrifying. Amazingly terrifying. Scary. I don’t agree with that theory but the more I think about it, the more I get scared 😱

… why? Why do you have to drag us down with you like this 😭

P.S. I haven’t read all of ‘em yet, but your metas and theories are amazing. Keep going! 👌🏻

I don't agree with my theory either, but only because I don't know enough yet.

More spoilers will come in, and hopefully things will become clearer (whether that's in a terrifying direction or not, well...)

What we have right now is just...I've read enough manga that I feel like I know where this is going lol.

More acutely, something is just wrong. Whatever is happening, it's not as straightforward as the surface-level story would have us believe. An illusion? A trick? Those are the only words I've got for it right now, but we may have a better idea in the near future.

#fanarain #mha spoilers #mha manga spoilers #my hero academia spoilers #my hero academia manga spoilers #ask pika

[bakugoukatsuki-rising]

Hello, good evening! (Or is it afternoon for you? It’s ‘good night’ on my side!) How have you been? Hope this weekend is going well for you!

So I’ve been rereading the manga and I don’t know if anyone’s seen it but would you look at this panel in 194, the famous Kacchan eats the speech bubble panel?

Do you see Izuku clutching at his chest? Did you or anyone talk about that? 👀

I wonder why Izuku is clutching at the costume on his chest? 🤔👀👀👀

That is...very peculiar actually, and I never noticed it before!! I wonder why! 👀

#fanarain #asks #basketball idiot #bnha #mha