#𝙸'𝚖 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚗. 𝙰𝚜 𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎… 𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 [ HIEROPHANT!ARCANA AU ]

[jesterofinaba]

"Hey there.”

Gives a cheery wave. Ignore the tacky Hawaiian shirt he’s wearing. It’s a trademark dad look.

[jesterofinaba]

@chibitantei | from here

Adachi had made sure to hang up the phone well before he got to his apartment, just in case Naoto got any idea of the conversation he'd just had.

Balancing school, multiple jobs, and raising a kid was proving to be harder than Adachi thought, and once or twice, he'd had a test where the score slipped underneath the As he strove for. Fundamentally, he knew that a B wouldn't have been the end of the world, but of course his parents kept tabs on his grades, and he'd just been on the receiving end of yet another lecture from them on him not trying hard enough, and what did he need all those extra jobs for, he could get money once he got his education and a good career.

When Naoto got old enough to where her grades came from exams and not art projects, Adachi knew he wasn't going to act the same.

Inside the apartment, he could hear Naoto watching cartoons as he hung up his jacket and set down his satchel, and when she ran up to him, excited, he gave the best smile he could muster.

"Hey, kiddo."

Clearly, she could tell that not everything was alright, because as soon as he had a seat on the couch, she was asking him what was the matter.

"It's just been a long day. You know how little things stack up? It was kinda like that.

How about you tell me about your day? That would cheer me up."

[jesterofinaba]

He’s called in at work today. Everyone at the station knew why, but no one said it, the implications just hanging in the air.

The Hierophant quietly pops the top off a can of beer and solemnly sits in front of the TV. He doesn’t have the heart to turn it on.

[jesterofinaba]

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓  𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃  𝐎𝐅  ' 𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 '  𝐀𝐑𝐄  𝐘𝐎𝐔  ?

i love you, i've always loved you, i will always love you

 it's commitment, it's devotion, it goes often without saying, but is felt nonetheless. it's accepting that you would travel to hell and back for them if they asked and knowing that they would do the same for you. it's an old ache, long after they've burrowed deep into your chest and settled there like a weight- grounding, an anchor point. even when you're apart, you can still feel the shape of them, it's like phantom pain. neither of you can help but succumb to the other's gravity, yet neither of you fear the collision. it means that you trust them, that they make you feel safe, that they feel like home.

Tagged by: @tres-fidelis​​ Tagging: @chibitantei​​ (family initiative) @fatexbound​​ (Yu) @supportive-editor​​ @coffee-stains-and-migraines​​ (Sumire) @viviskull​​ and YOU!

[jesterofinaba]

"That's fine. We've had a long day today; I'd say that we're overdue for a break. We can clock out and even get a drink or two, if you want."

Naoto had been telling him lately to go out and make other friends (a reflection of when he told her things like that when she was little, he thinks with a small smile). He had friends back in Inaba, but here in Tokyo since he was assigned to this case, Roland was by far the person he was closest to.

"I actually used to go to this bar not far from here, back when I used to live in Tokyo. I think you'd like it. It's quiet, and the food they've got's pretty good too."

@jesterofinaba | because for some reason I cannot trim the post.

“Yeah, I think… I need to clear my mind before I think too hard about this. And bring us on a wild goose chase.” He frowns as he says that. While he was confident with the information, he had shared with Copper, the feeling that he could be wrong bothered him.

He didn’t want to mess this up for Copper and himself. After all, he was also doing this, so he doesn’t end up behind bars so he can help support his kid with his wife. “So where do you want to get a bite to eat? I picked last time, I think you should pick something this time.”

[jesterofinaba]

Car je suis votre meilleur ami

this started out as a doodle page intended for liz chibitantei (and the accursed shadow yu in a tango outfit) but then a certain silly character took over thanks to a tiktok remix i’ve had on repeat

[jesterofinaba]

from here | @fatexbound​ says: "Mind your own damn business, and this IS my store!" -Jiraiya who's only half offended and getting back to his business

“It’s hard to mind my damn business when I can hear you two doing god knows what right outside of my bar!

Go suck face with the dame somewhere else, where I can drink and mope in peace.”

[jesterofinaba]

Happy Year of the Rabbit from the Upright Hare-Protecting Detective.

[jesterofinaba]

appleyjuiceboy​:

“…Can I have cake too?”

“I wonder why people are all hankering for cake tonight.

But yeah! We can make some.”

[jesterofinaba]

A very happy father’s day to the Adachi multiverse’s best dad.

[jesterofinaba]

Capo starter | @booksilent

There’s a sigh from the shadow at the bar as he cradles his rocks glass, head in his other hand. It’s hard to tell when he’s facing away from the door and with his large ivory fedora still on his head, but Capo was tiredly rubbing at his face, roughly, seemingly with no regard to hurting the stitched and red cuts still covering his skin.

He knew someone had entered the bar behind him, and he had a pretty good idea on who it was, too. The shadow didn’t turn around, but he spoke up, sounding tired and worn despite the uncanny layering in his unnatural yet familiar voice.

“Go away, old friend.”

He’s silent for a little bit, but hearing nothing, speaks up again.

“Can’t you leave a man to drink himself to death in peace?”

[jesterofinaba]

Capo starter | @fatexbound​

It wasn’t hard to find Capo if you were looking for him. More often than not, he was in the bar that served as his dungeon, brooding in the peace and quiet, and quietly finishing a smoke and a whiskey on the rocks. He was seated at the counter, pouring himself another drink, when he heard the door open behind him.

Finishing the cigarette, he puts it out in an ashtray before turning to face whoever had decided to encroach on his territory. Looking over with sharp yellow eyes, they light up when he recognizes the figure at the door, and he turns in his seat to face him. Had to be the shadow of the Narukami kid, there was no other person it could be.

His freshly scarred face flashes the kid a wolfish smile before he calmly sets about lighting himself another cigarette, reaching into the pocket of his long, white trench coat to get his silver lighter.

“You’re a little young to be in here.” He comments around the cigarette in his mouth as he lights it, before taking a drag and setting the lighter back on the counter. Most shadows around here were too young to be in a bar, leaving him largely alone to mope, exactly how Capo liked it.

“But I don’t think you’re here for a drink. What do you want with me, tough guy?”

[jesterofinaba]

thedetectiveofinaba​:

@jesterofinaba / Michiru's reaction to Tsukasa's antics

It was probably a spontaneous idea to do this, but the heiress did feel bad and second hand embarrassment for Tsukasa's father. The least she could do was to show that she didn't think he was in the wrong for trying to get Tsukasa to not act like this.

"I'm partially sorry for your loss Copper. Emphasis on partially since Tsukasa is social and more outgoing than I am and had made my life more eventful. I had no idea Tsukasa could be this chaotic or confusing to comprehend.

“Only partially, huh?”

As snarky as Copper’s response was, it sounded more tired than anything, and he takes off his glasses to run a hand over his face. There was no doubt that Copper was immensely proud of the strides his daughter had made to become more confident and sure in her abilities, but there had been some... unintended side effects of this newfound sureness in herself.

“I suppose it was my doing... the rest of you being nothing like her is proof of that. Promise she’s a really good kid underneath all the... chaos.”

[jesterofinaba]

Cue confusion from the mafioso shadow.

“Hey there... kiddos...?”

Where did all the shadow versions of his kid come from?

[jesterofinaba]

starter for @makinghiistory​

For a detective so dedicated to making a difference and keeping the peace in Inaba, Adachi felt guilty being assigned temporarily to a case back in Tokyo, but there was the promise that he’d be back soon. Besides, after the murders a few years back, Inaba had returned to the sleepy little town it was before, and they didn’t need as many people stationed all the time.

Still, he’d almost forgotten how chaotic assignments in the city were. What he’d thought would be a bit of a vacation, leaving time to visit his daughter, who was now in high school, quickly turned out to be getting stuffed wherever they needed a guy with a pulse like he was still a street cop. The force (and a certain famous private detective that wasn’t his daughter or Nanako-chan) were so single-handedly busy chasing those Phantom Thieves kids they weren’t focusing on what Adachi thought was really important - their actual cases with actual people who needed help, not some group of LARPers playing superhero.

Such as his current assignment, working on the inheritance case of the Okumura heiress. When Adachi arrived at the scene, he saw that the young woman was standing alone while everyone was debating what to let her have. Concerned, he approached her and bowed in greeting.

“Okumura-san, right? I’m Detective Adachi, assigned to your case.”

Awkwardly, he runs a finger over the scar that ran across the bridge of his nose.

“I’ve... heard about what had happened to your father. I’m sorry, dealing with that in the public eye and with this,” he gestures at the lawyers and police taking up the room, “must really be a lot. If I can do anything, let me know. I and the other detectives are here to help you, first and foremost.”

[jesterofinaba]

“We’re Sorry” error message starter | @thedetectiveofinaba​

It wasn’t often that the Hierophant took off of work early, but on a slow day like this, there really wasn’t much to do, and the Inaba police force could handle anything like a lost cat without their head detective for the last few hours of the workday. He’d insisted that some of the other officers go home, but eventually gave in and punched out himself. Your munchkin’s gonna be out of the house soon, you’re back’s gonna throw out so go get some rest, and fix up dinner since you don’t have a wife, they’d teased, good-naturedly, and Adachi gave them one of those crooked sly smiles, told them not to get smart, and walked home.

It took him longer to get home now than it had been a few years before, back when they’d first moved to Inaba, since Adachi didn’t drive much now unless he really had to. At least the weather was decent and the walk wasn’t too far.

The Hierophant whistles idly to himself as he approaches his house, taking a ring of keys from his pocket, selecting one, and unlocking the front door. The guys at the station did have a point. Naoto would be going to a high school in the city soon, or at least Todai after that (he was certain that she’d get accepted even if she’d taken the test with her eyes closed), and they were somehow busier now than they’d been during the Yamano/Konishi case. It’d be good to relax a little and see how she’s holding up with school.

When Adachi opens the door, though, who he sees at the door is-

“Naoto?”

His face, somewhat hard to tell behind glasses and a myriad of mostly-faded scars, is contorted in complete confusion. That’s Naoto, so why does he sound so hesitant?